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TARTAGLIA X READER

The storm.

High atop the cliffs overlooking the azure waters of Liyue Harbor, Childe Tartaglia, the formidable harbinger of the Fatui, and the Traveler engaged in their customary sparring session. The crisp ocean breeze carried the tang of salt as their blades clashed in a symphony of steel, each strike executed with precision and finesse.

Their battles were not born of enmity but rather a mutual respect for each other's prowess in combat. Childe reveled in the opportunity to test his skills against a worthy opponent, while the Traveler saw it as a chance to further hone their abilities in the crucible of battle.

As they danced across the rocky terrain, their movements a blur of motion, a sense of exhilaration filled the air, mingling with the sound of their breathless laughter. It was a moment of pure adrenaline-fueled joy, a testament to the camaraderie that had blossomed between them despite their differing allegiances.

Amidst the flurry of strikes and parries, a single misstep changed everything...

During a particularly intense exchange, Childe's blade inadvertently struck the Traveler with unexpected force, sending them sprawling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, time seemed to freeze as Childe stared in shock at the scene unfolding before him, his heart pounding with dread at the sight of the Traveler lying motionless on the ground.

As the echoes of their battle faded into the distance, a heavy silence descended upon the cliffside, broken only by the soft sound of waves crashing against the rocks below. Childe's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and remorse as he rushed to the Traveler's side, his hands trembling as he knelt beside them.

"Goddess, I didn't mean to... Are you alright?" Childe's voice trembled with genuine concern as he gently cradled the Traveler's head in his arms.

But the Traveler remained still, their eyes closed and their breathing shallow, their face a mask of pain.

Desperate to rouse them from their slumber, Childe called out their name, his voice choked with emotion as he pleaded for them to awaken. But still, there was no response.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Childe realized the extent of the damage he had wrought with his careless blow. Guilt gnawed at his conscience as he cursed himself for his recklessness, vowing to make amends for his actions no matter the cost.

And so, with a heavy heart and a resolve born of remorse, Childe lifted the Traveler into his arms, cradling them against his chest as he set off in search of aid. For in that moment of reckoning, he knew that he would stop at nothing to ensure their swift recovery, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear.