Somebody Asked For Part Two, And Yes I Shall Deliver It To You. Idk How Long It'll Take So Stay Tuned

Hi!

Can I request: Childe

Prompt: "It's not time for us to say Goodbye" Type: Hurt/Comfort.

Scenerio: Reader gets injured, maybe taking a hit meant for Childe? They're hurt pretty badly and he has to get them to a healer/doctor. As he's carrying them, the reader tries to tell him how they Love him so much, and getting ready to say goodbye but he won't let them. Happy Ending please? Thanks So Much!

Goodbye - Childe

Word count: 1.0k

Genre: Hurt/comfort

c/w: blood, mentions of his real name

No one will disagree that Childe is a bloodthirsty warrior who was meant to be dressed in blood. He belongs to the battlefield with a blood-streaked face. But your blood was one that he would not want even a pint of, yet it begins to taint his grey jacket from its tips.

Childe carefully moves your head from his forearm to the grass. He yanks his jacket off and drapes it over the wound on your torso to cover it from the rain.

With a weak voice, you quip, “Wow, you’re so hot, especially with that drenched hair of yours.”

The drizzle starts to become heavier. There’s a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“Cut it out.”

He helps you up onto his back, afraid to move whenever you wince.

You force out a laugh, making jabs at him, “Seeing fear all over the eleventh harbinger’s face is a once in a lifetime sight to behold.”

“Archons, [name], enough!”

It’s a downpour at this point but the rain doesn’t hide the distress that his voice contains. You finally desert the forced smirk on your face.

You reach up to his face but his hand squeezes it before your fingertips touch his cheek. He lifts you onto his back. He doesn’t let go until you’re fully on his back.

He stands up and commits the mistake of looking back behind him. A patch of grass stained red where you lay churns his stomach and turns it upside down. He runs.

Mount Aocang is a distance from Liyue Harbour and while he’s usually cocky about his abilities, his confidence wavers. He doesn’t think he can make it there in time.

“Childe.”

With the blood that trickles down his bare back, he knows where this is going.

“Ajax.”

He bites the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t talk. It’ll worsen the injury.”

The water droplet pelts his eyes and he curses under his breath. You take a deep inhale. “Ajax, please don’t blame yourself. No one saw that coming.”

After a moment of silence, you say, “I love you and g-”

Your words reach him even before it falls off your lips. He snaps, voice a little loud, “Please. I don’t want to hear any of it.”

It startles you, but it doesn’t do much to drive away the temptation of closing your eyes. He apologises to you, choking on the last syllable of his ‘I’m sorry’.

The rhythmic movement of your breathing against his back becomes faint elicits anxiety from him.

“[name]?”

Taking his eyes off the path ahead, he turns to see your eyes flutter open. You give an almost inaudible hum. He almost slips on a puddle and he clenches his jaw.

He contemplates whether or not he should tell you all that he ever wanted to say to you. That he should have been warier of the hilichurls while he was clearing the camp. That he thought that he never deserved love, yet the blood on his hands never stopped you from giving him all that you could. That you are the brightest star he’s ever seen since he fell into the abyss.

But he bites back his words. Saying them would be equal to admitting defeat. If you couldn’t hear it in this life, then he’d carry the words to his next.

Instead, he repeats your name over and over with increasing loudness, even when you stop responding to him. He says it as an assurance. As a plea for help. As a prayer.

The torrential rain stops as his feet step on the wooden bridge into Liyue Harbour. You hear ragged breaths and desperate cries for help just before you black out.

You wake up to warm hands that envelope yours. Childe sleeps on the seat by the bedside. He wears a grey Liyue tangzhuang that fits him just right. Your eyes trail up his arm that was usually concealed, to his faintly red, tear-stained face.

Herbalist Gui walks into the room with some medicine and makes his way to your bedside. He keeps his voice hushed not to wake Childe as he gives you a rundown of your condition. You shoot glances at your boyfriend, expecting the light sleeper to awaken.

But Childe doesn’t and Herbalist Gui catches on your worry.

