Another Idea I Have This Time With Childe Is That He Had Fallen Out Of Love With Reader And Cant Bear

Another idea i have this time with childe is that he had fallen out of love with reader and cant bear to tell the reader and decided to pretend he still loves them but the reader knows but still chooses to hold on because she loves him but then she saw how childe and lumine interact, it reminded her of her relationship with childe before they become a couple how they used to be so sweet and happy. So the reader just decided to end the relationship because she realized that if you truly loved someone you will let them go if that means they will be happy. ( childe didn't really cheat but he does starts to have feelings with lumine but you know cant be lumine because reader)

hi anon!!! i put a lil twist on this idea by making hanahaki disease exist in genshin. there is a perspective shift from childe to reader!

content warning: angst with no happy ending, mentions of death and blood, memory loss

word count: 1.2k

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact.

"Welcome to Scent of Spring, what can I get you today?”

It’s almost hilarious that the last time Childe had frequented this store, he was courting you, purchasing a bouquet each time he went to win over your heart. Others had joked that the next flowers Childe would buy were for your wedding - the customary flower ball for the married to toss into the oncoming crowd, for blessings of married life and eternity. And now, he was requesting a sorry bouquet.

Where did it go wrong? When did his thoughts start to drift to Lumine’s face and not yours? The pleasant tranquility of peace that you would bring him dulls in comparison to the electric rush that Lumine sparks in his heart, and even as he browses the store's wares, his eyes are drawn to pale yellows and whites, reminiscent of the heroine. Childe knows how to pretend, he’s Fatui after all, so the role of a loving boyfriend who just forgot their anniversary and not fallen out of love is one he can play without a fault, though he knows he’s breaking your heart with every white lie.

As the shop assistant wraps up the bouquet of pink and purple carnations, Childe’s mind drifts to thoughts of sparring with Lumine, when he could spend time with Lumine, memories with Lumine and just Lumine. It seemed like all he could ever think of was her, not even a second spared to you and when his daze is snapped by the complete bouquet, his practiced feigned charming smile sends butterflies into the assistant’s stomach, no wonder you couldn’t let go.

Childe approaches your door with the bouquet hidden behind his back, image of sweetness and not a traitor with his heart elsewhere. When he knocks, you’re at the door immediately and as his amber guilty eyes meet yours, you know. His thoughts must be on Lumine and not you, you could tell, you’ve been in love with him just too long to not know. Even as he thrusts the flowers into your shaking hands, you know that there is no love behind them, his feelings are reserved for another. You know who he pretends you are.

How can you compare to the one chosen by the stars as you stand as shaky as a leaf in Barbato’s wildest winds in front of the man you love? Perhaps the archons give you strength in that moment, gulping back your internal pleas to keep Childe by your side, you interrupt Childe before he gets to sway you with his honeyed tongue. “Childe, thank you for the flowers. Let’s.” You pause, hesitating to yourself as tears fall down into the bouquet.

“Let’s break up. You should see other people.” The tears threaten to choke you, feeling your heart break inside your chest and when you’re met with stunned silence, you gather the strength to slam the door, dropping the flowers to the floor as you begin to sob. It’s over. You’ve parted with Childe, the ghost of his once promised everlasting love and as the tears flow unrelentingly like a river, petals unfurl within your chest. Your once awaited spring with Childe have dug their roots into your lungs, bloodying your throat with agony as you hack up a garden, one Childe had planted inside you.

You’re reminded of him as the flowers of his bouquet begin to wilt, feeling your health begin to fail you. You know that despite finally letting him fade away from your life, you still treasure him beyond words and actions, having treated the flowers with care you know you can no longer give to Childe ( You repeat to yourself : He chose someone else over you. The flowers have no meaning.) What once were the beginnings of the disease, your throat’s flesh tickled by uncomfortable petals have begun to blossom into buds that make you choke in pain when trying to breathe. Sometimes, when it gets bad and your heart aches desperately for Childe’s warmth, your sink ends up rinsing blood and rotting carnations down the drain.

When you visit Bubu pharmacy, Qiqi’s soft mention of your state makes you laugh softly. How could you explain that you broke up with the love of your life? And that you’re now dying, but you did it for him. Because you love him. Baizhu’s sympathetic smile as he hands you a concoction to aid your deteriorating throat tells you that this is not the first time he’s seen this condition. Though you had never wanted to let go of these feelings, you’ve found yourself with courage in many unexpected moments recently. “Is there a cure?”

