ੈ✩ 𝘱𝘰𝘷; you caught the mafia boss’ attention.-
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- Опубліковано 22 сер 2023
- what yall mean i have a favorite character?? i love all my men equally- proceeds to make three playlists featuring childe
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彡 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶
「👾」#genshinimpact
「🦹」#tartaglia , #childe , #ajax
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❥ || 𝐚𝐫𝐭 & 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞! I only did the editing and compiling 🥺
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彡 𝑪𝑶𝑷𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational, or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
childe nation, we win again in fontaine 😩💗
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0:00 ࿐ ‧₊˚ feeling good, michael bublé
3:08 ࿐ ‧₊˚ look at me, why don’t we
5:03 ࿐ ‧₊˚ coffin, plvtinum (slowed ver.)
6:51 ࿐ ‧₊˚ king of my heart, taylor swift
10:17 ࿐ ‧₊˚ shameless, camila cabello
13:53 ࿐ ‧₊˚ mi casa su casa, omar rudberg
16:16 ࿐ ‧₊˚ how i look on you, ariana grande
19:06 ࿐ ‧₊˚ devil in a dress, rhea raj
20:57 ࿐ ‧₊˚ the take, tory lanez & chris brown
24:37 ࿐ ‧₊˚ rush, william singe
27:48 ࿐ ‧₊˚ medicine, syd
30:44 ࿐ ‧₊˚ okay, chase atlantic
thank you for listening + watching ! ◞♡°
❥ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤: open.spotify.com/playlist/6tD9Wo2NiGqDeunsUy7ZCi?si=86cade3fd04044a6
❥ 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝!: heavn_sent
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I never knew I needed this playlist until I found it. Now I can’t imagine living without it. Lol
AND WE FEELING GOOD
*music*
Aah, I'm feeling good. It's jemise you know how I feel
@@ZaynAndRyxriver running free, u know how I feel 😏
@@meneserglass on the tree?~🤭? (I don't know that part)
@@ZaynAndRyxBlossom on the tree😊
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Can I post my one shot here?
“Whiskey? Champagne?” he heard your question as you lowered down the tray to show him the drinks.
“And if I say you, would you mind?”
You tilt your head to the side, smiled and decided to just leave. This man is definitely drunk to asked such question, you thought.
Plus, you’ve been serving different wealthy men and women in this luxurious 5-Star Hotel for years now that you’ve encountered similar situations. Which leads you to either receiving a punishment for defending yourself or swallowing your pride to apologize for something that was never your fault.
The salary is what keeps you working despite experiencing humiliation in front of the guests. You can’t find any job that feeds your family and make your siblings attend college and the fact you’re the only one who works. You just need to endure it.
“I asked if I can have you.”
You turned around to the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing navy-blue double-breasted pinstripe suit with a black turtleneck sweater. He sure looks cozy especially this cold night.
“Pardon?” fatigue seems to get in your way that you can’t figure out what he was saying.
You saw him sighed and chuckled under his breath. He threw away the cigarette on the ground after inhaling it once. Hands in his pockets, he approached you.
You could have run. You could have just walk away from him but he’s too interesting to miss. The next thing you knew, he’s already holding your hands, dragging you away from the function hall.
“W-Wait...” you tried to free yourself from his grasp but he would just tighten it every time you do. “I will shout for help if you will not let me go.”
A smirk was formed on his lips when you threatened him. That was the cutest threat he received in his entire life.
“Why won’t you give it a try?” he provoked without looking at you.
Your brows furrowed with his response so you tried but your mouth went dry when you noticed five, no, fifteen men surrounding the two of you just a few meters away. You sensed danger as you scan these scary looking guys. And you already know you’ll be good as dead if you tried to provoke whoever this man may be that is dragging you.
“I’m truly Sir if I offended you in anyway. I promise I will ….” you start rambling as soon as he let go of your hand, your eyes fixed on the ground and hands clenched on your little black dress. You could feel your heart slamming against your chest.
“So, you will do anything?” he interrupted your long-winded speech but he was patiently listening to it.
You looked at him confused, unable to answer.
“You just said you will do anything as a consequence of your…what was that? Rudeness?”
“Ahh, yes sir! Anything. As long as my manager and the owner will become the witnesses. So, why don’t we go back to the hotel and fix everything?” you answered rapidly. You just want to get out of this trouble and save your not-so precious life.
You turned around and took two steps away from him but the scary guys blocked your way. You tried going to your left. Blocked. Then you went to the right. Blocked again.
“You don’t remember me?” he suddenly asked as he lit another cigarette.
You turned around dumbfounded with his question. ‘Do I owe him any money? Is he a debt collector? Wow. Do debt collector really dressed this way nowadays?’ you thought.
“Answer me.”
Your train of thoughts popped with his command. “I don’t… remember you.” You answered hesitantly.
He sighed. Sadness was evident in his eyes as soon as he heard your answer. Was I supposed to remember him?
He puffed the cigarette in frustration. He was too hopeful that she will remember him even after 6 years. Was 6 years too long ago?
A handkerchief was forcefully placed in your mouth resulting of you getting unconscious after inhaling the scent.
“Its fine. I found you now.” A big victorious grin was plastered on his face as you fell on his arms.
Well?
Plz part 2!
Honey part 2 🙏pls
holy sh- you have any... wattpad? ao3? Like GODDDD
BRO U GOT WATTPAD???
Part 2 plz!
Pov:
You're at a club with your girls in a backless black dress with a halter neck dropping low. Your hair is perfect and you know you look good so you decide to play a little game. You spot a man sitting in one of the private booth with a cigarette in his mouth and bodyguards on his left and right. He looks straight out of a mafia romance book. You make eye contact with him and silently accept a challenge.
You start swaying your hips and laughing with your friends. They catch on and give you knowing glances. You're a dancer and know exactly what moves make you look the best, so you do just that. You keep glancing his way and find him staring every single time. He takes a puff and doesn't break eye contact the whole time. You turn your back to him and slide your hair to the front, showing off the back of the dress and dancing the night off. You can feel his stare trickling down your back and all you wanna do is look back, but you aren't going to give him that satisfaction.
You feel a hand come around your waist. "Mission Accomplished", you think but when you turn around its not him. You tell the creepy guy to move off you but he doesn't budge. By the time you could process anything, a fist meets the guy's face and knocks him out. "Are you okay, mi amor?" You hear a voice saying. You look up and you're face to face with the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on. He's the one.
Hello ! Plz do a part 2! (>w
perfect.
Please a part 2!!!
Part 2 please 🙏 and thanks so much for 1st the POV:
I'm still here in a very dark room waiting and watching from a far wanting you so bad I can feel you inside merged making me feel it so good in me
Okay because I am trash for Childe, here we go, POV time- femme coded reader but gender netural terms most of the time (one instance of "lady"):
Working in a mafia club wasn’t a long-term career, but it was a well paying one. Tips got competitive in a place that thrived on conspicuous money, and you made sure to bend, and smile, and bat your lashes just enough to keep the young bucks entertained and eager to show off.
You knew none of them really thought a tip would get anything more than jealousy from the other patrons - no one in one of the families would actually be interested in a member of staff - and that safety let you thrive. Winks, blushes, even the occasional blown kiss was enough to make sure you got enough to cover your rent in a week.
Roll with it for a few years, remember how useful it was to forget everything you saw at the end of each night, retire from this and train into something more stable. That’s what you told yourself before each shift.
The risk of dying in a shoot out, well. You tried not to linger on that. Could happen if you were working in a bank or a coffee shop too, the guns were just a little more common here. But so what? Something had to kill you eventually.
That had been what you’d thought, until someone had a gun pressed to your temple, his arm around your throat, as he shouted at the unflappable Childe. Still seated, smirking over the rim of his glass, Childe seemed entirely unbothered that a man was pointing a gun at him, the gunman’s companion holding you hostage at the same time.
You’d been bringing Childe a fresh whisky, the glass shattered on the floor, tray still in your hand, when the men had muscled into the private room. One member of his team was dead on the floor, a bullet in his forehead, and yet Childe just sat, sipping, glancing laconically between the men. He still looked good in his suit, even - jacket discarded, tie a little loose, shirt sleeves rolled up to show the solid muscle of his forearms. Perfecty in place, as natural here as wolf in the woods, even down to the sharpness of his smile. He’d be attractive in other circumstances. This was one of the luxurious rooms, leather sofas, plenty of soundproofing for the privacy of guests, dim lighting to avoid anyone feeling guilty about stains left behind.
