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@enchanthings

You can feel your hand trembling as you grip the doorknob. It's never been this quiet. 'Perhaps Lilia slept in too?' A slim chance but one (Name) was willing to take.

You tentatively open the door, hoping to see Silver quietly reading by the fireplace or Lilia doing an early spring cleaning.

But what you saw made your breath hitch.

Silver lying motionless on the couch. You briefly look around, noticing the pot on the stove—the murder weapon. You could practically see the ominous aura being emitted from the damn thing.

"Silver... I..." You couldn't find any words to say. What else was there to say?

'I overslept, prompting Lilia to prepare breakfast for Silver which caused the demise of the poor, innocent, soul.'

(Name) gently grasped Silver's limp hands as tears blurred their vision. 'It shouldn't have ended this way.'

"(Name)? Why are you here?" (Name) perked up at the sound of Lilia's voice. (Name) hastily wipes the tears with their pointer and thumb finger, the grace befitting of the guardian returning to them. As much as they'd like to scream: 'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO SILVER?!', they knew better to not raise their voice in front of the dead.

(Name) sighed hoping to hide the tremors in their voice. "What did you do to Silver? No, rather, what did you feed Silver?"

"Heh heh, oh you know, the usual-" "Don't joke with me! Silver's dead and you dare to make light of this!? How dare-"

"Now hold on," it was Lilia's turn to cut them off. "What do you mean by 'Silver's dead'? He's alive and well!"

... 

"Huh?"

"Pfft-" Lilia wheezed, "dear me, it seems like there was a-hehe-misunderstanding."

"So... All this time, Silver was under a spell which caused—ah, what did the humans called it again? Ah yes, narcolepsy."

Lilia hummed, sipping tea which was (thankfully) brewed by you. It took quite a while to calm you down and find the words to explain Silver's condition.

"Yes, or, well, atleast something close to it."

"From the looks of it, you haven't found a way to lift it?"

"Unfortunately..."

A heavy silence filled the room.

"Khee hee..."

"Shut your mouth, Lilia."

"'I'm just making—pfft—sure Silver's doing alright.' Those were your exact words by the way... It seems like you've grown rather fond of him. Perhaps you'd like to become his godparent? I'm sure Silver wouldn't mind."

You groan, covering your face with your hands to avoid Lilia's teasing grin. "It's not my fault that your cooking could kill a grown fae. I have no idea how Silver survived this long with sorry excuses for meals."

"Considering Silver is such a strong and healthy boy, I'm sure my cooking has improved tenfold!"

You sighed, "right, right... Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Lilia grumbles a complaint which you payed no mind to. What instead occupies your mind was his remark about you being Silver's godparent.

Godparents... You've never had one before, so possibly being one for Silver made you a bit anxious. You were born through the culmination of magical energy through hundreds of years. Sure, you've had mentors that could've acted as godparents but you were never that close.

Atleast, not as close as you were to the young boy.

"Lilia..." You trailed off, catching his attention. You didn't bother raising your voice above a whisper—you knew he'd hear it either way. "Am I truly fit to become his godparent?"

Instead of a throwaway remark or a teasing comment like you had expected, Lilia took your hand in his from across the table. "I'm sure you are,"

You looked up, finally meeting his gaze.

You've never seen Lilia make that expression. It was... soft. It seems that raising a child has mellowed him out. If someone looked at him now, they would've never guessed that he was a fearsome general centuries ago. But you didn't mind, in fact, you'd like to see it on his face more often.

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"(Name)~"

"Oh Sevens, what is it now, Lilia?"

"Aren't you gonna see Silver off? It is his first day at NRC after all!"

"Silver is grown up now. He doesn't need me to offer words of encouragement or anything else like that."

"Mmhm... Yes, that may be the case. But just because he doesn't need it doesn't mean he doesn't want it. I'm sure that a visit from his godparent would ease his nerves." 

... 

"Ugh, fine."

