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viviloveschilde · 10 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫~♡

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none it's cozy floofy fluff <3

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

Hi there! It's me again! Thx for the 3 likes on my last post~ (≧∇≦)/ Although it might not be a lot to you, it's a ton to me! It means a lot to me and it continues powering me on to make more fics~ I was scrolling thru Tumblr this time and got this idea! If u wouldn't mind dropping a tiny like or follow on ur way out I would rlly appreciate it~

-Vi

~𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~

"Angel, I'm home~"

Childe's voice sounded out in a sweet melodious voice, it was music to your ears. Although it had probably only been a few hours without Childe, your heart could not stop palpitating up and down in excitement.

"Childe!"

You excitedly clinged onto his waist while he hang his thick fur coat onto the hanger right beside the main door. You sat beside him as he sat on the warm cozy sofa, right in front of the fireplace.

The fireplace warmed your body up during the freezing cold winter in Snezhnaya-your boyfriends hometown. But Childe was different, he warmed you up in a different way from the fireplace.

He warmed you up from the deep depths of your soul, the warmth continuously radiating through you as you snaked your hands around his waist, feeling his toned abs brushing against your hand.

You sat yourself on his lap and made yourself comfortable while laying your head on his chest. You could hear the soft thumps of his heart. It felt calming.

"I missed you so much, honeybun..."

The sweet pet names that he gave you sounded too sweet for you. In fact, usually, you would tell him to stop calling you using those names, but this time, you were too comfy to even care.

You felt a cold tingling feeling on your scalp. You looked up and found Childe,playing with your hair gently while caressing your rosy cheeks that he longed to pinch.

He lifted your strands of hair up and looked at them in awe. He looked like a child seeing snow for the first time, you let out a small chuckle.

" Sweet cheeks, your h/c hair... So pretty... "

He muttered softly while playing with your hair, his eyes sparkled with delight when you sat up to give him more freedom to play with your hair.

"Really? Thanks Childe..."

You replied thankfully. The sofa had never felt so hot as your cheeks burned up, a soft red patch of light pink slowly appearing on your face.

" I see that my cutie patootie is blushing huh? "

" Childe! Stop with the pet names and... I'm not blushing! "

You turned more red with every second that passed as a small chuckle whispered into your ear sent soft sparks down your spine.

Although this moment was not the perfect sweet moment you had wished for, you still felt complete and happy, just like the main character in the romance books that you used to read.

But now you did not need any romance books or movies, Childe was by your side, and that, on it's own, was enough already.

~END~

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yaoioioay · 1 year

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nathan-naguit-art · 1 year

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Tartaglia's back, and it's my first time wishing for him. All you Tartaglia havers/wanters out there: What are your wishing rituals? 🌊🌊🌊

#genshin fanart #genshin impact #genshin 3.2 #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #tartagalicious #childe #genshin childe

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theinnerunderrain · 2 years

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Lure the Midnight Hour [Yan!Childe x Nun!Reader]

Warnings/Tags: Yandere themes, mentions of murder and violence, religious and philosophical concepts, description of blood, slight age gap between the characters (Reader is 17 and Childe is 16) there's no romantic feelings or implications involved.

Word count: 1.8k!

Enjoy!

"Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned. This will be my first confession, and hopefully my last."

As the young man spoke, you listened intently, your mind already pondering how to respond to whatever challenge he was encountering. Your heart opened to his word, constantly reminding yourself that one must not judge a sin of another, and can instead only listen and pray for them to beg for forgiveness. Due to the late hour of the night, the reconciliation room was somewhat cold, and the only source of warmth was from a candle that hung on the other side of the room, barely casting any light against you.

"I think I have killed a man today."

As your mind struggles to carefully digest his words, your blood starts to run cold at what he reveals.

Is he being sincere?

The majority of people typically confess to their lesser crimes or something they feel ashamed about during the two years that you have spent listening to confessions. The word "kill" has never before been spoken in your company.

"Like an actual human being, I can still hear his screams in the back of my mind. He was begging and begging, asking me to spare his life."

He sighs, as if irritated at his victim for pleading with him to spare his life. His lack of sympathy concerns you, because the average person would probably just spare the person's life and carry on, but this does not appear to be the case for him.

"Nonetheless, a promise is still a promise. We fight with the promise of exchanging lives for the victor."

A duel then? You don't know much about the regulations of two-on-two sparring, but you imagine that throwing your life on the line has been prohibited for fifty years, due to the amount of casualties that it has prompted before.

"He was the one who suggested it in the first place."

Although you couldn't see him, you could tell that the man was huffing slightly from the other side of the screen. His arms were mostly crossed, and his lips were twisted into a frown as he spoke.

