GENSHIN IMPACT ONESHOTS

Pillow, Fight

🐤 • reader x Childe (Tartaglia)
🐤 • song :: I don't miss you at all ~ FINNEAS

"AND DO YOU THINK THAT WAS REASONABLE?" Your voice echoed in the luxurious walls of the apartment that he bought,
"Babe, she kissed me first?" He leaned forward on the sofa, running his veiny hands through the burnt orange locks,
"Yeah right, a kiss isn't that much of a deal is it?" You smiled bitterly at the question, eyes burning into his face. But before he could move, you made your way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, staring into the freezing space, hoping that it would cool you down.

Not long after, you could hear his slippers dragging on the marble floor, heading towards where you were standing. He was normally the type to talk to you first whenever you guys would fight, and that did kind of spoil you by just a little bit. 'What excuse is he going to make this time?' you thought to yourself, letting out a small sigh.

"What are you looking at?" He peeked over your shoulder, practically resting his chin on it. You shrugged his face off,
"Get off, you're heavy," you tried to escape, not wanting to hear a single word from him. He grabbed your forearm, turning you to face him, before pinching your flushed cheeks softly,
"Sweetie, what are you so mad about? Hm?" he cupped your face, "I'm all yours, what's there to worry about?"

You looked up into his shining, doe eyes, trying to stop yourself from falling into this trap again, then slapping his hands away, fleeing again to the bedroom. Childe quickly caught up to you, entering the bedroom with speed, jumping on the bed before you could sit on it. You looked at him in annoyance, clearly not having it at all.
"Babe...please don't stay mad," he grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap, "You don't look pretty if you're mad..." he teased,
"I bet that girl looks prettier right?" You hit him with sarcasm again, who said you were going to give in that easily?

"No, no, no, no," Childe hurriedly grabbed your waist before you could get away from him again, hugging you close, "What I'm saying is that you shouldn't be mad at me, because I want you to be happy,"
You gave him a blank stare in return for his crappy explanation,
"Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he finally apologized, pouting to get your attention.
But since you didn't give him a reaction, he decided to remove his bare arms from your waist, throwing the pillow that was resting on his lap in your direction, hitting you forcefully. You turned around and glared at him in disbelief, scoffing at his actions, while he sat cross-legged on the bed in his loose white t-shirt and grey joggers, staring into your eyes innocently, like a puppy waiting for its owner.
"You little..." You cursed before grabbing the pillow from the floor and smashing it into his face, multiple times,
"Ah, Y/N, stop!" He giggled, covering his face as he laid on his back,

"Stop? You were the one who started this," You continued to punch him with the white pillow, before he grabbed it, throwing it aside, then dragging you down onto the bed, in the exact position that he was in before.
"What are you going to do now pretty, no one's here to save you..."
You kept cursing at him, struggling to get out of his firm grip on both of your wrists that were secured on the mattress. He smirked at your response, it was perfectly how he imagined it.

He let one of your wrists go, reaching out for the nearest pillow that he could find, before raising it in the air, aiming straight into your face, "You can run, but you can't hide," he warned, as you let out a scream, waiting for the pillow to attack your face.

But it never came.

"Just kidding princess, I wouldn't do that to you," he put the pillow aside, and embraced you, resting his head on your chest, as he softly closed his eyes with a relaxed sigh. You breathed heavily, trying to return to a steady pace, managing to breathe out, "I'm still mad at you though,"

"Aww really? Maybe I should've smacked your face then,"

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