#f anon

You bowed politely at the Fatui operatives keeping watch just inside the Northland Bank. Since Childe had left on his weeks long mission, you made a point to check in every few days to see if any news of his return. Of course, they would only tell you enough information to satisfy you since sharing anything beyond that would be a breach of confidentiality and could potentially put him at risk. You weren’t upset by their rules; it was important that he returned safely, even if all the information you got from them was, “operative is alive.” 

With a sigh, you pushed the door open but was startled when it was easier than normal. Stumbling forward, you nearly collided into the last person you expected to see. 

“S-Sir Pantalone,” you stuttered and made room for him to enter. It wasn’t the first time you’d met him, nor the last, but every time he entered the room the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and not in a comforting way. 

“Why hello. If it isn’t y/n,” his silver, silky tone made you squirm but you held steady. It was better to not let him know how uneasy he made you. “Have you graced the Northland Bank for any particular reason?” 

“N-not really. Just waiting to hear about Ajax.” 

“Ah yes, our young harbinger, Tartaglia. I have heard he is due to return soon.” 

“Really!” Your excitement didn’t go unnoticed by the Ninth Harbinger, and though your joy wasn’t directed at him, he grew pleased by the reaction his news gave you. You moved toward the door, but Pantelone stepped in front of you. The backdrop of Liyue’s largest city seemed to shrink behind him as he stood between you and freedom.

It was never enjoyable to meet another Harbinger, but even less so when you didn’t have the authority or standing that came when standing next to Childe.

“Off so soon?” 

“I have some things to attend to, if you don’t mind.” 

“Shall I go with you? It wouldn’t be proper of me to allow one of our own wander about without some sort of security.” 

His words were so pleasant, kind. The closed eyed smile drew you in like a colorful or brightly distracting lure, but you knew not to trust him. To owe Pantalone anything, even the smallest of things, was to give him power over you, and that was as dangerous as trusting a rabid wolf not to bite you.

“I appreciate your concern, sir, but I’m perfectly find to go on my own.” 

“Is that so?” He gazed at you, his façade slipping the more you denied him. “As expected from the 11th’s spouse.” His tone grew harsher at the word ‘spouse,’ almost like it was distasteful for him to say. 

You swallowed, heart beating uneasy as you stood there. All you wanted to do was get away from those piercing eyes, “Now, if you’ll --” 

“Hey, hey, what’s the hold up?” A familiar voice shattered the tension that had been building in the doorway. You hadn’t realized how tense you shoulders had gotten or how difficult it was to breathe until you spied the top of the red-head just beyond your human barrier. 

“Ajax!” You called out and, without a fuss, Pantalone stepped aside so you could make your way toward him. Childe’s face lit up at your presence. As per custom, he lifted you into a deep hug that seemed to irritate the other Harbinger the longer it went on. “I missed you,” you whispered into his hair, fingers digging into this clothes, nose picking up the traces of all the places he’d been. 

“Me too,” he said quietly before placing you back on the ground and looking you over. It made your skin grow warm but he knew that. “So -” 

“So,” Pantalone interrupted, his face returning to the statuesque pleasantness he always wore, “I expect you have some business with the bank?” 

“I do.” Childe replied curtly and subconsciously moved in front of you. It seemed he too wasn’t fond of this interaction. “There are a few loose ends to tie up, but I can drop by later to -” 

“That’s fine,” he said dismissively with a wave of his hand, “it’ll all get sorted out in the end.” He turned and headed into the bank and as soon as the doors closed you finally took a breath. 

Childe was tense but the moment you placed your hand against his back he relaxed, faced you, and practically smothered you in kisses. 

“Welcome back, husband,” you cooed, relieved to be out of that situation and to finally have him back in your arms. 

“I’m back,” he replied before taking your hand in his, pressing a quick kiss to the edge of your arm, and leading you far away from the bank. 

--

The next few days were draining on Childe. It was strange that there was suddenly so much paperwork and overhead to deal with when normally one of the bank attendants took care of the requisition and reimbursement forms. When Childe asked about the change in policy, the attendants became uncomfortably nervous before making some excuse and practically running away from him. 

It was then that he knew, and then that he made a request of his most trusted operatives to ensure you were never in need of visiting the Northland Bank again. 

Tall werewolf man,, tall very clueless werewolf man-

Has no idea how to do a lot of domestic shit, mostly because Sarv did those most of the time

Having said that, it means you'll have to teach him-

Doesn't know how to clean, so expect him to stumble around with a broom in hand and occasionally poke things with it-

Gets startled by certain kitchen appliances, so he will bark at them

Just imagine cooking and turning on a blender before Ruv just runs into the kitchen and starts barking-

He likes to hover by you throughout the house, occasionally giving you pats out of nowhere

Once he learns to do certain household chores, he'll probably do them when you're sleeping and just sit there with a proud look as you tell him he did a good job

Granted he might mess certain things up, but he's fine if you fix it. He's very aware of his cluelessness after all-