The man looks down at Qiqi who posed the innocent question that had meanings beyond the mind of a zombie child and answered in a somber tone. “Yes, but it involves cutting off your feelings for the person who made you this way forever. Sometimes, when you love someone very much Qiqi, it’s hard to do that.” Baizhu’s wisdom is like an old oak tree and his words comfort you temporarily as he speaks, though they only strike home as you’re struck by a violent coughing fit of fully fledged flowers, bloodied by the thorns scratching at your throat. As you collapse onto the floor of the pharmacy, supported by Baizhu and Qiqi, reality hits like winter to orchards, barren with the knowledge that you must decide. Your love or your life.

“Your condition is becoming critical… any longer and you will die. Will you take the surgery?” The outburst of petals, blooming as they fall from your bloody lips are a painful reminder that Childe’s moved on without you - he no longer loves you. Painfully ignoring the internal desire to keep your love for him and through blurry tears in your eyes, you accept Baizhu’s offer.

The long wilted bouquet from Childe sits by your bed as you recover from the procedure, their meanings lost to you as you tend to your health with Qiqi, whose forgetfulness only warms your days as your condition improves. “Remember me. I’ll never forget you.” Though somewhere in your heart, a part of you aches when you gaze at the vase of decaying flowers, you discard of them - they no longer hold any memory to you.

After the surgery, brighter days are imminent, smiling like a sunflower as you stroll through Liyue, Qiqi in your hand as you guide her to your appointment at Liuli Pavilion - a celebration for your complete recovery. As you pass by the glaze lilies, you pause to show Qiqi the way they sway and respond to song. With a nostalgic melody of forgotten love and marriage that brings joy, the glaze lilies dance along as you sing. Above the patch of flowers was Northland Bank and the familiar tune captures Childe’s attention, having not seen nor heard from you for weeks now as you recuperated away from his sight. A part of him feels guilt, relief and most of all regret as he hears you radiant compared to the misery he had seen you last. When he calls your name with a faux cheery “How have you been?” you only tilt your head sideways, a motion that he’s long observed to mean utter adorable confusion, and you reply, “Hello there, who are you?”

The anguish that stings Childe is well deserved despite his obliviousness to the fact the surgery had removed not only your feelings for the man but your memory of Childe completely. Perhaps it’s better this way, the two of you now no more than strangers who were once in love.

the lesbianism

If your one freaky nasty bitch laven then me and degen anon are also one, i sure like to indulge in your writings hehehehehe.

-angst anon

horny jail for us all!!

i want mommy dommy baal’s big huge strap in me while i put my face in yae’s cunt i’m just there little fuck slut whose place is in between these two godly women -degen anon <3

a threesome with those divine two is the closest we'll ever get to celestia, bringing paradise to earth while sinning in between their heavenly bodies <3 since archons aren't bound by gender or physical forms, baal definitely can have her own dick - the way your face physically becomes an O makes baal adore you even more though yae is quickly shoving your face in between your thighs <3 you have to service both of them to the best of your abilities or they'll replace you! what better way to be devout than to worship the deities of inazuma, pleasing their bodies with your own <3

teacher assistant thoma is so sexy, he’s so tall and big but very shy and whiny once you tease him nice and good. if you think you can push gorous buttons imagine what you can do to him <333. he gets so happy when you compliment him and his nice arms or his nice chest and gosh are those abs. he literally thinks he’s gonna pass out once you go lower, how is letting a student do this to him and why is he enjoying it so much, he can’t let his whimpers get too loud as you palm him. such a cute TA cumming from only a little touch he’s so adorable sometimes -degen anon <3

twirls hair. thoma lemme sit on your lap challenge !!!

thoma is so attractive and such a simp, i love he!! MALE WIFE RIGHTS. he’s so polite and handsome n non scummy <3 ur probs gonna be the perv in the relationship hehe, making thoma cream cause of your teasing touches♡

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cw › kinda shy!gf w/ rough!bf dynamic ? idk he just slut her out. afab!reader ! hair pulling ! doggystyle ! creampie ! slight degradation ! tit grippin ! brief clit slapping &&. nipple play ! name calling ( slut , whore , bitch ) ass slapping ! diluc slutting his pretty gf out ♥︎ mdni.

a/n › I love my sexy boyfie ^_– not revised... like always...

wc › 845.

