Gonna live this life as the Heroine Villianess

❄️Chapter 26👑

A/N Hiyaaa so uh before we begin I noticed in the comments that a lot of you are saying that this isn't technically a reader insert? Like- it started out as a y/n but then I just chose a name for the character... ya, i see that- so uh- should i change the tag from xreader to oc or add oc or have both yk yk? help? tbh i just chose xreader in the beginning because it started out as the character being y/n. so I just tagged the book xreader. didn't know that this story would blow up and people would actually read this stuff-

also I do have my reasons for doing this. "y/n" will be a repeating character in a lot of the fanfics i'm gonna write- i only chose "Wren" because it's the name of the body she's possessing rn. ig if u guys rly wanted to, just read "y/n" instead of "Wren" from now on... cause like- otherwise I would have to go back and change a lot of stuff. (Also i'm too lazy to :3) So ya. ty for the help tho

anyway let's gooooo-

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Wren ripped off a piece of her mora meat and popped it into her mouth, handing Kaeya a stick of radish balls as she did. She couldn't help but smirk as Childe followed closely behind them, the amicable smile plastered on his face becoming slightly strained as he handed Klee a stack of five servings of fisherman's toast. She doubted this was how Childe had imagined his morning- being stuck with babysitting three children. (well, technically one and two adult-turned-adolescents, if that was a thing.) To be fair, though, she doubted he would have wanted to spend the day- a few hours now- attending meetings and listening to diplomatic talks with pins and needles in his legs. She felt that they were actually doing him a favor- even if it meant emptying his pockets in the process. But a transaction meant both parties had mutual benefits. For her, Kaeya, and Klee, it was free food. She doubted this would put a dent in Childe's expenses anyway. "...Aren't you three bored?"

She turned. "All we've done is walk around and eat. This is the third time we've circled back to Good Hunter's." Klee gave him an exasperated look, the expression slightly awkward on the usually cheerful child's face. "But Mr. Orange Hair," A strangled sound. Like a dying cat. "We need food. Master Jean said that it's e-ssen-tul for us to grow up big and strong! Like my mommy!" "It's essential," Kaeya said quietly, piping up from behind her. "Ess-en-tial. Not essentul." Klee frowned. "Oh." Childe watched the exchange with mild interest, before giving a dramatic sigh. "Ah... well... is there anything else you want to do? Other than... whatever we're doing now?" Wren blinked. "You mean nothing?" Childe stared at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in annoyance. "Oh I know!" Klee bounced up and down beside her in excitement. "Fish blasting! Let's go fish blasting!" The taller man stared down at them, confused. "...Fish... blasting?" Wren felt a smile grow on her face. 

"It's where we blow fish out of the water." 

"With what?"

"Klee's bombs! Boom boom boing~"

Childe paused. Think. Ekaterina specifically told me that my only job today was to look after these kids. And that includes... keeping them happy, right? And if making them happy means helping them bomb fish... The harbinger felt a smile creep onto his face. Why not?

"I'm in."

They decimated Mondstadt's lakes that day. The poor fish didn't stand a chance. The three of them ended up putting the blame on Childe- being cute had it's advantages.

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One day earlier: 20:00

"I'm telling you, it's her!" Ekaterina stood in front of him, a dead pan look on his face. The suite they had rented in the Grande Goth hotel was satisfying enough. It wasn't dusty, and was rather spacious and well kept. Childe tapped his foot as he sat on the edge of the large king bed, the four posts on the frame reaching high to form a canopy above his head. But despite the finely crafted, probably super expensive furnishings situated around the room, Childe couldn't help but think it was just empty. Devoid of life. It reminded him too much of his own quarters, which he really only used to sleep in. The decorations he had left to his subordinates to decide... On second thought... maybe... this wasn't as nice as he had thought it was. He wanted to go to angel.

The woman sighed, pinching her nose with her fingers. "Master Childe," She said softly, albeit with a bit of an exhausted tone. Part of Childe felt slightly sorry, as he knew that her workload had increased with the recent activity and the arrival of the Fatui diplomats. "When will you move on? It's been years now." "Just about four years and three months," Childe muttered. "...And 27 days." A harsh exhale. He looked up, and Ekaterina turned behind her to drop a large stack of paperwork unceremoniously on the mahogany desk. He winced. "We all miss her, you know." She said curtly. "After these years together, I'd like to think that I am more than a mere subordinate, and perhaps- if I may suggest it- a confidant, at least. I do care. And I cared for her as well. My time with her was shorter than yours, but even I..." She paused. "But you must remember, Master Childe, you are the 11th harbinger, the strongest-" A small smile. "And the most feared. And your loyalty is to the Tsarita. You cannot forget that." Childe felt his hands tighten into fists.

"But- she's right there- I have a chance to get her back! Do you have any idea what this means-" "To you?" Ekaterina inclined her head, her expression unreadable as the vacant holes of her mask stared back at him. "Yes. But for the Tsarita, her return would mean little to her court. It is not her lack of skill," She said, stopping his protests with a raise of her hand. "But how her return would effect you, Master Childe." His heart stopped, and Ekaterina gave him a sad smile. She sat beside him, patting his hand in a comforting manner. He knew she meant the best, but he couldn't help the crushing feeling of defeat that surfaced as a garbled sound in his throat. He clenched a hand to his chest. "She changed you, Master Childe. And the Tsarita... would not like to take risks for the better or for the worst. The Tsarita only wishes the best for you." Just as Angel did. "Stay focused," Ekaterina continued. "After all..." She leaned closer. "If you have the best results, if you carry out your mission.... you might be able to call in a few favors, correct?" A flicker of hope. His friend giggled. "Heh. There's the smile."

The two sat together in silence, for a few moments, as Childe reveled in the possibility of regaining the person he had loved most. Still loved. Ekaterina stood up, causing a loud creak to sound in the bed's mattress. He stared up at her, now standing, in bewilderment. She raised an eyebrow, and in her usual strict tone, said, "Well, enough small talk. Those paper's won't sign themselves, you know." Childe took one look at the mountain of papers and groaned. "Oh don't be like that," Ekaterina said in a chipper voice. "I do this every day. I already cut the work in half for you." She smirked. "And if you finish early... maybe you can catch the young miss tomorrow when she goes for breakfast."

He was done before three the next morning. Despite not taking a single second of rest, he felt more energized than ever. Ready to seize the day... and his Angel. If he could convince her to come with him.

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A/N ...oml i need to start writing the 10k special now >:) I feel so loved ty guys :*>