Couldnât quite find the right prompt game that I wanted, so I compiled my own. Pick one from each category, and send in an ask! Feel free to be a little more specific or leave as is. Itâs not perfect, but there are a lot of possible combinations :)
Setting/AU:
After a near-death experience
At a tavern/barÂ
Canon Divergence
Cooking together
Cuddling
Dark Side
Deleted Scene
Domestic
Game Night
Playing 20 Questions
Recovering from an illness/injury
Stranded
Stuck Indoors
Training turned Tension
Transported
Trust Issues
Unexpected Quest
Watching something together
What-if
Alchemy AU
Angel/Demon AU
Apocalypse AU
Bartender AU
Bodyguard AU
Bookstore AU
Bounty Hunter AU
Business AU
Camping AU
Celebrity AU
Coffee Shop AU
Crime AU
Dog Walker AU
Fairy Tale AU
Flower shop AU
Hogwarts AU
Hospital AU
Journalist AU
Law Enforcement/Military AU
Library AU
Medieval AU
Mythology AUÂ
Neighbors AU
Pacific Rim AU
Photographer AU
Pirate AU
Roadtrip AU
Rockstar AU
Roommates AU
Royalty AU
Soulmates AU
Space AU
Spy AU
Superhero/Supervillain AU
Tattoo Parlor AU
Travel AU
Treasure Hunter AU
Vampire AU
Victorian AU
Western AU
Zombie AU
Your Choice, make one up!
Trope:
a. 5 Times + 1
b. A Big Damn Kiss
c. A Little Kiss
d. Amnesia
e. Blind Date
f. Darkfic
g. Drunk Confession
h. Enemies to Lovers
i. Fake Relationship
j. First Kiss
k. Fix-It
l. Hurt/ComfortÂ
m. It was just supposed to be a one time thing!
n. Matchmaker
o. Misunderstanding
p. Meet Cute
q. Meet Messy
r. Mutual Pining
s. Nightmares
t. Secret Relationship
u. Sharing a Bed
v. Strangers to Lovers
w. Texting
x. Wrong Number
y. Your Choice
Sentence:Â
âDo you want me to leave?â
âDo you need help?â
âWhat did you say?â
âIâm not jealous.â
âYou did WHAT?âÂ
âQuit whining.â
âWhy are you so annoying?â
âI might have had a few shots.â
âDonât tempt me.â
âI hate you.â
âNo no no no no.â
âJust shut up already.â
âI canât believe you dragged me into this.â
âIâm going to take care of you, okay?â
âMake me.â
âKiss my ass.â
âWhat are you doing up?â
âYou have the emotional capacity of a brick.â
âFuck.â
âCan you hold still.â
âJust admit youâre wrong.â
âIâm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.âÂ
âThatâs irrational.â
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.â
 âSorry, your good looks are really distracting.â
âI donât hate you. I just donât like that you exist.â
âDo things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.â
âCan I touch your boob?â
âItâs not that youâre wrong, exactly, youâre just extremely not right.â
âNo, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.â
âI can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, Iâm totally flexible.â
âI donât think Iâve ever played spin the bottle.âÂ
âSorry! I didnât mean to touch your butt.âÂ
âIs that blood?â
âItâs a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.â
âYouâre like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me?â
âI recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid decision I have elected to ignore it.âÂ
âDo not tell anyone you saw this.â
âI know a shortcut.â
âYou didnât have to do this, you know.â
âOh god.â
âIâm gonna lay down and die for like a half hour okay?â  Â
âYou know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.â
âI platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.â
"Iâm a little concerned for your health.â
âGet out of the way before I murder you.â
âPlease put me down itâs just a sprained ankle.âÂ
âYou need to stop leaving dead bodies lying around.â
âCan I kiss you?â
âK.â
âPlay along.â
âYou have you cold. You arenât dying.â
"Kiss me while everyoneâs looking.â
âIâm like 75% certain this wonât explode on us.â
BASED ON A TRUE STORY is a series of fics inspired by actual experiences of mine and others. Sometimes the ending changes, sometimes it doesnât. Some of these fics will have multiple ending options, some of them wonât. This is to celebrate my most recent milestone, so thank you everyone and I hope you enjoy! I tried to do a wide variety of popular characters so that everyone could vibe but I only have so many stories to tell. So itâs three characters per fandom I write for. Â
[KUROO TETSURO]
THE WEEK IN CALIFORNIA
Befriending Kuroo Tetsuro had been an accident, and ending up on the same trip to California with him had been a coincidence. Hopefully a happy one seeing as Y/N had been in love with him since their first year at Nekoma.
[SUGAWARA KOUSHI]
THREE TIMES HE ASKED YOU OUT THE ONE TIME YOU SAID YES
No matter how many times he asks Y/N out, Y/N never seems to understand heâs very serious about his request or asking as something more than friends. Until one day, she agrees.
[TSUKISHIMA KEI]
TIK TOK TELLS
Itâs 3:03AM exactly when Y/N sees the tik tok, itâs meant to tell people signs that boys like them. One of them happened to be when a boy gives you his jacket, and for some reason Y/N thinks back to the time Tsukishima Kei relentlessly offered his jacket to her on a cold dayâ and sheâd rejected his offer repetitively.Â
[ENDING 1] âââ [ENDING 2]
[SHOUTO TODOROKI]
THE TIME YOUR DAD PUT A HIT OUT ON ME
So... Endeavor really didnât approve.
[SHINSOU HITOSHI]
BLACK COFFEE
Everyday without fail, the strange purple haired boy enters the bakery at 9AM to purchase a black coffee. And everyday without fail, Y/N convinces their mom to give up her spot at the register just so that she can ring him up herself.Â
[BAKUGOU KATSUKI & SHOUTO TODOROKI]
THE WEDNESDAY EVERYTHING CHANGED
Nobody knew that Y/N L/N and Shouto Todoroki dated, thatâs probably why Bakugou Katsuki ended up confessing about three months after they broke up. Right in front of Shouto.Â
[ENDING 1] âââ [ENDING 2]
[SOKKA]
THE FIRST WEEK
Sokka has only known Y/N for a week but heâs already decided that he likes her quite a bit, only to be friendzoned because this seems pretty impossible to her.Â
[KORRA]
THE WRONG & RIGHT TIME
Korra has no shame telling Y/N on the roof of the Air Temple that she was practically in love with her not to long ago. This is a shame because Y/N didnât feel the same then, but she sure did now.Â
How about 'the moon is beautiful isn't it?' with kazuha?