You’d never anticipated they’d be blood, powder and other white substances was enough. You didn’t want to die here tonight.
“You’re Y/N, aren’t you?” Childe twisted in his seat, looking at you. You nodded, the metal biting into the thin skin at your temple with the movement. It was a surprise he knew your name. “Shame. I like your style. Sorry you got caught up in this, doll.”
Sorry? Sorry! That was a goodbye, that wasn’t what you said before you helped someone. Oh screw the red headed little freak, you weren’t being caught in anyone’s crossfire. “It’s a risk with the club.”
“Shut up!” The man holding you pressed the gun harder into your skull and that was quite enough of that, thank you very much.
You took a deep breath, gripping the tray hard in one hand. Exhaling you shot the tray up, slamming the man hard in the face once, twice, a third time for luck. Dropping the tray you grabbed the arm around your neck, sinking your nails in as you tugged it closer and shoved your hips back, dipping hard towards the floor. Tossing him over your lowered head, towards Childe, you stamped hard on his face when he landed, grateful for the crack you heard as your foot connected with his nose.
His friend shouted, loud in the small space, and that was all the distraction Childe needed to grab his own gun, firing off shots into both the man on the floor and the one stood before him. Blood spurted across you, livid hot through the thin uniform they had you wearing here. You stood, shivering, blinking between the bodies. You were alive. It worked.
“That was very effective, darling, I’m impressed. They train you here?” Childe asked. You shook your head, finally looking up at him. His drink was still in his free hand, the ice tinkling against the glass. “That was just you then? Extra impressive, Y/n. Colour me intrigued as well.”
You nodded, trying to suck air into your lungs. They were both dead. Three bodies on the floor, and blood cooling against your chest and abdomen. This what what they called shock, right? “A lady had to take care of herself.”
“I bet you do. I just bet you do.” He smirked, taking another sip, his gun still out. “Why don’t you come sit with me so you don’t drop on the floor, sweetheart? We can cuddle up until the rest of my men come clean up.”
He patted the seat next to him, slipping his gun away in an easy movement. There wasn’t much choice, even if he phrased it as a request. Shakily, you picked your way between the bodies, crossing to him and sinking down into the space waiting for you.
Childe’s arm immediately slipped over your shoulder, pulling you closer. “You did so well there, darling. Let me give you a little reward.”
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Let me know if you all want a pt2, to show the reward *wink, wink*
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give ussss
Omg I NEED PART 2 PRETTY PLEASE!
Part2 pls
Part 2 pleaseeeeeeee
POV: You're the daughter of a mobster whose gang is feuding with Childe.
Elusive. Tricky. A merciless beast that knows no good..
Or just Childe.
It's hard to hear about him in the ordinary world, but in the criminal world everyone knows about him. And you are no exception. Being the daughter of a major mafia boss, whose group has been feuding with Child's group for a long time, you often heard unflattering expressions from your father about this red-haired killer.
But you weren't really worried about it. Your father was rich, he allowed you a lot, and in the end you were a damn spoiled brat with an inflated self-esteem, bearing the title of "Daddy's Princess".
You gave all of yourself to hanging out in expensive clubs, beautiful clothes and everything else that rich brats do at your age.
And you slipped out of the mansion again, outwitting your bodyguards. Wearing a short pretty dress that barely covered your legs, you confidently strode inside the club, loudly tapping your heels. Security let you through, you didn't even have to introduce yourself. After making a short call to your friends so that they quickly dragged their asses to the club, you, as usual, headed to the second floor of the club, where your favorite VIP room was located, which no one dared to occupy except you. But this time it was different.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but this VIP room is already occupied ..Let me find another room for you."
The apologetic voice of the employee did not stop you at all. Rolling your eyes, you snorted and shouted:
"I don't fucking care! Get out of the way!"
Having pushed aside the guards, you suddenly opened the doors to the VIP room and froze in shock. In the room, in dim lighting with quiet music, a red-haired man was sitting, people in black suits were standing behind him, and a man was kneeling in front of him, shaking with fear, at whom the muzzle of a gun was pointed.
All attention shifted to the girl. Childe looked slightly annoyed, but when he saw her, the corners of his lips stretched into a caustic grin.
"Oh? A new guest, isn't it?"
Suddenly you were pushed inside, the doors were blocked by strong men. Pursing your lips, you looked intently at Childe and took one hesitant step forward, clutching the fabric of your dress.
He laughed softly at your indecision and beckoned you with the muzzle of the gun to him.
"Your daddy is either pretty damn sure that I won't hurt you, or he's a complete idiot for letting you go to places like this without a security escort."
His cold tone was at odds with his smug grin as his gaze wandered unabashedly over your dress. One of his men put his hand on your shoulder and forcefully led you to the couch where Childe was sitting.
You were scared and at the sight of the weapon in the hand of this madman, you felt your fingers go numb.
Roughly grabbing you by the waist, Childe pulled you closer to him, straightened up on the couch and raised the gun. With the muzzle of the gun, he drove along your curves, teasingly clicking his finger on the trigger. The muzzle of the gun dropped lower, on his stomach, accompanied by his mocking phrases.
"Choose where you catch a bullet, dear. Maybe in the stomach? Or what about your pretty thighs?"
"N.. no.."
Your trembling voice echoed through the room.
The cold metal sank lower, reaching the edge of your dress, but it didn't stop. In one motion, he slid the muzzle of the gun under your dress and buried himself between your legs, rubbing cold metal on your panties, making you shudder and shrink in fear.
"Oh, come on, I'm not as cruel as you think. You're flinching with excitement, right?"
Childe muttered. No one in the room dared to say a word. They all knew about Childe's nature and the consequences.
Suddenly, as if he had lost interest in you, Childe pulled a gun out from under your dress and pushed you aside with a languid wave of his hand.
"Get out of here, brat. Next time, I won't fall for your cute, timid face, doll."
And you left. You didn't remember coming home. You just locked yourself in your bedroom, not opening the door to the worried servants, when suddenly your phone screen lit up.
A message from an unknown number.
"Daddy's princess doesn't miss the muzzle of my gun by any chance? If you want to provide your father with a quiet life, you will definitely come here tomorrow night."
An address was attached to the message. Your heart beat faster with fear.
But you don't want any trouble for your daddy, right?
[I'M SORRY I WROTE THIS IN DELIRIUM... English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if you find mistakes.]
UPD: lol I wrote part two , if anyone is interested, you can follow the comments and find part two in the answers. !
Mm art 😌 loved it
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Commenting here because I'll be back with a pov. Dont worry yall
I'm back with the POV!
You needed a job as soon as possible. Your abusive parents kicked you out because they didn't need you anymore. It was really painful, you went days living life in an endless nightmare. You used all your savings to spend on a cheap bungalow so you could stay for a few days until you find a job.
Your friend was kind enough to take you in for a few weeks, Even though she reassured you it was fine for you to stay you still felt guilty as hell. You didn't want to burden her that's why you were hunting for a job in the first place.
You were desperate, your friend gave you everything, food, drink and shelter but still, you saw how busy she had gotten with you being with her. She had to to work harder to afford a life for herself and for you as well and it made you feel so repentant.
You felt hopeless, you didn't know what to do anymore. However, one night everything changed. You saw on a website that there was a club that was recruiting dancers. You saw that the payment was grandly and you knew you couldn't let this opportunity get away.
Their description fits you so well, they needed a good dancer that was able to amuse the guests for a long time and it was convenient for you. You signed up and after finalizing all the formalities you waited. And waited but nothing.
A few days passed by and you thought that you were not elected, you nearly burst into tears when suddenly your phone notification went off. You saw the email from them that you were chosen, and you felt so happy. Finally, you'll be able to have a job and get your own money so you can move out and not burden your friend anymore.
While your friend was out working, you didn't waste time to get prepared to go to the address of the club. You were very anxious. You didn't know what kind of dance you would be doing, thankfully you had a few talents in dancing so you did not have any doubts about the dancing aspect. As you reached the club, you unexpectedly felt more worried. Your short black dress cling on to you revealing all your sexy curves which turned alot of attention on you.
