"but Your Wings Are The Devil's

"but your wings are the devil's

there is a bitter next to your sweet."

He is the tempter, the conqueror with ebony wings spread as wide as the horizon and his cerulean depths undress your soul, lips tainting yours with the allure of sin. You believe the poisoned chalice he offers you of absolution? Do you not witness his intimacy with the sword, blade drinking in your reflection as he holds you dear? Question not when I name him a sinner, join him at the altar and be wedded with the spectating of the omnipresent. Lift his veil and let yourself be consumed, impaled by vehement passion in the devil's embrace. Fall from grace and into the abyss of his heavenly façade, masked with the glory of bloodlust.

"do you trust me?"

"not even the slightest bit, no."

There's nothing I love more than writing Childe in different styles, less colloquially and more like the deranged sensual manipulator he truly is - a more hmmm,,, reverent way. I think that Childe is capable of love though the Tsarita and the corruption the abyss has had on him makes his orders and desire for power a higher priority for him. My poor traumatised herculean warrior <3

If you happen to be able to guess the inspo for this random brainrot, I'll give you a kiss <3 art creds

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i want ta albedo between my legs and using my thighs as earmuffs as he eats me out. he’s so hot and the way he looks up as he enjoys and savour my juices just for him to say he didn’t enjoy it and hates me to the point where i cry. he’s such a meanie and it turns me on

this. except i also want to be between his legs choking on his cock. LISTEN TO ME, WHAT IF 69??????!?!!! anon he’s so mean why he acting as if his dick isn’t painfully hard from eating you out, face messy with a lewd mix of your juices, his drool and spit that he licks up when he’s insulting you. if he hates you so much, why does he make you feel so good? he makes you see stars with his tongue lapping at your sensitive spots and turn stupid from cumming over and over <3

gorou has the nicests breeder balls, big filled and plump <3 he loves when they hit you clit as he pounds into you. trying to keep quiet so his subordinates don’t hear his moans and whimpers, but you under him and all the lewd noises aswell as the bed creaking he just can’t help to let all his little moans out

degen anon

being the general’s breeding whore who loves the feel of gorou’s balls against her clit as they have sex in the camp!!! gorou’s moans are so cute as the both of you struggle to be as quiet as you can, not wanting to ruin the sleep of the resistance with your lustful sounds despite the overwhelming pleasure that consumes the two of you <3 when the two of you eventually wake up to get breakfast (with love bites all over your necks, cough, failed attempts of muffling your moans), it seems everyone had a restless night with dark eye circles and a new change of pants?

<3

comfy comfy comf

tenderness in the rain (the common trope of romance)

word count of 1.3k angst under the cut written as a response to the ask - "Childe's childhood sweetheart getting insecure with how much time childe is spending time with lumine." art creds

You admit that Liyue is not your familiar Morespok as the clouds heave with gentle droplets and not crystalline hail of your hometown. Would Childe too become accustomed to the landscape of Morax’s creation and no longer yearn for the icy winds of Snezhaya? Perhaps, that’s why he feels distant and more acquainted with Lumine, the saviour of Liyue. Who wouldn’t be drawn to the eye of the storm that surrounds the mystery of the traveller, hailing from the stars that alight the night sky? If the citizens were glowing lanterns, Childe was the waning moon and Lumine the brilliant diamonds accompanying him. Such negative thoughts in the evening made you sigh into your cooling tea, feeling no appetite for the seafood feast of Yue cooking as it only reminded you of the man of your affections, who no doubt at this moment would be pestering the illustrious adventurer for a spar.

At times like these, you miss the chilled bottles of alcohol that you could indulge in the taverns of Morespok. The burn of beverage could no doubt wash away the intoxicating insecurity that had you craving for Childe, desires engraved in your every waking moment. You mused that it was merely wishful thinking, for he had pervaded his way into even the escape of liquor, memories of late nights flooding your mind, reminding you of your youth with Childe. You had spent your rebellious phase with him, taking stinging shots of vodka together as teenagers, yielding to the charm of underage drinking. The subsequent headaches and scolding were shared together, hunting for foxes as repentance though the trudging trips into the snow only etched his captivating form against the pale mountain caps into your mind. You smiled to yourself, longing to be soothed by the visage of his comforting back or be swathed in his warmth, imagining him offering you his coat in the midst of shivering. If only these were drunken daydreams and not your sober self so you could have an excuse for the emotional thunderstorm in your heart.

Having been done with your meal a considerable time ago, you placed Mora on the table to leave for your temporary quarters only to be met with the bursting of the clouds above you. The light rainfall felt like a reflection on your weeping heart as you strolled onwards, how could the rain dampen your already crushed mood? When you rounded the corner past Wangsheng Parlour however, you found that, yes, the rain could cause you to fall even further apart, thunder rumbling through the city as your gaze met Lumine’s.

She had an umbrella held above her head by none other than Childe, sheltering her from the water with a fond expression, locked towards Lumine’s face. She must have noticed the wounded look on your downcast face as you turned around, heart dropping to your stomach hearing her shout of your name. You were grateful for the rain, hoping it could conceal the rivers of tears that fell from your eyes. You had never wanted to admit it, but the scene confirmed to you that your childhood sweetheart has grown up, without you and to other lovers. She’s so perfect for him, I should be happy, not hurt.