"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" + Kazuha
Kazuha canât admire the skies the way he used to.Â
Heâs on the run after all, heâs a wanted criminal and given what Beidouâs been saying, soon enough the price on his head will surely rise. Maybe thatâs why he came to visit Y/N, because he knows that the moment heâs witnessed with the resistance things could easily get worse from there. Perhaps this would be the last time they saw one another.
Kazuha hoped it wasnât.Â
He found himself at their door, after having scanned the streets lined in lanterns for any guards to ensure his little rendezvous would go uninterrupted. It is then that Kazuha knocks on the door, and the wind carries the sound of Y/Nâs feet padding down the halls of their home. The one he and Tomo had once spent their weekends in.
A soft smile comes onto his face at the thought, and when Y/N opens the door, his smiles on widens at the look of shock on their face.Â
âKazuha.â They say his name like a secret, one for just the two of them, moving forward to bury themselves in him as they wrap their arms around his neck. Kazuha finds himself doing the same, his head resting in the crook of their neck as he winds his arms around their waist and tugs them closerâ if thatâs even possible.Â
âIâve missed you.â When they pull apart, he allows himself to bring a hand to their face, pushing a stray hair from it, âI thought we could take a walk tonight, just you and me.â Kazuha looks up to the sky, âand the stars, I suppose.âÂ
At this, Y/Nâs eyes flicker down the street, only for Kazuha to gently bring their gaze back to him as he shakes his head. âYouâre sure?âÂ
He nods, and his hand leaves their cheek to instead extend outwards for them to take. Y/N canât help the small laugh that escapes them at the action, heâd always been one for theatrics after all. It was refreshing, to see him again. Though it hadnât been long since theyâd last received a letter from himâ filled with poetry, details of his life, and of course plenty of other honey-coated wordsâ Y/N couldnât help the dread that filled them each time he disappeared.Â
They look back only momentarily, preparing to take a step back to close their door. Only for a sudden gust of wind to blow and shut it for them, simultaneously pushing them forward and into Kazuha. Thereâs a grin on his face when Y/N looks up at him, lightly swatting his shoulder before taking his hand and allowing him to begin to guide them down the street and into a ragged forest path that they hadnât been down since they were young.
âGranting you an Anemo Vision was the worldâs greatest mistake.âÂ
Kazuha raises a brow at this, an amused look on his face, âis that so?â He pulls them further into the forest, the wind around them starting to pick up as the maple leaves he so adored swirled around them. His visionâs glow illuminates the area as the wind dies down, leaves falling all around them. It is then that Y/N can see the edge of the forest, a small clearing just by the cliff.
Y/N simply scoffs at his words, âshow off.â
âOnly for you.â His words are soft, and his attention is entirely on them. Though Y/N seems to be far more taken with the scenery, eyes focused on the moon that shines above them.Â
He wonders if maybe heâll die tomorrow, when he, Beidou and the rest of her crew storm the front lines of Inazumaâs civil war. Would it be cruel to tell them of the feelings that have brewed in his heart for years, just before he leaves come the next morning? Would it be selfish? Or would it put their mind at ease, finally knowing the one secret heâs managed to keep from them?
âStop thinking so much.â Y/N mumbles, thumb rubbing circles into his hand. Though their eyes remain on the scene before them as they add, âweâre supposed to be catching up, having fun, before you go off and risk your life for this stupid nation.â They shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over them, and Kazuha finds himself wanting to pull them close, to hold them and never let go.
Instead, he simply says, âthe moon is beautiful, isnât it?âÂ
Their eyes flicker open at his words, mouth gaping open as they whip their head over to him. Blinking once, twice, before they allow a small laugh to escape from their lips.Â
How about 'the moon is beautiful isn't it?' with kazuha?
"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" + Kazuha
Kazuha canât admire the skies the way he used to.Â
Heâs on the run after all, heâs a wanted criminal and given what Beidouâs been saying, soon enough the price on his head will surely rise. Maybe thatâs why he came to visit Y/N, because he knows that the moment heâs witnessed with the resistance things could easily get worse from there. Perhaps this would be the last time they saw one another.
Kazuha hoped it wasnât.Â
He found himself at their door, after having scanned the streets lined in lanterns for any guards to ensure his little rendezvous would go uninterrupted. It is then that Kazuha knocks on the door, and the wind carries the sound of Y/Nâs feet padding down the halls of their home. The one he and Tomo had once spent their weekends in.
A soft smile comes onto his face at the thought, and when Y/N opens the door, his smiles on widens at the look of shock on their face.Â
âKazuha.â They say his name like a secret, one for just the two of them, moving forward to bury themselves in him as they wrap their arms around his neck. Kazuha finds himself doing the same, his head resting in the crook of their neck as he winds his arms around their waist and tugs them closerâ if thatâs even possible.Â
âIâve missed you.â When they pull apart, he allows himself to bring a hand to their face, pushing a stray hair from it, âI thought we could take a walk tonight, just you and me.â Kazuha looks up to the sky, âand the stars, I suppose.âÂ
At this, Y/Nâs eyes flicker down the street, only for Kazuha to gently bring their gaze back to him as he shakes his head. âYouâre sure?âÂ
He nods, and his hand leaves their cheek to instead extend outwards for them to take. Y/N canât help the small laugh that escapes them at the action, heâd always been one for theatrics after all. It was refreshing, to see him again. Though it hadnât been long since theyâd last received a letter from himâ filled with poetry, details of his life, and of course plenty of other honey-coated wordsâ Y/N couldnât help the dread that filled them each time he disappeared.Â
They look back only momentarily, preparing to take a step back to close their door. Only for a sudden gust of wind to blow and shut it for them, simultaneously pushing them forward and into Kazuha. Thereâs a grin on his face when Y/N looks up at him, lightly swatting his shoulder before taking his hand and allowing him to begin to guide them down the street and into a ragged forest path that they hadnât been down since they were young.
âGranting you an Anemo Vision was the worldâs greatest mistake.âÂ
Kazuha raises a brow at this, an amused look on his face, âis that so?â He pulls them further into the forest, the wind around them starting to pick up as the maple leaves he so adored swirled around them. His visionâs glow illuminates the area as the wind dies down, leaves falling all around them. It is then that Y/N can see the edge of the forest, a small clearing just by the cliff.
Y/N simply scoffs at his words, âshow off.â
âOnly for you.â His words are soft, and his attention is entirely on them. Though Y/N seems to be far more taken with the scenery, eyes focused on the moon that shines above them.Â
He wonders if maybe heâll die tomorrow, when he, Beidou and the rest of her crew storm the front lines of Inazumaâs civil war. Would it be cruel to tell them of the feelings that have brewed in his heart for years, just before he leaves come the next morning? Would it be selfish? Or would it put their mind at ease, finally knowing the one secret heâs managed to keep from them?