You tried to ignore the attention you were getting and walked through the crowd of people and at the bar. Once you arrived at the bar, you took a seat, as you looked around you could notice a man, a very handsome man with ginger hair. He was surrounded by girls and guys included.
You didn't know who he was but you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was just so captivating in every way possible. Your knees got weak and your heart thumps loudly in your chest. You couldn't believe you were feeling all of these emotions from just gazing at this man.
Girls were falling to their knees for him, they sounded so desperate trying to get his attention. Guys were surrounding him, each giving him a lighter to light his cigarette.
Your stomach flip as his eyes flickers to yours. He was seated on a couch opposite you and you notice how he started manspreading upon noticing your presence at the bar. You grip the stool you were sitting on tightly to try and calm down while the eye contact is being prolonged.
You could notice a smirk appearing on his face before his attention gets diverted by the girls who was talking to him. He seems bored by them not even entertained in the slightest bit.
You decided to look away from him to order something, it was quite a while since you drank alcohol. You drink down the liquor you ordered and sigh in satisfaction at the taste.
While you were lost in drinking, you didn't notice him staring at you, his eyes scanning you up and down. His eyes was studying every curves of your body, it seems like he took an interest in you already. You were by far the most fascinating thing in this club for him. In his eyes you were the one he desired to pursue.
He inhales sharply and puff out a breath of smoke from his cigarette while his eyes remained on you. The fact that you effortlessly took his attention like that was what made it all delighting to him. How a simple girl like you was able to make his senses go animalistic. Truly, you must be unique to get the mafia's boss attention.
You got a text on your phone that gave you the instructions of what you should be doing for tonight. Your job for this evening was to dance for a designated guest but the guest could be anyone.
You felt apprehensive but you took profound breaths to calm down. You glance at the direction of the man one last time but he was not there anymore. You felt a bit disappointed that he left already.
You made your way to the area where you'd be dancing for a random stranger. Opening the door to the room, you saw red led lights, a huge bed and a couch. On that couch there was someone seated but you couldn't see who it was clearly due to the dim lights in the room.
You close the door behind you which automatically locked, it was odd but you shrugged it off. "go along darling, dance for me, show me your best moves" you hear the man's voice and your clothes almost flew off your body at that very moment.
His voice sounded like it was dripping with honey, so sensual, so enticing and so heavenly. You complied, you moved your body in sexy ways, for the first time ever you felt as if you were at the top of the world.
You still couldn't see him but you didn't care, you wanted to dance for him, to make him satisfy, his voice alone was what you required. As you resume dancing you could see him urging you forward with his finger and so you obliged.
Moving closer to him you finally caught a sight of his face. Your jaw dropped, it was the same guy from earlier, the one with ginger hair. The one that made your body be consume with desire. "good to see you too, love" you stop dancing as his arms surrounded your waist pulling you on his lap.
"how about i show you something better than dancing hm?" he grazes your waist with his fingers, you couldn't help but whimper. His eyes stare at you with desire. He grasps your waist and moves you up and down on him. You could feel a bulge underneath you, it was enormous.
Your eyes broadened and you let out a moan as your hands flew to his shoulders. He leans down to inhale your scent. His tongue comes out to lick at your neck in circular motions. You felt yourself getting soaked at this.
Eventually, he shifts his lips towards your cheeks, and then he pulls away to admire the mess he just made out of you. "Needy but stunning" he says as he brushes his lips against your own.
You gave in instantly and connected your lips to his in a fiery kiss. So passionate that you could sense the entire room burning like a wildfire in a forest.
He was going to make love to you, you didn't even care if it was going to be your first time. You needed to be filled and pounded so roughly that you couldn't walk for the next few weeks.
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WE EATING GOOD TONIGHT AT THIS POV
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POV (angsty, fluffy, a lil smutty. once again really long for your reading pleasure)
"You know your mission. This operation hinges on your success." Your boss spoke through the earpiece you wore.
"Yes, sir." You affirmed, "I won't fail."
"I put my trust in you, agent. Don't disappoint me." With that, you heard a small click of the audio disconnecting, prompting you to remove the earpiece.
As you exited the 'employees only' area of the bar, your eyes immediately searched the establishment for your target.
It wasn't hard to spot him. He was quite lively and his entourage failed to blend in, miserably.
As you watched him, you could already feel a headache coming on. You just hoped, you could get this one over with quickly.
Childe tended to enjoy his nights at the club drinking, playing various hazardous games and most of all, surrounded by women... and men... and anything in between. The shameless bisexual didn’t discriminate.
In the days and nights you had been watching his habits, you had managed to amass quite the reputation around the place. You had been employed at the strip club since the start of your mission, climbing the ranks quite easily until you were the crown jewel of the establishment.
It was a little humiliating to flaunt your body like this, but it was all for a greater purpose. Or at least that’s what you told yourself every time you had to swallow your pride at the start of your shift.
Today, however, would be your last day. You had finally caught Childe’s attention, enough for him to request a ‘private session’.
You weren’t exactly looking forward to it, seducing the enemy, but you’ve done much more unsavoury things in your time as an agent.
At least he was hot. That was one saving grace to this whole thing.
“Charmer!” The owner of the club called you over, using the performer name he knew you by, “where have you been? He’s been asking for you since he came in today.”
‘Of course he has.’ You sighed internally, putting on a sweet smile along with your ‘customer service’ persona, “oh? I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy preparing that I haven’t even noticed the time.”
“Yeah, yeah. Save your excuses and go. The others had to step in for you.” He sighed, shooing you further in, towards the private rooms.
“Got it.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before daring to open the room he pointed out.
You were surprised at how crowded it was. The owner really didn’t lie when he said ‘others’ in plural. You wondered how in the Abyss was Childe not feeling claustrophobic with so many people in such a small space.
“Ah, there they are.” Childe smirked as he noticed you enter, “the main event has finally decided to show up.”
The workers that were surrounding him, even partially splayed out on him or hanging off his arm, quickly took that as a sign to leave as they, gracefully, scrambled out of the room.
“I’m sorry it took so long, sir.” You looked at him with an apologetic expression as you slowly made your way to him.
“There’s nothing apologize.” He waved your apology off with an intrigued smile. He looked you up and down, “I can see it was the worth the wait.”
“I’m flattered.” You felt the urge to roll your eyes. Despite that, you made it sound as if you were flustered by his words, “I’ll be sure to make it up to you.”
“Please do,” he motioned for you to begin as he sat back in an almost signature relaxed pose of a mob boss, “show me what you’ve got for me.”
Stereotypical much?
You performed your basic routine, lingering on every little move you knew caught people’s attention, all with a serious, but oddly alluring aura.
The whole time, you felt his gaze on you. If you were any normal worker, you might have cracked under the pressure. His presence was insanely suffocating to anyone who could pick up on it.
It was almost like a conversation in itself, your body language and small glances showing off things hidden to anyone who was trained to see.
In retrospect, perhaps, that’s what gave you away.
You were too good at the game.
Once your main performance came to an end, you recovered from your last position, leading your body into a proper stance with a single fluid movement.
“Impressive.” His voice was laced with amusement as you heard him applaud you, “very impressive.”
You did a small, elegant bow, “I’m very happy it was up to your standards.”
“Up to? Dear, it was beyond anything I have ever expected.” He complimented beckoning you closer, “if you don’t mind.”
You feigned a coy smile as you took a few steps forward, leaning closer to him, “you are too kind.”
“I am simply stating the truth.” He took your hand, placing a light kiss on your knuckles before pulling you even closer, making you fall into his lap, “it’s hard to believe you’re so new to this. Tell me, how did someone so innocent-looking end up in a place like this?”
You caught onto his comment, assuming the owner had told him you haven’t been employed there for long, “life finds a way. This one simply lead me here.”
“Then I should thank the fates for letting me meet such a divine being.” His voice was like velvet, soft to the touch. Yet somehow, the words felt artificial, fake and cheap.
It was weird. Subtracting the environment and your mission, it was almost as if this whole scene was just him courting you. The flowery language, kind and seductive gestures, everything.
You thought you had him. That you were in the perfect position to do what you had came here for, but...
