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"I'm no Hero".... "But I'm yours"

Childe/Reader (Tartaglia) Fanfic

Summary: The reader went to Quince village to do her task until a raid attacked the place. Outnumbered, she was tired, almost on the brink of giving up. Until her lost lover has come to her help.

Note: Y/n doesn't know that Childe is part of the Fatui and Y/n is not the traveller. Y/n is an experienced adventurer that resides in Liyue. [1.6k words]Picture for imagine :>

In a simple afternoon, the hardworking Y/n visited Quince Village on the North of Liyue to pick up fresh Jueyun Chilis. Though the weather creates sweat, and thirst becomes a little unbearable, however there is no greater pleasure in harvesting a round and juicy jueyun chili. One bite and the mild burning sensation with the fresh taste would send every joyous emotion along one’s body. Imagine the taste of Xiangling’s remarkable dish, the sweet and spicy delicacy of Liyue. The Jueyun Chili Chicken is Y/n’s favorite dish and the way of Xiangling’s cooking captures the succulence of the chicken perfectly with a top notch mildly hot flavor.

That is what Y/n has been craving for these days. It’s what her tongue has been salivating for ever since her trip to various nations and in her deduction, there is no dish in comparison to Xiangling. Her appetite for the dish is extreme enough for her to handpick the ingredients herself in this heated weather.

As the breath of fresh wind swoon over the air, so did the troubling sound of the trembling ground. Light and fast foot stomps appear to be coming close, Y/n wasn’t the only one who sensed their growing presence. The women of the village quickly got their kids and went inside their humble homes. Then the men hurried out with pitchforks and household tools considering it as a companion in battle with their shaken confidence facing the approaching raid. 

Then familiar creatures with their mask designed with horns and red markings appear from the distance, approaching mindlessly and fast but their members outnumber the villagers and even the adventurer, Y/n.

Y/n alerts herself, grabs her bag of jueyun chilis and geared up. Sword at hand in a fighting stance, prepares to strike fast. Eyeing the sides, strategizing which blows to strike and which skill to end the raid.

“I can handle them” Y/n whispers to herself as she lands a strike on a near hilichurl. In a flash, she defends her left side from a blow and has a hard time protecting her flank. 

Suddenly big stomps fill the air. Multiple heavy versions of the small creatures appear, with rock clubs and heavy shields. Mitachurls.

She sees that the villager men have a hard time as well. One young fellow fell to the ground, his head banged on the floor and in  Y/n’s peripheral vision his eyes failed to open. His father rushes to his aide, “No, Tommy!” his father screamed and a Mitachurl stomped closer with it’s heavy hand arming up the rock club in the air. Before it could pound up the father and son, Y/n is quick to defend. With a slash of a sword in its chest and a final blow of an elemental skill, the creature is defeated but many more come. 

 Y/n’s hand on the sword shakes a little bit as her knees begin to fail their purpose of standing. Her breath deep while sweat covers her whole forehead. Her back is sore and bruises appear on her arm. All she could do while she took a break was stand still for a moment, even for a second. She analyses her surroundings, and more screams of villagers fill the area. She knew if she takes a break now, all will fail. 

“Take your son and evacuate” she demands

“But—” the father hesitates. He then quickly saw the state his son is in, unconscious on the ground, a big bruise on the forehead and barely a breath out of his body. “Thank you, adventurer”

Then Y/n with all her might strengthens the grip of her sword, firming the pressure on her knees and facing the enemy head high. 

With an exasperated breath she speaks, “I can handle this”

Suddenly a chuckle, 

“Did you forget about me so soon?”

The familiar voice speaks, and among the rowdy crowd of the enemy, they stop on their tracks and divert their attention to the owner of the mischievous voice. This figure reeks of familiarity, his care-free stance and his airy ginger brown hair. The indistinguishable part of him is his maroon mask, the edges sharp and intimidation exudes from him. 

You can’t tell by his mask, but he smirks before he lunges at the armed Mitachirl.  Bringing it to its knees before aiming arrows toward the hilichurls. Five small enemies were defeated and the Y/n couldn’t just stay still. 

