smitten ੈ✩‧₊ childe

prologue

"DAMN childe you simp." a certain indigo-haired puppet sneered in utter disgust, earning a glare from the ginger.

the two of them were finishing up respective documents that were assigned to both of them specifically by the tsarita at the library of the zapolyarny palace. childe simply had other plans in mind for himself and one of them was admiring his wife, of course.

in response, childe only rolled his eyes at his colleague's snarky remark before shifting his attention back to the golden locket , albeit it was a little rusty due to the effects of time.

to childe, the exorbitant golden locket wasn't something he cared about even though he purchased it at a unreasonably hefty price. it was the photo that was contained in the exquisite locket of his ethereal wife. her radiant smile was bewitching and enthralling, he found himself transfixed by the photo of his wife again and again. her rogue lips, her enchanting eyes and her-

"incompetent fool and a hopeless romantic. don't let your foolishness bring us both to our demise. how pathetic can one be?" the puppet scoffed. placing his quill down as he lifted his head from the pile of documents to glower at the distracted male before him. after all, childe couldn't afford to be distracted unless he had a death wish sentenced personally by the tsarita. scaramouche could care less about the existence of the ginger but the work due required both of their effort.

to scaramouche's satisfaction, the male was broken out of his trance.

childe let out a soft grumble of discontentment and placed the locket back into the depths of his fluffy coat's pockets after gently closing the cover. he took a deep breath before his svelte fingers swiftly picked up the quill and twirled it around his fingers, eyes lighting up slightly as he came to a conclusion.

"the faster i get this over with, the faster i get to see my love."

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"(name), love, are you awake?"
"mhm.."

childe's arms tenderly snaked around the female who laid sprawled out on their shared bed with her eyes squeezed shut. his grasp was gentle and almost like he was afraid that he might hurt her. he treated her like a fragile porcelain doll, like she could simply shatter from the lightest touch. childe, being childe, started smothering his sleepy wife with kisses eventually waking her up from her dozed state. he hovered over her, two hands placed on the opposite sides of her head.

her beautiful eyes shone brightly - the word pulchritudinous was an understatement. even after many years of being together, he still found himself captivated by the smallest details on her face. her features. the way her lips moved.

in reality, she wasn't a goddess. no. far from that. she was just like everyone else, an imperfect human being albeit childe thought that her flaws only made her look more ethereal.

(name) could only tilt her head drowsily at her husband's usual antics, she was too tired for this to say the least. well, considering the fact that she is always tired. she lets out a sigh before swatting his face away which erupted a loud whine from the male's lips.

"..let me sleep in peace."
"what if i don't want to? hm?"

before childe could even comprehend what was about to befall upon him, a pillow was sent flying into his face in a flash with brute force, knocking him off their shared bed. a bunch of soft toys owned by his wife rolled ontop of him as he let out a exaggerated soft groan from the fall.

"that's whats going to happen,"

a low chuckle left childe's lips as he crawled back onto the bed to be faced with a soft smile that made his heart thud loudly in his chest. afterall, could you blame him? for he, the 12th fatui harbinger, a trouble maker, mr world-wide - is smitten for the love of his life.