Destined

Him

                                                                                                    ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

The wolf boy named Razor led you home, filling your ears with stories of his lupical and life as a human and wolf. It was interesting, and you didn't mind the company on this cold, wet evening. Razor was generous enough to offer you his coat, which did little but you were still grateful for the fact that he did such a nice thing.

"You fear something, I can smell." Razor cut through the silence like a knife through flesh, grabbing your full attention.

"I'm fearful? No, just nervous." You responded, partially lying. Razor looked at you with uncertain eyes, knowing more than he should.

It was true, you were fearful, as well as nervous. Returning home meant returning to Venti, and you were not ready to face the bard after that fateful night. Alas, you could not hide forever. A part of you longed to embrace the bard once more, to listen to his melodious voice was truly a treasure that you could not sacrifice just because you were nervous.

By the time you and Razor had arrived at your cottage, the rain came down harder, drenching you and your clothes. Razor didn't mind as much as you did, he actually seemed to be quite used to the rain and its unforgiving downpour. "This is your home?" Razor asked, inspecting the half-renovated exterior with careful eyes.

"Indeed it is. Thank you for walking me home, Razor."

Razor's cheeks lit up in a faint blush, only nodding and humming in response. He wanted to say something to you, alas it was too late as you were already making your way into the small cottage. Razor mentally cursed himself, why did he have to be so nervous around you? Sure, he has been nervous around strangers before but he had his eye on you for a while now. Huffing in annoyance, Razor skittered away, not wishing to become even more drenched than he already was.

The rain had made your clothes feel heavy, drenched, and cold. Therefore you made it a priority to rid yourself of them immediately. Pulling down the tomoeri of your kimono, you were suddenly frightened by the clearing of someone's throat, your ears standing up straight as you frantically looked for the intruder.

"Now, I know I am quite attractive but you should remain clothed." The Fatui harbinger spoke, a sly smirk stretched upon his face. Anger bubbled up inside you as you replayed his cheeky tone within your head.

"I don't remember inviting you, Fatui." You spat back at the man with auburn hair, your expression stern as you looked him in the eyes.

"Oh, no need to worry, I let myself in." He chuckled.

"That's not reassuring at all."

You continued to have a staring competition with the harbinger, not faltering underneath his intimidating yet childish mien. Grazing your fingers over the wound that you received the last encounter with the Fatui's errand runner, you felt suddenly conflicted. Was it the best choice to go with him? You were enjoying your time in Monstadt, so much so you wished not to leave too soon.

"My final answer," You took a breath in, composing yourself. "Is no. I shall not join your merry band of assassins and spies."

An obnoxious chuckle came from the harbinger, causing your hope for not another fight to diminish. Holding his stomach due to the sudden emergence of giggles, Childe wiped a stray tear from his eye. "You can't be serious, right?" He said, catching his breath while you stood there, a stoic expression upon your face.

"I am serious, Fatui scum." You spat. Childe obviously didn't like that.

"There was no option for you to refuse, so you should've said yes."

Launching forwards, Childe summoned his two hydro blades, nearly slicing your head clean off your shoulders if you hadn't ducked in time. You jumped back, your heart beating like a mad drum within your ears. This was no time to lolly-gag, you had to fight back or else you'd be a rabbit stew by morning.

Unsheathing your weapon, you took a defensive stance, ready for anything that the harbinger would throw at you. Childe was first to make a move, a series of moves that you struggled to block, The glistening blue blades that he wielded left a trail of light as he moved with inhumane speed. Your meagre blades were nothing like Childe's, and would probably be rendered useless after this squabble.

The little furniture that lay dormant within your cottage was now either tipped over or sliced in half thanks to the maniac that destroyed everything in his path. Childe left no time for you to strike, only block. Finding a gap between his legs, you rolled through them, pointing your blades at the Fatui's head once you were behind him. You were exasperated the time you got up, your breaths for air were loud in the deafening silence that overcame the kitchen.

"Leave," You panted, gasping for oxygen. "don't e-ever return."

Your warning meant nothing to the harbinger as he yanked your arm, successfully pinning you to the ground with a hard thud. "No can do, girlie."

Your head was thumping in agony, your vision blurry as you tried to reach for your blade. Childe noticed what you were reaching for and stomped on your wrist, causing you to scream and bring your arm back to your chest. Warm tears slid down your cheeks as the pain became worse every second. Childe only observed and smiled, pointing his blade at your neck. "You're a valiant fighter, I'll give you that."

Before Childe could spit out another word, the front door slammed open, three blurred people rushed towards the kitchen. You faintly recognised them, one with blond hair, one with white, and the other with short stature with ebony hair. Childe was frustrated they had barged in, ruining his chance. Grunting, he pushed himself off of you and saluted to the three figures that seemed ready for action.

"Well, it was nice catching up, but I must be off." The harbinger spoke, turning to look you in the eye. "I'll be back to collect you soon!"

And with that, he left. Flinging himself out the window and escaping into the rainy night. The three figures that you presumed to be Aether, Venti and Paimon all came to your side, blaring questions left, right and centre. You were in no state to comprehend them, and even if you wanted to, you couldn't. Sleep was calling you, so you answered.

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