"Khee hee hee. You really do have a soft spot for Silver." 

"Dont push it."

❝ Thank you for reading this lovelies! ❞

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Right. It was his day to oversee the early shipments and open up the Angel’s Share.

Throwing a soft robe over your shoulders, you padded quietly down the grand wooden staircase. The manor was peaceful at this hour, the usual bustling energy of the maids and head houseman Elzer reduced to a quiet, respectful hum. Guided by the unmistakable aroma of breakfast, you made your way toward the kitchen.

There he was.

Diluc stood by the counter, already fully dressed in his crisp black trousers and a high-collared white shirt, though he had left his usual heavy coat hanging by the door. His fiery red hair, usually tied back in a high, disciplined ponytail, was currently woven into a loose, slightly messier version of his usual ponytail that rested over his shoulder—a surefire sign he had dressed in a hurry to avoid waking you.

He was leaning over a notepad, reviewing a delivery manifest with a focused frown, a steaming mug of black coffee in his hand.

Before he could turn around, you stepped up behind him, wrapping your arms securely around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad back.

Diluc didn't flinch. He never did. Instead, you felt the immediate tension melt out of his shoulders. He set his mug down with a soft click and placed one of his large, gloved hands over yours, squeezing gently.

"Did I wake you?" his deep voice rumbled, quiet and raspy with remnants of sleep.

"The lack of my personal heater woke me," you mumbled into his shirt, tightening your grip.

A rare, low chuckle vibrated through his chest. Diluc turned around within your embrace, shifting so he could look down at you. The stern, unyielding Master of the Winery that Mondstadt knew was entirely absent, replaced by a warmth that rivaled the vision at his hip. He reached up, his thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was incredibly tender, a stark contrast to the strength he carried.

"My apologies," he murmured, his crimson eyes softening completely as he looked at you. "The shipments from the northern vineyards arrived early, and Charles needed me to sign off on the tavern’s inventory before noon. I meant to slip out without disturbing your rest."

"You work too hard," you said, looking up at him. "You could let Elzer handle the morning shift for once."

"Perhaps," Diluc conceded, a small, fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But the sooner I finish the inventory, the sooner I can return home to you."

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before finally catching your lips in a slow, sweet morning kiss.

When he pulled back, his hand lingered on your cheek. "Breakfast is on the table. Adelinde brought fresh Mondstadt hashbrowns from the market. Eat well, alright?"

"Only if you promise not to skip lunch at the tavern," you countered, holding up a finger.

Diluc’s smile widened just a fraction, a genuine spark of amusement in his eyes. "I promise. Now, go sit down before your food gets cold."

He gave your waist one last affectionate squeeze before reaching for his dark coat. As he walked toward the door, casting one last warm glance over his shoulder, the grand manor didn't feel quite so empty anymore.

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@pjselee

「 A True Gentleman 」

↳ pairing(s): Jack the Ripper x reader

↳ tags/warning(s): headcanon format, fluff, yandere elements if you squint.

「 The Emperor's Affections 」

↳ pairing(s): Qin Shi Huang x reader

「 Lost in the woods 」

↳ pairing(s): Silver x reader [platonic]

↳ tags/warning(s): spoilers for Silver's backstory, ​​hurt/comfort, reader is lowk an asshole in this but they come around, not beta read.

「 Meeting the Parent 」

↳ pairing(s): Idia Shroud x reader

↳ tags/warning(s): this mf got me looking up technological jargon which may or may not be correct, headcannon-short scenario format, 'baba' means 'dad' lmk if I missed anything

「 Meeting the Parent(s) 」

↳ pairing(s): Idia Shroud x reader

↳ tags/warning(s): gn!reader but can be read as fem!reader, stressed out Idia x low cortisol reader, ooc (I'm sorry mama and papa Shroud, I don't think I've done you enough justice</3), technical jargon that may or may not be correct, lmk if I missed anything!  a/n: yes, this is the part 2 for the oneshot "Meeting the Parent". This can be a stand-alone read but you can check it out if you wanna

