I'm blushing so hard because of the praise, please have mercy-
Jumping off the ideas you gave me, I came up with short drabbles. This is likely not going to be good.
Warning of the description of wounds and blood. As well as a major character death. Also, usage of mothman’s real name because I headcanon that reader probably knows it since they met his family before.
It was a sunny clear sky, a perfect day to relax in the sun and spend time with loved ones. Yet why did it end up like this? Why did it end up with your form, battered and broken, weakly staring at him with nothing but love and affection? There were so many wounds… Gashes on your legs, arms, torso… You were also cover in bruises too… Big ones, the size of his hand. Why didn’t you hate him? He did this to you, failing to hold back enough. He failed to bring you back until it was too late. Your breathing was labored and he noticed how much effort it took for you to keep your eyes open. Your lips painted crimson with blood parted but no sound came out. Your fingers weakly curled around the sharp claws, stained with blood. Your blood. He cradled your weakened form gently as if you were going to crumble and fade if he held too tight. You can hear his accelerated heartbeat and his constant whining, knowing that you were done for. You lost so much blood and were in so much pain, and the battlefield was hundreds of miles away from any location that can provide medical care. You coughed, covering his chest with blood but he didn’t care. You laughed weakly and apologized as loud as you could, which was a faint whisper. Your eyes were glossy with tears. “‘M sorry that… this happened. If only I didn’t go…” Your body would then shake more, causing the wounds he tried to cover in vain to reopen and ooze more blood. Your eyelids would flutter, you knew that you were on your last few breaths. “Promise you’ll live for me…? Be happy… I love you… Ajax…” With the last of your strength, you would take off the necklace you were wearing and would wrap it around his wrist. It was a friendship necklace that you worked so hard to make. He wore his ‘bracelet’ on his other wrist. His was purple and blue, having a little narwhale and moth. Yours was in your favorite color as well as having the things that fit you the most. The tears would fall down your face as your eyes close, your body going limp. His whines would grow louder and he would hold your still warm, limp body against him. His whines would then turn into an anguished shriek-cry, almost like a scream. His body would shake as he cried, not moving from where he was. He didn’t care for anything anymore right now. He would stay there, even becoming a husk if he wished to. His beloved light, you, had faded by his own hands.
Warning for torture-like elements? Also, mothman’s real name is used again. I’m not sure what to put.
It was dark, cold, and painful. You cried out in agony as your very being was transformed, becoming something not human. You feel as if you were stabbed with thousands of blades, ripped apart, and then sewed back together crudely. Your haunting cries echoed cruelly through the silence, further solidifying the fact that you were alone. You sobbed, not sure of how much more of this torture you can take. Your stature would grow in size, hands turning into claws. Your face would burn as a mask would painstakingly grow on it. You would desperately try to claw it off with your growing claws, drawing blood that would slowly become less red and human. The color would then grow more reminiscent of galaxies. Your back would arch as the pain amplified, wings growing from them. Your cries were not human anymore, now they sound like your beloved roommate whenever he was in pain. You didn’t even notice anymore, your mind foggy as you collapse once the transformation was complete. You would shakenly gt yourself up and tried to find a way out, wanting to leave this place. Your eyes would land on a wall that had enough holds to climb, however climbing would be a chore with how much you were shaking. You would then start the long and pain-filled journey, falling from your grip being too weak from the way your hands were different. No, from the way your entire being was different. Your muscles ached and screamed at you to give up but you kept fighting on, wanting to see the harbor again. Wanting to see Ajax again. You imagined his soft and gentle embrace surrounding you, lulling you into security with his deep purrs. Your claws balled with determination and after what seemed like an eternity, you would break free to the surface. Body running solely on adrenaline now, you would go to your secret place where only Ajax would know where to find you. You often would go there and you hoped that he would come soon before you passed out. Because you feared if the harbor would find your unconscious body, they would believe that you were a monster and would kill you with no hesitation and not realizing the monster was you. You would wait and wait, your one eye drooping. You would lean against the rocks a boneless heap, the adrenaline finally wearing off. You tried to futilely fight off sleep but would lose the battle. Your eyes would close and you would fall into a dark slumber, mind roaming with nightmares.
i will praise you more because you deserve it!!! if anyone here ever needs a mood booster i will try to be your personal hype person :D also you take those words right back these are AMAZING and i don't take other opinions
i imagine that for the first one he'd sit hunched over your body until someone (probably Zhongli or Baizhu because they can approach him) tries to take you away, to which he shrieks in anguish and tries to follow but someone holds him back to treat his own injuries. maybe you're buried somewhere remote, and Childe starts living near your grave and watching over it. perhaps it becomes a piece of folklore, about a grave with an eternal, monstrous guard. someone with that powerful of a creature watching over their tomb has to be important right? and you are important, but not in the way they think. you're important to Childe because you loved him, not because you were a great warrior or anything. even with the people whispering and gossiping he still watches over your bones and ashes, doing his best to make sure the tombstone is clean and whole. even as his body grows weak from lack of food and good sleep he does this, as his way of being as close to you as possible. after all, Childe can't die, not naturally anyway.
OH THE SECOND ONE IS A PERRRFECT ADDITION TO THE TRANSFORMATIVE AU- MAYBE A DIFFERENT PATH WHERE YOU FALL INTO THE ABYSS ALONE. Childe would find you in that secret location, caught in the grasp of some nightmare. he wouldn't know it was you at first, jumping back with his claws out and fangs bared. but then he'd stop, because beneath the layers of Abyss on you is your faint, familiar scent. he gets cautiously closer and is overwhelmed because while it may not look like you, it feels like you, and you're hurting, you're suffering, and he desperately wants to help. he can see the blood on your claws and face where you had torn at the mask as it grown, and he can hear your terrified whimpers from your nightmare. he scoots next to you, pressing against your side and laying a sparkly wing over you as he gently nuzzles the side of your head. you're vaguely conscious and you reach for his arm, crying out as pain sparks through your body and his heart aches, aches as he tries to comfort you with soft coos and purrs. he'll have to get help for you later, but right now there's only you and him, together.
