#YIPPIEE REUNITED

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GUYS

I FOUND HIS MAN

#YIPPIEE REUNITED #I found it from someone selling lego second hand and my gods I feel lucky #they are finally together…. #bagginshield #the hobbit #lego

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Together

ੈ♡˳ Childe x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 3.7k words ┊ Reverse hurt/comfort *ೃ༄

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author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

FINALLY I WRITE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T DOTTORE... this idea has been stuck in my head for AGES.. this was originally a part for my childhood friends to lovers with childe, but the shit i wrote was honestly too boring so i'll just post the interesting part!! also this is to celebrate childe being in fontaine!! yippiee !! (kinda became character analysis ,,)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of death, childe and reader are both crazy, can be read as platonic or romantic!! set before childe became a harbinger!!, childe having a panic attack?? (i have no experience so it may be inaccurate but i DID do some research b4! it's not intended to be a panic attack but it seemed like it was while writing it, childe is just really out of it x-x), heavy angst on childe's part like, a bit of suicidal thoughts? maybe ooc?

There are times when Ajax felt lost and alone.

It was as if all the high he felt during battles, the exhilaration as he swings his blade, suddenly all drained from his body and there was nothing left, but a husk of a boy that he used to be.

Another day, another mission.

Ajax's face was completely painted with dark red, clinging to every fabric of his clothes. He was almost unrecognizable; a scarlet behemoth traversing the hushed, frigid halls of Zapolyarny Palace. All the blood has dried upon his return, now free of duty to do whatever he pleased.

Although the option to reunite with his family beckoned—to give them gifts he has bought for them with his salary—Ajax remained rooted in the palace.

He was searching for something. But he didn't know what he was looking for. His feet were moving on their own, leading him to rooms he has visited before, familiar spots etched within his memory, and places he wasn't even allowed to enter, yet the yearning within him persisted and was left unfulfilled, a phantom ache echoing within his heart.

Ajax wandered with purposeful yet aimless strides. He felt hopeless. He was akin to an animated corpse, stumbling over his own feet and eyes more dead than the countless bodies that piled behind his back.

Everything was dark. He was lost, afraid—there was ringing in his ears the longer he walked the massive maze that is Zapolyarny palace. He wanted to claw at his chest, to rip his heart out to finally stop it from yearning for something he doesn't even know; to stop it from beating so erratically, his breathing started getting caught in his throat—

This all felt familiar.

He felt like he was falling again, engulfed with darkness that seemed to swallow any sort of life. Ajax was back in the pits of despair. Back into the Abyss. Prickling heat seared all over his body as he felt eyes staring onto his soul—watching, waiting, for his whimpers to quiet down into nothingness, so they could finally bare their teeth onto the poor little defenseless boy with a broken leg—a hapless offering selected by the Abyss itself for an agonizing demise.

"Ajax, my boy,"

The ringing in his ears grew faint as a familiar and reassuring voice emerged, like a beacon cutting through the enveloping miasma. It was the soothing and resonant call of a man he held in high regard, someone whose integrity and reliability had earned Ajax's profound respect. This was the same man he had entrusted to safeguard his family during his absence.

The shadows that had once encircled him, obscuring his vision and drowning him in despair, relinquished their hold with reluctance. In their wake, the obscurity dissipated, as if it had been an illusion all along, unveiling a world that had seemingly vanished into the void.

Slowly, Ajax opened his eyes, and his gaze met The Rooster's. His voice, laden with genuine worry, pierced through the residual haze that clung to Ajax's senses. "Are you alright? You have been on the floor for quite some time now."

At first, he didn't know what he was talking about. He had been standing just a moment ago, but realization seeped in when he noticed that Pulcinella was peering down at him. That doesn't seem right, the elderly man was a lot shorter than him.

...How long has he been kneeling on the ground?

His fingers were tangled into his messy hair and his right leg ached, a foul reminder of his injury upon his fall. The eyes that bore into him were nothing more than the fearful and worried glances of his comrades, standing a few feet away from him.

The Rooster probably told them to give him some space.

Ajax almost flinched when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, his eyes immediately snapping back to Pulcinella's. His body went rigid when he remembered that he was, in fact, a Harbinger and that he should be bowing his head and addressing him with respect. But the elderly man just helped him back to his feet, disregarding the putrid smell of death.

"Are you looking for your friend, boy?" A warm, patient smile was all there was on The Rooster's face as Ajax finally regained full control of his body. He was still lost, afraid, and his mind merely buzzing, but his heart lurched at the sudden thought of his comrade. It seems like he has finally identified what he has been looking for. "Fortunately, they just returned from their mission. You can find them in the training area."