「 Death Scares and a Godparent 」

↳ pairing(s): (Slight) Lilia x reader

「 Dinner Date 」

↳ pairing(s): Wanderer x reader

↳ tags/warnings: ooc, established relationship, fluff, tsundere wanderer?? I guess???, soft wanderer

「 To Trust or not to Trust 」

↳ pairing(s): Kazuha x reader x Heizou

↳ tags/warnings: apocalypse au, reader gets injured, graphic injuries, trust issues, psychological trauma.

「 Safe in your Arms 」

↳ pairing(s): Wanderer x reader, Childe x reader

↳ tags/warnings: headcanon format, fluff with hints of angst, reader gets kidnapped, tsundere wanderer makes another appearance, reader is implied to be shorter (childe), Ajax is used like thrice but other than that he's called Childe, жизнь моя = "my life"​​​​​​, lmk if I missed anything!

「 Domestic Bliss 」

↳ pairing(s): Diluc Ragvindr x reader

You raised your brows, "fufu... 'in-laws'? Are you trying to marry me, Shroud?" Idia's face bloomed a deep shade of red. "Well it's not like I mind, but now is not the right time. You see, since we're still students, we'll have to focus on our studies and upcoming internships. Plus, we still have to get baba's permission as well as-" "IT WAS JUST SLIP OF THE TONGUE!" Idia stammers hiding his face in his hands, only daring to look at you through the spaces between his fingers.

"Please, please, please don't mention this to my parents, it'll just be an instant K.O.!! You don't want your boyfriend to meet your dad again so soon do you?!"

"Idia, breathe," you said, reaching over to gently catch his twitching hands. "You're going to glitch your own system before we even arrive."

"And who's fault is that?!"

"Admittedly, mine... Ahem, anyways, they don't know anything, your parents, I mean. I promised I'd play the role of an ordinary, completely un-extraordinary Night Raven College student."

"You say that like you didn't call the King of Tartarus 'baba' while eating his desk fruit!" Idia squeaked, his hair flaring a violent crimson for a split second. "My parents have sensors for everything! If they scan your magical signature and detect even a single percent of chthonic divinity, we are going to get quarantined!"

"They won't," you assured him with a calm, lazy grin. "I'm running a stealth build today. Trust me."

The Shroud family private quarters looked less like a cozy dining room and more like a high-tech tactical briefing pavilion. Sleek, obsidian-and-neon-blue consoles lined the walls, and floating holographic monitors displayed live data streams of global magical density.

Standing near a polished, metallic dining table were the heads of House Shroud.

The Director—Idia's father—stood with his hands resting on a cane, his posture stiff. His blue flame hair was dark, almost smoky, and his expression was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated pessimism.

Next to him stood the Chief Engineer—Idia's mother. Her eyes gleamed with an sharp, eccentric brilliance, her fingers tapping a rhythmic, restless beat against a digital datapad.

"You are precisely forty-seven seconds late, Idia," the Director spoke first, his voice dripping with a heavy, gloomy drone. "I knew we should have factored in the atmospheric drag of the lower sea levels. The universe inherently trends toward failure and delays. It is a fundamental law."

"M-Mom, Dad! Sorry! Latency issues! Just a standard user lag!" Idia practically choked on his own spit, dropping into his rigid, terrifyingly formal "House Shroud Heir" register. He stood so stiffly he looked like a cardboard cutout.

The Chief Engineer ignored her son's panic, her sharp gaze snapping directly onto you. She stepped forward, her eyes scanning you up and down like a piece of high-tier hardware fresh off the assembly line.

"Fascinating," she murmured, a bright, eccentric smile breaking across her face. "No elevated heart rate? No immediate drop in skin temperature despite the localized atmospheric pressure of the S.T.Y.X. core? Most ordinary students from the surface exhibit at least a 35% spike in cortisol levels when entering our proximity."