âStop thinking so much.â Y/N mumbles, thumb rubbing circles into his hand. Though their eyes remain on the scene before them as they add, âweâre supposed to be catching up, having fun, before you go off and risk your life for this stupid nation.â They shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over them, and Kazuha finds himself wanting to pull them close, to hold them and never let go.
Instead, he simply says, âthe moon is beautiful, isnât it?âÂ
Their eyes flicker open at his words, mouth gaping open as they whip their head over to him. Blinking once, twice, before they allow a small laugh to escape from their lips.Â
How about 'the moon is beautiful isn't it?' with kazuha?
"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" + Kazuha
Kazuha canât admire the skies the way he used to.Â
Heâs on the run after all, heâs a wanted criminal and given what Beidouâs been saying, soon enough the price on his head will surely rise. Maybe thatâs why he came to visit Y/N, because he knows that the moment heâs witnessed with the resistance things could easily get worse from there. Perhaps this would be the last time they saw one another.
Kazuha hoped it wasnât.Â
He found himself at their door, after having scanned the streets lined in lanterns for any guards to ensure his little rendezvous would go uninterrupted. It is then that Kazuha knocks on the door, and the wind carries the sound of Y/Nâs feet padding down the halls of their home. The one he and Tomo had once spent their weekends in.
A soft smile comes onto his face at the thought, and when Y/N opens the door, his smiles on widens at the look of shock on their face.Â
âKazuha.â They say his name like a secret, one for just the two of them, moving forward to bury themselves in him as they wrap their arms around his neck. Kazuha finds himself doing the same, his head resting in the crook of their neck as he winds his arms around their waist and tugs them closerâ if thatâs even possible.Â
âIâve missed you.â When they pull apart, he allows himself to bring a hand to their face, pushing a stray hair from it, âI thought we could take a walk tonight, just you and me.â Kazuha looks up to the sky, âand the stars, I suppose.âÂ
At this, Y/Nâs eyes flicker down the street, only for Kazuha to gently bring their gaze back to him as he shakes his head. âYouâre sure?âÂ
He nods, and his hand leaves their cheek to instead extend outwards for them to take. Y/N canât help the small laugh that escapes them at the action, heâd always been one for theatrics after all. It was refreshing, to see him again. Though it hadnât been long since theyâd last received a letter from himâ filled with poetry, details of his life, and of course plenty of other honey-coated wordsâ Y/N couldnât help the dread that filled them each time he disappeared.Â
They look back only momentarily, preparing to take a step back to close their door. Only for a sudden gust of wind to blow and shut it for them, simultaneously pushing them forward and into Kazuha. Thereâs a grin on his face when Y/N looks up at him, lightly swatting his shoulder before taking his hand and allowing him to begin to guide them down the street and into a ragged forest path that they hadnât been down since they were young.
âGranting you an Anemo Vision was the worldâs greatest mistake.âÂ
Kazuha raises a brow at this, an amused look on his face, âis that so?â He pulls them further into the forest, the wind around them starting to pick up as the maple leaves he so adored swirled around them. His visionâs glow illuminates the area as the wind dies down, leaves falling all around them. It is then that Y/N can see the edge of the forest, a small clearing just by the cliff.
Y/N simply scoffs at his words, âshow off.â
âOnly for you.â His words are soft, and his attention is entirely on them. Though Y/N seems to be far more taken with the scenery, eyes focused on the moon that shines above them.Â
He wonders if maybe heâll die tomorrow, when he, Beidou and the rest of her crew storm the front lines of Inazumaâs civil war. Would it be cruel to tell them of the feelings that have brewed in his heart for years, just before he leaves come the next morning? Would it be selfish? Or would it put their mind at ease, finally knowing the one secret heâs managed to keep from them?
âStop thinking so much.â Y/N mumbles, thumb rubbing circles into his hand. Though their eyes remain on the scene before them as they add, âweâre supposed to be catching up, having fun, before you go off and risk your life for this stupid nation.â They shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over them, and Kazuha finds himself wanting to pull them close, to hold them and never let go.
Instead, he simply says, âthe moon is beautiful, isnât it?âÂ
Their eyes flicker open at his words, mouth gaping open as they whip their head over to him. Blinking once, twice, before they allow a small laugh to escape from their lips.Â
How about 'the moon is beautiful isn't it?' with kazuha?
"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" + Kazuha
Kazuha canât admire the skies the way he used to.Â
Heâs on the run after all, heâs a wanted criminal and given what Beidouâs been saying, soon enough the price on his head will surely rise. Maybe thatâs why he came to visit Y/N, because he knows that the moment heâs witnessed with the resistance things could easily get worse from there. Perhaps this would be the last time they saw one another.
Kazuha hoped it wasnât.Â
He found himself at their door, after having scanned the streets lined in lanterns for any guards to ensure his little rendezvous would go uninterrupted. It is then that Kazuha knocks on the door, and the wind carries the sound of Y/Nâs feet padding down the halls of their home. The one he and Tomo had once spent their weekends in.
A soft smile comes onto his face at the thought, and when Y/N opens the door, his smiles on widens at the look of shock on their face.Â
âKazuha.â They say his name like a secret, one for just the two of them, moving forward to bury themselves in him as they wrap their arms around his neck. Kazuha finds himself doing the same, his head resting in the crook of their neck as he winds his arms around their waist and tugs them closerâ if thatâs even possible.Â
âIâve missed you.â When they pull apart, he allows himself to bring a hand to their face, pushing a stray hair from it, âI thought we could take a walk tonight, just you and me.â Kazuha looks up to the sky, âand the stars, I suppose.âÂ
At this, Y/Nâs eyes flicker down the street, only for Kazuha to gently bring their gaze back to him as he shakes his head. âYouâre sure?âÂ
He nods, and his hand leaves their cheek to instead extend outwards for them to take. Y/N canât help the small laugh that escapes them at the action, heâd always been one for theatrics after all. It was refreshing, to see him again. Though it hadnât been long since theyâd last received a letter from himâ filled with poetry, details of his life, and of course plenty of other honey-coated wordsâ Y/N couldnât help the dread that filled them each time he disappeared.Â
They look back only momentarily, preparing to take a step back to close their door. Only for a sudden gust of wind to blow and shut it for them, simultaneously pushing them forward and into Kazuha. Thereâs a grin on his face when Y/N looks up at him, lightly swatting his shoulder before taking his hand and allowing him to begin to guide them down the street and into a ragged forest path that they hadnât been down since they were young.
