#childenora

[phyneire]

This image has been in my head for ages, so have it

[phyneire]

Childe and Signora have matching outfits. He also has a clip thing on the back of his scarf thats the same shape as her catalyst

[phyneire]

Last Cigarette very much has crimson legacy/chilnora vibes

[phyneire]

Childenora???

[actualbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“And now I know. Now I understand,” Signora tightens her grip in his hair, wrenches his head back painfully. He bites back a gasp, not only at the pain, but at the fact that she’s making him bare his throat as her next words slide across his neck like a knife “Your time in the depths of the darkness broke you, didn’t it?”

“Fuck y—Ngh.” Childe shuts his eyes as Signora drags her tongue over his pulse.

“You think it’s made you stronger, but the truth is, it’s destroyed you.” She trails her mouth over to his ear to whisper, cruel and ruthless, sending a shiver down his spine. “And now I have the faintest suspicion that being ruined is the only thing for you that feels right.”

-

Signora has been playing him ever since he was on the road to become a Harbinger. A sane person would distance themselves, would get away from the mind games and the emotional manipulation, would leave before her barbs got in too deep to rip out.

But Childe isn’t a sane person.

So he crawls into bed with her.

N//S/////F/W MINORS DO NOT READ

hi. i wrote signora/childe but like...this fic is really different from what i usually write. i mean that in the sense that it is Fucky As Hell. like REALLY FUCKY. problematic, i guess. please heed the tags of this fic and read the additional warnings in the beginning author’s notes and decide for yourself if you want to read this.