Gaz: What’s Your Biggest Fear?

A duckling slide

Lost & Found?....

Ft. Tartaglia/Childe (Ajax)

Reader's pronoun : He/Him Cw : the reader fell into the fking abyss<3, abyss princess lumine, abyss reader. Ooc childe??

Summary : In which you were his long lost childhood bestfriend, but reuniting with your long lost childhood friend isn't always the warmest.

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You were merely the core memory of his childhood. the memory you both made always made him smile, no matter which one.

Though, after his days on the abyss he lost the memories. One by one fades out, no matter how hard he tries to remember it, he couldn't. He couldn't remember how you look like. Your hair, your face, your features. It always left him questioned.

When he got out of the abyss, his first thought was his family, and you.

He tried to ask the nearby villager about your whereabout, only to be left with an answer that you had mysteriously disappeared the day after he was gone missing.

But, eventually after a brawl and huge havoc ajax's brings to the seaside village of morepesok, ajax father had no choice but to hand his beloved son to the fatui's.

Days by days went by in the fatui headquarter, ajax has long forgotten his childhood friend, Though whenever he was alone his thought always come to this certain voice he couldn't get over with.

"Ajax!... Ajax, promise me we would stay together forever!" Said a familiar voice of a boy he couldn't remember.

"But i promised you yesterday!" "I don't care! Lets do the promise again." The boy protested.

"Alright, alright!" Ajax could only huffed in response.

"You make a pinkie promise you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise. I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend. The frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again." The both of you said happily

..Oh... he remembered, you were his first friend, a very close one.

A child who always tags along with whatever he was doing, neither it was bad or good. Even his parents and sibling knows you well, you would sometimes have a dinner at his house or sometimes a sleepover.

Even your parents have to scold you because you always came home late.

Oh.. to those little memories that he cherished so much, it makes him misses you even more. But sadly, even when he remembers those memories he can't remember how you look like.

One by one, he remembers the memories vividly. The way you would hold his cold hand and guide him home through the cold forest, the way your smiled warmed his heart.

...He was so lost in thought until

"Sir Tartaglia, The Ship will be docked around 10 minutes until now. Please prepare yourself."

His eyes peered over the kneeling agent behind him.

"Hm." Tartaglia only hummed in response.

With that, the agent left.

Tartaglia recalled that his next mission were located in some random place in snezhnaya, he was tasked to retrieve an stolen ancient artifact which the fatui presumed it came from 500 years ago. The years where khaenriah still exist.

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10.27 Snezhnaya.

Ajax always misses walking down the snowy forest with you, the way you would show him the path on the forest so he diddn't get lost. How your warm hand warmed his cold ones.

"So this is the place.. i diddn't know the abyss would have their hideout around here" he peered over the blurry picture of an snowy ancient ruins, "now that i'm here, will you answer my question? Abyss mage." He pointed his dagger at the exhausted abyss mage under him, blood dripping off his dagger from the countless enemies he Killed.

"Heh.. you thought you could get an easy answer of the artifact huh? Fatui" the abyss mage responded.

"Cmon now.. dont play with me, you know you're on the verge of dying right know aren't you?" he pointed the dagger even more closely to the abyss mage body.

"If you wished for the answer, why don't you ask the answer to his majesty then?" The abyss mage said lowly.

"You—" just before childe could finish his own word, an knife flew infront of his face.

"That's enough." A figure wearing a cloaked clothes said, their upper face hidden by a hood.

"Torturing my underlings is unacceptable, and i guessed you came here for the relic aren't you?" The cloaked figure said while opening his hood revealing a very familiar face to ajax himself.

For a second ajax thinks he was dreaming, the person he cherished the most, is here, in front of him. But he know something was wrong... did.. you just said, underlings?

"You... you.. shit" ajax said, his face showing shock and confusion.

"Oh Tartaglia, or should i say ajax. Don't tell me you forggoten my name already?" You said.

The way his name rolled off your tongue perfectly, it remind him of some memories.

Your name.. what was your name?...

[Na...]...

[Name]?....

[Name]!

Your name! That was your name!

"[Name]! Is that.. Is that really you?!" His face showing an shocked expression.

"Well... could you not tell? You couldn't remember your own friend?" "Or did the abyss really affect you?"

"The Abyss?! How did you know about it??" "Were you.. were you siding with the abyss?!" He screamed.