âGranting you an Anemo Vision was the worldâs greatest mistake.âÂ
Kazuha raises a brow at this, an amused look on his face, âis that so?â He pulls them further into the forest, the wind around them starting to pick up as the maple leaves he so adored swirled around them. His visionâs glow illuminates the area as the wind dies down, leaves falling all around them. It is then that Y/N can see the edge of the forest, a small clearing just by the cliff.
Y/N simply scoffs at his words, âshow off.â
âOnly for you.â His words are soft, and his attention is entirely on them. Though Y/N seems to be far more taken with the scenery, eyes focused on the moon that shines above them.Â
He wonders if maybe heâll die tomorrow, when he, Beidou and the rest of her crew storm the front lines of Inazumaâs civil war. Would it be cruel to tell them of the feelings that have brewed in his heart for years, just before he leaves come the next morning? Would it be selfish? Or would it put their mind at ease, finally knowing the one secret heâs managed to keep from them?
âStop thinking so much.â Y/N mumbles, thumb rubbing circles into his hand. Though their eyes remain on the scene before them as they add, âweâre supposed to be catching up, having fun, before you go off and risk your life for this stupid nation.â They shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over them, and Kazuha finds himself wanting to pull them close, to hold them and never let go.
Instead, he simply says, âthe moon is beautiful, isnât it?âÂ
Their eyes flicker open at his words, mouth gaping open as they whip their head over to him. Blinking once, twice, before they allow a small laugh to escape from their lips.Â
How about 'the moon is beautiful isn't it?' with kazuha?
"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" + Kazuha
Kazuha canât admire the skies the way he used to.Â
Heâs on the run after all, heâs a wanted criminal and given what Beidouâs been saying, soon enough the price on his head will surely rise. Maybe thatâs why he came to visit Y/N, because he knows that the moment heâs witnessed with the resistance things could easily get worse from there. Perhaps this would be the last time they saw one another.
Kazuha hoped it wasnât.Â
He found himself at their door, after having scanned the streets lined in lanterns for any guards to ensure his little rendezvous would go uninterrupted. It is then that Kazuha knocks on the door, and the wind carries the sound of Y/Nâs feet padding down the halls of their home. The one he and Tomo had once spent their weekends in.
A soft smile comes onto his face at the thought, and when Y/N opens the door, his smiles on widens at the look of shock on their face.Â
âKazuha.â They say his name like a secret, one for just the two of them, moving forward to bury themselves in him as they wrap their arms around his neck. Kazuha finds himself doing the same, his head resting in the crook of their neck as he winds his arms around their waist and tugs them closerâ if thatâs even possible.Â
âIâve missed you.â When they pull apart, he allows himself to bring a hand to their face, pushing a stray hair from it, âI thought we could take a walk tonight, just you and me.â Kazuha looks up to the sky, âand the stars, I suppose.âÂ
At this, Y/Nâs eyes flicker down the street, only for Kazuha to gently bring their gaze back to him as he shakes his head. âYouâre sure?âÂ
He nods, and his hand leaves their cheek to instead extend outwards for them to take. Y/N canât help the small laugh that escapes them at the action, heâd always been one for theatrics after all. It was refreshing, to see him again. Though it hadnât been long since theyâd last received a letter from himâ filled with poetry, details of his life, and of course plenty of other honey-coated wordsâ Y/N couldnât help the dread that filled them each time he disappeared.Â
They look back only momentarily, preparing to take a step back to close their door. Only for a sudden gust of wind to blow and shut it for them, simultaneously pushing them forward and into Kazuha. Thereâs a grin on his face when Y/N looks up at him, lightly swatting his shoulder before taking his hand and allowing him to begin to guide them down the street and into a ragged forest path that they hadnât been down since they were young.
âGranting you an Anemo Vision was the worldâs greatest mistake.âÂ
Kazuha raises a brow at this, an amused look on his face, âis that so?â He pulls them further into the forest, the wind around them starting to pick up as the maple leaves he so adored swirled around them. His visionâs glow illuminates the area as the wind dies down, leaves falling all around them. It is then that Y/N can see the edge of the forest, a small clearing just by the cliff.
Y/N simply scoffs at his words, âshow off.â
âOnly for you.â His words are soft, and his attention is entirely on them. Though Y/N seems to be far more taken with the scenery, eyes focused on the moon that shines above them.Â
He wonders if maybe heâll die tomorrow, when he, Beidou and the rest of her crew storm the front lines of Inazumaâs civil war. Would it be cruel to tell them of the feelings that have brewed in his heart for years, just before he leaves come the next morning? Would it be selfish? Or would it put their mind at ease, finally knowing the one secret heâs managed to keep from them?
âStop thinking so much.â Y/N mumbles, thumb rubbing circles into his hand. Though their eyes remain on the scene before them as they add, âweâre supposed to be catching up, having fun, before you go off and risk your life for this stupid nation.â They shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over them, and Kazuha finds himself wanting to pull them close, to hold them and never let go.
Instead, he simply says, âthe moon is beautiful, isnât it?âÂ
Their eyes flicker open at his words, mouth gaping open as they whip their head over to him. Blinking once, twice, before they allow a small laugh to escape from their lips.Â
Genshin requests you say, how about "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not again" with Tartaglia (in the mood for some good angst thanks TT-TT)
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â + TartagliaÂ
[Spoilers for Liyue Quests, Mentions of violence/blood, Angst]
It was funny, really.Â
When theyâd met, Y/N had been going about their usual day, fixing around their bookstore in Liyue Harbor, doing inventory and such. Childe on the other hand, had been on the run from Milileth who werenât necessarily happy a Fatui Harbringer was among them. And of course, his chosen course of action was to run into the nearest store.
Which happened to be Y/Nâs store.Â
Y/N doesn't have time to react as a man dashes into their store, eyes scanning the room before he decides to jump over the counter they stood behind with the register, offering only a sheepish smile as he ducks underneath it to hide his head. Likely from the frazzled Milileth that entered shortly after."Excuse me!" One called out, while the other surveyed the store skeptically, "have you seen a tall man. Reddish-brown hair, grey clothing."Â
At this moment, Y/N's eyes flicker to the man now seated by their legs, who only meets her gaze with pleading eyes.Â
With a sigh, Y/N looks up to them with a bright smile andâ and albeit fakeâ pensive look, "no, I'm afraid not." The Milileth deflate at this, "though I did see a man running past my store window rather quickly in..." Y/N points towards the pavilion, a large crowd in that area, "that direction."
The pair nods rapidly, thanking them for their time, before dashing out the door and running off in the direction they'd just pointed them in.
Once they were out of sight, Y/N inhales deeply before grabbing the man behind the counter rather aggressively, yanking him upwards and slamming him against the counter with a glare. A nervous laugh escapes him, "thanks for the assistance I'll just beâ"
"You are very lucky I didn't want a fight in my store." They exclaim, shoving a finger against his chest.
