crown [C. TARTAGLIA]

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dottore soon leaves as you heard him snickering in his usual tone, his footsteps soon faded away together with the sound of his voice. you were left dumbfounded at the front of childe's door, your head hurting from the information he gave you.

a serum that could give life? was that even possible? and what did dottore use it on?

curiosity continued to eat you away. you always remembered your father being in his laboratory almost everyday of the week while your sickly mother was left to care for you. even so, in his free days he would always spend time with you.

[F/N] ivanov was a nice man, the only problem was that he was obsessed with his creations.

with those thoughts aside you went back into the prince's room where you were immediately enveloped in a tight hug from behind.

"where have you been?" childe asked in a raspy tone, most likely because he had just woken up.

"i had a talk with dottore. he was going to check up on you but i told him you were asleep."

"i see." he began to plant soft kisses on your shoulders, then towards your neck.

"that tickles." you said, holding his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder.

"did he tell you anything else?" he twirls you around so you were now facing him, his hands now on your waist.

you shook your head, "no, that's all."

"good." childe leans in for a kiss, one you found that he did a lot these days. as time passed by he became more greedy, you didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

you feel him biting your bottom lip gently which made you whimper in surprise. "hey..."

"i don't like it when you talk to other men." he pulls away and rested his head on the crook of your neck. "it makes me... jealous."

you smiled and placed your hand on the top of his head, "how cute of you, prince."

"don't call me cute." he pouts.

"why not?"

"because i'm not!"

"but you are." you laughed, pointing out the pout he had on his lip. "you're like a little puppy."

"[Y/N]." he blankly stares at you.

"sorry, sorry. i won't tease anymore."

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the next day, you were tasked to bring paperworks over to childe's office from scaramouche's. you were on your way to there as you walked through the hallways of the palace, it felt emptier than before.

after the talk you had with dottore your mind had been thinking about the dungeon he mentioned that was located underground. you were well aware that his laboratory was also located there too, along with the cells you were locked up in the first time you entered the palace.

if it has got something to do with the truth regarding your parent's death, then you were sold. you wanted all the information you could get, any of it would suffice. after all, you spent years trying to get to know the whole truth. now was your chance to find out what really happened.

"scaramouche? i've come to retrieve the prince's papers." you knocked on his door.

"come in."

you entered his office, seeing that it had been in the same state it was from the last time you went inside. you stepped towards his desk where piles of folders were placed above it.