"Her majesty... she.. she saved me, and in return i... will help her achieve her dream" You said, old Memory flashing your mind.

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"Madame!.. Madame!" You had been knocking on your dearest friend door, hoping for neither one of his family member to answer the knocking, ignoring the snowstorm that had been silencing your voice.

But— by the luck or miracle you have in your pocket, the door opened revealing an concerned mother.

"[Name]??, Oh dear! what are you doing here? The snowstorm is raging outside!" "Look at you, you got frostbite here and there" she said, her tone laced with worries as she examined your body.

"Madame.. is the rumor true?? About ajax?" You said while looking up at her, sad expression on your eye.

"Its.. sigh.., [name] why dont you come inside? I will explain it to you"

Just from her words you could already tell that the rumors was true, her tone explained it all.

"No! I cant.. i.. i need to look for him" you turned your heel, running to the forest where your bestfirend were last seen.

"Wait!... [Name] The snowstorm is still—"

—"[Name]!"

You ran as fast as your feet could take you ignoring the raging snowstorm and a cry of plea coming from Ajax mother

After all, she truly care for both of you right?..

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Huft.. huft..

"ugh, i cant.. breath.." you said as you clutch your hand to your chest gasping for more air.

But..

"The air.. its so.. cold and the snowstorm.. is getting more rougher" "and my frostbite isn't doing any better too" you peered over your hand, showing an visible wound of a frostbite.

"I need to go fast, otherwise i'll freeze to death" again you ran, to wherever direction you could go.

"Ajax! Ajax! Where are you?" You screamed

"Answer me!" Again..

"Ajax!" Again..

"Answer me.. please.." and again..

You ran and screamed until.. you couldn't feel your leg again.

Thump.. you fell onto your knees, your body hurt. You couldn't breath, and your frostbite wound isn't doing any better.

Am i going to die here? Am i going to give up just like this? If i die here... what would my parent feel..? No.. what about ajax's mother? Can she handle the loss of her two favourite child?

Those thought keep flooding your mind "I guess it can't be helped" you closed your eyes, just before Darkness and snow engulfing your tiny body..

"Im sorry..." is all you could muster

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??.?? unknown place.

My head?.. am i still alive?

You opened your eyes, squinting slightly at the light around you.

"Where am i?.." you looked around the place "it looks like an domain.."

"How did i get in here?..." as you tried to stand up, you realize that your leg isn't moving as you wanted it to.

My legs... how am i supposed to get out of here, i need to—

"Poor kid... falling into such a dangerous place like this" you heard a voice alongside the sound of steps.

There she stands, a young woman with a blonde hair, judging from her attire it seems that she diddn't came from teyvat. But yet she looks so graceful in it.

"Who are you?..." you looked up at her, curiosity plastered on your eyes.

She crouched over to your level, "I will help you" she said whilst holding your chin, "but.. in return, you will help me achieve my dream"

Her dream?... weird..

You had no choice but to say yes.

"Whats your name?" She says

"Im [Name], how about you?.." you said shakily.

"Im.... Lumine."

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"And the rest.. its blurry, i can hardly remember anything these days. Guess the abyss do affect me too."

"[Name].. so you.. so you went out looking for me that day?.." "but.. but! Mother and the other diddnt say anything about you the day i returned to the village?!"

"I guess.." you hopped down from rather high platform you were standing on "She diddn't want to make you worry Ajax, what kind of mother would want to make their child worry over a trivial matter?" you walked up to him.

"And.. im sorry for not being there when you returned ajax, i should've dis— No, princess lumine I.." you sighed.

"Look ajax, this place isn't safe for you this place is overflowing with dark elemental energy. You should go back soon"

"and the artifact.. i'll just give it to you." You said while handing him the ancient artifact.

"Now go back Ajax, and never return here ever" you turned your back at him, just before you can walk away from him.

"Wait!" You feel a hand holding your cape "Why don't you.. why dont you go back to morepesok with me [name]? You know mother is still looking for you right?? "She would be very happy to see you right now!" He said with an pleading eye.

"Ajax.. i have a duty to attend too, and you too right? Now let go off me" you said trying to pry his hand off your cape.

"Please..."

It took a few tries before his hand were completely off you.

As you walked away from him, you opened up an portal leading to— who knows? Maybe anywhere away from from this auburn haired friend of yours.

