Centimeters [Childe/Tartaglia x reader]

Chapter 19

Word Count: 1333
* f/c/f = favorite cookie flavor

In Y/n's POV

Peeking into Tonia's room, it was decorated with various anime and band posters.

"Hey kiddo," I said as I scooted my entire body into the edge of her room.

As she turned around, the young girl said, "Oh, (Y/n)! Come on in!"

"Whatcha doing in here?"

"I was just fixing up Teucer's toy since it got ripped apart."

"You know how to sew?"

"A little. Ma and Dad's been helping me every so often."

"That's good. Sewing is something that'll help you in life eventually," I chuckled out, gently patting the child's hair.

"Ajax originally taught me how to sew when I was about eight or so."

"And how old are you now?"

"13."

"I see... You're quite the resourceful one then, aren't you Miss Tonia?"

She laughed before we both heard the shuffling of feet right outside the door.

"Can we help you, oh great Tartaglia?" I asked mockingly, slightly bowing towards my boyfriend.

"Ha-ha, very funny and for your information, you can. Teucer wants us to tuck him in for the night since my parents are busy."

"Tonia, you finished with that toy?"

She nodded and handed said stuffed toy over to me. Afterwards, both Ajax and I walked down the hall to Teucer's room; he was just starting to crawl up into bed as we entered.

"Alright, superstar, look who came back from the hospital with a successful surgery!?" exclaimed Ajax as he jiggled the toy ruin guard in his hands.

His little brother's eyes started to twinkle as his little arms reached out to grab "Mr. Cyclops."

"Mr. Cyclops! Mr. Cyclops! You managed to fix him!"

"Actually, it was your sister, Tonia, who fixed up Mr. Cyclops, Teucer," I piped in, poking my head up from behind Ajax.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" was all the small child kept repeating, snuggling up next to the stuffed toy.

"You ready to go to bed now, buddy?" asked Ajax, tucking in his kid brother tightly with his blanket and sheets.

"What about a bedtime story?"

"A story? Well... if it's a story you want, then it's a story you shall receive."

Long ago, there was this fox that had been on his own for almost his entire life, up until one faithful day. It wasn't until it had just become an adult fox that he had anyone to hunt or play with. While trying to hunt for some fowl or berries, the fox came across a cat. The cat was innocent in every way, shape, and form. She was trying to catch a butterfly, standing on a tree stump, but ultimately failed and fell to the grass beneath her.

The fox laughed before that cat caught him laughing at her misery. Walking over to the fox, she examined him as best as she could. He was lanky, and his fur was all sorts of pale shades of what other, healthier, foxes looked to be. In a way, the feline felt bad for the fox. She tilted her head to the side all but before running to some bushes to pull out a bowl of half eaten fruits, nuts, and berries. Nudging said bowl towards the lanky fox, she softly meowed and smiled. The fox only stared at the assortment of goods until the smaller animal left. He then started to gorge on the feast in front of him slowly but surely. The cat, from behind a bush, was watching him contently, happy to help another animal in need.