Absorbed in the dejected emotions consuming your heavy heart and miserable mind, you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings nor the obvious lack of rain soaking your form as you walked in silence. You flinched when a gloved hand brushed a tear from your cheek, eyes flicking up to see Childe, the stormy expression on his features making your heart sink even further. Ah, I must’ve interrupted their date. You tried to find the words to apologise, only managing out a soft spoken “I’m sorry-”

“For what? Who made you cry?” Huh? Who made me cry? You let out an incredulous scoff to yourself, finding humor in the situation and mumbling a half-hearted excuse, “Nobody, it’s not like it matters. I must’ve bothered you and Lumine, that’s why I said sorry.”

“Of course it matters to me y/n, who would dare to make my beloved upset? You could never bother me, don’t apologise for no reason.” You choked at the sudden mention of “beloved”, taken aback by the conflicting statements of Childe to your heart’s dejected state. Stunned speechless, you could despondently cry as his arms made his way around you, eyes closing shut in a desperate prayer that this wasn’t a delusion. Childe’s heartbeat against yours felt real. It was racing, just like your thoughts and his low murmurs of ‘there, there’ accompanied with his hands running through your hair had you defeated in his embrace. I’m so in love with him. I can’t help feeling sad and happy at the same time, how strange. You could feel yourself calming to the sound of his reassuring tone, heart returning to ease. How a simple motion of being held tightly by Childe could make your world’s axis realign and find the courage to ask, “Who's your beloved?”

“It’s you, of course it’s you. It’s always been you, ever since we were foolish kids and even now as we stand in the rain. You made me happiest when I saw you again in front of me in Liyue, where I was far from home and you. You make me happy now, in my hold and I promise you, I will get revenge on whoever made you cry.”

His comfortingly familiar voice in your ear made you bury your blushing face into his collarbone, too tickled pink to tell him the now embarrassing truth and misunderstandings in your doubtful mind. “If you can’t tell me immediately, that’s fine. Though, sweetheart never turn away from me alright? Tsarita’s mission has been difficult and you have been my light in this harrowing tunnel of change. Soon enough, we will return after this mission is complete and I will have you in Snezhaya, where we belong.”

You felt a smile curve your lips upwards, feeling at peace at last in this turbulent storm of a night. In the distant earshot, you could hear Paimon exclaim to Lumine, “Finally he’s made up with y/n! He’s been so pent up recently, always wanting a fight because he doesn’t want to bother y/n who seemed distant.” Lumine hushed Paimon, “Shhh… I don’t think we’re meant to be here. Let’s not bother the lovebirds, I bet he hasn’t even confessed his feelings for her yet!” Paimon’s cordial exclamation of “What a bad boyfriend!” made you giggle to yourself which made Childe part from you, a worried expression on his handsome face examining yours for any change. Feeling courageous with the turn of events, you leaned forward, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips before pulling away. “I like you, Childe. I always have since our childhood and I felt insecure that you were spending so much time with Lumine. You made me cry but it’s all okay now, just as long as you become my boyfriend!”

Out of breath from the hurried jumble recounting your feelings and thoughts and abrupt proposal of formal relationship after the nervous kiss, you prepared yourself for rejection by closing your eyelids, only for them to open wide at the feeling of Childe’s lips pressed passionately against yours. He seems to steal your breath from your empty lungs even more, leaving you breathless as he pulls away with a beaming smile on his face. “I’m so glad that you like me too. I will never let you cry again because of a reason that is my fault and easily fixed. I’ll be your boyfriend y/n, your husband if you would let me too. I love you.”

© all the original writing belongs to lavenprinz, 2021

A/N: and that’s a wrap <3 i have listened to too many sad songs trying to get in an angsty comfort mood but i’m over it and i hope this is a comforting/ pleasing ending for you all !!! i totally live for the miscommunication idea and that no, childe was not purposely ignoring you, he just felt that you were feeling off and was waiting for you to come to him and tell him! he cares about your feelings very much but respects you ehe (that’s why he waited for you to tell him abt it!!! but u crying made him go :OOOO) . lumine def supports you <333 you just mistook his friendly gaze as ‘tender’ towards her hehe. plz have a good day after reading this and know that you r very important n loved esp by me !!!

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Childe's childhood sweetheart getting insecure with how much time childe is spending time with lumine. Imagine the angst potential.

as a lover of lumine i would fall for her but yes, the angst is there.

it may have been years since childe had been by your side in morespok but you were certain that you two were as close as ever when reunited in liyue. except for an addition of the hero adventurer, lumine. she's eye capturing, the type of beauty you see once in a lifetime like a shooting star and you hate to admit it, but lumine seems like a perfect fit for childe. she's capable of fighting childe and even beats him, something you were yet to do. you felt like an awkward thirdwheel when childe and lumine talk, just like paimon - it's not like she's the main character and you're a forgotten side character though when they smile at each other, your heart aches. childe spends so much time with lumine too, constantly asking her for a spar - you may not be as adept as she is, though you could try as long as he would look your way. the insecurity eats at your heart when his attention diverts from you, feeling lost as if in the harsh winters of snezhaya.

A/N: lemme know if you want childe comforting reader anon !!! i'm happy 2 write that hehe <3

update: currently working on more angst !!! do i even wanna comfort you guys not rlly. but it’s being written ehe (wc currently 700!)

update 2.0: the continued version/full piece to this ask is now up! find it here <3

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