Maybe it's not a sin after all?

Since the other man may have been the first to establish such a rule, and the young man in front of you may have been forced to participate in such a duel?

"But in the end, he was too weak."

But his following statements made you reconsider your opinion. For someone who was admitting guilt to murder within the monastery of God, his sentiments were surprisingly frigid. You would have inferred that this young man was still under twenty from the tone of his voice and speech habits. The way he spoke was rather lighthearted, similar to the tone a young child would constantly speak in.

"So I ended up killing him."

You faltered for a moment as you tried to find the proper phrases to use.

"Do you regret doing what you did?"

You questioned while gazing aimlessly into the statue that was hanging in front of you. However, all this actually accomplished was to attempt to soothe your anxieties in the hopes that God would help you communicate with this child.

"Though I ought to, I have no feeling. Just emptiness"

He gave a burly response, as if he had heard this inquiry a thousand times before. Even yet, you began to wonder if his previous exposure to the query may help to explain his generally impassive demeanour.

"I must, however, apologise to Sister. I am aware that hearing someone profess to killing someone is certainly upsetting."

"...No, it's alright. Everything within the church will be judged fairly in the eyes of God."

Despite the fact that anything confessed in a religious setting must be kept private between the confessor and the listener. His abrupt admission of using violence did not make you feel any better of having to keep such a tedious act under the rug. If it wasn't for the strict rule within the church, you would have left the moment he confessed to his crime.

"You know what? On second consideration, I believe I should leave. I feel a little guilty for impeding your pursuit for affirmations."

Normally, according to your instructions, you would have prevented the person from departing and encouraged them to a seat so they could take a moment to relax. Yet, you were unable to genuinely utter those words whilst praying for the sick man to leave this church, you felt a little terrible for wishing such a thing from God. You were aware that he may perform more tedious deeds if left alone with the outside world, but what could a simple nun like you possibly do?

"May I receive your blessings before I leave?"

You hesitated before reaching up to the screen with your palm outstretched in an effort to bless the young man.

"Grant this man the wisdom, understanding, and strength they need to follow in the footsteps of-."

Suddenly, his bloodied hand shoots through the screen and grabs hold of your wrist forcefully, leading you to shriek out in horror as his nails pierces through the layer of your skin.

"I..I need you to let go of me right now."

You spoke, attempting to keep your voice stable but failing due to your fear. You struggled against his hands in an attempt to loosen his abnormally tenuous grip, but your efforts were fruitless. Perhaps he was some sort of warrior? That would explain his abnormal strength.

"Sister, but before I do that. May I ask you a question?"

Despite the misery he was subjecting you to, the man speaking on the opposite side of the screen had a fairly cheerful tone to his voice. However, you must admit that it is to be anticipated given that he just publicly admitted to murder in a church, a place of worship where God prevails. You wondered if this man was even a believer of God, or if he was simply an atheist, seeking to play some cruel prank upon you.

"....Yes, go on."

You responded, pleading with your benevolent God to deliver you from this immense suffering. With your other hand firmly clenching your rosemary, you whispered a few brief prayers in the hope that the person on the other end of the line wouldn't hear you.

"Do you truly believe murder is a sin?"

What kind of a question is that? Given that everything is within God's authority, any action that results in the taking of another person's life is obviously sinful. Once you've committed such a terrible sin, perhaps not even pleading for forgiveness will be enough to redeem you.

"It is."

For a brief moment, there was silence in the room, which made you feel uneasy than you already were. As you waited for his response, you could feel sweat starting to accumulate on the center of your forehead, despite the cold temperature within the dimly-lit room.

"But doesn't God always claim the lives of those around him? He would end the suffering of everyone if he were sincere in his desire to preserve his people.

Normally, you would have reprimanded someone for uttering such a vulgar question, believing that they were ridiculing God..However, you could tell that the man sitting in front of you was being genuine since his tone lacked any trace of sarcasm, only an interest in nature.

"That is true."

As you spoke, you closed your eyes and sought to swallow your dread in order to think of a response that would soothe his concerns and encourage him to leave the church.

"However, we must remember that we are merely mortals and not some sort of transcendent being. We are only grains of dust in the universe, regardless of whether God exists or not."

He thoughtfully listens to what you suggest, never once opening his mouth to speak in response. His hold on your arms begins to loosen up a little. You even ponder whether he was actually paying attention to what you said, seeping every word into his heart.

"We must therefore lead morally upright lives, even without a God."

You finish your speech, fluttering your eyes open once again, drawing in a deep breath. The man on the other line hummed carefully, as if he was gradually allowing your words to sleep into his kind.