“He’s having a slight fever due to the rain and exhaustion. He sat outside the operating room and refused to budge when we told him to take a shower and get changed. When he comes to, please try to persuade him to take his meds and rest in the bed right beside yours.”

You nod and he leaves you to rest. As you are about to drift off to sleep, Childe stirs in the chair. You force your eyes to open and you squeeze his hand.

His grip on your hand loosens and one of them cups your cheek.

“Don’t you dare pull that shit ever again.”

You’re about to protest that he would protect you from danger any day, so he shouldn’t tell you not to. But he doesn’t let you continue.

“It’s not time for us to say goodbye,” he mumbles, “Not now. Not in the near future. Not in our next lifetimes.”

“Alright, there’ll never be goodbyes between us. Only ‘see you’s.”

Both of you don’t realise that he’s been holding his breath until he lets out a long exhale. You get him to eat his medication and persuade him to get some proper rest. But he ends up wrapping his arms around one of yours, whining about how he doesn't want to be separated.

You think about teasing him for the big baby he is, but you spare him due to your fatigue. Without trying to aggravate your wound, you shift your body to make space for him. You pat the small space you’ve made on the bed and he climbs onto it.

Both of you shift around a little more to make some space for each other on the tiny bed meant for one. You finally settle in his arms around your body. Not long later, his breathing steadies and you figure he’s finally gone into a deep sleep.

Resting your other arm on his side, you drift off to sleep. Bodies flushed against each other, the thought parting ways distances itself from your mind. Neither of you will admit it, but a ‘see you’ would hurt all the same too.

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The price of love

Pairing: Childe x reader(?)

CW: violence, blood, broken bones, unhealthy relationships and mental illness

Synopsis: Childe loves it when you’re angry. There’s nothing better than being beneath you and taking it.

Note: THIS CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. THIS IS DARK CONTENT. I just like this idea. Also not proof read bc I’m too impatient to post.

The deep crack that resonated in the empty room did not phase you. In fact, it didn’t phase Childe either, despite feeling how his nose had broken under your fist. Had it not been for his left eye being swollen shut, he might have been able to see how the blood spewed from his fresh wound. How beautiful it looked while it landed on your skin and seemed to make you even angrier. The simple image had him smiling, but maybe that was simply him going a bit delirious.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” You grumbled, ceasing your attacks, much to his displeasure. Childe felt the beginning of a whine build up in his throat. He was ready to complain and ask (read: beg) you to keep going, before he felt your hands wrap around his throat. “I asked you a fucking question, Tartaglia. Are you not gonna answer?”

You knew damn well how hard it would be for him to reply when you were currently cutting his air supply, and he loved it. His smile widened while his eyes closed (well, only the right one could open and close). In a state of euphoria, Childe could barely remember the fact that you’d possibly choke him to death if he didn’t answer. To be honest, it was the last of his problems.

Because what could possibly be more heavenly than watching you put him back into his place? Than to have you look down at him with those eyes; those eyes with burning fury. Any other man wouldn’t be able to stand it. Any other man would have tried to fight back (in vain). But not Childe. He was smart enough to know this was the epitome of emotion. The climax of your love for him, and his for you. Because time and time again, you’d choose him to bear witness to the feelings you usually bottle up until they explode. Nothing in this world could ever come close to the intimacy this moment held for him.

“I love you.” It came out extremely strained. In fact, if you hadn’t been looking at his mouth when he said it, you probably wouldn’t have understood it at all. Childe’s smile was still spread on his lip, his right eye filled with mirth as he looked at you, practically begging you for more. Something twisted in your stomach; some vile version of affection for the man who would so easily cast his pride aside so that you could take your emotions out of him. And he usually took it so well, too. You almost felt proud of him. And maybe you’d have told him, had your anger not taken such a strong hold of you.

Your fist rose again and Childe’s stomach did flips when he noticed. His expression became a close-lipped smile when he braced himself for impact. This time, he swore you broke his cheekbone.

He loves you so much.

So I heard there was this holiday for smoochin?

Short but sweet monster school romance between Lilith, and her adorable girlfriend Willow.  Originally part of my 2015 minizines, now for you!