With the aid of this mysterious yet familiar figure, the fighting dynamic was perfect. Each pattern of strike dealt great damage, as both of them took care of each other’s flanks. Little did Y/n notice, he was more focused on her  condition rather than the enemy. He notices every sweat drop from her forehead down to her chin, exasperated breathing between those dry lips, and tension in her hands weakening the grip. 

 He notices the Y/n needs a breather, he switches his bow into his dual blade and slashes every enemy before it could get near her. 

And after a few while, the enemy retreated.

The people of the village raise applause to the mysterious person as the newly titled “hero of the village”. Of course they already knew Y/n enough to assume that she would help so they also gave their gratitude, but they were more curious of what the new “hero” can mean for them. 

Whispers of, “Does he live in Liyue?”, “Do we know him?” and “Hero, what is your name?” filled the crowd. Though he bid them no attention. 

His eyes found Y/n’s state as she pants heavily. He notices the flushed tint of her cheeks and the joyous crowd doesn’t help with the effects of the scorching heat. He realizes soon enough, exhaustion will soon consume her. 

She looks at him to get a good view, puzzling the pieces whether this man is the one she is waiting for. Her eyebrows furrow and she squints her eye, her puzzling look makes her look cute in his eyes. 

Their eyes meet and among the crowd of concerns and praises, he walks up to her tilting his head. 

“You know me” he confesses, as if it’s almost a fact to Y/n. “And you know, I’m no village hero”

His gloved hand makes its way to his face, slowly removing his most unique mask, and the crowd urgently awaits what this man looks like. But before they could get a view, he lowers his head near Y/n swiftly. He whispers, “But I’m yours”

Then pressed his lips against hers. He chuckles when he felt the tingle of a jueyun chili on her mouth. A fun memory from him, when they explored Liyue together. The kiss was loving, as if to convey longing feelings of a couple who yearns to get closer. 

“Childe” Y/n whispers between the kiss.

“Darling” he responds along with desires to deepen the kiss. To take whole of what he had missed. The crowd sounds in awe, but mothers cover their children’s eyes and some women grants aid to the wounded villagers. 

The passionate kiss abruptly stops when the Y/n turns her head away, taking a moment to gather her thoughts then she gazed into Childe’s eyes. 

She takes a view of his beautiful blue eyes while hers began to create tears. This time despair is present in her eyes, the hint of longing nowhere to be found and her eyebrows furrows. She urges herself to speak, to scream. 

“You left me, Childe” for months with no explanation but that is only what her mouth would allow her to say at the moment. “And you thought a kiss would fix it all?”

His eyes mirrors what Y/n has but his seeps more on regret and deep longing. And Y/n expects something from him, anything at all for him to correct his mistakes; a grand proclamation of love, a sorrowful confession of regret, a gesture of sincere agony of the time apart. It could be anything from the bottom of his heart. 

“Childe..” she mumbles, 

But all she received was his silence and the murmurs of the crowd. Y/n felt both concerning and malicious gazes, she felt her body growing meek, she brought her hand to brush her hair that fell across her face to hide her embarrassed look.

Childe looks at her with a caring glance. He knows that his unexplained absence have given her a hard time between these months. Now he is back, all he wants to do now is to cherish her, remove her from the crowd and replenish the joy and love they once had. 

He raises his hand and he leans toward her, caressing her cheek. Slowly, his other hand begins to cup her face while looks down. He gently glides his hand over her eyebrows, moving her hair on the back of her ear. He lifts her head, and it took a moment for her to look at his eyes. 

Then all Y/n can see is all she needed to see. Regret, longing and love.

“I’m sorry I left you” Childe whispers. “I’m never leaving you again”

Childe grabs her waist and carries her in a bridal style. Jumps high and moves swiftly across the crowd. He’s bringing her out of here, back to their place. 

Y/n was shocked of the sudden action, though that was what she needed, a gesture of sincerity from a man of many words. But is it enough to forgive him? Especially when the last she saw him was not a smiley Childe with flowers and picnics like he thought it was when she left her. But she saw a Childe with a secret conversation with a short blonde woman in a white dress.

Credits: prompt by @100Fowers on Reddit Reddit writing prompt: you squealed as the hero unmasked and kissed you in front of the roaring crowds. Wait.. you recognize their faces.. that’s your best friend and your boyfriend.

Check other prompt submissions: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/s/9AyeKm7Jos