“It’s just such a shame...” he trailed off, his tone changing, darkening.
This shift took you off guard. You felt something was wrong, very wrong.
“What is?” You asked confused, almost letting your nervousness slip.
“That you’re here take care of me.” He whispered as you felt his hold on you tighten as he pulled you to him.
Your heart dropped as you realized you were busted, but you still tried to play it off, to salvage the situation, “I don’t understand...”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” He chuckled lowly, placing his head on your shoulder as he spoke directly to you, his words barely a whisper, “don’t take it personal.”
*****
You had lost track of how long you were there, but it must have been a few weeks with how numb your hands felt tied behind your back.
At least they had the decency to dress you properly and didn’t leave you in that awfully revealing outfit you had on when Childe knocked you out.
Speaking of Childe, he has come around a few times to ‘check in’ and see if you were in the mood to spill the beans, his attempts largely unsuccessful as you either ignored him entirely or just looked at him with an annoyed expression.
Although, you did prefer his visits... the other kinds were much less harmless.
Either, there was the blunt force torture. Getting your nose broken, a few black eyes and bruises. In general, the normal violence.
Or, in your opinion, the much worse alternative of that damned mint-haired scientist using you as a test subject. Mostly, it was just pain inducing drugs with no lasting effects, but some made you feel sick for days.
You were still pretty delirious from your last visit when the door opened again, the light making your eyes hurt. You groaned quietly, “ugh...”
“I think I should tell Dottore to take it easy on you.” Childe commented as he examined you.
You could vaguely feel his grip on your chin as he checked you for injuries, your senses were all over the place.
“Ready to talk now? It’s getting kind of sad.” He sighed. It’s not like he was thrilled about you getting so roughed up. He wasn’t exactly lying when he said he found you appealing and this was just an insult to the work of art that you were in his eyes. Also, he felt kind of bad.
Your skin was covered in various bruises and scrapes. Your lip was busted, your eyes droopy as you tried to stay awake despite being extremely tired... or maybe you couldn’t sleep. It’s not like it mattered at this point.
“Come on, agent. Don’t be stubborn. Just spill, just a little and this can all be over.” He tried to persuade you.
Any normal person would have taken the offer by now, but after close examination, you were not normal.
*(Continuation in comments)*
*(Continuation Part 1)*
“Go to the Abyss...” You grunted in defiance, managing to hold eye contact now that he was so close.
“Been there, done that. Not a nice place to stay.” He chuckled at your retort, his mood shifting a little. He let your chin go, leaning back a little.
Your head fell with its own weight now that it wasn’t being supported, but you still looked up at him with your eyes.
“...”
“...”
You both looked at each other in silence for a moment before he let out a sigh, getting up from his crouched position, “fine. Have it your way. I’ll figure a different way to make you talk.”
...
You thought that would be the end of it and the cycle would continue as before, maybe with some small adjustments.
That was before some of his men came in the next day, untying you from the chair and leading you somewhere. Well, it was more like being dragged if anything.
You were thrown into a foreign room rather unceremoniously. Pushed into the doorway and left sitting on the floor, actually. It took you a while to recover from the sudden change of scenery before noticing a tall woman approach you.
“I’m Verochka, but you can call me Vera.” she introduced herself as she helped you up from the floor. She wore a mask covering her eyes, the same as the other Fatui that you had encountered before, “I’m here to help you get around the compound. Think of me as your handmaiden.”
You were baffled, “move around... the compound?”
“Yes. Were you not informed?”
You gave her a gesture to continue, obviously not informed.
“I see.” She sighed, “the boss has decided to free you. Sort of. You are to be his escort from now on.”
“Escort?” You scrunched up your nose. He couldn’t possibly be serious.
*****
Turns out, he was 100% serious.
Though, once you had settled into your new position, you had realized it was a more innocent request than you had previously thought. PG-13 and all.
Sure, sometimes he made you sit in his lap, but that was far from what you had expected. If anything, he was a gentleman.
Your daily duties had turned from ‘torture, rest, torture, rest’ to pretty much hanging out with your enemy’s leader, which was surprisingly pleasant.
“What’s your name, agent?” He asked. He had been pestering you about it for a while now, saying something about ‘agent’ feeling detached, too impersonal for the amount of time you had been spending together.
You had always told him the same thing, “That’s classified.”
“Oh, come on. You’re no fun.” He almost pouted, supporting his head with his hand as he leaned onto the dinner table. Over time, you had found out he was rather playful with those he trusted.
Did that mean he trusted you? At least a little?
The agent in you basically jumped with joy at that, saying, ‘Perfect! A way to finish the job.”
But something in you started to feel bad.
You had actually started to like him as a person.
“Say what? I’ll give you a nickname.”
“Do what you want.” You shrugged, instead attempting to finish the rather delicious food that had been presented to you.
Did he remember which foods you liked over your stay? You wouldn’t put it past him.
“Hmm... I did say you reminded me of a divine being at first.” He thought out loud, “How about ‘goddess’?”
You almost choked on your food at that.
“No, you’re right. We’re not there yet.”
‘Yet?’ You gave him an incredulous look which he promptly ignored.
“‘Angel’?” He mulled the new idea over, feeling how it felt in regards to you, “... no, too innocent now that you’ve showed your true colours. Not that I don’t like your stubborn self.”
You glared at him when you noticed his teasing smirk, “tch.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” He chuckled, tapping his chin as he tried to complete his self-assigned task of naming you, “I got it! A ‘muse’... from now on, you’ll be known as my muse.”
“A muse?” You furrowed your eyebrows. How in the Abyss did he choose that one?
“Mm-hm. You inspire me to be a better person.” He explained rather smugly.
You snorted, “You? A better person? Don’t make me laugh.”
“I think, I already did, my dear muse.”
*****
“Give back!”
“No way!” You squeaked as you dodged something he threw at you to stop your escape. You may have snatched his mask thingy when he wasn’t looking.
He didn’t take too kindly to that.
It started a tug of war before the running began, you had basically ran through half the building as he cursed you out for already learning the layout so well.
What could you say? You were a spy and a trained assassin. Of course, you had to be good at directions.
“Give back my mask, agent.” He commanded as you, once again, avoided his attempted grapple.
“What happened to ‘muse’, boss?” You snorted as you ran up the stairs to the second floor.
“Muse is a nickname for good companions. You’re not being very good right now.” He heaved, getting tired of your shit, also the running.
“Aww. Is someone cranky today?”
“I’ll show you cranky, you little brat.” He growled, frustrated at your constant evasions.
The whole time, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. You’d chalk it up to some of the agents you had passed in the hallway, but this felt different. More focused, as if the person had a bone to pick with you just for existing.
From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a glint glasses would make, as well as the bottom of a heavy cloak as the figure turned away, deciding to end their disgruntled staring.
The chase seemed like it went on forever before you finally backed yourself into a corner. You had accidentally picked a room with no second exit. A vacant guest bedroom.
“Admit defeat and give it back.” Childe said, holding out his hand as he blocked the door, the only way out that wouldn’t guarantee a fall from the second floor window.
“Never.” You stuck out your tongue at him playfully, standing your ground.
“Tch. Come here, you imp.” He took a step into the room, then another, then another. He was going to catch you if you didn’t do something.
“Not a chance- Agh!-” You tried to avoid him and sprint out again, but this time he was ahead of your game, catching your wrist before slamming you into the nearest wall, pinning your wrists above your head.
“Got you.” He chuckled darkly, peering down at you, trying to make you feel smaller.
“Damn you and your long arms.” You pouted, suppressing a laugh at his expression.
You weren’t sure when you had started to enjoy his company this much. It would only spell more trouble for you in the future, but right now, it didn’t matter to you.
“I’ll take that, thank you.” He whispered mockingly as he took his mask from you, despite all your protests.
“Hey! I worked so hard for that.” You snickered, trying to snatch it again.
“Oh shut it, you thief.” He sighed, unable to hide the joking tone.
“What’s up with the new nicknames?” You asked teasingly, trying to hide the fact that you had only now realized just how close you were.
“You get what you get. If you’re gonna be a brat, I’ll call you a brat.” He leaned even closer to accentuate his words, enjoying the flustered blush it brought to your cheeks.