Ajax wanted to thank him. For snapping him out of the madness that clung at the back of his mind, for being patient, worried, and kind enough to point him where you were, but his body moved before he could. Although, Pulcinella just watched him rush across the halls. He already understood was the boy was grateful.

Growing up, Ajax has learned to tolerate other people's views of him: a ferocious, impulsive brat embracing battles just for the fun of it. His willingness to accept harm in the fray was an emblem of his addiction to that intoxicating thrill. Each ache, each hurt, served as a reminder, that his strength could burgeon, proving that his human form contained the potential to transcend limits.

He can, and will overcome anything that gets in his way.

But what of it matters when he's nothing now? He is nothing but the naked, raw emotion of his deepest darkest fears and doubts—a side of him that no one has ever witnessed, not even his family.

If they did, what would they think of him? Weak? Pathetic? He wasn't the same little boy he was, he has become something better, greater.

Only, perhaps, it cost his soul.

If they knew, would his siblings still look up at him in glee? Would his mother still press her forehead against his and promise that everything will be alright? Would his father recognize him as the same son he lost all those years ago?

Fear. Disdain. Disgust. Anger. Hatred. Emotions he has grown immune to, the gazes, glares, and stares of people he knows not of their names, yet familiar through their eyes.

None of them could see who he truly was inside. Perhaps he doesn't deserve it.

Blood soaked all over his hands, after all.

He has committed sins no man should be forgiven for.

He did it all on a whim.

Ajax wishes the Abyss could swallow him again. There, he would never feel shame. There, he could indulge in the adrenaline that will forever be pumping in his veins. His family would be safe, from the dangers of his enemies, and from himself.

"What are you doing just standing there?"

The loud, gusts of cold wind abruptly stopped and were replaced by an enveloping warmth that emanated from a mere presence. A voice, effervescent and kind, cascaded into his ears and jolted him awake from his daze.

How could he forget about you?

You were different.

You never regarded him with fear, even when his form was veiled in dried blood. Nor did you harbor any disgust or avert your gaze. You had always been the same toward him, ever since you were young. You defended him when the adults start yelling at him for his behavior. You'd pull him away from fights before he could join them.

Sure, you found his violent tendencies a little out of hand, but you paid him no mind. You were his only friend ever since he left the Abyss. You'd wipe the blood off his knuckles, reprimand him for running off to wherever he pleased, and would spend your days playing together.

Not only that, but you've allowed him to spar with you, training together to get stronger. He knows it was your efforts to keep him out of trouble, to keep him entertained, to prevent hurting himself.

Even in the present moment, you simply raised an eyebrow at his display, a wry amusement dancing in your eyes. "Hey, don't go dirtying the halls!" Your laughter resonated, accompanying your confident stride as you drew nearer.

You expected him to laugh along with you, to give you his usual shit-eating grin that you've grown fond of over the years. To smear his dirty gloves onto your face as a joke, or roll his eyes.

But he didn't. He hadn't spoken a word, only stared into your eyes.

Your brow furrowed, the concern etching lines onto your features. Ajax's expression was hard to read, or, well, there was nothing to read. He looked lifeless, dead. His eyes appeared vacant, the spark of life far long extinguished. His posture, stiff and unmoving, could have been mistaken for that of a statue. Ajax himself was aware of that. He finally found what he was looking for, but now he didn't know why. He wanted to speak, to quell your worries, yet his voice remained trapped, and he stood there, frozen.

Despite this, you still notice things no one ever could. The subtle tremor in his lower lip did not escape you, the telltale reddening of his eyes, nor did the indentation of his nails against his palms. He wanted something, needed something. You could tell he was pleading for anything.

"Ajax?" You call out his name, and he barely responded to it, lost in his muddled mind. "Ajax." You try again, louder, and closer to him. "Are you okay?" He gave you a hum, and that was all it took.

He felt your arms slowly snake around his torso, wrapping them around him, and pulling him into a hug. Ajax reacted almost immediately, hands flying to your arms with a crushing grip, ready to break them.

"You here with me?"

Ajax's eyes widened his eyes as soon as realization sank in, his grip instinctively slackening as regret permeated his being, whispered curses escaping his lips as he glimpsed the faint bruise on your skin. Why hadn't you reacted? The pressure of your weight against him acted as an anchor, grounding his spiraling thoughts and guiding him back to his senses. But why didn't you defend yourself?

Did you trust him that much?

"Hey—what are you doing? Let me go!" Please don't, he pleaded desperately, his trembling hands clutching onto your shoulders. His breath quivered, weakly squirming away from your hold. "I-I'm literally disgusting right now! Why are you hugging me?!"