Finally he spoke.

"I see, Sister. Thank you so much for your philosophical guidance. I will keep that in mind."

His hands drew back to the other side of the panel as the hold he had on your arm entirely released. You grimaced as you raised your arms to your face and noticed that some of the warm blood that was oozing down your forearm had already dried up.

Despite having seen blood before, you have never enjoyed having to directly touch blood because it always made you feel soiled. As the sound of the chair grinding against the floorboards finally travels through your ears, a wave of relief floods through you.

He's leaving.

"Thank you for having taken the time to listen to my confession."

A mess of orange curls could just about be seen through the darkness as he stood up in the dimly lit room. Have you recently seen those curls somewhere else? Orange hair wasn't prevalent in the area, although his hair could potentially be blonde and just appear orange due to the lighting of the room.

That isn't plausible, though. Perhaps what transpired has left you feeling a little jittery.

"Ah before I leave," the young man paused and peered through the booth separating the two of you. You were relieved that the room was rather dark and that you had opted to wear a white veil while attending to the confession, maybe you should wear a veil everyday. His blue eyes stood out against the shadows; they were soulless eyes that mirrored a demon's existence in many dimensions

Perhaps he was a demon in disguise, lurking to take and savour every inch of your soul.

The mere thought induces a frigid shudder to travel down your spine, that's just absurd to think about.

"I'll be sure to return again, since I had a very fun time conversing with you. Be sure to be here on every Thursday, strictly at 10 pm."

You cowered in despair as you struggled to remove the blood off your forearm after he left the reconciliation room.

Why did he have to stain you like this?

As you scrub your skin with an emergency towel that is hidden beneath the desk, tears are on the verge of streaming down your face as you murmured a few words of blessings, trying to reaffirm your mental state.

No, perhaps you were correct. He could have genuinely been a ferocious devil masquerading as a person.

That would merely account for his lack of humanity.

There's no way a normal person can be so, apathetic.

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bi-turtle-enthusiast · 1 year

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he got a little too silly

#childe #genshin childe #genshin tartagalia #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin fanart #genshin impact #tartaglia #tartagalicious #tartaglia angst

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a-mentally-ill-writer · 8 months

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***SPOILERS***Childe in the Fortress of Meropide at the end of the archon quest:

“Girlie…hey girlie get me tf out of here pls” Someone pls help me photoshop bars onto this pic

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #ajax #tartagalicious #pls help #shitpost #fontaine #archon quest #furina #genshin tartagalia #someone make this happen

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hisokaisdaddyz · 1 year

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Tʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʟᴏʟ.

Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ: Cʜɪʟᴅᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜʙᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ

"How refreshing it is to have you all to myself…"

Childe said as he mounted me, I moaned softly feeling him grind against me.

A grin played on his lips as he stared at me.

"I never thought I'd enjoy seeing how pathetic and submissive one could be."

He whispered seductively, as he yanked my hair, slamming his thickness in me, completely stretching me.

I released a choked moan as my toes curled and my back arched into him.

He wasn't being as soft as I assumed he was…. Childe was certainly asserting dominance over me.

"This… This is all mine.."

He chuckled deeply as my legs shook uncontrollably around his waist, and he clamped his hands around my neck.

"How cute.. "

He mumbled gazing down at my disheveled state, earning a glare from me.

"Tartaglia"

I whimpered as he pressed me against him, shoving himself deeper.

The tip of his diçk abused me and he collided with me, fucking me mercilessly, my eyes rolled to the back of my skull and broken mewls eluded past my swollen lips, which he sucked on leaving his marks.

He grabbed my arm, pulled me away and positioned me onto my stomach, and shoved my face into the bed.

Tartaglia placed his hand on my waist and I released a muffled scream feeling him slam into my aching hole again.

I could barely breathe, not because my face was pushed into the velvety sheets but because his thrust was so rough, and demanding.

"Are you going to admit it?"

"Admit you're my little submissive toy."

He whispered seductively, his warm breath tingling my earlobe.

The feeling of Tartaglia's hands groping and caressing parts of me, and the overwhelming thickness that filled me below was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

"I'm yours, Tartaglia, yours too use…"

He began laughing quietly, and he completely destroyed me…

"That's a good Traveler…"

"I cannot help but notice your thighs… desperately squirming to hide your excitement.."

He buried his face in my neck, slowly grinding against me as his nails dug into my thighs.

"And the teasing sight… of your exposed collar bones as you pore over me, in an attempt to make me submit to you… it filled me with such lust I cannot hold it any longer… The sudden urge to show precisely who is in charge here came over me… And tonight… I'll show you. "

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