"And ajax, dont try on searching for me ever again, also... be careful out there." You said before stepping on the portal, Vanishing away from his sight.

Ajax tries to open his mouth, but still no words came out of his mouth.

And yet once again—

He was left with nothing but

The feeling of loneliness and a longing feeling for your presence.

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Eughhsgshs im finally done with this fic ;D its been like 6 month or more of this thing sitting on my draft/srs. And yes im alive ty and anw this fic is kind of uh 💀 i spent a lot of time in it and yet it looks like ass

The price of love

Pairing: Childe x reader(?)

CW: violence, blood, broken bones, unhealthy relationships and mental illness

Synopsis: Childe loves it when you’re angry. There’s nothing better than being beneath you and taking it.

Note: THIS CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. THIS IS DARK CONTENT. I just like this idea. Also not proof read bc I’m too impatient to post.

The deep crack that resonated in the empty room did not phase you. In fact, it didn’t phase Childe either, despite feeling how his nose had broken under your fist. Had it not been for his left eye being swollen shut, he might have been able to see how the blood spewed from his fresh wound. How beautiful it looked while it landed on your skin and seemed to make you even angrier. The simple image had him smiling, but maybe that was simply him going a bit delirious.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” You grumbled, ceasing your attacks, much to his displeasure. Childe felt the beginning of a whine build up in his throat. He was ready to complain and ask (read: beg) you to keep going, before he felt your hands wrap around his throat. “I asked you a fucking question, Tartaglia. Are you not gonna answer?”

You knew damn well how hard it would be for him to reply when you were currently cutting his air supply, and he loved it. His smile widened while his eyes closed (well, only the right one could open and close). In a state of euphoria, Childe could barely remember the fact that you’d possibly choke him to death if he didn’t answer. To be honest, it was the last of his problems.

Because what could possibly be more heavenly than watching you put him back into his place? Than to have you look down at him with those eyes; those eyes with burning fury. Any other man wouldn’t be able to stand it. Any other man would have tried to fight back (in vain). But not Childe. He was smart enough to know this was the epitome of emotion. The climax of your love for him, and his for you. Because time and time again, you’d choose him to bear witness to the feelings you usually bottle up until they explode. Nothing in this world could ever come close to the intimacy this moment held for him.

“I love you.” It came out extremely strained. In fact, if you hadn’t been looking at his mouth when he said it, you probably wouldn’t have understood it at all. Childe’s smile was still spread on his lip, his right eye filled with mirth as he looked at you, practically begging you for more. Something twisted in your stomach; some vile version of affection for the man who would so easily cast his pride aside so that you could take your emotions out of him. And he usually took it so well, too. You almost felt proud of him. And maybe you’d have told him, had your anger not taken such a strong hold of you.

Your fist rose again and Childe’s stomach did flips when he noticed. His expression became a close-lipped smile when he braced himself for impact. This time, he swore you broke his cheekbone.

He loves you so much.

ˊ˗ ꒰🐚꒱ good morning, sunshine

waking next to marius von hagen, you’re guaranteed to not have a dull morning.

The sun’s light illuminated the room with a soft glow, the usual harsh rays softened by the billowing white curtains framing your windows. You were the first to wake up that day, groggily brushing your hair off your face with a huff. Reaching for your phone to check the time, you were only able to go a few inches off the bed before being stopped by a heavy force on your lower torso, where an arm was casually draped across your waist. Turning over, you were presented with one of the most beautiful sights you had the privilege of seeing in your short life. 

Marius has always been known to be a pretty boy, but seeing him under the enchanting glow of your bedroom was certainly a sight for sore eyes. The way his hair was ruffled after moving around during slumber, the way his eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, his slow-rising chest accompanied with little huffs and puffs escaping his slightly parted lips looked nothing short of the paintings he oh-so-happily shows you after he finishes them. An absolute work of art.

Your heart swells at the sight of him. He looked absolutely stunning, so much so that you couldn’t help but reach over to cup his face, running your thumb over his features softly, feeling every inch of the face you often found yourself daydreaming about at random times of the day. 

Eventually, your soft caressing ended up waking the young heir, not really registering what was happening until he opened his eyes, seeing your love-filled ones staring back at him. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He said in a groggy manner, his lower-than-usual voice sending a pleasant chill up your spine.

