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head over heels┊ childe

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// tws ; slight blood // gore ; fem reader ; modern au !

omfg I love childe so much shmshswj

lowercase intended !!

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you certainly hadn’t expected falling for the ginger when you had agreed to be in a fake relationship with him.

but, after all, who could blame you? he was so charming. so sweet. it was no wonder girls were fainting from the sight of him alone left and right.

it had been a few months since he had asked you, a person he barley knew, to be his fake girlfriend. and, being a bit of a pushover, how could you ever say no? but, as you spent more and more time with him, you found yourself falling for him further and further. you didn’t want to fall for him, but, alas, when presented with the opportunity, you had stepped right in. though, you knew this would be a pointless endeavor as he already had his sights set on someone. that was the whole reason he had asked you to be in a fake relationship with him. to make her jealous.

to make lumine jealous.

but, to be completely honest, you understood why he loved her like he did. she was so pretty, so kind, so selfless, so bubbly. you were sure you had also crushed on her at some point of your life.

but this life of yours may come to an end very soon.

all because of him.

because of the flowers childe, as people called him, had oh-so-carelessly, planted in your lungs.

you had dismissed yourself from class when you had seen childe sitting with lumine, complimenting her, calling her beautiful. it was irrational really, but the bile rising up your throat begged to disagree.

so, here you were. coughing out russian lotuses, coated with blood and mucus, in the toilet of the girls’ bathroom.

the flowers you had grown to hate.

but the flowers he had grown to love.

they flopped down into the toilet ungracefully, the once candy-pink petals stained a dark shade of scarlet red.

you wondered how long you had left to live. it had been a while since you had started coughing out full buds of the flower, so maybe. . about a week?

well, you really wouldn’t regret anything after you passed. you knew childe loved another, so confessing to him would be a fruitless endeavor. but you would miss his kisses, his touches, lingering a tad bit, but never long enough. though they were only done in pursuit of a flame of jealously in lumine to ignite, you still had grown found of these small gestures.

but, as you were reminiscing on your memories of the boy, everything went black as you fainted.

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you were found unconscious in the bathroom at 1:04 pm.

lumine was reported to be the one who found you, childe reported.

speaking of childe, he was sitting besides you at the nurses’ office, concern written all over his face as he took your appearance in. you hair was disheveled, eyes dim, and there were dark bags underneath them. you looked much thinner than usual, plus there was a bit of dried blood at the corner of your mouth. he swallowed thickly, searching for words.

“ do you know why you fainted like that? “ he mused softly, as to not startle you or anything of the sort. thank cyro he didn’t crack a joke in the somber moment.

“ i. . well- “

“ i have hanahaki, childe. “

the boy’s eyes grew wide. over the months, he had come to encounter a particular fondness with you, one he felt with lumine. but, gradually, it faded for her and strengthened for you. he just couldn’t come to terms with it. in a few moments, sparks of anger and battlelust seeped into his stunning ocean-blue eyes.

“ who is it? who caused it? i’m going to beat their fucking ass for up for causing th- “

“ please, childe. if i tell you, please don’t be mad. “

“ fine, “ he grumbled, the anger fading away as quickly as it came.

“ it’s you. “

in that moment, he seemed to choke on nothing, eyes widening as you told him.

“ wh- what?! “

“ it’s you, childe. i love you. “

he held back a sob, letting out a small, choking sound.

“ but, before i go, i have one last request. can you kiss me? just one last time? that’s all i ask. “

he gave you a small, sad smile, though his tone was teasing.

“ well, if you had told me you had liked me sooner, you wouldn’t be asking for kisses now, but rather be receiving them for free, “ he said, winking.

as soon as he said that, his lips crashed onto yours.

and you could finally breathe.