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#yandere childe x you
random-yandere-fandom · 3 months
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Thinking about...
Kaeya, who loves peppering your neck with kisses. Who adores inhaling your scent and feeling your breath hitch as he ghosts his lips over your throat, searching for your pulse. He revels in the fact you let him so close, his teeth right next to your pulsing artery, to the airways and vocal cords. The only thing separating him from them is your flesh that he kisses and nibbles on, sucking on the particular sensitive skin just below your ear that makes you shiver. You will be covered with marks after and though there is a part of him that feels embarrassed that he let it get out of hand, there is no denying the smug pride he can't fully hide.
Zhongli, who strolls through Liyue Harbor with you, hand resting on the small of your back. His warmth spreads and you feel his thumb draw small circles on you, separated through your clothes. His rich voice telling you all kinds of stories, his eyes shining whenever he manages to make you laugh with an anecdote or feels your eyes on him for a little too long. He shows off his city to you in a subtle way all the while not so subtly showing you off to everyone nearby.
Childe, who does not see a reason to wake you up even if it's way past morning, the sun high in the sky. His arm is wrapped around your waist, his nose nuzzled against your shoulder blade as he chooses between pressing closer and breathing. He focuses on the rise and fall of each breath you take and the calm heartbeat and presses a small kiss above your spine, enjoying the taste and feel of your skin. He mentally congratulates himself on commanding his subordinates to leave him alone today.
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wishluc · 18 days
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Courtship
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CW: Yandere character, obsession, power imbalance, implied murder, implied stalking
PAIRING: Yandere! Childe x GN! Reader
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Childe, who is desperate to earn your affection, but is unsure of how to go about it. He's fought for all the things he loves; his family, his nation, his name—yet when he raises his weapon against a bumbling fool that dared to glance at you for a moment too long, you frown and his moniker falls from your lips as a harsh, curt order.
"Master Childe," your voice is as cold as your inconsideration to his intentions, but he steps back at once, as though your utterance of his title is akin to a harsh tug on a tightly clamped leash.
He earns a familiar look of displeasure when he reaches out for his dagger, and you hide your scowl with a stiff smile when interrupting his threats against his helpless victim. You swiftly enter his line of sight and render him unable to defy, and he wonders just when you'd realize why he was doing this.
But in the next moment, he's all over you again. Smiling, teasing, his arm around you as he continues his previous story about Teucer's latest interests without missing a beat. You don't pretend to humor him for a moment longer—all under a ridiculous pretence of what you call professionalism—and he's left alone, humiliated yet entirely concerned that you'd never spare a glance his way again.
Though your rejection stings, he's persistent, and the unassuming smile on his face does not falter. He continues to try and entice you with sweet whispers and cloying words, letting his hands linger on your waist as he tells you about how much he misses you. He leans in closer when you smile back—the gesture barely perceptible to anyone else, but Childe is extremely observant— only to be stopped by your hand atop his.
"It's getting late, Master Childe. I should be heading back now," and your smile grows, radiant against the aureate light.
"Dinner first, then?"
"I prefer to spend the evenings alone."
"Let me accompany you home, at least." Your lips press into a thin line before you nod, letting him lead the way. There was no point in pretending to be unaware of how much he already knew about you.
Your conversation has onlookers whispering amongst themselves, no doubt curious to catch a glimpse of the infamous Fatuus, before scurrying off as he turns, frantically avoiding his gaze. To anyone else, the scene must have appeared to be humiliating. Perhaps they expected him to lose his temper; to strike down an unsuspecting passerby or two in an attempt at unloading some of his growing frustration. To make an example. But he does none of that.
He's no saint, of course. Disappointment swells within him, and he has had to bite back a frown more than once during your meeting. He's only better at hiding it than you. Your upfrontness leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but it's still part of the reason he finds you so fascinating. Maybe you already know this. But you're a clever thing, despite how foolish it may be to try and provoke him. You know when to stop—right before he's completely sick of your disrespect, just as his frustration begins to peak—and reel in the demeanor to something less jarring. You're wholly aware of how cruel he can be, but also of how much power you hold over him as a result of his twisted love.