"Oh, I'm pretty used to high-pressure environments," you said cheerfully, offering a polite bow. "My dad’s office is basically a giant, pressurized cauldron of stress. Lots of screaming, fire, and a never-ending administrative backlog. Compared to that, this place is incredibly peaceful. It’s a pleasure to meet you both."

Idia let out a high-pitched, strangled wheeze. 'PLEASE STOP COMPARING THE UNDERWORLD TO A CORPORATE OFFICE,' his eyes desperately pleaded.

Dinner was served by automated floating drones. The food was perfectly calculated for nutritional optimization, which honestly felt a bit like eating rations, but you didn't mind. The real challenge was the conversation, which felt less like casual small talk and more like a rigorous data-mining operation.

"So, (Name)," the Director sighed heavily, staring down at his plate as if the protein synthesis had personally offended him. "Idia's academic performance has stabilized, but his external server engagement has seen a steep decline. He has been... leaving the facility's localized network to spend time with you. A massive risk. The world is full of volatile variables. Relationships usually end in systemic collapse."

"Dad! Please! Do not drop your pessimistic doom-posting at the dinner table!" Idia whimpered, pulling his customized hoodie over his face until only his glowing, terrified eyes were visible.

"I think it's an excellent variable," the Chief Engineer countered briskly, her fingers flying across a holographic menu. "In fact, our internal metrics show that Idia's efficiency spiked drastically last Thursday. He automated a completely new patch for our intake sorting system. Idy, you haven't shown that kind of proactive optimization in quarters. What prompted the script rewrite?"

Idia froze. His hair turned a stark, blinding pink.

"Ah, that!" you interjected smoothly, taking a sip of your perfectly chilled water. "That was actually my dad's doing. His estate handles a massive, high-volume influx of... let's call it 'incoming personnel.' The data bottleneck was terrible because they were practically using ancient clay-tablet logic arrays. Idia saw the outdated infrastructure, his inner tech-geek took physical damage, and he optimized the whole system overnight."

The Director paused, his gloomy eyes narrowing slightly. "A high-volume legacy estate? Managing an influx of personnel without modern cloud integration? Sounds like a logistical nightmare. A recipe for total structural failure."

"Exactly what Idia said!" you laughed, nudging your boyfriend's elbow. "But he fixed it. My dad was so impressed he said Idia had 'excellent middle-management potential' and might even let him look at the Cerberus firewall next time."

The Chief Engineer’s fork clattered against her plate. She stared at Idia, her eyes wide with sudden, immense pride but not much surprise, after all, Idia was her precious son. She knew what he was capable of; she was merely proud he took initiative. "Idy... you optimized a legacy database for a massive, unmapped external infrastructure? Without a manual? And you received a direct commendation for leadership potential?"

"I-I-It was just a basic database indexing issue!" Idia stammered, his defense mechanisms entirely failing him as his parents stared at him like he had just single-handedly coded a new universe. "The throughput was choking! Any respectable programmer would have written a patch! I didn't do it for a corporate promotion, I did it because the lag was triggering my fight-or-flight response!"

"Incredible," the Director muttered, a microscopic, almost imperceptible lift appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps... the world is not entirely doomed to failure. If you can manage the data-intake of a massive, archaic estate, you might actually survive taking over S.T.Y.X. one day."

By the time the dinner has ended (and Idia's social battery level has reached an all time low), the Chief Engineer was practically beaming, handing you a S.T.Y.X.-branded premium gift box filled with high-grade, limited-edition magical tech supplements.

"Feel free to visit anytime, (Name)," she said warmly. "Any companion who can force Idia to patch legacy systems and practice real-world networking is a high-tier asset to House Shroud."

As the automated transport pod doors finally closed, sealing the two of you back into the quiet safety of the transit tube, Idia instantly deflated. He slid down the sleek metal wall, burying his face directly into your lap like a melted blue popsicle.

