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lilmouzeesworld · 1 day

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i was wondering if you could write for two fandoms in the same request? if so can i get mikey and childe with a female s/o who is very shy and awkward around new people and stutters a lot out of pure awkwardness meeting their friends for the first time? if you cant write for two fandoms then just mikey will do. ty in advance:)

You're perfect even through the hard times! Contains - Fluff, Cursing, Mention of anxiety, Small mention of violence. Zee's note - I struggle with stuttering and all around being an extremely shy person Irl so this was a fun thing for me to write for, I also love that you mixed two different fandoms! Hope you enjoy this request, anon!

The way you met Mikey was nothing short of a simple way. All you wanted after some extremely stress inducing stress was a little treat for yourself, luckily there was a small convenience store only a short distance from your school, you had taken notice of two people that would regularly come into the shop, buying the same items every time, three small packets of dorayaki.

Walking towards the convivence store you noticed the two regular shoppers standing close to the doorway arguing with each other, the smaller one pouting his cheeks puffed up while his eyes had an annoyed look while the taller one scolded him for being so careless with his own money. "Ken-Chin, just this one time, I already told you I'd pay you back!" the smaller one said making the taller one roll his eyes "Mikey, we both know your just saying that I'm not buying anything for you." Hearing the both of them argue was something from a comedy show, as funny as it was. You couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the smaller one, who you now knew by Mikey. "U-um excuse me. I... I um heard a tiny bit of your conversation and I... I'll happily pay for the snack you, um w-want." This seemed to seal the deal between Mikey liking you, he immediately took you up on the offer and even took the time to become good friends with you, the friendship blossoming into a relationship between you and Mikey.

Mikey kept it no secret from you that he was a leader of a gang and often told you all of the wild stories he had, most of them being about how badass everyone was and how they were the scariest gang in all of Tokyo, Japan. So when Mikey mentioned wanting to take you into a meeting with everyone so you could meet them, saying you had become anxious was an understatement. You knew Mikey would never put you in direct harm, he loved dearly. The part that scared you was meeting all these important people in Mikey's life, you've already met Draken and have become a good friend in his eye's but everyone else was another face you would have to try and impress for Mikey's sake.

Mikey had you stand between him and Draken during the meeting, listening to everyone ask who you were, all their eyes matching the way you'd move around uncomfortably, before your brain could scare you anymore Draken called out for everyone's attention before letting Mikey continue. "The person you see standing next to me is my partner in crime!" even in front of his own gang members, he'd still make jokes. Mikey stepped back as a way for you to introduce yourself. All you could notice was how quiet everyone suddenly was making you more nervous. Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to everyone, "H... hello, I'm..." in just the two seconds it took you to get the hello, out you forgot what to say next. A few muffled laughs had your face red with embarrassment, fortunately Draken had everyone quiet with a threaten they knew would happen if not. "I'm Y/N, Mikey's...um, girlfriend." Introducing yourself as his girlfriend still came as a shock to you and everyone else, before anything else could be said multiple cheers, clapping and even laughs could be heard for probably miles.

After finally getting through introducing yourself a handful of men came up towards you and mikey. The first one to speak was a boy with lilac hair introduced himself as Mitsuya, The second division captain. The second people you met were introduced as angry and smiley, The 4th Division Captain and Vice-captains. It took you awhile to figure who Nahoya and who Souya was, thankfully the twins found humor is how often you mixed their names up, even making bets on long it'd take you to get their names right. Slowly everyone had warmed up towards you and seemed to be more than comfortable talking to you, most of them not even noticing that you would just nod along and make the usual "Mhm's", "oh, thats interesting" and other small things that would keep you engaged in their stories, towards the end of the night you found yourself able to leave mikey's side and get to "talk" to the other's before eventually finding your way back to mikey's side, ready to head back home and just lay in bed for awhile and mikey had no complaints about the idea.

Your first meeting with childe was a bit of a terrifying experience, traveler offered to spend the day with you to help you feel comfortable in Liyue, traveler forgetting they agreed to have a training session with childe. Not wanting to make them miss something important, you offered to go with them and watch on the side line, not being a fighter yourself. The moment childe saw you, it was already game on, Sure traveler told them you were just a friend but childe wanted you to know he was so cool, a badass, more then just travelers fighting partner.