You gave him a small pout, your hand pushing his head on your shoulder, and he struggled to fight against your hand and his desire to just give in. "I thought you liked hugs?" You murmur softly against his ear, and it sent shivers down his spine. "C'mon, it's not like you're fighting it."

Ajax hated that you were right. For the first time in years, he has never felt so vulnerable, and weak. If it were someone else before him, they would've taken advantage of him and ended him then and there.

But this was you, his best friend since he was little. The person who knew Ajax before his fall, and still accepted him for who he was despite his massive change. In your eyes, he was still the same boy who would pelt you with snowballs, push you onto the soft, white ground to make snow angels, and would chase you around your hometown.

He may have changed. But he was still your Ajax, your best friend. The one person you could rely on, and trusts enough to let your guard down completely before him.

Ajax's arms finally wrapped around you, his breathing in sync with yours. It was the only way to quiet down his buzzing mind, to stay conscious, and not drift back into the dark.

Your demeanor towards him remained unchanged. You still cared about him as if he hadn't laid waste to battlefields. You extended your care to him, undeterred by the carnage he might have wrought. Tenderly, you bound his wounds in bandages, scolded him for his recklessness with a stern voice, and enveloped him in warm embraces whenever the need for solace arose.

You saw him for who he was.

Not as Childe, not as the monster people perceive him for, nor as the responsible big brother he was.

No, you only saw Ajax, underneath his desire for battle.

You offered a gentle pat on his back, your voice soothing as you spoke, "Alright big guy, go take a bath." However, Ajax clung to you for a moment, an unyielding grip that seemed to resist releasing you. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you playfully urged him, "C'mon, you reek. I'll fetch you some fresh clothes."

Ajax, with reluctance, let you go as he allowed to you to lead him to the shower rooms. He was glad you didn't ask what was wrong with him any further, he didn't even know it himself. Or perhaps you already knew.

He wishes that you knew that he would do the same for you.

You suggested that the two of you should go ice fishing as soon as Ajax has finished cleaning himself up.

It was random, and it left him confused, but he still found himself holding two fishing rods while you deftly worked to cut through the thick layer of ice that concealed the familiar lake you both frequented for ice fishing.

Ajax's father would always invite you whenever he decided it was another day to go ice fishing. Both you and Ajax would be in awe whilst you listened to his father talk about tales of heroes and adventure.

He took those stories to heart, and oftentimes, whenever he played with you afterward, he'd perceive himself as the main character, a hero, of the epic tales his father told him.

You, on the other hand? You never believed in heroes. You think they're just stories to entertain children, and those who call themselves heroes whilst being a hypocrite were unworthy scum of such a glorious title.

But you always indulged in Ajax's whims. As he swung the wooden sword his father had crafted for him, you played along, allowing him to 'save' you from the imaginary 'monster' lurking amidst the snow-covered landscape.

Nowadays, Ajax usually went ice fishing alone.

Even though Ajax has experienced the perils of the Abyss, you've always bested him in combat. He taught you what he had learned from the Abyss and from his master, Skirk, but he didn't really expect you to outperform him. So, compared to his duties, the Fatui has always deemed you as 'more useful' and 'less wild'.

Maybe, Ajax mused, if it had been you selected by the Abyss, things might have turned out differently. You could have navigated its challenges more adeptly than he managed. A thought tickled his mind—imagine you outmatching Skirk in a sparring match. Your instincts, forged by years of street life and survival in an icy nation, had helped you in ways more than he could ever think of.

So he doesn't ask you to do such a trivial hobby with him anymore. Nor did the two of you talk as much as you did.

You were a person of a higher position, closer to being a Harbinger than he was.

Ajax always thought that the growing gap between your friendship, as the years went by in the Fatui, was merely caused due to work. He wanted to train, to be even stronger than he is now. He has assumed that you were far too busy, answering the Tsaritsa's beck and call, leaving little room for anything else.

Yet he has never seen you so utterly content for quite some time. Sat next to him on a wooden stool, you cast your line onto the hole you've chiseled through the ice. You would smile at him, and it emanated warmth hotter than the burning flames of a campfire. His chest tingled, and he slowly cast his line as well.

Perhaps he was wrong.

That he was the reason the connection between the two of you was on a thin line. You've always sought out for him, but he would just excuse himself to train, or remind you that you had a mission to tend to.

Nonetheless, you didn't hesitate to accept him with open arms. To soothe him when he most needed it, to help him relax and found refuge in shared pastimes he had once assumed were best pursued in solitude. It was nostalgic. It reminded him of times when you were both smaller, clumsily pulling the line when a fish bites, and slipping on the ice.

