30 mins later
Zhongli entered the house, peaking in the guest room only to notice Childe bleeding out on the bed. "I didn't know you were such a handful." He grumbled, grabbing Childe and taking him to the washroom, grabbing some bandages and bandaging the wounds. Zhongli tried to hide his slight blush as he bandaged Childe's chest. Childe seemed to wake up and Zhongli backed away, his face a light pinkish tone. "Oh.. sorry about earlier Zhongli." Childe apologized, noticing the flush on Zhongli's cheeks.
"No no it's alright, you were understandably upset." nononno why are you blushing stop that. Zhongli sighed, internally screaming as he continued to bandage Childe. "I saw you were bleeding so I decided to bandage you up." Childe tilted his head. "Why are you blushing Zhongli?" He asked, making Zhongli blush even harder.
"I. er.. Apologies I'm going to make some tea." He stuttered, turning and exiting the bathroom. You idiot He slapped himself, preparing to make some tea to get his mind off of Childes bulky scarred ch- no. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck stop that. Not paying attention to the tea, he spilled the boiling water on his hand instead of in the cup.
Biting back a scream of pain, he ran to the washroom, where Childe still sat. He sat on a stool, still without a shirt. "Zhongli go sit on the couch, you're really red." He stated, standing up from the stool. Zhongli obliged, biting the inside of his cheeks as he turned away, going to sit on the couch. Morax you only met him 2 months ago you can't like him already, not to mention he's a harbinger.
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"Not Really a Toy Maker" Childe Angst and Zhongchi Fluff
FanfictionTW!!! DESCRIPTIVE BLOOD AND IMPLIED WISH TO SUICIDE "I have to go sell some toys!" As he walked to the treasure hoarder camp he didn't notice the figure behind him. Zhongchi Fluff and Angst! This is a universe where nobody is Childe's family knows h...
