MAFIA HEADCANONS - CHILDE
WARNING: NSFW
PAIRING: CHILDE X FEM READER
You enter the desolate warehouse with a displeased frown on your face. Everything around is disgustingly damp and the air has this lingering musty smell. It irritates your nostrils to no end. Upon seeing your arrival, the two bulky men straighten up and ostensibly greet you with a hint of what appears to be fear behind their otherwise stone-cold facial expressions.
„What a fucking shit-hole. What is this foul stench? Couldn’t you find a better place?”
You scowl, crossing your arms on your chest.
„Ma-am, we had little choice here. It was a miracle to even catch him in the first place. This slick mother fucker!”
With a cocked eyebrow, you laconically seize the exhilarated thug up, barely suppressing the need to laugh out loud right into his triumphant face.
You click your tongue and trudge forward.
„Move, idiot.”
The lower ranks take a step back, letting you get through.
„Wait for me in the car.”
You order while pushing the metal pivot door with your hip and shoulder. So heavy. It leaves a stain on your pitch-black blazer.
„B-but, Ma-am, there are orders to kill him. The boss sa–,”
One of the henchmen voices his protest, questioning your decision with a dumb look on his face.
„I’ll take care of that. Get the fuck out before I kill you as well.”
They exchange a brief look with one another and collectively decide that your attitude leaves little room for further argument.
Once you are certain that they have vacated this revolting shitpit, you take a deep breath and enter the room with a galloping heart.
„Fancy seeing you here, girlie”
Childe welcomes you with a grin on his blood-stained face. Such a striking contrast to the poor state of his body, helplessly restrained and bound to a chair. There are some bruises on his torso, revealed by the torn shirt. It used to be white, but now the crimson blotches seep through the fabric.
You bite your lip, tempted to turn your eyes away. It’s not like you haven’t witnessed this before. You have seen him injured so many times. The by-product of him and you jumping at each other’s throats whenever the chance has arisen. However, this time it is different. Somebody else hurt him and it does not appeal to you, in the slightest.
He looks pathetic, and your blood boils under your skin.
It makes you all the more angry, so fucking livid, that the idiot got himself caught on purpose. That much you know for sure.
„I’ve always realised that you’re nothing short of a moron, but fucking seriously, Childe?”
You mock him, closing the space between you and him. You stop right in front of his mauled body. Childe’s cerulean orbs glance up, seeking your face amidst the poorly-lit room. Your stomach sinks. He is so fucking handsome that it is physically painful when he stares at you with such ferocity. He always does. The blue pools reflect nothing but sincerity, revealing the blend of genuine emotions stirring inside of him. You fucking hate that. Your chest feels heavy and you wish you were blind.
„Thought you would be happy if I paid you a visit, no?”
Childe remarks, doing his best to express his disappointment. His eyes never leave yours as the boy pouts adorably.
„I have orders to kill you, you little shit.”
You are in no mood for his games and you go straight to the point.
He chuckles. Childe’s laughter echoes in the warehouse and his body shakes lightly.
„Do you think I’m fucking joking?”
You grab his hair and jolt his head up. He winces a little, but smirks nevertheless.
„I like when you’re so rough with me.”
You inch closer, tugging at his ginger strands even more. Childe feels your hot breath on his lips. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, wondering how pissed you would be if he kissed you right now. Part of him wants to take that risk and give it a try, but one the other hand, he is still immensely mad at you himself. The mere thought that you didn’t tell him anything makes his plush lips set into a grim line.
In a sharp move, you release the gun from the holster hidden under your blazer and press it to Childe’s throat. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves under the gun barrel.
„Oh really? Would you like it if I put a bullet through that pretty face of yours as well?”