Childe made sure to ignore traveler once the training session was over, making his way towards you hand extended out to shake yours. "I'm Tartaglia, but you can call me Childe as most do, what's your name sugar?" Every word left your brain when hearing the bold name childe called you. You knew this wouldn't be the first time childe would call you a nickname but it caught you off guard, hearing it say it so casually, seeing as this was the first time you two have met. When your hand connected with childe's he winked at you before kissing the back of it, "A shy thing aren't we?" Childe teased laughing before gently shaking your hand. This was a small start to the friendship you and childe would have before it formed into a relationship.

Childe wrote letter to Teucer, his younger brother, often. He couldn't help but talk about you in every letter he wrote back home, Teucer eventually tired of his older brother talking about you and only ever you, he made the trip down to liyue to visit his older brother and meet the girl his older brother had fallen so head over heels for. Childe told you how much of a handful his younger brother could be and would understand if you may want to skip out upon meeting him, but was assured when you told childe you didn't mind meeting Teucer. The moment teucer saw you and childe waiting for his arrival, he dashed passed his older brother straight up towards you, wasting no time in shaking your hand and introducing yourself leaving you almost no room to get a breath out before childe intervened "Hey, Hey, let's give her some time to introduce herself too now." Childe said holding back laughs from how excited his sibling was.

Your brain seemed almost empty, unable to find any words to try matching or even being able to give teucer any information he'd like to hear about. "He-Hello teucer, um... I'm sure Childe has spoken a lot about me in the letters he sends you." Teucer scoffs at the words a lot, making you worry the meeting is already off to a bad start. "W-well its, uh.... true, i am Childe's Girlfriend. My name is Y/N." Teucer already knew about you being his girlfriend, having slight suspicion his older brother was lying but now knowing it was true, he wasted no time in accepting you into the family. "I'm glad he wasn't lying about having a girlfriend, i was starting to worry i was his only friend." Teucer says making himself loud enough for childe to hear before grabbing onto your hand wanting to explore liyue with you.

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charlotte-official · 12 hours

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4/1/24 - 4/4/24.

a/n: salutations from the team working at the Steambird~ We're back with another issue, recounting all your favorite stories from April 1st to April 4th in the Teyvat space~

WELCOME OUR NEWEST TEAMMEMBER ARIAN!!! WOOHOO!!!! (@charnverite)

heyyy :333 teheehee.. new editor... i hope you like this.... rrrrr (also yes i think we're late on this one again) welcome @steambird-editor to the team,,? -Arian

“An apple a day, keeps the doctor away.”

This is a saying that most people would interpret as eating healthy foods(such as apples) prevent the need to have to visit a physician. However, it was proven that this saying can take on.. mildly different meaning.

Tartaglia, 11th and last of the 11 Fatui Harbingers threw an apple at the 2nd Fatui Harbinger, il Dottore, otherwise known as “The Doctor.” Having seen the apple catapulting his way, Dottore accepted his fate, screaming, “AH FU-“

Those were his last words before he evaporated.

That’s right, 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers evaporated from having an apple thrown at him. You know what the “an apple a day, keeps The Doctor away.” One of the Doctor’s segments, Webttore, happened to be at the scene of crime, so the two simply stared at where Dottore once stood.

Tartaglia soon turned to Webttore, asking if they would hold a funeral or throw a rock named after him into the sea. Webttore waved these suggestions off, and instead said that they’d name a bug after him and feed that bug to a lizard. And they do.

ft: @webttore-official @dottore-official @snezhnayain-carrot-top

CERTAIN HAT WEARING VAHUMANA SCHOLAR BOMBARDED WITH BOOPS. (MUCH TO HIS DISMAY)

While the overall reception towards the temporary function added for April Fool’s Day(booping) was widely well received, naturally there was some negative reaction. Hat Guy, a Vahumana Scholar who participated in Sumeru’s Interdarshan tournament, was one of which who was strongly against it. Upon receiving various boops, the scholar posted a statement demanding that the boops being directed towards him cease.