This is how Y/N L/N and Tartaglia of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers met. And somehow, Childe found himself entertained by their shamelessness in insulting a Harbringer. It was almost refreshing, a challenge in itâs own right. So, he found himself coming around more and more often. All for a taste of the shopkeeper who never held back.
Though Y/N initially met his constant presence with annoyance, over time they came to appreciate the company of a constant, rich, customer. And of course a good friend. The pair would head out for dinner, theyâd go on walks throughout the city and beyond the borders of into the arid terrain of Liyue. They shared late night conversations shared under the moon and the lanterns that lined the streets, words said only for the two of them to hear.
At some point, their relationship became something more than friendship but less than a romance.Â
He was a Harbringer. Y/N knew that. It was inevitable that heâd hurt them. And yet they couldnât help but stick around. And while Childe swore he would never hurt them, the same didnât go for the rest of the city. He still had a job to do.Â
When Y/N spots Fatui Agents outside their door one morning, they wonder if perhaps Childe has grown tired of them, decided theyâd outlived their use as entertainment or something. As they try to leave their home only to be forced back inside, confusion bombards their mind.Â
Until a god that had long since died rose from the seas and the Liyue Qixing were forced to work alongside the Adepti, all the while Y/N sat, stuck in their home, with the protection of the very Fatui that had brought near-devastation to Liyue.Â
They shouldâve known better, really. They knew his job, they knew that he was in Liyue for some reason, one that likely wouldnât end well for the city. Yet it isnât until destruction rains down upon the land that it truly hits them. The feeling of betrayal, anger, sadness, disappointment. Emotions flood their mind but Y/N canât help the frustration that comes with it. With the fact that they canât truly be mad at Childe, not after everything.Â
And then he enters their home. Covered in blood. Some of it is probably his, but most of it isnât. Thereâs almost an apologetic look on his face. But Childe has few regrets.
âHoney, Iâm home.â He says the words weakly, an attempt at a joke despite the circumstances.
All Y/N can do is stare. Their eyes flicker over his injuries, and if it had been any other day, they wouldâve helped him tend to them, a part of their mind still wants to but they resist that urge. Instead offering the man a steely glare, âwhat the hell?â
He almost winces at the venom in their words, âthatâs quite the greeting.â
âYou sent your stupid lackeys to keep me locked up in my home while you destroyed my city!â Y/N cries out, hands gesturing wildly. âDid you expect a kiss hello after all that?âÂ
Childe huffs, âthis isnât how I wanted things to play out, but I had no other choiceââ
âNo other choice?!â Y/N scoffs at his words, âIâm sure you had plenty of other options. But you just had to pick the most violent one. Didnât you?â
The words are a low blow. They know that. And they can see the way his facade begins to crumble. Itâs not until Childe takes a step forward just for them to take a step back that the hurt on his face truly begins to show. Perhaps they saw him as the monster he was now, perhaps Y/N L/N now feared him.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â Thereâs a pleading look in his eyes, âI promise.â He can only watch in an attempt to gauge their reaction, their reaction to his selfishness. Itâs cruel of him to even insinuate that they would continue to be as they were, friends or lovers or whatever it was that was in between that. But that was in Childeâs nature, selfishness.Â
Y/N only nods slowly, âno. Youâre not.â They inhale deeply, âbecause weâre not gonna see each other again, Tartaglia.â
He didnât really have much of a choice in the matter though.
âGet out.âÂ
And he really shouldnât be shocked. He shouldnât have expected this to end well for him. He shouldâve known better.
Genshin requests you say, how about "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not again" with Tartaglia (in the mood for some good angst thanks TT-TT)
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â + TartagliaÂ
[Spoilers for Liyue Quests, Mentions of violence/blood, Angst]
It was funny, really.Â
When theyâd met, Y/N had been going about their usual day, fixing around their bookstore in Liyue Harbor, doing inventory and such. Childe on the other hand, had been on the run from Milileth who werenât necessarily happy a Fatui Harbringer was among them. And of course, his chosen course of action was to run into the nearest store.
Which happened to be Y/Nâs store.Â
Y/N doesn't have time to react as a man dashes into their store, eyes scanning the room before he decides to jump over the counter they stood behind with the register, offering only a sheepish smile as he ducks underneath it to hide his head. Likely from the frazzled Milileth that entered shortly after."Excuse me!" One called out, while the other surveyed the store skeptically, "have you seen a tall man. Reddish-brown hair, grey clothing."Â
At this moment, Y/N's eyes flicker to the man now seated by their legs, who only meets her gaze with pleading eyes.Â
With a sigh, Y/N looks up to them with a bright smile andâ and albeit fakeâ pensive look, "no, I'm afraid not." The Milileth deflate at this, "though I did see a man running past my store window rather quickly in..." Y/N points towards the pavilion, a large crowd in that area, "that direction."
The pair nods rapidly, thanking them for their time, before dashing out the door and running off in the direction they'd just pointed them in.
Once they were out of sight, Y/N inhales deeply before grabbing the man behind the counter rather aggressively, yanking him upwards and slamming him against the counter with a glare. A nervous laugh escapes him, "thanks for the assistance I'll just beâ"
"You are very lucky I didn't want a fight in my store." They exclaim, shoving a finger against his chest.
This is how Y/N L/N and Tartaglia of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers met. And somehow, Childe found himself entertained by their shamelessness in insulting a Harbringer. It was almost refreshing, a challenge in itâs own right. So, he found himself coming around more and more often. All for a taste of the shopkeeper who never held back.
Though Y/N initially met his constant presence with annoyance, over time they came to appreciate the company of a constant, rich, customer. And of course a good friend. The pair would head out for dinner, theyâd go on walks throughout the city and beyond the borders of into the arid terrain of Liyue. They shared late night conversations shared under the moon and the lanterns that lined the streets, words said only for the two of them to hear.
At some point, their relationship became something more than friendship but less than a romance.Â
He was a Harbringer. Y/N knew that. It was inevitable that heâd hurt them. And yet they couldnât help but stick around. And while Childe swore he would never hurt them, the same didnât go for the rest of the city. He still had a job to do.Â
When Y/N spots Fatui Agents outside their door one morning, they wonder if perhaps Childe has grown tired of them, decided theyâd outlived their use as entertainment or something. As they try to leave their home only to be forced back inside, confusion bombards their mind.Â
Until a god that had long since died rose from the seas and the Liyue Qixing were forced to work alongside the Adepti, all the while Y/N sat, stuck in their home, with the protection of the very Fatui that had brought near-devastation to Liyue.Â
They shouldâve known better, really. They knew his job, they knew that he was in Liyue for some reason, one that likely wouldnât end well for the city. Yet it isnât until destruction rains down upon the land that it truly hits them. The feeling of betrayal, anger, sadness, disappointment. Emotions flood their mind but Y/N canât help the frustration that comes with it. With the fact that they canât truly be mad at Childe, not after everything.Â
And then he enters their home. Covered in blood. Some of it is probably his, but most of it isnât. Thereâs almost an apologetic look on his face. But Childe has few regrets.