You stared at him with a defiant expression as you tried to snake your hands from his grip, unsuccessful so far.
“No snarky remark?” He asked, his breath fanning your lips. Too close, he was too close, “I’m kinda disappointed.”
“Shut it...” You muttered, trying to ignore the way your body reacted. The effect he had on you was much stronger than you’d like to admit.
“How about you make me, muse?” He smirked, daring you to do something.
“Those are dangerous words, Harbinger.” You warned, but it fell a little flat with the position he had you in.
“You know, I like to live my life on the edge.”
“Touche.” You let out a soft breath before deciding to take your chances.
Let’s say he wasn’t exactly expecting you to head-butt him so it worked like a charm to make him loosen his hold on your wrists.
Once you were free, you tried to escape again.
Unfortunately for you, his surprise didn’t last long enough for you to get out of his range as he pulled you back, but this time you made him lose balance.
*(Continuation Part 2)*
You both tumbled to the floor, prompting another type of a fight as you tried to fight over who pinned who.
For once, you were the one who won.
“How does it feel to be the one on the bottom?” You panted, out of breath after all the wrestling you had to do to match his freakish strength.
“Kinda hot, not gonna lie.” He chuckled, looking up at you smugly as you pinned his hands down, straddling him. The bastard wasn’t even trying to escape any more.
You scrunched your nose at his reply, frustrated with how nonchalant he seemed, “... you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Very.” He mused, “no one has ever tried to top me yet, let alone succeeded.”
Your blush only darkened further. You were so done with his shit. Despite being pinned, he still seemed in complete control and it pissed you off.
“Well, you’ve got me under you. What are you going to do now, muse?” He could feel the boiling anger his attitude set off and he was eating it up. The shameless tease.
“I... I’ll...” You glared at him. You didn’t actually plan to get here, he just had the annoying ability to make you waver, no matter what it was you were doing.
“Cause I have a few ideas if you’re open to suggestions.” This was the lady-killer you had met in the club alright.
You furrowed your eyebrows before a devilish idea popped into your head. Your angry expression turning into one matching his grin, “nothing.”
“Eh?” That took him off guard, “nothing?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
He stared up at you like you were stupid, “what in the Abyss kind of strategy is that?”
“A torture tailored just for you.”
*****
Taking a leisurely stroll through the halls, you brushed your fingers along the wall, the sleek texture pleasant on your skin.
“That was expensive, don’t sully it with your dirty hands.”
“It’s just a wall.” You turned to the one reprimanding you. You could recognize the passive aggressive smile anywhere.
Pantalone. You had bumped into him a few times when you were with Childe. Your interactions courteous at best, but you could always feel a level of hostility directed your way.
He wasn’t fond of you nor your interactions with Childe, but most of all, the fact that Childe tended to spend money on you. Not like you asked him to do that.
“A wall you didn’t pay for.” There it was, the pointed tone that stabbed at your skin like frostbite.
“Fine.” You scoffed, removing your hand to not ‘dirty the wall’ further. You were about to pass him, doing your best to ignore him. That was until you felt him grab your wrist, keeping you from leaving.
“Whatever you’re planning, you’re not fooling anyone.” He warned, “you may have Childe on your side, but no one else believes that act of yours.”
“Huh?”
What in the Abyss was he talking about? An act?
“You acting all innocent, doesn’t change that you are an enemy spy.” His grip on your wrist tightened.
“You don’t have to worry. Even if what you accuse me of was true, I’m not in the position to act on it.” You growled with a wince. You could feel the blood circulation to your hand get cut off.
“I’m not worried. This is a warning. If you try anything, I will personally make sure you pay for it.”
You finally managed to get your wrist out of his hold. That would surely leave a bruise.
“Now if you’ll excuse me. I have more important things that need my attention.” With that, he left you to your own devices.
Once you heard his steps retreat into a different part of the mansion, you let out a deep breath. You rubbed your wrist to relieve some of the uncomfortable feeling still left over from the rough handling.
“What is that guy’s problem?” You shook your head in disbelief, “what does he expect me to do?”
In all honesty, his suspicion was completely warranted. You should be preparing to pull something. You were in the perfect position to do so.
Childe trusted you enough to turn his back to you, to chase you through the mansion for a stupid mask. You could have tried something and just stage it as an accident before disappearing into the wind.
So why didn’t you?
That thought lingered in your mind the whole way back to your room. When you opened your door, you were greeted by the sight of Vera already waiting for you.
“There you are. Something came for you today.” She nodded to a package on your desk.
You blinked in confusion, “what is it?”
“Don’t know. Didn’t open it.” She shrugged, busying herself with tidying your room.
‘How did the sender even know who to address it to... and how did Vera know it was for me?’ You were puzzled. Examining the box, there was nothing that would give you any hints.
“Thank you, Vera.” You muttered, opening the package.
She only nodded in response, giving you privacy to not intrude on whatever the package contained. She seemed unsettled by it.
Just where did she get it?
You stared down into the now open box, a small communication device was placed neatly into it, “what the...”
You carefully picked it up, looking it over before you turned it on, holding it up to your ear.
“Hello, agent.”
*****
You hadn’t planned to get so attached.
Your face was flushed as you stared down at him, your faces only inches apart. You could feel his breath on your lips.
You hadn’t planned to enjoy this so much.
It felt almost too natural when he pulled you down into a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands pressed into your back as he pulled you impossibly close, wanting to leave no gap between you.
You hadn’t planned to be so invested in this... in him.
Pulling away, you wasted no time in basically ripping your clothes off, the only coverage you needed was one another.
“Hah.~” You gasped when his lips trailed down the side of your neck, leaving small bites and bruises along the way before settling for abusing your sweet spot which he found terrifyingly fast.
Your grip tightened in his hair, making him groan, “gentle, will you?”
“Take your own advice.” You growled back after a particularly hard bite which he affectionately licked over as if trying to apologize.
“Sorry.” He chuckled breathlessly. He wasn’t sorry.
...
As the night progressed, your mind became more and more fuzzy. But one thing was a constant, the fact that his touch felt mind-numbingly good.
Pressed into the mattress, you might have forgotten how to breathe if he didn’t make you remember with every gasp and moan he lured out of you.
“Still with me, muse?” He asked, tenderly kissing your cheek in a failed attempt to give you a break. It was hardly a break with the way he held you, folded like a freaking harmonica.
You glared up at him, trying to get your breathing in order. Your body may have been aching, but that didn’t stop you from being a defiant little shit, “shut up.”
“Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who’s got this far away stare.” He let out a soft chuckle among his own laboured breaths as he shifted a little, the movement sending a shiver up your spine.
“Well, I am still very much coherent.”
“Hm... too bad.” He smirked, tracing his hand up your body to cup your cheek, “I guess, I’ll have to try harder to crack that resolve.”
“Tch. You wish- gah-” You yelped. You weren’t sure if he was trying to snap you in half, but it definitely looked like it with the way he was treating you, “I can’t bend like that, idiot.”
“Now you can,” he mused, soothing the pains away with his warm hands, “it’ll be worth it.”
“It better be.” You scoffed, pulling him into another kiss to stop his teasing. You could care less if you didn’t have enough oxygen for it. You knew, you’d manage and if not, that would be a future you problem.
...
Future you was royally pissed. Not only was your body completely wrecked, but so was your mind.
As if you weren’t conflicted enough, now you had to add ‘sleeping with your target’ to the list of your wrongdoings.
You might have forgotten about the whole ‘enemy’ thing, were it not for the stupid package Vera presented you with a few days ago.
It was rather irresponsible of you to forget your mission so easily, but...
Seeing him so peaceful when he slept next to you, you couldn’t help but feel some semblance of fondness in your heart.
‘Ugh. This is exactly why I should have finished the job in the club.’ You thought with a quiet sigh. You would have tried to get out of bed, were it not for his surprisingly strong hold on you.
The moment you tried to escape his grasp, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your neck.
It felt nice, cuddling like this but you knew it couldn’t last, not forever.
One way or another, you had to get your job done. Even if it cost you your sanity.
You were brought out of your thoughts as he adjusted in his sleep, now partly leaning onto your chest as you brushed your fingers over the red scratches on his back absent-mindedly.
Why did he have to be so warm?