In response, an anonymous user daringly enough sent him a simple “no <3”. The Akedemiya scholar was upset and threatened the user to stop, but the user continued to decline. Additionally, another anonymous user began booping Hat Guy as well through his ask inbox rather than via the literal button. As the scholar gradually lost anger, he dejectedly(though still upset) responded, continuously telling the anonymous users to get lost.

Of course, it would’ve never been that easy, so the anons continued to reject the proposition of halting their shenanigans. In the end, one of the two ceased after 10 boops, while the other anon, who dubbed themself “no <3 anon”, continued to argue with the Vahumana scholar. What really got on Hat Guy’s nerves, however, was when no<3 anon decided to begin addressing him with sorts of pet names like “darls”.

In the end, Hat Guy gave the anon a reminder of who really had the upper hand, as it was the anon who was delivering anonymous notes in HIS blog’s inbox. When the anon rejected the idea, Hat Guy kept the ask stuck in his inbox for a certain period of time rather than answering it, rather smugly commenting that the sound of someone being silenced was quite poetic.

ft: @the-wanderer-official (various anons)

HARAVATAT SENIOR SCHOLAR AND VAHUMANA STUDENT: BACK TO BICKERING

In the online Teyvatian space, old faces will remember the duo of Madam Faruzan and Hat Guy of Vahumana for their endless bickering. The two recently were found to have prolonged absences, but funnily enough, they both returned online at the same time. Upon return, the Haravatat senior announced her coming back.

In response to Madam Faruzan’s announcement, the Vahumana student commented on her “tendency to be nosy and stick her head into situations which she is not part of,” and he asked her to take his “pesky” anons off of his hands, who were consistently “booping” him, as per the temporary feature for April 1st(much to his annoyance). Faruzan was not pleased with the snide comment and upsetedly asked if he had just called her nosy, and told him to keep his “problem children.” Hat Guy called her dense for having needing clarification for such.

Later, feeling petty, Madam Faruzan would use the boop function as a way to annoy the Vahumana scholar. When Hat Guy confronted Faruzan for her obnoxious activity, saying that he wasn’t surprised but certainly curious, Madam Faruzan simply replied that she annoyed back those who annoyed her.

ft: the-wanderer-official @faruzxn

ANON DUBS SCHOLAR A TURKEY.

Most people wouldn’t go up to strangers and call them turkeys. Scary anon would, though. An anon, whose roots come from nagging at a certain blonde architect to stay hydrated and healthy(refer to past steambird issues), called the senior scholar Madam Faruzan a Turkey.

Madam Faruzan saw it incredibly unwarranted and was surprised that this anon she had never interacted with was suddenly referring to her as “a fat bird” as she put it. Mysteriously enough, Scary said she allegedly knew what she did. Madam Faruzan continued to deny as such.

(All jokes, it turned out that it was Faruzan mod who was repeatedly using the boop mechanism for April fools and booping Scary.)

ft: faruzxn @scary-anon

LIGHT OF KSHAREWAR HAS A REVELATION AFTER BEING ATTACKED BY BOOPS

With the light of the April Fools boop function, another victim of serial booping just so happens to be the famed architect known for designing the Palace of Alcazarzaray. The architect, Kaveh, Light of Ksharewar, has quite the presence in the online space and is bombarded with boops.

With the excessive quantity of boops he was receiving, the architect was naturally intimidated and pointed out a certain user who had been repetitively booping him(in fear). Perhaps surprised at the sudden shout out, the user admitted to being excited to interact with the architect.

Kaveh, despite his prior frightened demeanor, was flattered by the user’s excitement who told him they loved his blog. In a moment of realization, the Light of Ksharewar came to the revelation that the user, and probably the rest of his blog’s followers preferred seeing him interact with Sumeru’s inhabitants and scream. This was incredibly depressing to the architect, who became mildly annoyed. The user sheepishly could only reply “Welllllllll…” Kaveh could only dramatically sigh and quickly ramble in between coughs, “PALACE OF ALCAZARZARAY COULDN'T EVEN MAKE THE PEOPLE CARE.”