“If I could, I would have done so.” It took you a bit to recover from the embarrassment of being caught, but once you did, you were immediately able to quip back. “It would have been nice to have a reminder of how much prettier you look when you aren’t annoying me.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“What? When did I…” You ended up sighing, as he grinned brightly at the fact that he managed to outsmart you once again this early in your day. But just like that, his proud smile turned into a pout at the next few words you uttered. “Just for that, I’m not giving you your morning kiss.” 

Ignoring his whines, you pushed his arm off you to get up, stretching briefly before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. You hear heavy footsteps follow you there, accompanied by pouty exclamations by Marius himself. I swear, he’s such a baby.

“Jiejie, I said I’m sorry, please give me my kisses now!”

“No.”

“Please.” He whined again, dragging out the e sound.

“If you get ready quickly today, maybe I’ll consider it.”

The resounding sound of drawers hastily being opened and closed, along with the shower starting behind you made you laugh. Mornings are hard to deal with alone, but luckily you had Marius to make it a hundred times better.

© natsuhikous, 2021

Tian: You fainted. Do you remember anything?

Mo: Just the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Tian: There was no ambulance. I drove you.

Mo: But I heard a siren?

Tian: That was Jian.

Jian: Sorry. I got nervous.

Thank you for writing mc, idk why i simp for her <3 (i mean she's gorgeous tho)

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More like I ramble about chars to get a feel for them before writing fics,, sorry this is so casual

Includes Marius, Vyn, Artem, Luke, and the MC!

мarιυѕ von нagen

I REALLY like that YES he has money and uses it but isn’t the down to earth rich person trope? He acknowledges his responsibility and power and uses it to his advantage, but doesn’t get lost in either side of himself. He’s still a good amount of trope tho

He’s pouty and playful while retaining a really nice balance (albeit somewhat hidden) between that and being able to make hard and fast decisions as a CEO.

He rly wants to just be an artist tho skkakdjsjrkkwt

He’s so mf annoying (affectionate) sometimes okay,,, if he’s in a mood and you’re working? Not anymore lol you’re in his lap his arms are around you and he’s pouting into your neck :(

LOVES your hands. Loves them. Unconditionally and forever. Any scars or blemishes? Incredible. Vitiligo? He’s kissing your fingers as often as possible. Lil moles or freckles? He memorizes where they are and traces over those spots on his own hand when he’s lonely at work

Don’t take him to your house he’ll invite himself to your shower and drag you in with him to wash your hair. Yes he brought you new hair care stuff, he researched your hair type and brought the best products

If you have trouble accepting money or gifts you’re in for it,,, if you flat out tell him no, he’ll stop! But if he can tell you’re not 100% about refusing his gifts they’ll become commonplace

His favorite gifts to give you are things he’s made or personalized. Gifts you paintings and sculptures often, but if he’s really busy with work he’ll have a stash of meaningful designs and have them engraved on something for you

Am I projecting a little with the gift giving and touch love languages? No I’m not bc it’s canon ANYWAYS

He’s pretty lowkey about his identity so some of your friends are absolutely wigged at finding out he’s the CEO of Pax

Refuses to call you by your code name smh Queen is not it bb

Tell him early on if you like or dislike PDA bc he’s really versatile with it. Amongst the NXX he’s always got a hand on you somehow but in public or with anyone else? It varies HUGELY. Sometimes he can’t let go of you and other times he keeps his shoulder to yours and nothing more. Is it sensory or just a mood thing? That’s up to you ≧◠‿◠≦

vyn rιcнтer

Never ever ever forgets a meaningful date wtf,,, those he writes down so it makes SOME sense but also! Every piece of personal info you give him is instantly stored and ready for use. It’s equal parts endearing and shady

Unless you ask him to stop, he’ll openly read you. The only difference you’ll make by voicing discomfort is that he just doesn’t say it aloud when he does it

Secretly loves you stealing his glasses

Don’t ask why he has both a wristwatch and a pocketwatch, 50/50 chance you’ll be endeared or put off

He DOES get jealous but he’d never pass into yandere territory

If you’re here for soft vyn get off my blog /hj he’s sweet and I love him but there’s deadass something wrong w him (but I’ll never write yandere nor do I think he’d be one)