★ . . . his eyes couldn't help but focus on you, and you only. you were perfection, created in the universe' hands, molding and shifting you into the person diluc loved most. he loved you so much, he couldn't stop himself from keeping you all to himself. 

fixated on how your skin shifted into the smooth and comforting palms of his hands. you were nude, your skin heating up with each second that passed, expiring in what you thought was far slower than a second. his lips laid a trail of pigmented kisses, littering your breasts in bruising bites. 

he moved rapidly, pushing his palms up against the back of your thighs, kissing your pussy. his tongue pushed past your swelling labia, swirling his tongue along your clit. you chewed down on your lip, your fingers engrossed in a few strands of his velvety locks. he was good, too good. 

he lapped the tip of his tongue against your hole, thumb nudging against your clit. he groaned, finger guiding itself past your entrance, stimulating you in vast amounts, thick fingers stretching you apart.

your hips jolted up against his face, spreading your own thighs; desperation filling you the brim— nearly knocking the lid of your metaphorical jar completely off. 

diluc was beyond sloppy and messy, ravaging his way past your arousal, littering you in his spit, rubbing his chin in between your slit. he was denying and disregarding how your thighs twitched against his head; tongue spinning and twisting against your cunt.

he was silent. and that's what irked you even more, he was making you feel unreal, and yet, he rejects all your muffled moans and whimpers, focusing on how he pleases himself with you.

your fingers gripped the silky sheets, your hips twitching, forcing your body to uprise. you moaned— sly gasps cutting you off. "diluc!" you murmured his name various times, lips crossing over the syllables. after the misery of your legs quaking, you dropped, heavy breaths escaping your throat; oozing of your own cum.

his head leaned up, a vicious slap sent to your clit, his thumb dragging along, a heavy sigh protruding his lips. "you're usually quite silent…" a light chuckle follows after. "wanna hear more."

he pulled you close to him, fingers digging into your legs. you whimpered as he flipped you onto your stomach, hand laying flat against the small of your back. his palm slapped your ass, his digits gripping onto the fat of your ass. a proud smile found its way on his face, spreading your legs with a slight move of his knee. "you look real good, all spread out like this.." he enjoyed how pathetic you looked, your pussy revealed, faced pushed down into the bed. he was truly fascinated.

holding his cock in his hand, he slipped the tip past your drooling slit, rubbing his cock against your hole, a subtle snicker hidden behind your abrupt moan. he slid in easily, a hard smack thrown at your ass, hefty hands forcing a broken moan to fall out your mouth. "like that? lil' slut like getting fucked like a whore?"

you shoved your face deeper into the sheets, throwing your hips up against his waist, slamming down onto his cock. 

he sucked his teeth, pushing himself close against your body, warm skin colliding; creating radiation of heat. he stuffed you with his cock, his girth nearly snatching the air from your nose. his fingers pranced along your tits, finger pads rolling over your erect nipples; a slight pinch causing you to whimper.

he fucked you close, holding your breasts in his palms, he split you apart. his throbbing cock clapping against your sloppy pussy, the skin of your ass prickling from the rush of friction. you moaned, tears sloppily falling down your cheekbones, your back trembling, hips jerking, your breath fastens, the unsettling fuse in your stomach coming to an end.

his balls twitched, a quick look to the ring of cum you formed at the base of his cock. his thighs slapped your skin as his hips continued onward; watching as your body melted into the sheets, exhaustion drowning you in its essence. "my slut want my cum?" he waited for a good response, yet your lips failed to let the letters roll off your tongue. he gripped your hair, a slight tug given to your scalp. you looked him in the eyes as he fucked you with force, your dolly eyes ruined by his sinful wishes. he tilted his head slightly, sweat trickling down his forehead slowly. "want my cum? wanna be dirty? my dirty, lil slut?"

he was menacing. you shook your head up and down, your legs barely surpassing the strength to keep you on all fours. "wan' your cum, 'luc, please make me your dirty bitch!" 

his tongue slid over his lower lip, his left hand leaving your tit alone, bringing it towards your hip; slamming it against his cock. he moaned, emptying his balls, filling you with his warm cum; you'd be leaking of his cum, left trashed in his cum.