As he walks on in front of you (never too far ahead, lest the leash begin to slip from your grip), mouth set in a straight line and arms stiff by his sides, you saunter up beside him and fall into step. His hand finds its place in yours, and you take it without voicing out any complaint. It's strange for someone like him, who only knows how to want like he fights, intense and uninhibited—to be satisfied with just this simple gesture. But he stands here, placated with nothing more than a touch.
He ignores any hesitation on your part, tugging you closer until you jolt against him, and your joined hands are pressed in between your figures. He keeps you close to his side, occasionally bumping into each other as you make your way home.
It would be nice if you were so sensible more often. He has offered time and time again to take care of things in your stead. He'd eagerly bring you the head of your enemies and let you wash the blood off his hands, he'd spoil you in luxury and take only a smile in thanks; if only you wanted. Instead, you turn your nose up at him and return to the monotony of work. You brazenly claim, with nothing more than a sideway glance, that you had no need for his help. And to a certain extent, it's true. You're extremely capable. Is the way he trails after you not proof enough?
He's tried to convince you, but limp fingers cleanly removed and blood-red pearls earn him nothing more than a sigh and a mutter about impracticality. Even your initial fear at the sight of something so gruesome is quickly straightened out, though he catches wind about you investigating who they belonged to. He eagerly observes how you stop frequenting the markets after that. He may not have earned your gratitude, but you had developed a wariness he was more than happy with.
It's the last he attempts at gifting you something so morbid—though he likes to remind you that the offer will always be open—and instead sticks to trinkets you may find more use for. Rouge that he insists on applying, pressed up too close all while crooning about how well it suits you, perfumed oil he massages onto your wrists and nape with calloused fingers and delicate glass bowls to hold it all. He finds pride in knowing all his training has made his hands steady enough to carry out such intricate tasks, but your heart hasn't wavered despite his efforts and displays.
The silence, in itself, is comforting. For all he wishes to have you alone, he never knows what to say after. He thinks of nothing as much as he does you these days. Everything revolves around you. But with the quiet atmosphere, he can focus on your subtle scent, the flutter of your lashes, and the shape of your nails. If you were to be speaking, trying to remember the lilt of your voice and the underlying timbre, apart from your words and gestures, would have overwhelmed him. His desire to commit every detail to memory combined with his overzealousness would have exhausted him very quickly.
Instead, he lets himself plan. How else could he draw out more time with you? He could conjure up some reason related to your work and his, or he could stick to his usual plan of 'happening' to be around. He could insist on buying you a meal to make up for something or the other. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to think of elaborate plots to inch closer to you. Strategy in both love and war were surprisingly similar.
Or he could stop thinking so much and just take you. Who would dare try and stop him?
He'd like to have you in his arms, properly, and hold you against his firm figure. Some part of him has always craved the domesticity of such a fantasy, where you might tuck your head under his chin and smile against his skin when he greets you after a long day at work. He could do it if he wanted; take you home, and make you play pretend until it was all you knew to do. Simple signs of affection of the sort might soothe the ache of the wound festering at his side ever since he was handed over to the Fatui. But he wanted more than he deserved. More than your foolish games and his moribund attempts at playing along.
He wanted—needed—sincerity on your part.
Your steps hasten the closer he gets to your lodging, the gap between you widening until only your conjoined hands bridge it. Were you acting without regard for the consequences because you naively believed this little corner was free from his influence?
But tonight, his heart twists as you walk away. How cruel you are to him; who can only yearn.
You peek over your shoulder, mouth set in the slightest downturn as you thank him for escorting you. There's nothing genuine behind your tone, and he pretends it doesn't sting. He's spared nothing more than a blunt goodbye before you enter the building, not even glancing back.
There's always tomorrow. He'd work harder, learn more about your likes and one day...things would change.
