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[ukitakejuushiro]

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[vaesivlasta]

f it. a not so quick sketch for star days!

[akkpipitphattana]

JIROJENNY CANON <3333

[postsfromtheorderofsainttraft]

I heard about the plot of Duskmourn and I am ready to have my day ruined.

[the-writing-mobster]

How it feels to finally start posting art after being absent so long...

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I H A V E A W O K E N !

[animelionessmika]

Not so tough and scary when Willow is around

this is on my redbubble

[ddragonqueenn]

In your embrace, I think everything will be ok - Childe

Summary: the dead of night in winters can get cold, unbearably so at times, even in Liyue. Who knew the easiest solution to getting rid of such a problem is to be in the arms of someone you love

Notes: I started writing this at 1:40 am because my cat was in my bed lol

Word count: 1,000

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, author is permanently touch starved

     Silence rang throughout your room, yet you remained awake despite the moon having been up for long. Nocturnal birds chirped and you could hear the ambient noise of Liyue at night, yet you remain conscious. Your eyelids lay heavy on your face, yet your mind stays plagued with thought. Your mind wasn't racing, per say, but it was still working overtime. A rain of thoughts poured in your mind, not the kind of rain that could put one to sleep, but not a raging tempest either. It was in the uncomfortable middle, the thoughts were not pleasant but they were nothing worth crying over. You decided to simply let your thoughts run their course and wait until your mind finally got as tired as your body. It was going well, you thought, soon enough all these thoughts would run their course and you'd be floating off into Dreamland! That is, until a knock knock knock at your window stirred you out of your tiredness, and into a drowsy curiosity.

     Getting up from your bed, and leaning on the bedside table for support for just a moment, you made your way to the window to see what was making the noise. There, you were met with a familiar mop of red red hair and a familiar pair of cold blue eyes. Childe had a lopsided grin as he mouthed to you to open the window, pointing at the bottom for extra emphasis. You did as asked, though for a mere second you contemplated leaving the bothersome harbinger to his own, if you were to do that you're sure he'd still manage to get in some way, might as well be choosing to let him in, from the window or otherwise. You pulled him into your house, and stood back a little as he dusted off his pants (which, mind you, had no dust on them). He quickly turned to face you and took in a breath before starting his speech, "Good morning Comrade!" His chipper voice contrasted with the darkness of the room. You held your hand up to pause him and moved to turn on the lights so you could see him properly.

     "Why are you in my room, Ajax." You said with a monotone, almost unimpressed voice. You could see him light up a little at the use of his real name, and not the fancy harbinger title nor the codename.

     "Well it's simply so cold out tonight is it not?" He made his way to your bed and promptly sat down, quietly investigating the four different layers of blankets you had piled on top.

     You moved to the bed and sat down next to him, "So it is. But that does not answer my question. Why are you in my house, Childe,"  yet again your voice smooth and monotone. Your tired eyes looked up to meet Childe's, which were all too happy despite the horribly late hour it was.

     He grumbled about your lack of pet names and went on to explain, "Due to such frigid cold we have tonight-"

     "It has barely snowed an inch, Childe."

     "As I said, frigid cold, anyways- I thought about how horrible you must be in such icy temperatures! And I couldn't let my poor darling beloved just freeze!" He dramatically clutched his chest and looked away, an overdramatic 'pained' look on his face

     "An inch of snow, Childe." You could hear him breathe deeply in annoyance, and you had to struggle to not laugh.

     "So I thought-" his voice was uneven and just a little high pitched, his annoyance rang clear, "I thought that I should check up on my darling and make sure they are doing well and will remain warm in such hostile weather! And do you want to know how I could guarantee your comfort in such hard times?"

     "...how?" You stared him in the eyes and could see a mischievous glint in them.

     Childe took a deep breath in, clearly trying to make his answer big and dramatic,  "With cuddles!"

     The silence that followed was deafening. Childe was sure that you'd tell him to leave, but, to his surprise, you didn't. You started to shift on your bed, lightly tugging on the top most layer of blankets to reduce it to three atop your bed, and shuffled to get underneath and lightly patted the side next to you, conveniently left open. Childe stared at you in disbelief, were you going to allow his stupid idea? You sighed and said with your oh so calming voice, "I won't say no, if it'll assure you I'll be fine." Childe slowly moved to get under the blankets along with you, never taking his eyes off you. He adjusted to have his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer ever so slightly. His touch was gentle, as though he were treating you like precious porcelain. "I won't break, y'know,"  You reassured him, and with that you could feel his breathing slow and the weight of his arm over your side increased. He pulled you closer to him, moving you down in the process, just enough to rest his chin on your head. You could hear him breath in and open his mouth, as though he had something to say but the words died in his throat. And then again. And again. Then finally,

     "I… I love you," His voice was small, as though he were scared that raising it would cause you to shatter in his hands.

     You moved your hand to hold his, "I love you too, Ajax."