The user started to feel bad.

ft: @kaveh-official (user in question ~ @just-sarah-xx)

RESIDENT ELDRITCH HORROR THAT USUALLY TAKES ON THE FORM OF A BLACK CAT AND FAMOUS SUMERIAN ARCHITECT BOOP EACHOTHER.

Adi though now commonly known as the Eldritch horror of a void cat, actually shares a history with the light of Ksharewar(refer to prior Steambird issues) and the two share a silly friendship. Heartwarmingly enough, despite the void cat being entangled in various conflicts and being relatively serious, Adi still is able to be silly with their friends. (As displayed by Adi and Kaveh following.)

With the temporary addition of the booping mechanism presented for April Fools Day, Kaveh sent Adi various boops, and the two friends exchanged and shot back boops to eachother. In the end, Adi did end up strangling(metaphorically) the Light of Ksharewar with too many boops to counter, but the interaction was wholesome overall.

ft: @adi-cat-anon kaveh-official

WOW, THE FATUI MUST DEFINITELY LIKE GIVING OUT BOOPS.

article written by team member arian(@steambird-editor) and edited by charlotte~

During the surge perhaps now being able to be formally labeled as "the booping incident", the overall reception was positive, feelings towards the mechanism being that of silliness and enjoyment of being able to boop friends and otherwise.

Addition to the positive reactions, there must also be negative but unsuspecting reactions to the "booping". Just like how the Light Of Ksharawar was alarmed and frightened upon the booping. We'll gladly share some quotations from [April 1st] from The Light of Ksharawar.

"Hey- What- UH. What are.. boops..?? AND WHY DID I GET SO MANY."

"AAAAAAAAAAH (screaming out of fear of the boops)".

"THE FATUI ARE GIVING ME BOOPS. THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER".

As the light of Ksharawar gets booped somewhere else in Sumeru, Hat guy (who refers himself as 'Wanderer') gets booped aswell. By the Fatui just like the other. He does not seem to enjoy it very much. But who would? It is the fatui afterall. (He basically yells at them to get out)

I would mention some of his quotations, but I believe they would be.. too threatening for this article, so I will refrain to add those quotations.

"You people would be better off spending your short time in this life doing anything else"

"Your tenacity is concerning and an annoyance"

"FATUI GET OUT OF MY NOTIFICATIONS"

ft: the-wanderer-official, kaveh-official, @fatui-subordinates-official

#the steambird #steambird specials #wanderer #genshin impact wanderer #Scaramouche #Scaramouche genshin #faruzan #faruzan genshin #childe #tartaglia #childe genshin impact #il dottore #dottore #webttore #kaveh genshin #kaveh #fatui

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lumine101 · 21 hours

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Childe: screams

Lumine: screams louder to assert dominance

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lotus-pear · 8 months

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clowns in court

#i haven't played genshin in four months so lmk if this is accurate #bro i forgot how much pain it causes me to draw genshin outfits there’s so many stupid details #this is all from memory btw so idk if it's accurate i was just looking at past drawings to double check outfits💀#anyway it was so fun seeing chuuya COUGH i mean childe!! in fontaine!! my fav ginger <33 #genshin #genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #childe genshin impact #childe #furina #focalors #fontaine #chilumi #lotus draws

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athinga · 8 months

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Fontaine spoiler kinda ya

How i imagine it going down

Somebody go get your unhinged ginger, he's being political again

I'm starting to think my account is just going to be taken over by Neuvi at this point

#art #fanart #artists on tumblr #genshin impact #childe #childe genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #fontaine #fontaine spoilers #genshin fanart #they're so goofy i love them #sorry Childe stans i cant be bothered to get his clothes right #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin ajax #childe tartagalia

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 4 months

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ what I know to be true ⋆｡˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ ༘

Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.

Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!

Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.

He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.

He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.

That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.

He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.

So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.

"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.

He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.

Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.

He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.

Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.

Your name.

Oh, how he remembered you.

You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...

But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.

You were a little brat was what you were.

Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.

Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".

They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.

He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.

You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.

His little siblings were much cuter.

And he did not hesitate to say that.

"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.

"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."

This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.

Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.

You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.

How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?

Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!

Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.

