GENSHIN IMPACT ONESHOTS

Dejavu [Part 1]

🦊 • female reader x Childe x Thoma

🦊 • song :: Cool with it - Brb.

[Part 1]

"Do you want a hug?"

It was almost like you suddenly woke up from a bad dream, shaking your head vigorously a few times, attempting to shake the memory away before looking out to the city painted in white snow from the lonely bus stop, feeling calm again, but the memories still linger somewhere in your mind, holding you back when you thought you escaped. Maybe even the feelings too...

"Y/N!" It's been four years, you thought,

"Y/N?" Since he disappeared from me,

"Y/N!" Your attention finally landed on the boy running towards you, his hoodie bouncing, causing the hood to gradually slide off of his blonde, fluffy hair that you loved to run your hands through. But instead of the usual smile that he gave you, this time it was a slight pout, causing you to stand up from the nostalgic seat, embracing him the moment you could reach him.

"Why are you hugging me?" his voice suddenly ringed in your ear, as you smiled,

"Why? Can't I?" you jokingly try to sound annoyed,

"I called you so many times you didn't even notice me..." his voice trailed off as you broke the hug, looking at him apologetically, "Y/N, you're daydreaming again right?" His eyes displayed concern but you stared blankly at him for a few seconds,

"Let's go home Thoma!" you chimed enthusiastically, escaping the question, and also escaping Thoma, walking before him, heading to your shared apartment.

Thoma instantly caught up, sliding his palms into yours, swinging your hand back and forth.

"Any tea from work?" His question caused you to turn your body towards him, about to tell an exciting story,

"Oh my god, oh my god," you started, Thoma started smiling, loving this side of you, "They told me that I'm going to be working with a new client tomorrow!" Thoma rubbed circles on the back of your palm as he focused on you, "and, and I think I'll be working with them for a few weeks!" Your voice filled the empty roads,

"I wished that I could do something exciting in my lectures too...you're so happy right now right?" You giggled at his comment and snuggled your head into his shoulders, Thoma let out a playful scoff, patting your head a few times with his free hand.

The dim street lights guided your path on this frosty night, as the two of you stuck together like penguins warming each other up. The way back to your apartment wasn't far, perfect for the both of you to enjoy a mini-date on the way home and trust me, it was one of the best dates ever. You swore that you could stay in this moment forever. But nothing lasts forever, right?

-

"Y/N!" His hands were shaking your arms, calling out your name desperately, "Y/N I swear to god please wake up!" He was persistent.

Mumbling incoherent words, you barely opened your eyes before someone was blocking the ceiling, shaking you like an alarm.

"What is it, Thoma..." Your eyelids closed,

"Y/N, what time is it?" Thoma's warm hands cupped your face,

"What...?" you let out a lazy sigh while Thoma reached out to grab his phone,

"8 am Y/N, today there's a new client, no?"

You shot up from the mattress, hearing some bones crack because of the lack of stretch. "You're joking," sending a panicked glance at Thoma before looking at the clock, the ticking never stops. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier," running to grab your clothes while blaming Thoma for not setting an alarm last night,

"Guess we were too busy last-" You slapped his bare arm before he could finish the sentence,

"Shut up this is your fault," complaining before entering the bathroom, Thoma chuckled before he comfortably lay on the bed once again, this girl.

-

The clock kept ticking, reading 8:53 am when you entered the building, speeding to the make-up room. Your heels clicked aggressively against the expensive floor, your hair untied, clutching on your jacket tightly, this was the first time you were ever late to work. After moving to Korea four years ago, you decided to become a better version of yourself, wanting to create a new you. Explaining why you started becoming a perfectionist, although you weren't, trying your best at everything possible.

The door to the room was now in your view, only a few meters away. Huffing tiredly, you closed the distance, becoming face to face with the door, about to push the doors open.

But the doors opened by themselves, causing you to back off immediately. The man grabbing the two handles of the doors from the inside, walked out without seeing someone before him, looking past your head. You stumbled backward, luckily there was a wall to catch you from behind, but the man in front clashed with you, as you closed your eyes instinctively.

His hands were plastered on the frigid wall behind you, his arms unintentionally caging you, stopping his body from falling on you.

"I'm so sorry I was in a hurry so I wasn't looking, I'm really sorry," These words fell out involuntarily, looking down at his surprisingly luxurious shoes,

"Miss Y/n?" A familiar voice called you. Looking up abruptly, you immediately recognized the person cornering you. The lonely bus stop, the snowy night, crying...four years ago. Seeing his face again after all the years lighted this unwanted light in your heart, somewhat excited, but against the rules.

"Childe?" The name sounded so pretty coming from you,

"You know my name?" Childe tilted his head slightly, his t-shirt hanging down, allowing a small peek of his collar bones,

"Huh?" was all you could say,

"Oh yeah of course you're my new personal makeup artist so you would probably know who I am," He naturally thought of an excuse for you, "but people mostly address me as Tartaglia though..."

You gulp,

"Anyways nice to meet you, I'm Tartaglia...or Childe if you want," he pushed off from the wall, proceeding to reach out his hand as you stared at it blankly. 

"Miss Y/n?" his voice woke you up from your thoughts,

"Uh-um yes, a pleasure to meet you Childe- oh wait sorry, Tartaglia." Your eyes looking away, Childe moves in front the direction your eyes were fixed on, bending to meet your shining pupils,

"It's ok, you can call me Childe...though it has been a while someone has called me by that name," his voice lowered while explaining the last part before bowing to you a little, you returning the bow, then heading off from the direction you came from.

So my new client is him?!

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