He doesn’t get JEALOUS if someone he doesn’t know helps you he’ll pout (maybe seethe just a little), he just really wants to be someone dependable to you skjjjsjejfjejtjss mild puppy moment

You’re one of the only ppl he can take places pls say yes if he asks, maybe he’s so off bc he’s got no friends loser

Can fight a bitch but will not

Really likes power rushes

Takes you to back alley restaurants that are ABSOLUTELY fronts for all kinds of illegal activity, but their food is incredible so you’re not complaining

arтeм wιng

He doesn’t blush, but when he gets flustered he DOES make it obvious snqkdjwnjrjw his fist goes to his mouth and he cannot make eye contact, sometimes he’ll even force down a nervous smile

Such a good mf listener he’s so interested in every word you say

His kisses are either barely there or passionate asf there is no inbetween

Teaches you how to shoot TEACHES YOU HOW TO SHOOT both for the sport and self-defense

Rly likes holding your hand while he drives, if you can’t then his hand is v innocently on your thigh. He just wants to touch you lmfao and he can’t do it at work

Doesn’t hold your hand while walking, but! He holds it every other chance he gets. Coffee shop, stopping to take a photo, bookstore, etc

When jealous he’ll put a hand on your waist or smth but nothing extreme until he gets drunk lmaooo then he’s mad but very easy to placate and put to sleep

Please tuck him in when he’s drunk, he hates it <3

Dw tho he doesn’t drink often and being truly sloshed is rare

ARTEM. Artem I understand you’re a lawyer but you cannot be this upset when I pirate movies and expensive programs. Artem give the computer back

Artem having a sleep schedule does not mean it’s a GOOD one you need more than 6 hours

His love languages are more quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service, but he does really enjoy touch. Only one he doesn’t rly do is gift giving

Wear his tie and he’ll go kinda insane bc it’s so cute and YES you’re his aaaa

lυĸe pearce

Sweet boy. He’s so mf sweet

Scrambles to hold doors open for you

First sign of danger he shifts into cool, protective mode, but otherwise all of his attention is trained on you when you’re with him. It’s less when he’s working, but even then he wants you to talk to him. He engages in more banter when he works, is it a confidence thing?

Not that he has an issue with confidence, but maybe he feels his work is impressive so he shifts into a playful but focused mindset

Gives you candy and all his clothes. All of them. He’s not even slick about it LUKE YOUR WHOLE CLOSET CANNOT FIT IN MINE

Wants clothes of yours too, better buy some oversized shirts

Touching you all the time if you’re comfy with it, juss let him hold you

PDA for him means quick kisses and hand holding but that’s kinda it, anything more is behind closed doors

He’s scared of spiders I’m sorry to break it to you

Calls you Watson more than your actual name

Some days, when he’s alone with you, he slows down a whole lot. Maybe he’s burnt out, maybe he just needs some lovin’, but he really just wants to cuddle on the couch and press slow kisses to your lips

мc

If you exaggeratedly roll the R when saying her codename she giggles it’s the cutest shit

Her pad is so much nicer than yours but she prefers going to your place, she feels so happy that u trust her there

Loves linking pinkies w you in public and might swing your arms a little

If her clothes fit you, she’s putting you in her formal work outfits and taking hella pics skansjjaew

Loves being on your arm but always leads when dancing

REALLY quick and calm to point out smth she doesn’t like and talks you through it very civilly without feeling patronizing, arguments with her are nonexistent

Her kisses are deep but quick snnwkejfnentjjs no matter the situation

Please mess with her hair she loves it

Wants to hear everything about your day, but would rather watch you work on something you’re passionate about. She really admires drive and something about seeing you get really into a project hits her hard

Take her outside the city she needs it

Always knows what you like and buys you smth every now and again, but isn’t an avid gifter

She’s more quality time and words of affirmation

She likes handmade gifts or thoughtful ones, but mostly prefers touch, time, and words :)

Hi!

Can I request: Childe

Prompt: "It's not time for us to say Goodbye" Type: Hurt/Comfort.

Scenerio: Reader gets injured, maybe taking a hit meant for Childe? They're hurt pretty badly and he has to get them to a healer/doctor. As he's carrying them, the reader tries to tell him how they Love him so much, and getting ready to say goodbye but he won't let them. Happy Ending please? Thanks So Much!