All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."

Never before had he felt so cheated.

That begun his feud with a two year old.

Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.

It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.

"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.

He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.

That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife

If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.

Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.

But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.

In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.

So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.

"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."

The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.

"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.

In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.

Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.

It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.

He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.

But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.

His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.

His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.

Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.

What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?

With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.

His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.

The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.

But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.

This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.

And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.

Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.

He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.

"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."

Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.

"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."

To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.

Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.

You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.

He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.

So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.

"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."

He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.

"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."

He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.

"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."

He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.

"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."

He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.

"And loving you as you love me."

Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.

Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."

His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.

"And you will forever be mine."

His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.

Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.

Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.

As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.

But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.

You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.

He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.

The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.

All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.

"I do.", you said.

He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.

"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.

After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.

Fervently, passionately kissed you.

It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.

But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.

After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.

"Could we take a walk in the garden?"

While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.

The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.

"Won't you be cold?"

"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.

"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.

He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.

And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.

"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.

"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.

"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."

To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.

The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".

His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.

"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."

Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.

But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."

He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.

So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.

So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.

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bananakeiky · 7 months

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Choose your fighter

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#genshin impact #nana's art #genshin #fontaine #hoyoverse #childe #tartaglia #childe genshin impact #focalors #furina #been busy lately so big projects are slow #but shitposts are forever #furina is my little meow meow #childe is too in a stupid dog way #blue eyed ahoge power losers

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yumenosakiacademy · 5 months

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4.2 || Childe & Neuvillette Against The Narwhal

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anyanary · 8 months

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College au

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mysticmiav · 10 days

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"So this is how justice is done in Fontaine. What a joke"

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cilorine · 8 months

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how that chilumi vision giving scene in fontaine goes in my head: the shoujo anime 💘

#genshin impact fanart #childe genshin impact #tartaglia #lumine genshin impact #cilor art #genshin impact #genshin impact fancomic #fontaine #retro anime aesthetic #90s anime style #artists on tumblr #genshin fontaine #chilumi #childe x lumine

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mud-o · 7 months

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Wriothesley, childe and Neuvi matching animal ears series

husky, fox and otter ...

Keep forgetting that I have a tumblr acc orz

#wriothesley genshin #wriothesley #rizzley #genshin fanart #wriothesley fanart #genshin impact #tartaglia #childe #childe fanart #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #childe genshin impact #neuvilette fanart #neuvillette fanart #wriochi #wriolette #wriochilette #Crazy for all of them

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lotus-pear · 5 months

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started playing genshin again, fontaine has been an experience

#unsurprisingly lyney is my fav so far (who would've thought!!!!!!!!!!!!)#anyway the lyn twins' trial took me back to my ace attorney days hoyo is in their redemption arc w fontaine so far #turns out i wasn't burnt out from genshin. i was burnt out from sumeru #literally get ptsd just seeing sand nowadays #i think i just finished 4.0 i'll post for 4.1 and 4.2 when i get to it #ALSO HYDRO TRAVELER IS SM FUN THEYRE MY FAV SO FAR #genshin impact #lyney genshin impact #lyney #aether #aether genshin impact #childe #childe genshin impact #fontaine #lotus draws

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vixensp1ce · 2 months

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them as japanese p rn tropes

fem!reader / pt. 2 (jing yuan and aventurine)

childe

he's the sleazy coworker, the one who ogles your boobs whenever you bend over and thinks pencil skirts are a gift to humanity (his dick).

of course, accepting his invitation to hang out and drink at his place is a sure sign that you're not as innocent as you look.

and when he has you on the carpet, legs folded up to your chest, looking so sweet and breedable just for him, he realises you're not wearing underwear. just stockings. and a gasket blows in his mind.

there's an adult movie playing on the tv, but he's muted it. he wants to hear your voice and your voice only, after all.

he fucks you slowly at first, relishing the way your boobs ripple with the movement in your tight office blouse. you might be wearing a smaller one today, because the buttons are straining and he can see a peek of your lacey bra underneath.

your walls squeeze and flutter around him, betraying your need, but childe ignores it for now.