*(Continuation Part 3)*
*****
It seemed like it was his turn to get strapped to a chair, wrists sore from the constant tugging. Whoever tied him up definitely knew what they were doing.
He wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but he had been knocked out by someone middle of the day. Everything just went black before he woke up here in a grey, empty room. Not very welcoming.
The door opened to reveal an unknown man, he seemed to be pleased with Childe’s current predicament, but that wasn’t what was important. At least not to Childe.
What was important... was the fact that you were the one standing by the man’s side, a blank expression on your face.
You were desperately trying to not look at him. The betrayed expression on his face digging into the very fabric of your being.
“I see you realize what had happened.” Your boss started out, gesturing your way, “they’re a great performer, don’t you think?”
“...” Childe glared at your boss, not responding to his mocking question.
Was this it? Were you seriously just acting this whole time to get him where it hurt?
“That look. Archons, I wish I could take a picture and savour it forever. The utter disbelief, betrayal, defeat. Just magnificent.” Your boss’ voice was grating to your ears. He was enjoying every second of this.
_“It is time, agent. Your work is almost done. Just bring him to me and your mission will be over. I want to see his demise in person.” You remembered his words over the communication device he had sent you through Vera._
_The poor woman was threatened into bringing it to you by one of your co-workers when she had went out on her break that day._
“Tell me, Tartaglia. Did you enjoy your time with my subordinate? I’m sure it must have truly been something for it to elicit this kind of reaction.”
“Tch.” Childe scoffed, looking away from the both of you. All this time he was being played and he didn’t even realize it. He was such a pathetic excuse for a mob boss.
You tried to keep your expression neutral as your mind strained against itself to just end it right here. No, you had to be patient.
“No? Not in the mood to share?” Your boss chuckled mockingly, “that’s alright, I suppose.”
Your hand twitched at your side as you glanced up at the camera system from the corner of your eye. Still active.
‘How much longer? Damn it.’ You cursed internally.
“You’re no fun, you know?”
“What do you expect me to say?” Childe finally spoke up, looking up into the light, straight at your boss, “want me to congratulate you?”
“Is it too self-indulgent of me?” The boss hummed, “you’re right. I did almost nothing. I have my agent here to thank for everything. Without them, this victory wouldn’t be possible.”
The boss made you step into the light, showing you off. Everything he did made you sick to your stomach. Just a moment until the cameras go black. You could manage, you had to.
“Wonderful, aren’t they? Obedient to a T.” The boss gloated on your behalf, “say, how about you do the honours?”
You glanced at the man, momentarily confused before you noticed the gun he held out for you to take, ‘oh.’
Childe watched you take the weapon, adjusting it in your grip before aiming it at his head, “As if stabbing me in the back wasn’t enough.”
“Go on, agent.” Your boss urged you, “take it as a test of loyalty.”
“Yes, boss.” You nodded, clicking the safety off.
“So this is it, huh?” Childe scoffed, glaring up at you, “all of that just for a mission.”
“I would say I’m sorry for deceiving you.” You paused, “but that isn’t true...”
“Tch.” He hissed before closing his eyes in defeat.
You took a last glance at the cameras before sighing with a small smile, “...because there was no deception.”
Childe winced as a gunshot rang through the room and then another, yet he didn’t feel anything.
There was a thud as a body fell to the ground before you spoke up again. “Alright. We’re done here.”
Childe was beyond confused as he opened his eyes to you undoing his bindings, the sight of your boss dead on the floor with two holes through his head hitting him like a truck, “what the...”
“The others are waiting.” You informed as you pulled him up from the chair, putting the gun into your empty holster.
...
As he quickly came to understand, you had staged your betrayal to lure out your ex-boss. That way you could get rid of the ball and chain holding you down.
Surprisingly, after some heavy persuasion even Pantalone agreed to your plan, although begrudgingly.
Childe was almost amazed as you lead him through the corridors of the organization you used to work for, most of the workers either detained or shot down if they were hostile.
“And you kept this from me because...?”
“It had to be convincing.” You sighed, loosening the tie of your company mandatory uniform. You wouldn’t need it any more anyway.
“That’s a dirty trick...” He chuckled, “I’m impressed, agent.”
“It’s (Y/N).”
“Huh?” He turned to you in surprise, wondering if he heard you right.
“My name,” you smiled, “it’s (Y/N).”
*****
“Is this necessary?” You asked, really wanting to get out of this outfit he had put you in.
“Nuh-uh. It’s a punishment for making me think you were a traitor.” He mused, watching you struggle to keep your dignity.
“But it worked out! We got rid of my boss. I brought my organization down for you. Isn’t that enough?” You cursed the ridiculously revealing, yet frilly fabric.
“Nope. You have to mend my shattered heart now. Clean up your mess and what better way to do that than as a maid.” He was oh-so enjoying the sight of you desperately adjusting the maid outfit to cover at least half of your thighs.
“I should have shot you.” You growled, glaring at him once you finally gave up the fight and just accepted the sluttiness of it all.
“But you didn’t.” He chuckled, propping his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “now deal with the consequences.”
“Tch.” You pouted, freezing as you felt his hand inch closer to the bottom of your skirt, “hands off!”
He chuckled, catching your hands that were about to slap his away, “what? Did you expect me to not take advantage of the easy access.”
“You planned this.” You groaned at the realization, very unhappy that you couldn’t move your hands now that he was holding them.
“Mmmaybe.” He snickered, “come on. It will be fun.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too.~ ”
(Wattpad and AO3 accounts in description.
There's also a playlist of the POVs I've already done.)
(PS: There you have it. Hope you enjoyed. This took.... way too long. Author-chan apologizes.)
@@SatansOtherSelf I LOVE THIS IT IS SO UNDERRATED OMG
AAAAA ITS FINALLY HERE (though im a few days late 😭)
AS USUAL YOU DID AMAZING, got me holding tight on my seat for the last part- 😫
also don’t apologize for taking too long, honestly you can take all the time you need if it means we can read your works- it’s just that good 😭💗 thank you so much for this 🥺
You were waking down the road when you bumped into someone you quickly apologize and look up meeting the eyes of someone you swear you recognize
"U-Uhm sorry I wasn't looking." You stutter trying to find words
"Mm don't worry babe your good." He grins down at you taking a drag at your cigarette
"Y/n please I prefer Y/n." you tell the stranger feeling uncomfortable with the nickname
"You can call me-" The guy gets shoved by an orange haired man who looks pissed
"Your a fucking pervert now too?!" The orange haired guy shouts and punches the man across the face. The guy stumbles back and clutches his face
"The fuck you doing here Childe?!" The man exclaims and while there doing there thing you stumble away not wanting to get involved with whatever beef they were dealing with
GN Reader
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You constantly were gathering information and selling it to the underworld. You knew anything and everything about everyone. You sat on the edge of a rooftop. Your meeting place for your client. You exhaled and a trail of smoke came out of your mouth as you tapped the end of your cigarette with your thumb.
"So I hear that you, know stuff" an unfamiliar voice spoke behind you. "Depends on who's asking" you replied. "Do you really not recognize the sound of my voice?" his voice was playful and his footsteps trailed towards you. You came to your feet and tossed your cigarette in the alley below. "Judging by your footsteps and tone, Tartaglia I presume?" you guessed, looking over your shoulder.
His ginger hair came into view, unmistakably messy as always. "I go by Childe now, y/n" "I heard about that. 3 different aliases now. I never expected you to be the Don" you knew who he was but didn't trust him. You stayed cautious and stepped away from the ledge with your hands in your pockets.
"I never expected you to be the top provider of info in the underworld" he admitted. "Expect the unexpected, Childe" You grabbed his arm and pulled him into a headlock. "What's your business here?" you questioned. He wasn't supposed to know where you were. "Hey now what's wrong with a little reunion? I sent one of my men to meet up with you" he explained, surprisingly keeping his cool.
"Of course you did" you grumbled, abruptly dropping him on the roof. Instead of falling he stood up. Now he was close to you, fuck. "I've been thinking, y/n. You could be my information gatherer" he offered stepping close to you. You backed up with each step he took.
You were now cornered at the edge of the roof. "What do you say? We could work together like old times. Y'know before you abandoned me" he mentioned. You abandoned him because he was doing risky shit. "Your chances of getting caught were high" He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're right. I did get caught. You're quite the lucky one" He traced your jawline with his finger.
