𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 | Tartaglia x Reader | ON HOLD

Chapter 2

(Narrative POV) 

"What's a bath?" 

You could only gawk at him in shock, does he never shower?? Thoughts began racing through your head wondering how dirty the water would be once he steps foot in it. 

"comrade? Are you alright?" he asks, his hand prominently waving in front of your face snapping you from your wild thoughts. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Um, maybe just call me Y/N." rubbing your forearm as you put the pot of soup in a warmer to keep it warm after Tartaglia's bath. 

Nodding in response, his eyes could only wander over your pouty face. Though slightly chubby on the sides, he seemed to like that about you. 

"How old are you, Y/N? If I may ask?" 

"I'm 19, you?" 

He looks back at you surprised, unsure of what to think of your age. 

"I'm 21! I work as a fatui harbinger-" 

"Yes I know, you don't need to tell me!" You swatted your hands away as if to motion that you already knew what he was about to say. 

He was left dumbfounded while you run a bath for him. Adding all sorts of bath salts, vitamins, soaps that may help his skin regain its glow. 

"What are you up to, Y/N?" his deep voice from behind you sending shivers down your spine. 

His tall and broad figure stood high, towering before your cowering form. Which made you scared each time he stood close to you. 

"what is this peculiar powder?" He picks up a container of bath salts, examining it with his slim fingers. 

He suddenly gasped out loud, causing you to flinch while you mixed in the soaps and salts in the bath. 

"Are you trying to poison me?!" he semi-shouted, his ocean eyes dipped in disappointment. 

"Childe, are you crazy?! No I'm not! These are bath salts for your crusty skin! I bet your toes have foot fungus you idiot!" 

He let out a good laugh, his voice cracking midway causing him to choke on his own saliva.

Regaining his composure, he smirked. 

"Touched a nerve did I? sorry comrade!" He teased, sticking his tongue out while he kept his cocky facial expression. 

You were getting annoyed at the fact he gave you these stupid glances. 

You immediately stripped his clothes off and shoved him in the bath. Giving stupid grins as you left and slammed the door shut. 

"My, she's quite the interesting one."

He smirked, relaxing immediately. Moaning out in relief, the cool waters enveloping his scarred body.

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"Hey um you got any male clothes?" 

You dared not to look away from your phone nor your bowl of soup. Nodding quietly, you got off your dinner chair and darted towards your room. Searching for your ex's clothes that you kept before he passed. 

Giving the clothes to childe while shutting your eyes closed, he chimed a faint "thank you" and headed back to the bathroom. His wet footprints leave trails from the bathroom to the kitchen. 

After he had finished putting on his new clothes, he hopped on the bed with you. Snaking his hands around your waist with his head rested on your right shoulder. 

You blushed hardly, but played it off as a joke. 

"What's that, comrade? A Kamera?" he points at your tablet. Shaking your head as no, you explained what it was.

"Oh, I see. May I try using it? If that's alright with you?" he asks, with pleady eyes. 

"Yea, yea just don't break it. Please?" you say, handing him the tablet.

"I won't, I promise"

As you watch him play around with the new gadget. You couldn't help but notice his shining vision hanging off the hem of his pants. 

How was he able to get out of a game? He's a fictional character, he was programmed in a game and he can't act like a normal human being. It just can't be, how did he even get out or gain consciousness? 

As you were lost in your thoughts, Mae leaped onto the bed. Letting out an exhausted meow before stretching and curling up like a little croissant. She did not seem threatened by Childe's presence, as his warm energy did not seem endangering. 

"Comrade, today was great, but I think I'll doze off. Got something for me to sleep on?" he asks curiously, letting out an exhausted yawn. 

Now this was something that you had NOT prepared for. You see, you rarely had friends or family stay over at your home. Mostly because you enjoyed them not hogging up your space or looking through your personal stuff. But this time, it was different. As Childe had no home, and no hope in returning back to his 'world'.

"Uh, sorry Childe but I don't think I have a separate bed. Eheh, you could sleep on my rug though! It's comfortable!" You suggested, a sheepish smile creeping up your face. 

Rubbing the back of his neck, he seemed a little bit unsure. That WAS until a smirk tugged his lips.

'Oh no.' You thought, finally getting a share of what his cocky ideas were. 

"Maybee, I'll sleep with you tonight, comrade? I'd rather not sleep on the rug. Who knows what bugs await there?" Of course, what a suggestion..

"Fine, you asked for it! I snore like a pig though. So don't complain, okay? If I catch you complaining you're out of the house." you state bluntly, making the ginger boy gulp in fear. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, making you face him. A wandering gaze laced on those deep blue eyes.

You felt yourself fluster at how close the contact you two had. When all of a sudden a loud meow erupted from below you too.

"mEOWWRRR" Mae screeched. Causing you two to get up from the bed and look for what she was hissing at. 

She was hissing at childe's vision, which dropped from the waistband of his pants once he endearingly held you in his arms.

Wow, that vision survived a heighty fall. It looks pretty indestructible considering that on several occasions, visions in game would hang on for dear life onto the person who wields it. (Unless they have loose pants HAHA). 

Childe picked up his vision and put it inside the bedside drawer, then he held mae in his arms and reassured her. 

Her tail still frizzled she decides to leap into your arms instead, making childe feel less special.

"I'm her owner idiot, don't give me that look." you remind him, earning a disagreeing eye roll from the tall male. 

Once Mae fell asleep in your arms, you tucked her in her little cat bed and went back to bed.

Then, you find yourself cradled in Childe's warmth. His arms enveloping you in a cuddly hug, as he has your face buried under his chin. 

You really weren't looking for a relationship, but his touch felt different. 

Otherworldly.... Might you add.