Goodbye - Childe

Word count: 1.0k

Genre: Hurt/comfort

c/w: blood, mentions of his real name

No one will disagree that Childe is a bloodthirsty warrior who was meant to be dressed in blood. He belongs to the battlefield with a blood-streaked face. But your blood was one that he would not want even a pint of, yet it begins to taint his grey jacket from its tips.

Childe carefully moves your head from his forearm to the grass. He yanks his jacket off and drapes it over the wound on your torso to cover it from the rain.

With a weak voice, you quip, “Wow, you’re so hot, especially with that drenched hair of yours.”

The drizzle starts to become heavier. There’s a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“Cut it out.”

He helps you up onto his back, afraid to move whenever you wince.

You force out a laugh, making jabs at him, “Seeing fear all over the eleventh harbinger’s face is a once in a lifetime sight to behold.”

“Archons, [name], enough!”

It’s a downpour at this point but the rain doesn’t hide the distress that his voice contains. You finally desert the forced smirk on your face.

You reach up to his face but his hand squeezes it before your fingertips touch his cheek. He lifts you onto his back. He doesn’t let go until you’re fully on his back.

He stands up and commits the mistake of looking back behind him. A patch of grass stained red where you lay churns his stomach and turns it upside down. He runs.

Mount Aocang is a distance from Liyue Harbour and while he’s usually cocky about his abilities, his confidence wavers. He doesn’t think he can make it there in time.

“Childe.”

With the blood that trickles down his bare back, he knows where this is going.

“Ajax.”

He bites the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t talk. It’ll worsen the injury.”

The water droplet pelts his eyes and he curses under his breath. You take a deep inhale. “Ajax, please don’t blame yourself. No one saw that coming.”

After a moment of silence, you say, “I love you and g-”

Your words reach him even before it falls off your lips. He snaps, voice a little loud, “Please. I don’t want to hear any of it.”

It startles you, but it doesn’t do much to drive away the temptation of closing your eyes. He apologises to you, choking on the last syllable of his ‘I’m sorry’.

The rhythmic movement of your breathing against his back becomes faint elicits anxiety from him.

“[name]?”

Taking his eyes off the path ahead, he turns to see your eyes flutter open. You give an almost inaudible hum. He almost slips on a puddle and he clenches his jaw.

He contemplates whether or not he should tell you all that he ever wanted to say to you. That he should have been warier of the hilichurls while he was clearing the camp. That he thought that he never deserved love, yet the blood on his hands never stopped you from giving him all that you could. That you are the brightest star he’s ever seen since he fell into the abyss.

But he bites back his words. Saying them would be equal to admitting defeat. If you couldn’t hear it in this life, then he’d carry the words to his next.

Instead, he repeats your name over and over with increasing loudness, even when you stop responding to him. He says it as an assurance. As a plea for help. As a prayer.

The torrential rain stops as his feet step on the wooden bridge into Liyue Harbour. You hear ragged breaths and desperate cries for help just before you black out.

You wake up to warm hands that envelope yours. Childe sleeps on the seat by the bedside. He wears a grey Liyue tangzhuang that fits him just right. Your eyes trail up his arm that was usually concealed, to his faintly red, tear-stained face.

Herbalist Gui walks into the room with some medicine and makes his way to your bedside. He keeps his voice hushed not to wake Childe as he gives you a rundown of your condition. You shoot glances at your boyfriend, expecting the light sleeper to awaken.

But Childe doesn’t and Herbalist Gui catches on your worry.

“He’s having a slight fever due to the rain and exhaustion. He sat outside the operating room and refused to budge when we told him to take a shower and get changed. When he comes to, please try to persuade him to take his meds and rest in the bed right beside yours.”

You nod and he leaves you to rest. As you are about to drift off to sleep, Childe stirs in the chair. You force your eyes to open and you squeeze his hand.

His grip on your hand loosens and one of them cups your cheek.

“Don’t you dare pull that shit ever again.”

You’re about to protest that he would protect you from danger any day, so he shouldn’t tell you not to. But he doesn’t let you continue.

“It’s not time for us to say goodbye,” he mumbles, “Not now. Not in the near future. Not in our next lifetimes.”

“Alright, there’ll never be goodbyes between us. Only ‘see you’s.”

Both of you don’t realise that he’s been holding his breath until he lets out a long exhale. You get him to eat his medication and persuade him to get some proper rest. But he ends up wrapping his arms around one of yours, whining about how he doesn't want to be separated.