There was fear in your eyes but you couldn't help but shiver from his touch. "I don't snitch on my comrades, you now owe me a favor" he said with a mischievous smirk. He held your head in place by your chin and leaned in. "So quiet..." his thumb moved to the corner of your jaw, pressing against your pulse point. He felt your heart beat and a chuckle could be heard.
"Don't tell me you like this" His shit eating grin made you want to punch him in the face but kiss him at the same time. "I don't" she claimed yet her eyes said otherwise. "You've always been a terrible liar, darling" He seemed to think about something for a moment.
"If you give me the information I want, I'll reward you" he offered. You didn't want to admit it but it intrigued you. "I only accept payment in Mora or intel" "I'll be sure to make you accept a third form of payment from me" his voice was suggestive and flirty. The tips of your ears turned red, thankfully hidden by the night. "Do we have a deal?" he asked with his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
"Fine. It's a deal" your tone was stern when you were smitten underneath. "Good. I'll call you when I need information" he said, backing away from you. 'Seriously!?' you thought in your mind. 'Not even a kiss?'
"Ciao~" He winked and disappeared into the night. You was flustered and pissed. "Fucking bastard" you cursed under your breath. His charm always affected you.
Part 2 please
that was so cute great job !! tyty for ur writing !!
part 2 please
I NEED PART TWO URGHHHHH
Part 2 please 😂
Childe being in Fontaine is the only thing I can focus on these days honestly..
IM IN LOVE WITH CHILDE AND THAT PLAYLIST, THANK YOU
I love THE playlist!!
Бооооже мой, это нереально офигенно
This Playlist:- Perfect ✨✨
The POVs in comment section:- Addictive🔥🔥
Combination of both is killin' me😌
Okay my love for childe just got deeper. 😍 You did amazing on this playlist.
THIS PLAYLIST IS MAGICALLLL
waiting for the povs kindly🤧 he be looking at us like that fr
hi! here’s a short pov- do enjoy :)
mafia boss childe! x gender neutral reader
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you are an owner of a small yet cozy café down the block. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans and pastries filled your nostrils as you got to work. these past few days have been a breeze thanks to childe- although you never really want to admit it. you were in debt before this due to your deceased father’s gambling addiction and unfortunately, his debt was passed on to you to handle. it was a pretty stressful period with the loan sharks continuously pestering you for the money that you weren’t able to provide.
looks like luck was on your side when the infamous mafia boss- childe took over your district and changed the entire system around. you heard many different stories regarding childe. some said he was a bloodthirsty killer who found joy in getting his hands dirty with blood. some also mentioned that he was a psychopath who loved torturing his victims in the most vile and extreme methods that would make one rather die than be tortured by his hands. you ended up being curious of course. they said he became the head of his gang at age 20. if you had to guess, you and childe are probably a year or two apart.
on a rather peaceful sunday morning, the loan sharks barged into your café- this time they weren’t really lenient in their words and threatened you with a knife by your throat. it was at that moment a certain red head popped into your café with a laugh that you can never forget till this day. it was a rich and velvety tone that lingered in your ears for days.
‘i see some people don’t take my warnings seriously eh?’
you were frozen in shock that you didn’t notice the group of loan sharks lying lifelessly on the floor, pools of blood surrounding them. you kept your eyes down never daring to look up. the sounds of his shoes tapping against the ground echoed throughout your café and a nervous sigh escaped your lips.
the red head stood in front of the counter and your heart rate quicken every second that passed. you couldn’t and wouldn’t want to look up. the aura he radiated overwhelmed you in every way possible.
so this is childe? the rumours were true? you gulped.
‘hey sweetheart? you alright there? i know these insignificant fools will never listen no matter how many warnings i give so i had to give them a taste of their own medicine you see,’
still, you didn’t give any form of reply and heard a quiet sigh escape his lips.
you felt a finger tug your chin upwards, allowing you to finally make eye contact with the man before you.
oh.
your whole world stopped. childe is absolutely stunning- you’ve never seen someone as beautiful as him. up close, you could see the freckles that adorn his features along with the ocean blue eyes that seem to be studying your very face in that moment. a soft blush coloured your cheeks as you finally exhale after what seems a minute of you holding your breath in.
‘yes… that’s right. breathe for me darling. you’re safe now yes?’
and somehow, you nodded in agreement.
finally seeing you respond to him earned you the softest smile that seemed so foreign to his entire persona of being a bloodthirsty killer.
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okaaaaay that went way longer than i expected HAHA but uhm i hope you enjoyed reading that!
Why is every playlist such a bop.. be having me kicking my legs im glad i subscribed 🤭
POV TIME
You were a regular at this club n bar just because your friend works the bar there. One night you were sitting by the bar and ranting to your best friend about your problems with dating when she straight up turns to you and says, "Babes i dont know what you want me to tell you! You are sitting here wasting your good looks on men who want to smash and dash when there are men who would love to have you in their bed! Now go dance or something while i work!" she shooed you away. You groaned from her lecture and eventually made your way to the middle and after a few shots you started finally feeling yourself and started dancing to the music. After a while you felt someones hands on your hips so you quickly turned around to see a quite handsome and tall man staring at you with content eyes, you smiled and continued dancing for a while until you felt him grab you and pull you closer to him where your hips and his collided with him groaning lightly but it being drowned out by the music, you smiled and moved your hips around more until he grabbed your waist guiding you to a private room with a couch, he threw you on it and took off his jacket..
In that moment you had no idea what world of trouble you have gotten yourself in.
PART 2 COMING SOON
Part 2??
i'm feeling delulu with childee!!! this playlist is gorgeous as him thoo, please make moree! i'm sure i will love it soo muchh!! thank you so much for creating this playlist, gorgeous girl\boy! hope ya will do more playlist! ;)
Burnouts been a bish recently so I’m leaving this to all the other talented writers out there for now. Lovely playlist as usual heaven
Hope you feel better soon.❤
@@Emmaforever
Thank u 💜
I hope your burnout will go away soon, no rush for that though because it takes time! 🥺thank you so much for your kind words! 💗
@@heavenlyly_
Thank you sm for understanding! I promise to make a return on another one of your amazing playlists whenever that time comes 💜
The first song is very Mafia Boss Childe 0-0
thank you so much!! 🥺💗
5 HOURS AGAIN?! YESS
Amazing playlist❤
POV: Your beautiful that u can take money slay bestie
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Please girlie
Part2 we need it
Part 2 please 😩😩
Part 2 please 🙏
I'M ALWAYS EARLY FOR CHILDEEE😩
YOURE SO EARLY OMG THANK YOU!! 🥺💗
YOUR WELCOMEE ALSO I LOVE YOUR PLAYLISTS SO MUCHHH 👌💗
I’ve been replaying coffin for about 15 times while reading POVs. The song is so good😩
why... why are childe playlists this good? WHY!?
putting my favorite song and also featuring my favorite man!??!?1 IM IN HEAVEN
SMASH SMASH SMASH.
now all I got to do is wait for writers to do their work 🤭🤭🤭
Love your playlists. Wish your playlists included a spotify playlist.
im so sorry for the late reply! but actually, all of my playlists are in Spotify too 💗
@@heavenlyly_ Found them! Thank you!
IF HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE THAT, I WILL LOSE MY ABILITY TO THINK AND WALK.
ME TOO I- 😭🤝
REAL
Hi Heaven 🌷
Thank you so much for this amazing playlist !! 💗 idk if you've seen it, i left a comment on your previous playlist. And in the passionate night with Wriothesley playlist, i answered to the reply you left on my comment.
I hope you are enjoying the end of the summer.
Take care as always 🌠💖
thank you so much, sam! 🥺 I just recently replied from your comment in the wrio playlist, im so sorry for the late message- ive been really focused outside of UA-cam lately 😭 I hope you liked this playlist, have an amazing day/night! 💗
@@heavenlyly_ 🥺💗 you're so sweet Heaven.Thank you so much !! Yes of course I like your playlist. It's perfect as always 🙌🌟💖 And don't worry. We all have our things outside of youtube. There's nothing to be sorry about. Really 🫂
Thank you so much again. 😘💐
As always, have an amazing day/night 💗
I hope the weather is nice where you live, and that it's not too hot
5 hours ago bet now time to wait for some POV‘s😎
POV! (WARNING!: grammatical errors or misspellings, spice? Female Y/N AU, enjoy😉🤭)
In the blaze of the peaceful sky, lies a bar where people let go and dance their lives ahead, a place where people mindlessly dance and take drinks until they pass out. That, was a place where Y/N was headed at with a few friends because they think she needs a "little break" from all their hard work. Plus, it's only one night, what could go wrong? Right?
