𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 | Tartaglia x Reader | ON HOLD

Chapter 4

Small authors note before we start: sorry for the slow uploading! I balance work and my hobbies :') and its been busy

(Narrative POV) 

After you two had arrived home. You immediately put Childe's newly bought clothes in separate buckets and let them soak in the detergent water before setting them in the washing machine. 

Childe felt content with the amount of events that happened earlier today, he felt somewhat flattered at the fact that he was admired even outside of Teyvat. 

Though, you felt jealous. You just couldn't fathom the fact that people could recognize him so quickly. 

If people find out he's the real Childe, they'll go bananas. Especially because he's well loved in the community. 

"Comrade? What are you up to?" his voice perked up from behind you causing you flinch. His warm smile plastered across his cheeky face as he glanced over to check on you. 

"oh, uh. Nothing really, just cleaning the wardrobe. What's up?" You say, trying to make up an excuse.

"Oh yeah, regarding that, I'd like to ask you. Why do you have clothes only a male would wear?" 

He finally asked you that question, a secret you kept for a long time waiting to be unveiled. You sigh out. Turning to him.

"It originally belonged to my ex, he passed away due to brain cancer. I promise I'd keep it for him, though I just left it untouched until you came."

You explained sadly, fiddling with your fingers as Childe looks at your weak figure, shocked. 

Childe wasn't a fan of showing his sympathy towards others around him, because of the rough childhood and traumatic debt collection experiences he had. 

"Oh Y/N.. I am very sorry for your loss" he apologizes as tears well up in your eyes. As soon as he saw those tears pool at the brim of your eyes, he scooped you up in his arms  and tucked you in the bed. 

It ached his heart to see you sob like that, so he eventually gave in.

"Alright alright. I'll cheer you up with a little something" 

He had to think of something quick, which made him slightly frustrated. 

He took your cat and rested her in your arms. Then he laid beside you and rested your head on his chest, cradling you in his warmth. 

He felt your vibrating cries against his chest, tears running down your cheeks while he reassured you.

"Don't worry Y/N, he knows you're doing well. And that's all it mattered" 

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(Narrative POV) 

Your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision fading away while you adjust to your surroundings. The sunlight peeking through your blinds, a cold breeze entering your room. 

It seems that Childe has finally found out a way to adjust your blinds, he's getting more and more used to the new life you two have.

Leaning against your headrest, you rub your eyes. Not noticing the sleeping Mae between your legs. 

You gently set her aside, and began your usual morning routine. This time with a warm  shower. 

"Comrade!" Childe called, swinging your room door open. Confused as to why you weren't present, until he heard the water running and scrubbing.

He felt blood rush to his cheeks, and shook his head. Perhaps it was his dirty mind that made him fluster. 

He knocked on your bathroom door and informed you that breakfast was ready, and you said that you'd be out in a minute. 

Which meant that you would be out to the dinner table in a few, though Childe took it the wrong way.

He ran out the room and slammed the door shut, waiting for you to come and enjoy the meal he prepared. 

He panted, his cheeks dusted with pink. 

You yourself stopped washing your hair when you heard your door slammed shut, you giggled to yourself and continued washing yourself up. 

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"So how is it?" Childe asks between visible chewing, playing with his spoon as you take another bite of pancakes. 

"It's good, but i think you added a little too much sugar" you suggested, a small yuck.

"I made it sweet, just like you."

He answers, a smug look plastered on his face. Showing off his dimples.

You couldn't respond, but your body sure could.

The red streak drawn across your face was so visible, childe gave a small "are you okay" laced in a teasing tone.

He seemed satisfied with your shy behaviour each time he blurted out an out-of-the-blue pickup line.

His deep blue eyes narrowed at yours, completely 'oblivious' on how you felt in the inside.

"Shut up." was all you can mutter out, making him chuckle. He seemed to enjoy your presence more than anyone else back in Teyvat.

To him, you meant everything. Even if you met him just days ago. He didn't understand why he had such urges to protect you, to love you, to make sure you're okay.

Though he wasn't sure if he was going to be clear with you just yet. 'Give it some time' he thought, though he just couldn't bear the urge to try and kiss you.

He was so close to confessing his feelings, but he felt like a perv if he were to do so.

"Childe?? Are you good? You look like you're going to murder me." you mentioned, horrified of his numb expression (he was just in deep thought don't worry he loves you).

"Oh um I'm fine, Apologies for that. I was too caught up in my thoughts" Childe reassures, a sweat rolling down his temple.

You continue your meals and clean up the kitchen and table.

But then you heard your apartment door bell ring.

This was the first time in four years it has ever been used.