lmao i had this idea 3 nights ago and while i don’t usually write, i decided to do it anyway. no title bc my brain isn’t

lmao i had this idea 3 nights ago and while i don’t usually write, i decided to do it anyway. no title bc my brain isn’t big enough for that.

pairing: childe x gn!reader

warning: nsfw mention, nothing too explicit though.

All you could remember was this: you spent a whole day at the university campus. Your school work piled one over the other and with the commotion your neighbors had going on, studying at your apartment proved to be difficult. Naturally, your requirements took up your time and when you looked outside the window, it had already been dark out. You made haste of gathering your things and by the time you got home, thankful for the peace and quiet your neighbors generously provided for that night, you crashed into bed. You had no idea what happened. Whatever it was, it led you to… well… wherever you are.

The first thing you saw were wooden cross-beams. So unlike the plain white ceiling you woke up to daily. Despite barely having the energy to process information, you instantly knew that something was wrong. There was a wooden post in the corner of the room and you could barely make out the Chinese lattice designs on the wooden panelling. You never had this much wood in your room. Why is there so much wood?

The sudden change in the architecture of your room should be the least of your concerns, really. You shot up from the bed, white sheets pooling over your lower body, only to realize that you were stark naked. You feel the tendrils of anxiety slowly creep its way out, your heartbeat quickening as your mind tried to make sense of how you ended up here.

So far, it feels like a movie–this day of yours. The main character finds herself nude in a random hotel (although you’re not sure what hotels looked like this in your city) and after the initial panic of the main character, they look to the other side of the bed to see a stranger equally as butt naked as them. You would laugh at the similarities of the situation unless…

No way. It can’t be.

By some sick, twisted sort of fate, you hear someone groan right next to you which gained your attention. Naked back littered with scars, shoulders dusted with light freckles, messy orange hair with little curls sticking up at the back.

A scream gets stuck in your throat as you watch the now waking up stranger shift in his side of the bed. When he turns to face you, you cover yourself with the sheets.

To say that this man is handsome would be an understatement. From the way his messy bed hair frames his face to his sleep-ridden blue eyes to the way his muscles rippled as he stretched and now, to the way he looks at you.

Oh, and his voice.

“Good morning.” he greets with a smile.

It’s strange. He looks at you with a fondness reserved for someone they’ve known their whole life. Does this man know you? Do you know this man? Are you really the main character of the hypothetical movie in your head but somehow have amnesia?

He frowns when you don’t respond. Gorgeous or not, you don’t know who this man is and what he did to you. A surge of determination sparks within you, your fist clenching the sheets. You demand to know how you got here and-

He sighs. “Are you still mad at me?”

Huh?

Before you could respond, the man wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. You gawk up at him as you get a closer look at his face.

He’s so handsome in that cheerful boy next door type of way. The kind you’d drool over in high school.

“Can’t even say good morning to me?” he asks. “Why? Too busy staring at me?” he teases, a smug grin on his face.

You hate how it looks good on him and you hate how you’re willingly playing along with this when you still have no clue who he is and where you are. You need answers so you push him away just as he leaned in for a kiss. You don’t see the look of hurt on his face as you put a respectable distance between the two of you.

“I don’t understand… so you’re still mad at me?” he asks, thankfully taking you seriously this time.

“O-of course, I’m mad.” you internally cringe at the way you stammered. “I don’t even-”

“So what was last night all about?” he interrupts. He’s visibly upset now and it scares you. You don’t know why but you’re getting the feeling that this man isn’t the sort of guy you’d want to disappoint.

“Why are you accusing me? I didn’t do anything.”

“I just… I thought that everything was already resolved last night.” he frowns, running a hand through his hair.

“Everything? Resolved? Why would it be?” The look on his face tells you that you got him.

Why you’re entertaining this man’s spiel is beyond you. The rational part of your brain demands answers. Who is he? What did he do to you? Where are you? How did you get here? Meanwhile, the lesser part of your brain wants to hear what he has to say.  

“Well…” his eyes are avoiding you now, hand on the back of his neck. His large frame is even slouching a bit now that you’re looking at him properly. You even notice a tinge of pink on his cheeks. Is he blushing?

“Listen, I know I screwed up a lot and you’re upset. My job–” his eyes darken at the mention of it. “–doesn’t allow much time for me to spend with the people I care about. Even I don’t allow myself to even if I could. How can I when I have obligations to uphold?”

“Obligations?”

“You know…” he stares at you expectantly. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Then don’t.”

He sighs. “You’re being difficult.”

“No. You’re being difficult. Why can’t you just tell me?”

“You already know that I’m a harbinger.” he says, exasperation clear in his voice.

Whatever the hell that means, “that’s not what I wanted to hear.”

“Of course. Ever so persistent.” There’s a hint of a smile when he says that. Why is he so fond of you?

“Who are you to me anyway?” you dare to ask. “And who am I to you?”

The way his eyes widened and shifted to anywhere but you would have been comical, if not for your current predicament. You don’t know much about the strange yet beautiful man in front of you but if his words were anything to go by, he seemed to know you. He looks and talks to you like you’re special, like there’s a connection you two share.

“You’re important to me in a way no one has ever been.” he confessed. “There’s my family, the Tsaritsa’s will, and then there’s you. The more we spent time together, I assumed that I’d be the same to you but somehow, I messed up.” he shakes his head regretfully at that one. What did he do? “You avoided me for days, I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore until I came to you last night and to my surprise, you told me you missed me.” he looks at you, waiting to see if you’d say anything.

You were asleep last night.

“And this?” you gesture to your bodies. “What is this all about?”

He blushes for the second time this morning, his hand making its way back to the nape of his neck. “Shouldn’t you be able to piece things together by now?”

“I… uh… yeah.” you feel yourself relax a little, grip on your comforter loosening. The man in front of you takes this as his cue to move closer. You don’t push him away this time. Instead, you opt to look at his chiseled abdomen.

“Are you uncomfortable? Are you going to push me away?” he asks, voice soft and even a little vulnerable.

There may be a faint idea of what you mean to him now but you shake your head regardless because none of this makes sense. Were you dreaming? Does it have something to do with sleepless nights you spent manifesting a lover? If you went back to sleep, maybe this will all go away. No matter how handsome this guy is, a gorgeous half-naked ginger isn’t going to help you graduate.

His arms wrap around you once more and you don’t fight back. This time, he held you tighter than the last.

There’s something odd going on around here but you’ll save this mystery for a later time or never at all. You hope you don’t have to think about this any further. If you were to close your eyes right now, you hoped it’d go away when you wake up again. Yes, perhaps this is all a dream. For now, you’d savor the way this stranger held you like you were the only thing that mattered. Strange as it may be, you can’t deny that you love the way it feels. In a few moments, it’ll all cease to exist so why not indulge?