"System crash... total battery drain..." he mumbled into your uniform, his hair a faint, pale, exhausted pastel blue. "I can't believe it. They didn't run a biometric scan. They didn't find out your dad rules the dead. They think I'm a... a giga-chad corporate networker."

You chuckled, gently running your fingers through his soft, warm blue flames. "See? I told you it would be fine. They love me. And they're proud of you."

"You speech-checked my parents with a 100% success rate using literal double-speak," Idia whispered, looking up at you with a mixture of profound awe and lingering terror. "You talked about Tartarus like it was a poorly managed shipping warehouse. You're a cheat code, (Name). A literal game-breaking exploit."

He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes as your hands combed through his hair. "But... thanks. My squishy mage build actually survived. At least I don't have to worry about meeting any more hidden raid bosses."

You smiled down at him, your expression sweet, innocent, and entirely unbothered. You didn't have the heart to tell him that your uncle was the God of the Sea, your aunt was the Goddess of Agriculture, and the family reunion next spring was mandatory.

'One expansion pack at a time, Idia,' you thought.' One expansion pack at a time.'

​A soft whirring sound echoed through the room, and Ortho floated down from the upper rafters, his thrusters humming a cheerful tune. His eyes whirled with bright, curious pixels as he landed right in front of you.

​"Hi, (Name)!" Ortho beamed, his metallic face plates shifting into a wide grin. "My deep-scan diagnostics indicate that dinner was a 98.7% success! Brother’s vital signs peaked twice during the conversation, but his panic levels never reached the 'imminent fainting' threshold. You handled Mother and Father flawlessly!"

​"Thanks, Ortho," you said, reaching out to high-five the younger Shroud brother. "It’s all about framing. Your parents like optimization, my dad likes efficiency. They speak the same language, honestly."

​Ortho tilted his head, his optic lenses clicking as they zoomed in on your face. "Speaking of your father... I intercepted the structural data logs from Brother's tablet after his sudden excursion last week. The code patch he wrote was designed to bridge a gap between a modern S.T.Y.X. OS and a localized network labeled 'THE_UNDERWORLD_MAIN_FRAME'."

​From the corner of the room, Idia let out a horrified, strangled shriek. "ORTHO! DELETE THAT DATA CACHE IMMEDIATELY! SECURE WIPEOUT PROTOCOL ALPHA, DO NOT READ THE FILE PATHS!"

​Ortho giggled, a bright, synthesized sound, completely ignoring his older brother's frantic flailing. "Don't worry, Brother, I didn't share it with Mother or Father. But my background algorithms ran a cross-reference search on the magical density signatures recorded by your tablet's ambient sensors during that visit."

​The little robot floated a bit closer to you, his chest monitor flickering with a playful, neon-green smiley face. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that easily carried across the quiet room.

​"According to my calculations, the probability that your father is the mythological entity known as Lord Hades is 99.9%. Which means..." Ortho gasped, his digital eyes expanding into sparkling stars. "I have a chthonic deity for a sibling-in-law! That gives me a 50% stat boost to my mystical lore database! If we go to your house for holidays, do you think your dad would let me scan the River Styx? I want to see if the density of lost souls can be harnessed to power my mega-thrusters!"

​"ORTHO, YOU CAN'T ASK A GOD OF THE DEAD TO USE THE DAMNED AS A BIO-FUEL SOURCE!" Idia wailed, pulling his hair down over his face. "We are going to get smited! We are actively speedrunning a divine execution!"

​"I think he'd actually love that, Ortho," you winked, giving the little robot a pat on his shiny metal head. "He’s always complaining about soul-density management. If you can clear out some space and turn it into clean energy, he’ll probably give you a corporate promotion."

​"Yay!" Ortho cheered, doing a backflip in mid-air. "Proactive environmental optimization! I'll start drafting the blueprint proposals for our next family gathering!"