As Y/N and her friends enter the bar, they were met with the smell of cigar mixing with the sickening sweet scent of wine, along with the loud and deafening music, one of them turned to Y/N and spoke "Y/n, we're just gonna go and get some drinks and maybe dance a little, wanna join?", they asked with such innocence yet she knew it was laced with mischief, her response to that was "No thanks, go ahead. I'll be alright." That was her answer, which always deflated their hopes for her in joining them. Yet they wouldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do or joining, so they all nodded and went their separate ways, leaving her to herself.
Y/N's eyes scanned the crowd, yet her gaze fell upon a particular man, with bodyguards surrounding him from the left to the right, his ocean blue eyes met with hers in the most unexpected way possible, yet neither of them tore away from the eye contact, Y/N felt electricity surge through her veins, causing shivers down to her spine to which she had to pull away. On the side of her eyes, his gaze was still set onto her, feeling embarrassment growing a pit in her stomach, a dust pink had painted her soft features and her heart raced with such severity..
She looked back, stealing a glance at the man who was still looking back at her, she could see the spark of interest in his eyes, those pair of glowing, glistening, eyes.. She could get lost in them, yet she tore the contact once more, going deeper into the crowd as she decided to dance a little. Maybe just a little..
**A few hours later..**
It was already late at night yet she hadn't left the dance floor, in fact, she got lost on her own world that she started from being a shy dancer to an all wild one. Her hips swayed effortlessly with the music, her dress that showed all of her curves only added to the sight, her arms swaying along and her legs moving in the beat of the music, damn she was good. Yet she couldn't get rid of this feeling, the feeling of someone staring at her, those pair of eyes.. Her mind then drifted to the man she made eye contact with, god he was so hot, his eyes, his figure, his chest, oh f*ck.. Her mind was so lost around him that she started swaying more slowly, alluringly, more enticingly.. Yet she stared into his direction, wanting, **needing** a reaction from the man. Did she get her satisfaction? Oh yes she did, his eyes that explored her, that undressed her, god it turned her on so much, she started dancing her way over, each sway, eag move, he watched her, all of it.
Once she did so, she leaned softly into him, ignoring the bodyguards he has at his sides, the smell of cigar filling her nostrils as she breathed deeply, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze as she whispered softly into his ear, her breath tickling the tip of his ear.. "I know you want me.." she said softly, pulling away as she looked in his ocean blue eyes. Only to receive a smirk from his lips, goddamn even that smirk was enough to satisfy her..
(I gotta end it here because I'm already getting lazy sorry😭✋🏻✋🏻 but you can still request for part two if you want! Thanks)
I was listening to this on a loop while in the lab and messed up my streak plate because I was just wiggle dancing on the seat heh
This feel so heavenly when I'm literally a big fan of Tartagliaaaa
When it started with feeling good i started screaming holy shit 😭😭😭
childe in fontaine? i know another wet place he can be in
HELLO??? 🤨📸
Ohoho Alhaitham? Quick and smart with the words as always I see
@@sparklepugtea Gotta get the point through quickly.
@@heavenlyly_ bye 😜
REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
... how DARE YOU- lol
I don't have access to my freaking PC- I can't write shit on my phone- dang it Heaven!
(JK love ya... Hopefully I'll get over that Blade-fic-writing-block soon cause it's been laying in my folder for weeks)
HAHAAHAHA IM SO SORRY 😭and it's okay!! we're all always patiently waiting for your works 💗
Your videos are amazing. What app do you use to do it?
Kindly.... Kidnap me sir.... 👀😌
FACTS
@@itslunar5059 😌😌😌
I LOVE THIS
edit: Yes
when I just heared I opend my playlist I..
Can I suggest “Lost The Games” by TwoFeet to your playlists? Or any song that Twofeet makes, they’re really good ❤
helloo! i've been using two feet's songs in my past playlists including "lost the game", that is why i barely put them in my recent playlists nowadays. hopefully soon ill come to add them again 💗
thank you so much!@@heavenlyly_
why do these songs sound better then the originals?? T^T
I want to be more than just a Comrad pls🐈
POV: Your the daughter of a Top 2nd Famous Mafia boss ✨
The Top dangerous Mafia Boss in world, Childe or you may call him "The Bloody Beast"!!
Everyone knows you as the Sleeping Beauty and The Aurora effect. Your waves as a Yellow Ocean your fragrance hair Enchant those. Around you, your Eye is like the Blue Sky. But you aren't that sweet girl and Perfect girl your Mid angered❗❗, Very Spoiled and self - protected.
Your always earned your name for your Personality " I'm perfected Princess ".
One little night you normally wear short dresses and with sneakers and take scrolls without your Bodyguards but you might have Regretted it, Your suddenly heard shot guns from the alleyway your trying to pass you quickly hid your peak your eyes widened to see.
Child POV: ✨✨
Pointing a gun to a trembling man you shouted " Speak wheres the money or your going to die here "
"pl- pl - please spear my live I - I don't know " your were getting annoyed because of the 250million yens that this man you were accusing of stole, You weren't the type to be easily angered you quickly ask "If you don't start talking I might kill you and your whole family " You threatened him for a Answer " I willing don't know" You shot him making blood spread around the floor.
Your POV: 😣😨😰😱
Your moved back in Fright your back stop on a human leg you turn your head seeing a big guy and a girl standing behind him ( Venti, Dilluc ). They grabbed you to where there boss is you fell on the floor Groaning in pain a gun clicked and there it was a gun pointing straight at your hair.
CHILD POV: 😡😠😈
After telling the bodyguards to clean the mess up, A loud girl started shouting making me More mad but after seeing the girl I was Dumbstruck from her beauty, a smirk glare on my face he snicker and walk up close to you pointing a gun at your head "Whose this pretty lady here she much beautiful than my previous dead girlfriends " I bend at her level " Charlotte Douglas North, why are you here it not a place you shouldn't be it dangerous and also why be without your bodyguards than alone huh? ". I could sense her trembling " Sign) what poor thing what about we make a deal your come with me and be mine or if you refuse I just kill your precise Father what do you say?? ".
Your POV: 😦😨😧😰
You stood there frozen in shock from the sight of Top 1 strongest Mafia you always thought it was rumors and not true but after seeing him you now know that it not fake at all.
Edit : sorry for the bad Grammar
Edit: I just notice the error on ( I'm perfected princess )
It " Imperfect princess"
We need a part 2 asap
PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO. MY NAME IS CHARLOTTE> YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
what are the fonts you used to write 'care to entertain me'? they're so pretty ahhhh
the fonts are called 'vogue' and 'amigate' 💗
Gripping bedsheets rn😮
I CURRENTLY MADE THE SAME PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY (I credited you don’t worry
hello, i already published this playlist on spotify. all of the playlists i made will always be published in the platform. i linked it on my pinned message’s reply section, may i kindly ask for you to put it down? thank you so much ☺️🤍
Not him being one of the youngest from the fatui harbingers
.. HOW IS THIS COMMENT WERE MAKING A GOOD POV?? (Also, I like the playlist btw ❤)
PLEASE WE NEED A PANTALONE PLAAYLIST I'M GONNA HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL IT HAPPENS
i already made a pantalone playlist ☺️
13:53 I thought my Spotify was on
I was singing with him " I'm feeling good suddenly I farted
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Art is by ha_ze
HEHHEHEHEHEHE
why 1 song is indicated by Charlie Green, when it (cover) was performed
Michael Buble. and in the photo he(related songs)
you forgot to add devil in the dress song in the music thing
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I pUlLeD a QiQi 😭😭
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hay
So fucking ...
Me
Ok baby
i swear i couldnt find ur channel bc of youtube now im 5 days late 😭 ill try to keep up with ur recent posts heaven love you