[ON HOLD] Shared Scars | Childe x Fem!Reader | Genshin Impact

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a baizhu for your troubles
this chapter is uhhhhh heavy :)
but hey look dottore is getting a lot of attention
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     "Wow, you weren't kidding." Were the words that greeted you as you slowly returned to consciousness.

     Your head was pounding. The pain prevented you from connecting the voice to a person, but you thought you recognized it. Every inch of you felt sore and heavy against the cold hard floor.

     "Did you take me for a liar?" That one was familiar as well.

     When you were finally able to process the irony smell of the room, your face instinctively scrunched up in disgust.

     "Oh, is she awake?" The first voice said. You tried to feign unconsciousness once again, but they crouched down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up, "Morning sleepyhead."

     Reluctantly you cracked an eye open to see the one assaulting you. They widened upon making eye contact with him, "S-Scaramouche? What-"

     He jerked your head to the side, causing you to cry out in pain. "Did I say you could speak, pet?"

     "Enough, Balladeer." The other voice spoke up. A chill ran through you as you noticed someone standing behind Scaramouche. You dragged your eyes up their form until you were met with a familiar surgical mask below two striking red eyes. "You've already had your fun with her," Dottore said, "Now get out so I can have mine." You couldn't see his mouth, but you were sure that beneath the mask he was grinning like a madman. Perhaps he was.

     Scaramouche squinted up at him before untangling his fingers from your hair and standing. "Who says that was any fun?" He muttered as he walked towards a door you could only hope was the exit to this place.

     As the heavy door swung shut, Dottore removed his mask and looked down at you. "W-where am I?" Your voice shook.

     He waved his hand to the side as if showing off the space, "My personal lab. Where I bring little rats like you to do whatever I please with." He smiled.

     "Please d-don't hurt me."

     "Mm, you're begging is cute, but it won't work." He crouched down to be eye level with you, "Even the Archons can't help you now."

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     When Childe's eyes opened many hours later. At this point, the sun was high in the sky above your empty apartment. He spent a few minutes laying on the floor, trying to recall how he got there.

     At first, he thought he was on the floor of his own apartment. That is until he looked to the side and noticed your lamp on the floor, shattered, and your purse nearby. He shot upwards when he saw this and frantically looked around for you.

     "Y/N?" His voice cracked because your name was the first word he'd spoken since waking. "Y/N!" He shouted louder as he pulled himself to standing. He took a moment to steady himself from the sudden headrush before checking every room in your apartment, even lifting all your blankets to make sure you weren't just sound asleep underneath one of them.

     Childe returned to your kitchen and leaned against a counter to collect himself. Taking in a breath, he then yelled out a string of curses punctuated by a long and drawn-out groan.

     When he calmed down, he left your apartment and headed straight for the garage where he had parked his car the night before. Upon arriving, he noticed a thin piece of metal painted like a playing card sticking out of the tires. Whoever had taken you were prepared for him.

     No matter, his destination was well within walking distance.

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     Dottore wrapped a chain around your wrists which was attached to the floor, preventing you from getting within arm's reach of any of the doors or instrument tables. He made sure to wrap them as tight as possible, and already your wrists had been rubbed raw after just a few hours.