❝ Thank you for reading this lovelies! ❞

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@echoofwinter

@theflatdoorkicker

He will constantly pull you into his orbit. He’ll make you sit on the throne right beside him, completely disregarding protocol. He courts you by showing you his world, treating you as his absolute equal because, in his mind, only the best belongs by the side of the King.

He is incredibly touchy/clingy. He will trace your palms, lean in close to whisper teasing remarks, and guide you by the waist. He captures your heart by making you feel like the center of the universe—not just his empire, but the entire universe.

Jealous? Possessive? Or none of the above?

Is he the type to get jealous? Yes, but not in a insecure way.

Qin Shi Huang's ego is monumental. And rightfully so! He is THE Emperor, the King of All Beginnings, the first person to unify all of China-I gotta shut up I'm glazing him too much

He genuinely believes that he is the ultimate man, so he doesn't worry about you leaving him for someone "better" (because to him, no one is better). However, he is highly possessive. 

After all: Everything under heaven belongs to the King (you can interpret this in another way).

If another man tries to flirt with you, Qin won't get flustered or angry. Instead, he will slide an arm around your waist, flash a blinding, smug smile at the offender, and declare your status right there. He will utterly humiliate the other guy just by existing and asserting his absolute ownership. You are his queen; anyone else even looking too long is stepping on royal territory.

Curvy vs Thinner? 

Qin is a man who loves life, luxury, and beauty in all its forms. He doesn't have a rigid physical "type".

Whether a woman is on the thinner side or beautifully curvy, Qin appreciates both. However, given his historical context as an ancient Chinese emperor—where wealth, health, and abundance were celebrated—and his own indulgence in the finer things, he would absolutely adore a curvy woman me too bro, me too.

Fierce like a Dragon or Gentle like a Qilin? 

He loves comfort, softness, and holding onto his partner. But truly, his real attraction is energetic.

He loves a woman with a backbone, but he is incredibly weak for a woman who relies on him.

If you can defend yourself, he will stand back, smirk, and cheer you on ("Hao!"). He loves a fierce companion.

However, if you are shy and hide behind him, his protective instincts will skyrocket. Because of his past with Chunyan (his foster mother who protected him at the cost of her life), Qin has a deep-seated desire to be the one who shields those he loves. Having you trust him entirely to protect you feeds his soul.

How does he handle insecurity? 

Qin’s unique trait is his Mirror-Touch Synesthesia—he literally feels the physical pain of others when he sees them hurt. Because of this, he is hyper-tuned to your emotional shifts. 

If you feel insecure about your body, you cannot hide it from him. The moment he senses your distress, he will shut it down immediately. He will strip off his blindfold, look you dead in the eyes, and trace every single part of you that you dislike. He will tell you, with absolute kingly authority, that your flaws do not exist in his eyes.

If the King deems you perfect, then you are perfect—end of discussion.

Well what if you're insecure about the fact that he has so many admirers?

Qin has millions of fans and a historical palace full of history, but he would find this insecurity almost endearing. He would laugh his loud, boisterous laugh, pull you into his lap, and say:

"Let them look. Let them envy you. Thousands may look at the King, but the King only looks at you."

He will make sure his devotion is so loud and public that no admirer could ever make you doubt your place.

What kind of father would he be? 

Qin would be a doting, fiercely protective, and slightly chaotic father.

Because he grew up hated, abused, and abandoned in Zhao before Chun Yan saved him, Qin would vow to give his children the absolute opposite childhood.

He would be the type to let his kids ride on his shoulders while he walks through the palace, completely ruining his royal dignity. He would spoil them rotten with toys, sweets, and affection.

He'd spoil them so much to the point you'd have to step in.

He would pass down Chunyan’s martial arts and life lessons. He would teach his children to stand tall and never let anyone break their pride.

If anyone—god or human—ever dared to threaten his child, Qin's playful demeanor would vanish instantly. He would become the terrifying, brutal Emperor who united China, ready to tear down heaven itself to keep his family safe.

