Clean Up Your Mess.

Clean up your mess.

childe x princess!reader

Word count — 0.9 k

cw — non graphic depictions of death,blood,non sexual degration

genre — hurt no comfort.

summary — childe was sent out to kill your father, setting out to leave the palace they hear crying going back to the scene they see you crying over your fathers dead body.

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“A king you say? , how interesting. Alright, I'll be on my way !”

Childe heads out of the door. You know most people wouldn't have that much glee on their face when they're told to kill someone but I guess childe isn't most people huh? Killing a king, now that was something childe hasn't done before. boots crushing on the snowy grounds of Snezhnaya he couldn't help but think about his “victim” does he have a family? If so, does he cherish them? Well, he better because these moments will be the last he’ll ever see them again.

Then he arrived, modest weather obviously warmer than Snezhnaya but not hot, it looked similar to monstad in a way but simultaneously different. could it be that he liked it here? hemp, not a chance. He stops with the chitter-chatter and heads on with his mission. Of course, there's no time to waste. Do you know how hard it is to infiltrate a palace? No, you don't.

“ according to the schedule of the king, he should be here soon.”

Childes' curious eyes glid across the king's tea area. scaling around every object in the room, the room just looked gloomy. He didn't know how to explain it; there was just no sense of happiness in there. Not too long after noticing a family photo.

“So he does have a family, what a shame.”

Most people knowing his personality would think this was satirical but no, every word that slipped out of his mouth at that moment was pure misery. tearing a family apart was not something childe particularly enjoyed doing but it was rather he had to. oh here comes the king.

“ Yes, I understand that I have a meeting to attend to but just give me some alone time, please? for once.”

As the door slammed behind him the king let out a sigh. childe wonders

“Is he too stressed to notice or something? Well, I'm not complaining, makes my job easier?”

Pulling the dagger from his left pocket, he glances at it for a moment but remembers the task at hand. steering towards the king he seems to be aware of remotely his now presence, not much of a difference to childe anyway since his going die to either route he takes, screaming, shouting, or even briber whatever he tried wouldn't phase him.

“Hey wh- who are you w- we can talk abo-”

The king's frantic words were sadly cut off by a blade that slashed his throat a sense of pride suddenly ran thru childe's veins still making quite the mess, blood on his papers all on his photos well at least the room had a little color tho whoever cleans this is gonna have a heck of a time, childe didn't care because he wasn't the one who had to clean up the mess, he never was.

“Okayy now that's done I can leave, wonder what his meeting was about. huh I guess we’ll never know”

Out the door he goes,trabling down he stairs wondering what his next task will be. the only problem is someone's crying, in the same exact room he just killed someone in. he knows going in will just make his task harder but he can't shake the off the "guilt", he's never felt like this before, was it because he had a family or was it that he guy didn't do much wrong. he doesn't know Tsaritsa just wanted the guy dead.he open the door he just went out of a few minutes ago he sees a girl not just any girl but a princess,body hanging over her fathers dead lifeless one she clung to it as if it was going to bring him back but nothing,no sing of life,no movement,nothing. she was just left sobbing there, assumably alone,he knew there was nothing that could fix this,back turned to the wall eyes on the floor. there was this disgusting feeling seeping all over his body he felt like he was catching a disease one not lethal but one that brought executing pain,slumping his body over to you

“Sorry.”

That's all any other words he wanted to say refused to come out of his mouth, you couldn't speak either the man that took your father, your guide, your helper, is now apologizing like it's some candy he stole? How dare he lay his disgusting, filthy, fleabag hands on you “how could he”

Is the words that repeated through your mind, how did he even muster up the courage- no pride to speak to you, to look at you, to touch you. you were revolted by his mere existence and childe could tell the guilt was eating him alive rightfully so,he knows he doesn't deserve to feel any type of guilt right now he knows full well what he did and he did it anyway. how could a person do something like this a still feels bad for themself,simply nauseating. You saw his lips separate like he was going to say something, you stopped him.

“Hands off, Mutt.”

There was a shock going through his body and you could see it, his dignity shattered at that point if, he had any left. Removing his left arm off your back as he didn't deserve to speak to you not even to think about touching you. there was nothing he could do to make it better. helpless ,that's how he was supposed to make his victims feel, for once he's cleaning up the mess.

A.N — this was really fun to like hope you like it i tried to make it a lil longer but it still didnt reach 1.0 k i might make a scara ver idk