Ajax felt nothing, but at the same time, he felt everything.

The chilly wind blowing against his hair, the way his gloves creased as he tightened his grip on his fishing rod, and your presence right beside him, ever so soothing and warm. He was at ease.

Ajax wishes that things should just stay like this.

"I've always thought about leaving the Fatui at some point."

Ajax's heart drops.

His hands suddenly weakened, and his fishing rod was almost lost in the cold depths of the water beneath the ice. His head turns to you with wide eyes.

He was at peace. Everything was fine. Why did you have to ruin it?

Ajax was well aware of what the Fatui truly was. He couldn't even remember how many people he has killed for the sake of the Tsaritsa's will.

You were the one who wanted to join the Fatui with him. You were the one who helped him fight all of those soldiers just to receive the same 'punishment' as he did. Now you're telling him you want to quit?

To just leave him like that?

"I want to live a normal life," You began, reeling the line of your rod and absentmindedly tapping your foot against the ice. You kept your eyes on the hole in the ground, choosing to ignore the heartbroken stare Ajax gave you. "Buy a house, have a family, and just live a life without crime."

You looked up into the white sky, the sun hiding behind the endless expanse of clouds. "Be happy, be normal. Pretty boring, right?" You chuckled, "But every homeless kid who grew up in this shithole has always dreamed something like that. Either live a happy, long life with a stable income or be filthy rich."

Ajax can't blame you if that was your dream. After all, you've grown up in very different conditions than he did. His family wasn't rich, but it was enough that Ajax wouldn't have to worry about if they were going to eat.

But being a Fatui without you? He could hardly imagine.

Sure, you've only talked to each other after for so long just a while ago—but you were his best friend. You were his sparring partner. The person he trusts the most, the person he knows will have his back no matter what.

Though, if this is what you truly wanted, to leave the Fatui, to leave him... He guesses he could let you go. Ajax can't force you to do something you didn't like.

"I don't really have any reason for staying in the Fatui but..." You finally turned to look at Ajax with a mischievous smirk on your lips. "Someone ought to keep an eye on you."

Oh, Ajax blinked at you, in the end, you decided to stay. A sigh of relief escaped him, a weight lifting from his chest as he released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, his previously tense shoulders sagging in relaxation.

He finally finds it in himself to speak, his voice, though still a little quiet and shaky, was loud enough for you to hear. "Looks like we're pretty different in terms of goals." He mutters as he reeled the line when he felt a bite. "I'm going to overthrow the gods and conquer the world."

For a moment, it was quiet. Ajax almost thought you found him ridiculous with such foolish ideas. But you threw your head back and your shoulders shook as you laughed, a sound so familiar, yet he craved to hear more. Your laughter wasn't malicious, nor it was condescending. It was pure bewilderment, in awe of his boldness."

"Wow, even if you've calmed down, you're still talking nonsense." You said between giggles, wiping away the tear that formed in your eyes.

Ajax pouted at you, throwing the fish he had caught onto your lap. "I'm strong enough to accomplish it! You don't believe in me?"

Your eyes twinkled as you grinned at him, cooing at his reaction. "Of course not! At least, not alone." Ajax raised a curious brow as you continued, "You can't conquer the world by just wildly running around and beating things to death."

Ajax was slowly catching on with your intentions, and he fought the urge to smile. "So, what do you suggest then?"

"You need strategy! And knowledge." You nodded to yourself, the smile never leaving your face, "Power is important, but you can't just fight a god to overthrow them. After all, every meathead needs a brain."

"Hey!"

"Will you be my brains, then?

"Me?" You gasp in fake surprise at his question, pointing at yourself. Though, you could tell he has become serious at the thought of it.

"Conquer the world with me," Ajax smiles, his eyes trailing down to the hands that gripped the fishing rod. "I need a... sense of direction, and you're always there to help me get my shit together when I need it. Besides, it'll be more fun with the two of us!"

You laughed again, watching him brighten up at the idea. You were glad he was back in his spirits. If you were honest, you have never seen Ajax so out of it before. His eyes held nothing, but you could sense fear. It was unusual, but you could only do your best to help him through it.

"Fine, fine," You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll be your partner in crime. You can't reach your goals without me anyway."

He turned to look at you, his eyes bright like they used to be, "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

Ajax then brought up his pinky finger to you, his grin widening. "Pinky promise?"

"What?" You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly annoyed. "Are you a child?"

"My code name is Childe.

"Ugh, stop." You intertwine your pinky finger around his. "I pinky promise."

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