He doesn't do a slow, methodical investigation. He uses his Anemo vision to take to the skies, scanning the area from above and moving like a localized hurricane. Anyone remotely associated with your disappearance won't even get a chance to bargain; he will drop out of the sky, squeeze them for information with brutal efficiency, and leave them in the dust. He doesn't care about "rules" or "mercy"— he's sure Nahida would understand.

He just wants you back before his worst fears come true again.

When you're finally safe, do not expect a tearful, running hug. Instead, expect a harsh scolding that sounds aggressive but is actually masking how badly his hands are shaking.

"Are you completely brainless? I leave you alone for five minutes and you manage to get yourself swiped by common trash? Do you have a mutual agreement with trouble, or are you just trying to see how fast you can give me a headache?" 

He will check you over with rough, frantic movements—grabbing your wrists or cupping your face a bit too hard just to prove to himself that you're tangible and warm. Once he knows you're physically fine, the emotional walls go right back up.

He might refuse to leave your side for WEEKS, sitting silently in the corner of the room, pretending to read or stare out the window while secretly tracking your every breath. If you call him out on his overprotectiveness, he'll scoff and claim he's just "making sure he doesn't have to waste time rescuing you a second time."

Lies. Both you and him know that. But for the sake of his pride, you won't say a thing... Maybe you'll throw in a smug look or a knowing stare, but that's it! Not a peep from you!!

Childe

May the Archons and Celestia themselves have mercy on the poor souls who dare to kidnap you because Childe won't be forgiving.

Childe’s usual playful, cheerful demeanor vanishes instantly. If you are taken, you are no longer dealing with the friendly Fatui diplomat—you are dealing with the Vanguard of the Tsaritsa, a weapon forged in the Abyss.

He doesn't play around, not if your safety is on the line.

He treats the search like a high-stakes hunt. Childe utilizes the entire local Fatui intelligence network, mobilizing agents to lock down every exit from the city or region within an hour. When he locates the kidnappers, he doesn't just rescue you; he makes an absolute exhibition of it.

He wants the people who took you to realize exactly whose territory they stepped into. He will deliberately walk through the front door, summoning his Hydro blades with a dead, hollow smile. The rescue is loud, messy, and utterly terrifying for anyone standing between him and you.

The second the threat is neutralized, his terrifying aura evaporates, switching back to his doting, affectionate self so fast it’ll give you whiplash. He will scoop you up into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder, refusing to let your feet touch the ground.

"Hey, hey... look at me, you're okay. I've got you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there sooner, жизнь моя. I promise you, those guys won't ever be bothering anyone again."

In the days that follow, Childe handles his lingering anxiety by spoiling you rotten.

You can insist that he doesn't need to but Childe won't listen, even if you use his real name, Ajax, he'll still go on that damn shopping spree for you.

He'll literally plug his ears and go 'lalalalala' before dragging you to a jewelry store and splurge.

He will buy you anything you look at for more than two seconds, cook your favorite meals, and constantly hold your hand or drape an arm around your waist. 

"Ajax, please, I know that you feel bad but I'm so tired of walking around just shopping! Just give my feet a break... Aren't you tired?"

"Your feet are aching? Hm... Perhaps we can just call the stylists over to our mansion and have you pick at their catalogue!" 

"Ajax!"

"Fine, fine, whatever жизнь моя wants."

Rich people problems I can only hope to have.

He channels his darker, protective instincts into making sure you feel entirely safe and comfortable, but his eyes will still cut sharp glances toward the door at every unfamiliar sound.

If you do accept his suggestion, he'd be delighted! Now, the threat of you being taken away by his/the Fatui's enemies is lessened. However, if you do refuse, Childe supposes he'll just have to train harder so that he can protect you. 

He might even playfully suggest training you in basic self-defense, entirely because the thought of you being defenseless again makes his blood run cold.