âHoney, Iâm home.â He says the words weakly, an attempt at a joke despite the circumstances.
All Y/N can do is stare. Their eyes flicker over his injuries, and if it had been any other day, they wouldâve helped him tend to them, a part of their mind still wants to but they resist that urge. Instead offering the man a steely glare, âwhat the hell?â
He almost winces at the venom in their words, âthatâs quite the greeting.â
âYou sent your stupid lackeys to keep me locked up in my home while you destroyed my city!â Y/N cries out, hands gesturing wildly. âDid you expect a kiss hello after all that?âÂ
Childe huffs, âthis isnât how I wanted things to play out, but I had no other choiceââ
âNo other choice?!â Y/N scoffs at his words, âIâm sure you had plenty of other options. But you just had to pick the most violent one. Didnât you?â
The words are a low blow. They know that. And they can see the way his facade begins to crumble. Itâs not until Childe takes a step forward just for them to take a step back that the hurt on his face truly begins to show. Perhaps they saw him as the monster he was now, perhaps Y/N L/N now feared him.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â Thereâs a pleading look in his eyes, âI promise.â He can only watch in an attempt to gauge their reaction, their reaction to his selfishness. Itâs cruel of him to even insinuate that they would continue to be as they were, friends or lovers or whatever it was that was in between that. But that was in Childeâs nature, selfishness.Â
Y/N only nods slowly, âno. Youâre not.â They inhale deeply, âbecause weâre not gonna see each other again, Tartaglia.â
He didnât really have much of a choice in the matter though.
âGet out.âÂ
And he really shouldnât be shocked. He shouldnât have expected this to end well for him. He shouldâve known better.
Genshin requests you say, how about "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not again" with Tartaglia (in the mood for some good angst thanks TT-TT)
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â + TartagliaÂ
[Spoilers for Liyue Quests, Mentions of violence/blood, Angst]
It was funny, really.Â
When theyâd met, Y/N had been going about their usual day, fixing around their bookstore in Liyue Harbor, doing inventory and such. Childe on the other hand, had been on the run from Milileth who werenât necessarily happy a Fatui Harbringer was among them. And of course, his chosen course of action was to run into the nearest store.
Which happened to be Y/Nâs store.Â
Y/N doesn't have time to react as a man dashes into their store, eyes scanning the room before he decides to jump over the counter they stood behind with the register, offering only a sheepish smile as he ducks underneath it to hide his head. Likely from the frazzled Milileth that entered shortly after."Excuse me!" One called out, while the other surveyed the store skeptically, "have you seen a tall man. Reddish-brown hair, grey clothing."Â
At this moment, Y/N's eyes flicker to the man now seated by their legs, who only meets her gaze with pleading eyes.Â
With a sigh, Y/N looks up to them with a bright smile andâ and albeit fakeâ pensive look, "no, I'm afraid not." The Milileth deflate at this, "though I did see a man running past my store window rather quickly in..." Y/N points towards the pavilion, a large crowd in that area, "that direction."
The pair nods rapidly, thanking them for their time, before dashing out the door and running off in the direction they'd just pointed them in.
Once they were out of sight, Y/N inhales deeply before grabbing the man behind the counter rather aggressively, yanking him upwards and slamming him against the counter with a glare. A nervous laugh escapes him, "thanks for the assistance I'll just beâ"
"You are very lucky I didn't want a fight in my store." They exclaim, shoving a finger against his chest.
This is how Y/N L/N and Tartaglia of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers met. And somehow, Childe found himself entertained by their shamelessness in insulting a Harbringer. It was almost refreshing, a challenge in itâs own right. So, he found himself coming around more and more often. All for a taste of the shopkeeper who never held back.
Though Y/N initially met his constant presence with annoyance, over time they came to appreciate the company of a constant, rich, customer. And of course a good friend. The pair would head out for dinner, theyâd go on walks throughout the city and beyond the borders of into the arid terrain of Liyue. They shared late night conversations shared under the moon and the lanterns that lined the streets, words said only for the two of them to hear.
At some point, their relationship became something more than friendship but less than a romance.Â
He was a Harbringer. Y/N knew that. It was inevitable that heâd hurt them. And yet they couldnât help but stick around. And while Childe swore he would never hurt them, the same didnât go for the rest of the city. He still had a job to do.Â
When Y/N spots Fatui Agents outside their door one morning, they wonder if perhaps Childe has grown tired of them, decided theyâd outlived their use as entertainment or something. As they try to leave their home only to be forced back inside, confusion bombards their mind.Â
Until a god that had long since died rose from the seas and the Liyue Qixing were forced to work alongside the Adepti, all the while Y/N sat, stuck in their home, with the protection of the very Fatui that had brought near-devastation to Liyue.Â
They shouldâve known better, really. They knew his job, they knew that he was in Liyue for some reason, one that likely wouldnât end well for the city. Yet it isnât until destruction rains down upon the land that it truly hits them. The feeling of betrayal, anger, sadness, disappointment. Emotions flood their mind but Y/N canât help the frustration that comes with it. With the fact that they canât truly be mad at Childe, not after everything.Â
And then he enters their home. Covered in blood. Some of it is probably his, but most of it isnât. Thereâs almost an apologetic look on his face. But Childe has few regrets.
âHoney, Iâm home.â He says the words weakly, an attempt at a joke despite the circumstances.
All Y/N can do is stare. Their eyes flicker over his injuries, and if it had been any other day, they wouldâve helped him tend to them, a part of their mind still wants to but they resist that urge. Instead offering the man a steely glare, âwhat the hell?â
He almost winces at the venom in their words, âthatâs quite the greeting.â
âYou sent your stupid lackeys to keep me locked up in my home while you destroyed my city!â Y/N cries out, hands gesturing wildly. âDid you expect a kiss hello after all that?âÂ
Childe huffs, âthis isnât how I wanted things to play out, but I had no other choiceââ
âNo other choice?!â Y/N scoffs at his words, âIâm sure you had plenty of other options. But you just had to pick the most violent one. Didnât you?â
The words are a low blow. They know that. And they can see the way his facade begins to crumble. Itâs not until Childe takes a step forward just for them to take a step back that the hurt on his face truly begins to show. Perhaps they saw him as the monster he was now, perhaps Y/N L/N now feared him.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â Thereâs a pleading look in his eyes, âI promise.â He can only watch in an attempt to gauge their reaction, their reaction to his selfishness. Itâs cruel of him to even insinuate that they would continue to be as they were, friends or lovers or whatever it was that was in between that. But that was in Childeâs nature, selfishness.Â
Y/N only nods slowly, âno. Youâre not.â They inhale deeply, âbecause weâre not gonna see each other again, Tartaglia.â
He didnât really have much of a choice in the matter though.