"so pretty, so, so pretty, all for me..." he mutters, still rocking his hips, grinding gently into you. the buttons come open with ease, revealing a scrap of red lace, transparent so he can see your hardened nipples.

he pauses. you seem to know what's coming next and squeeze around his dick in anticipation.

"you little slut," he growls in delight, slamming into your g-spot with such accuracy that you cry his name.

he sets a frightening pace, his dick scraping against every inch of your ribbed walls you've never been able to reach on your own, and you wonder, did he just get bigger?

"gonna cum inside, fill you up, inside inside inside," he chants, lost in his pleasure and tugging down your bra. your boobs spring free, now rippling freely like a wave. he ducks his head, suckling on one nipple, a hand coming up to tease the other one.

"ajax! oh, please, please, i'm so close," you moan, the pressure in your lower tummy building.

"with me," he mumbles, switching to your other nipple. "cum with me, baby, together..."

your rapidly contracting walls betray how close you are, and his dick twitches and twitches inside of you. childe grabs your leg, slinging it over his shoulder so his dick reaches even deeper into you, and the new position is just what you need for the dam to break.

you scream his name. you clamp down on him, hard, your back arching taut, pushing your breast further into his mouth. he cums at the same time, ropes of thick, hot cum filling you up in a place you hadn't even known was empty.

he's still pistoning into you at a violent pace, fucking you both through your first orgasm of the night.

blade

funny guy has funny tastes. if you'd known that one of his favourite things to do was to have you tied up and restrained, you would have... well, nothing, seeing as you enjoyed it just as much as he.

you were under the dining table, draped over the support crossbars and trying to clear out a particularly stubborn cobweb. blade eyes you hungrily, feeling his cock just begin to strain at his pants. he can see the outline of your panties through your clothes, the lucious curve of your ass tempting him to do something only in his fantasies.

then you pull back and stop.

"um, blade? a little help?"

his patience snaps. striding up to you, he lands a glancing blow on your behind. you yelp, your back arching. "hey, what was that for?"

he doesn't care. blade gives himself a moment to fix the image of your ass in his mind, then pulls down your clothes and underwear in one smooth movement.

"you little bitch," he snarls. a string of your arousal stretches from your pussy to your underwear. "fucking slut."

he slides his dick back and forth in your inner lips, coating it in slick and the tip rubbing aginst your clit. you moan, your back arching, grinding against him to try and get more friction.

blade reaches under the table and tugs you free, hoisting you up into his arms and carrying you to the couch.

another slap. you whimper, trying to turn back to get a look at him, but he grabs your head and forces it down.

"a slut like you shouldn't even be looking at me," he growls.

he spreads your asscheeks with his thumbs. the movement has your pussy weeping a few drops of cum onto his slick, wet dick.

"slut," he mutters again, half to himself, and slams himself into you.

you gasp, back arching, the fabric of the couch crinkling under your grip. "bla~ade," you moan angelically.

"shut up," he commands, pulling you roughly into him again. your shut up obediently. the flesh of your ass ripples up your body, and he can just see your boobs swaying to his rhythm.

he leans over you to whisper into your ear. "does my naughty little slut wanna cum?" he whispers, his gravelly voice sending sparks into your lower tummy.

you can feel his dick, thick and rock-hard, weighing down inside of you, and you can almost imagine the outline of it showing through your tummy. you nod.

he pistons his hips into yours, humping like an animal in heat, aiming right for the most sensitive gummy spot within you. you whimper and moan, your back arching in pleasure, and then you feel his hand clasp your boob to stimulate your nipple roughly.

"no-!" you squirm against his hold, but blade has you completely pinned. his other hand snakes down to where the two of you are connected, flesh smacking together and ringing through the room.

"if you want to cum, then cum." you can hear the smile in his voice as his hand finds your sensitive little nub and rubs it fiercely.

the pressure in your lower tummy spikes, and you claw at the couch as you cum, looking for something to hold onto. "bladebladeblade, ah, harder, please~"

#hsr x reader smut #blade smut #hsr x reader #x reader smut #hsr blade #childe smut #childe #tartaglia #childe tartaglia ajax #childe tartagalia #childe genshin impact #tartagila #tartaglia smut

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