「 genshin one-shots/stories x reader 」

☆dancing with childe on an empty ballroom

based on: https://youtu.be/aT0VsOkYl50
requested by: @maybelles <3

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W// blood

The slow movements of his lead you, almost as a form of mercy from the fight you had before.
Your face runs colder as Childe takes you along in this dance of his, your mind failing to process anything going on.

Your clothing is stained by his blood and viceversa, knees feeling weak. But he continues to move gracefully as you stumble.

"Oh my, Y/n. You are certainly not any good at this" he laughs. "Don't think I mind, though"

You look up, brows furrowed.
He was treating you like a lover, not someone he would fight with. So what was the reasoning going on in that head of his?

The soft texture of his hands were hard to ignore, as they were placed both on your waist and behind your head. He held you like a broken doll, something to be mended.

The argument you got into before was only something his organization made him do. Were these confrontations just a performance he held? Did he enjoy watching you pain?

"I'm sorry again" 
He breaks the prolongued silence.

"..."

"I didn't mean to hurt you this bad"

Somehow, the dance made you ignore the irritating wound in your stomach. Nothing you weren't used to, really. But the fact that he was the one to do it was... hurtful.
Even more than the wound itself.

He was in complete denial. You knew it, you felt it. He was in denial that this would never work.

"You'll do anything they make you do, right?"

Childe's smile faded away. Like a mask dropping. The one forever glued to his face.

"What are you saying?"

The urge to fight was nonexistent inside of you. You are tired of fighting, of begging. Of this tiring existence.
"Nothing"

Your lips form a slight smile, and he copies your expression.

This fantasy... this lovely word you've created between you. You can see the end.
Yet you can't help but to melt in it. How could you not?
No matter how selfish it is, no matter how the end turns out... you held on to it.

Whatever this creation of yours is, it's held only by your hearts. It's held by the purest, foolish hope of your imagination.

You give in to his arms as your body feels like falling apart. Finally let yourself smile at this tragedy.

-Maybe we'll be happy in the next life-

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A/N: ty so much for the request, I rly enjoyed writing this !! ily guys <3