âGet out.âÂ
And he really shouldnât be shocked. He shouldnât have expected this to end well for him. He shouldâve known better.
Genshin requests you say, how about "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not again" with Tartaglia (in the mood for some good angst thanks TT-TT)
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â + TartagliaÂ
[Spoilers for Liyue Quests, Mentions of violence/blood, Angst]
It was funny, really.Â
When theyâd met, Y/N had been going about their usual day, fixing around their bookstore in Liyue Harbor, doing inventory and such. Childe on the other hand, had been on the run from Milileth who werenât necessarily happy a Fatui Harbringer was among them. And of course, his chosen course of action was to run into the nearest store.
Which happened to be Y/Nâs store.Â
Y/N doesn't have time to react as a man dashes into their store, eyes scanning the room before he decides to jump over the counter they stood behind with the register, offering only a sheepish smile as he ducks underneath it to hide his head. Likely from the frazzled Milileth that entered shortly after."Excuse me!" One called out, while the other surveyed the store skeptically, "have you seen a tall man. Reddish-brown hair, grey clothing."Â
At this moment, Y/N's eyes flicker to the man now seated by their legs, who only meets her gaze with pleading eyes.Â
With a sigh, Y/N looks up to them with a bright smile andâ and albeit fakeâ pensive look, "no, I'm afraid not." The Milileth deflate at this, "though I did see a man running past my store window rather quickly in..." Y/N points towards the pavilion, a large crowd in that area, "that direction."
The pair nods rapidly, thanking them for their time, before dashing out the door and running off in the direction they'd just pointed them in.
Once they were out of sight, Y/N inhales deeply before grabbing the man behind the counter rather aggressively, yanking him upwards and slamming him against the counter with a glare. A nervous laugh escapes him, "thanks for the assistance I'll just beâ"
"You are very lucky I didn't want a fight in my store." They exclaim, shoving a finger against his chest.
This is how Y/N L/N and Tartaglia of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers met. And somehow, Childe found himself entertained by their shamelessness in insulting a Harbringer. It was almost refreshing, a challenge in itâs own right. So, he found himself coming around more and more often. All for a taste of the shopkeeper who never held back.
Though Y/N initially met his constant presence with annoyance, over time they came to appreciate the company of a constant, rich, customer. And of course a good friend. The pair would head out for dinner, theyâd go on walks throughout the city and beyond the borders of into the arid terrain of Liyue. They shared late night conversations shared under the moon and the lanterns that lined the streets, words said only for the two of them to hear.
At some point, their relationship became something more than friendship but less than a romance.Â
He was a Harbringer. Y/N knew that. It was inevitable that heâd hurt them. And yet they couldnât help but stick around. And while Childe swore he would never hurt them, the same didnât go for the rest of the city. He still had a job to do.Â
When Y/N spots Fatui Agents outside their door one morning, they wonder if perhaps Childe has grown tired of them, decided theyâd outlived their use as entertainment or something. As they try to leave their home only to be forced back inside, confusion bombards their mind.Â
Until a god that had long since died rose from the seas and the Liyue Qixing were forced to work alongside the Adepti, all the while Y/N sat, stuck in their home, with the protection of the very Fatui that had brought near-devastation to Liyue.Â
They shouldâve known better, really. They knew his job, they knew that he was in Liyue for some reason, one that likely wouldnât end well for the city. Yet it isnât until destruction rains down upon the land that it truly hits them. The feeling of betrayal, anger, sadness, disappointment. Emotions flood their mind but Y/N canât help the frustration that comes with it. With the fact that they canât truly be mad at Childe, not after everything.Â
And then he enters their home. Covered in blood. Some of it is probably his, but most of it isnât. Thereâs almost an apologetic look on his face. But Childe has few regrets.
âHoney, Iâm home.â He says the words weakly, an attempt at a joke despite the circumstances.
All Y/N can do is stare. Their eyes flicker over his injuries, and if it had been any other day, they wouldâve helped him tend to them, a part of their mind still wants to but they resist that urge. Instead offering the man a steely glare, âwhat the hell?â
He almost winces at the venom in their words, âthatâs quite the greeting.â
âYou sent your stupid lackeys to keep me locked up in my home while you destroyed my city!â Y/N cries out, hands gesturing wildly. âDid you expect a kiss hello after all that?âÂ
Childe huffs, âthis isnât how I wanted things to play out, but I had no other choiceââ
âNo other choice?!â Y/N scoffs at his words, âIâm sure you had plenty of other options. But you just had to pick the most violent one. Didnât you?â
The words are a low blow. They know that. And they can see the way his facade begins to crumble. Itâs not until Childe takes a step forward just for them to take a step back that the hurt on his face truly begins to show. Perhaps they saw him as the monster he was now, perhaps Y/N L/N now feared him.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â Thereâs a pleading look in his eyes, âI promise.â He can only watch in an attempt to gauge their reaction, their reaction to his selfishness. Itâs cruel of him to even insinuate that they would continue to be as they were, friends or lovers or whatever it was that was in between that. But that was in Childeâs nature, selfishness.Â
Y/N only nods slowly, âno. Youâre not.â They inhale deeply, âbecause weâre not gonna see each other again, Tartaglia.â
He didnât really have much of a choice in the matter though.
âGet out.âÂ
And he really shouldnât be shocked. He shouldnât have expected this to end well for him. He shouldâve known better.
AHHHHH thank you! i was rereading it and pls i cant believe i wrote it so long ago. im contemplating a part 2 but i dont know what i would do with it i feel like the ending was so open ended JKHSADKJAH
Genshin requests you say, how about "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not again" with Tartaglia (in the mood for some good angst thanks TT-TT)
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â + TartagliaÂ
[Spoilers for Liyue Quests, Mentions of violence/blood, Angst]
It was funny, really.Â
When theyâd met, Y/N had been going about their usual day, fixing around their bookstore in Liyue Harbor, doing inventory and such. Childe on the other hand, had been on the run from Milileth who werenât necessarily happy a Fatui Harbringer was among them. And of course, his chosen course of action was to run into the nearest store.