You think about teasing him for the big baby he is, but you spare him due to your fatigue. Without trying to aggravate your wound, you shift your body to make space for him. You pat the small space you’ve made on the bed and he climbs onto it.

Both of you shift around a little more to make some space for each other on the tiny bed meant for one. You finally settle in his arms around your body. Not long later, his breathing steadies and you figure he’s finally gone into a deep sleep.

Resting your other arm on his side, you drift off to sleep. Bodies flushed against each other, the thought parting ways distances itself from your mind. Neither of you will admit it, but a ‘see you’ would hurt all the same too.

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HANMA X READER WHERE READER PLAYS WITH HIS HANDS HELLO

「 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 」

playing with your boyfriend’s hands.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠... hanma shuuji x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - written in a rush, mentions of violence/gore, reader is in highschool

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - the handma fucker is back at it again... also i don’t have a hand kink but i have friends who do so let’s just say i learned this from them ! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 had some very nice hands. especially for all of the beating up he does for fun. not even because they did anything that was actually wrong, but because he thought they looked at him funny. violence is the only option for this man and you have no idea how you find it so attractive.

one day he came to your apartment with some messed up wounds. bleeding from everywhere, waiting to be infected. and burns? like cigarette burns, more specifically.

“what did you do this time,” you sigh and let him in.

“some small gang thought they would win against me but they played dirty.” he grimaced as he walked over and sat down in a chair, awaiting your care. jeez, did they do that much to him?

“and this is why i don’t like you fighting random people on the street, especially by yourself. shuu, you gotta be more careful than this.”

you reach into a cabinet almost out of your reach, but you were able to get it. maybe you should put it somewhere more accessible when he comes to you all beat up all the time.

“yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“where’s the fun in you being hurt and me taking care of you at 3 am every few days?”

“i get to see you ♡“ he laughed, then winced when you put some cleaning alcohol on one of his bigger cuts.

“i also like seeing you, but not when you’re all beat up. you know that you’re always welcome here even without injuries.” you reach into the first-aid kit to get some medical tape since you were not a heathcare professional, but it definitely felt like it sometimes.

“well you’re no fun,” he frowns. he’s leaning back onto the backrest, tempted to tip himself over.

“then you can take care of yourself. i don’t like being woken up in the middle of the night because of your dumbass.”

he doesn’t respond, leaving the two of you in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. after almost an hour of disinfecting and wrapping up his wounds, the cigarette burns were the only ones left. gnarly-looking too.

“here, put this on yourself. i’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in--”

“i need help with this.” you were so tired. you were a full-time student and you worked at a small store part-time for some extra cash, and now the caretaker of this boy who got into useless fights. sometimes you wondered why you continued to love this man.

“fine, but i’m teaching you how to do it and you better remember for the next time.”

that took a whole ‘nother hour. it was now almost 5 am and it was now wednesday morning. you’d rather skip school today, but your scholarship would be on the line if you just slept in. 

“just stay here, i’ll pay off your school debt at some point for ya.”

“i can’t do that, i don’t even pay for my apartment.” he sighs and picks you up into his arms and heads to your bedroom where he also frequently crashed.

“goodnight, (y/n),” he says, snuggling up into you. it was so warm... you just completely passed out. 

your alarm woke you up at 7 am, as it should, but you turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. though the problem is that you couldn’t go back to sleep. problem number two, hanma’s strong arms were wrapped around you and he was the big spoon. 

you didn’t wanna wake him up, but the only thing you could really do right at that moment was play with his hands.

you were gentle, since the wrapping was pretty bad. sometimes you considered going around with him when he got into fights. personal on-site medic.

while you were caught up in your thoughts, you continued to play with his hands. messed around with his individual fingers, feeling their callouses developed over years and years of fighting with his bare hands. 

at some point you must’ve woken your boyfriend up since he held you closer and broke you out of your many thoughts. you also happened to stop playing with his hands since he retracted them to hold you closer to his body.

“good morning to you too,” he grumbles, his morning voice raspy and low.

“sorry, did i wake you up?”

“no, your damn alarm did.” he pulls you even closer (somehow) and takes a deep breath into your shoulder. “let’s go back to sleep and,”

“you can keep playing with my hands, hun.”

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Damn same

me too Smoliv