The Gray Raven family + Kamui

The Soul of the Death. ( PART. 1 W/ DILUC)

summaries : where you died in a tragic event and reincarnated as your s/o guardian angel.

Characters : diluc x gn!reader (separate)

contains : mention of death, heavy injuries, angst, comfort/hurt

A/N : i got inspired by one of those horror folklore my friend used to tell me. It was actually a tragic love story which lead me to feel some sort-of pity towards the characters. So here we go, an actuall angst with a spice of both comfort/hurt.

DILUC

When diluc saw you dying in his arms, all he could’ve think about is your smile. He wished you could stay longer, he wished he could apologize to you, he wish he could love you in the same amount as your love for him. He cries out for help to the people of the village whom saw the witness of your murderer and even saw the dead end of your life. but none of them respond to his plea, are they deaf?!, he hisses.

The knights of favonious have been sent to the accident after one of the elders of the village took pity on diluc. they arrive 40 minutes late. Now, all they could saw are just diluc dead eyes and your corpse in his lap.

you’ve been pronounced dead in his arms. He could only hear your last word as if it were the wind who guide you to your last breath.

But it was all up to the past he committed to, now he could’ve only see your tombstone and a hand-drawn picture of you as a remembrance of your passing. Though, he doesn’t know that now you’ve been reincarnated as a guardian for him. It was a blessing indeed, but how could you really protect him when he couldn’t even feel your presence now?

“Diluc..” you called. still, he doesn’t answer. you called him again for the tenth time. Purposingly trying to catch his attention, but no answer could be found from his mouth, as if you were just a wind whom ran through his delicate ears.

and in no time, a heavy sound could be hear next to you. shit, He fell unconscious.. you panicked. Thinking any other ways to make him awake, but really? Are you forgetting the fact he could see you if he’s unconscious?

And To his suprised, he manage to hold both of your cold hands which have ran through his soft messy hair for awhile now. As if you were still here with him.

“Love…is this you? Are you..really here..?” , his unsteady voice speaks a lot of his flowing emotions.

“Yes i’m here all the time diluc! you’re temperature is not so stable now, so please take a rest! I’ll be here to comfort you in your sleep, so please let—“

“ahaha, this is so like you, how am i dreaming of you even after everything..i missed you where have you been?” , he feel like he about to tear up anytime soon, he knew he shouldn’t have gone this far. How can a dream resembles everything about you, my dear?

He tries to hug you, and failed. his body temperature drowns him to his unconscious posture, now he could only sobs and wait for you to soothe his hair again while talking about his-now current reality with you being his none other than a guardian angel. He knew you would notice his tears, but who cares for now on? He just want to listen to your voice and feel your presence.

“I have been staying with you for awhile now…so, Diluc i’m here to comfort you even if you could no longer see me in your side.. the arrows in the accident still hurt me indeed but i do not wish for you to see me in pain after-all the love you gave me when i was still alive..”

“I have no regret on loving you..so please live well for me, i’ll stay by your side, call me if you need the wind to embrace you, alright?”

You gently soothes his hair, humming a lullaby every mother in monstadt usually sang to their children.

“oh god..you’re truly are a blessing my love”

Don’t trust people who aren’t out of breath by walking up the stairs in their school

Here are some of the animated gifs Santa Monica Studios have been putting out for God of War: Ragnarök

Sorry for the quality, tumblr only allows for 10MB gifs & these are quick & dirty rips straight from twitter which were already not great quality to start.

I'm assuming these are made to be used, so go right ahead & save & use however you like

Animator credits I could find:

Kratos making a heartshape & Kratos swearing about Valkyries by Dennis Pena, aka @/Boltfinger on twitter

Wolf paw slap by Grace Pan, one of the animators

Angrboda making faces by Jack Ebensteiner, aka @/AnimJack on twitter

Sweating Atreus by Kim Nguyen, aka @/KimbaWin on twitter

Thor sliding by Roberto Clemente, a senior combat animator

you you remind me of lets see beidou yea beidou 😋😋😱😎😰😨🙀🤯😀

Beidou?! The hot ass captain of the crux, the hottest electro women, my own main?! 💀💀 bro i feel so honored /srs

Fuck im having a writing block