Which happened to be Y/Nâs store.Â
Y/N doesn't have time to react as a man dashes into their store, eyes scanning the room before he decides to jump over the counter they stood behind with the register, offering only a sheepish smile as he ducks underneath it to hide his head. Likely from the frazzled Milileth that entered shortly after."Excuse me!" One called out, while the other surveyed the store skeptically, "have you seen a tall man. Reddish-brown hair, grey clothing."Â
At this moment, Y/N's eyes flicker to the man now seated by their legs, who only meets her gaze with pleading eyes.Â
With a sigh, Y/N looks up to them with a bright smile andâ and albeit fakeâ pensive look, "no, I'm afraid not." The Milileth deflate at this, "though I did see a man running past my store window rather quickly in..." Y/N points towards the pavilion, a large crowd in that area, "that direction."
The pair nods rapidly, thanking them for their time, before dashing out the door and running off in the direction they'd just pointed them in.
Once they were out of sight, Y/N inhales deeply before grabbing the man behind the counter rather aggressively, yanking him upwards and slamming him against the counter with a glare. A nervous laugh escapes him, "thanks for the assistance I'll just beâ"
"You are very lucky I didn't want a fight in my store." They exclaim, shoving a finger against his chest.
This is how Y/N L/N and Tartaglia of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers met. And somehow, Childe found himself entertained by their shamelessness in insulting a Harbringer. It was almost refreshing, a challenge in itâs own right. So, he found himself coming around more and more often. All for a taste of the shopkeeper who never held back.
Though Y/N initially met his constant presence with annoyance, over time they came to appreciate the company of a constant, rich, customer. And of course a good friend. The pair would head out for dinner, theyâd go on walks throughout the city and beyond the borders of into the arid terrain of Liyue. They shared late night conversations shared under the moon and the lanterns that lined the streets, words said only for the two of them to hear.
At some point, their relationship became something more than friendship but less than a romance.Â
He was a Harbringer. Y/N knew that. It was inevitable that heâd hurt them. And yet they couldnât help but stick around. And while Childe swore he would never hurt them, the same didnât go for the rest of the city. He still had a job to do.Â
When Y/N spots Fatui Agents outside their door one morning, they wonder if perhaps Childe has grown tired of them, decided theyâd outlived their use as entertainment or something. As they try to leave their home only to be forced back inside, confusion bombards their mind.Â
Until a god that had long since died rose from the seas and the Liyue Qixing were forced to work alongside the Adepti, all the while Y/N sat, stuck in their home, with the protection of the very Fatui that had brought near-devastation to Liyue.Â
They shouldâve known better, really. They knew his job, they knew that he was in Liyue for some reason, one that likely wouldnât end well for the city. Yet it isnât until destruction rains down upon the land that it truly hits them. The feeling of betrayal, anger, sadness, disappointment. Emotions flood their mind but Y/N canât help the frustration that comes with it. With the fact that they canât truly be mad at Childe, not after everything.Â
And then he enters their home. Covered in blood. Some of it is probably his, but most of it isnât. Thereâs almost an apologetic look on his face. But Childe has few regrets.
âHoney, Iâm home.â He says the words weakly, an attempt at a joke despite the circumstances.
All Y/N can do is stare. Their eyes flicker over his injuries, and if it had been any other day, they wouldâve helped him tend to them, a part of their mind still wants to but they resist that urge. Instead offering the man a steely glare, âwhat the hell?â
He almost winces at the venom in their words, âthatâs quite the greeting.â
âYou sent your stupid lackeys to keep me locked up in my home while you destroyed my city!â Y/N cries out, hands gesturing wildly. âDid you expect a kiss hello after all that?âÂ
Childe huffs, âthis isnât how I wanted things to play out, but I had no other choiceââ
âNo other choice?!â Y/N scoffs at his words, âIâm sure you had plenty of other options. But you just had to pick the most violent one. Didnât you?â
The words are a low blow. They know that. And they can see the way his facade begins to crumble. Itâs not until Childe takes a step forward just for them to take a step back that the hurt on his face truly begins to show. Perhaps they saw him as the monster he was now, perhaps Y/N L/N now feared him.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt you... Not again.â Thereâs a pleading look in his eyes, âI promise.â He can only watch in an attempt to gauge their reaction, their reaction to his selfishness. Itâs cruel of him to even insinuate that they would continue to be as they were, friends or lovers or whatever it was that was in between that. But that was in Childeâs nature, selfishness.Â
Y/N only nods slowly, âno. Youâre not.â They inhale deeply, âbecause weâre not gonna see each other again, Tartaglia.â
He didnât really have much of a choice in the matter though.
âGet out.âÂ
And he really shouldnât be shocked. He shouldnât have expected this to end well for him. He shouldâve known better.
summary: as the bodyguard of fire lord zuko, Y/N has found that the hardest part of the job is keeping the fire lord himself from befriend her despite her many attempts to make it clear she was not interested. alas, zuko is stubborn. very stubborn.Â
warnings: mentions of death. mentions of violence.Â
word count: 5k
note: this is part 1 because,,, i have plans for a sequel, to finish the song ya know? this was a request from a literal year ago so sorry requester ily pls accept my apology
navigation
Have you no idea that youâre in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
How many secrets can you keep?
Getting a job in the Fire Nation had been a bad ideaâ actually, coming to the Fire Nation in the first place was a bad idea, but if Y/N had to guess, her worst idea had been getting a job at the Fire Nation Palace of all places.Â
You did what you had to when you had debts to pay though. And it wasnât that bad, she had shelter at the palace itself, a steep salary, free meals from famed chefs you normally only heard of in passing, life was good. All this in exchange for the simplest of things, guarding the Fire Lord.
summary: as the bodyguard of fire lord zuko, Y/N has found that the hardest part of the job is keeping the fire lord himself from befriend her despite her many attempts to make it clear she was not interested. alas, zuko is stubborn. very stubborn.Â
warnings: mentions of death. mentions of violence.Â
word count: 5k
note: this is part 1 because,,, i have plans for a sequel, to finish the song ya know? this was a request from a literal year ago so sorry requester ily pls accept my apology
navigation
Have you no idea that youâre in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
How many secrets can you keep?
Getting a job in the Fire Nation had been a bad ideaâ actually, coming to the Fire Nation in the first place was a bad idea, but if Y/N had to guess, her worst idea had been getting a job at the Fire Nation Palace of all places.Â
You did what you had to when you had debts to pay though. And it wasnât that bad, she had shelter at the palace itself, a steep salary, free meals from famed chefs you normally only heard of in passing, life was good. All this in exchange for the simplest of things, guarding the Fire Lord.