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iluvzaddies · 9 months
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run rabbit run (4)
pairing: yandere!childe x reader
warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw
inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”
summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.
note: hey, loves! sorry for the long hiatus. i lost motivation to write, but i’m back now! here’s chapter 4 of run rabbit run. it’s a little rushed tho and my writing hasn’t really improved :(
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“then, give yourself to me.”
your breath hitched, feeling both disgusted by childe’s wet kisses on your neck and embarrassed because you were not the only people in the room.
the sound of a gun’s safety turned off and childe immediately pulled away from your neck.
your father was on his feet, his left hand clutching on his stomach and his right shakily holding a pistol, which he somehow managed to grab ahold of while childe was getting too close for comfort. “leave my daughter alone, you son of a bitch.”
you couldn’t stand to see your father in that state, but neither could he stand to see his own daughter being harassed by the man he was working for– well, the man he used to work for.
“did you just curse my mother?” childe scoffed, not an ounce of playfulness in his tone. “oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
your father pulled the trigger.
childe summoned his weapons again and skillfully cut the bullet in half.
you gaped at the scene.
your father tried to pull the trigger once again, but this time, his gun was cut in half.
he stumbled back, hitting the shelves, furniture falling onto the ground, smashing into bits and pieces. at the impact, more blood seeped out of his wound and he began coughing out blood.
childe strode towards him with malicious intent. he placed the tip of his weapon under his chin, bringing his head up to look at him in the eyes.
“you’re a pathetic fool.” he taunted. “going against a harbinger like myself? not a smart move. since you are no value to me and you refuse to hand me your daughter, i’ll have to dispose of you now.”
your father heaved out. “before you kill me, i’d like to say a few words to my daughter. tell your men to unhand her. i want this to be between us only.”
childe sighed and rolled his eyes. “fine, hurry up. no funny business.”
the second the pyro agents’ grip on you loosened, you wasted no time running towards your father.
“f–father…” you sniffled.
“my sweet, smart, talented girl. i will always love you. never forget that. you’re the greatest gift one could ever receive and i am proud to call you my daughter.” he caressed your cheek and you leaned your cheek against his warm palm, which would soon turn cold.
you shivered at the though of it.
he said he was proud of you. how could he be proud of someone as weak as you? someone as useless as you?
“i’m sorry. i–if only i was strong enough, i could–“
“stop it. there’s really no way out of this situation, (y/n). don’t blame yourself.”
“that is enough chit-chat, mr (l/n).” childe interjected.
he snapped his fingers and you were back into the arms of the pyro agents.
“no, i beg of you to let him live! i told you i would go with you willingly!” you begged.
“i’ve already made up my mind. and he’s already dying anyway. don’t worry, my rabbit. i’ll give him a quick and easy death.” childe’s gaze shifted to the pyro agents. “take her outside…” he dismissed with a wave. “…unless you want to watch?”
“no.” you whimpered, violently shaking your head.
and so, you were brought outside and you were faced with a carriage.
it wasn’t like one of those plain, wooden carriages. the carriage was black and had intricate golden patterns, drawn by four beautiful gray horses.
the pyro agents’ shoved you in the carriage and shut the door.
“shit! fuck! fuck!” you ruffled your hair in frustration, lowering your head, letting your tears fall onto the red velvet carpet.
you had to do something.
‘if i can’t save father, i should save myself.’
think.
think.
think.
a light bulb went on in your head.
you decided that you were going to hijack the carriage, while childe was still in the cabin and the pyro agents’ were standing around, waiting for their master’s next order. it was a better idea than trying to outrun them in the cold weather.
you slowly opened the door, the other door. luckily, carriages had two doors.
you snuck towards the driver, quiet as a mouse, and then made your move. you climbed up the seat, pushed the driver out and flicked the horses’ reins.
you made it.
you escaped.
…for now.
(part 5 coming soon)
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kissesforsatoru · 1 year
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i can’t stop thinking about yan! mafia boss! childe yelling at his men and then you walk in and his demeanor completely changes. his face will soften and he’ll take you into his arms gently with a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go wait in your room for him to finish. he calls you sweet nicknames and looks at you like you’re his whole world, and then as soon as you leave he’s back to yelling and glaring at everyone else in the room.
you’re his sweet little love and he hates the idea of you getting involved in his work or letting you see his bad side, so he keeps you away and never yells or does bad things in front of you.
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Hello! May l request a Yandere Childe Headcannons with a GN darling who is like Dazai Osamu from Bsd?
B-But...you're my only darling anon. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) ( Also GN means Gender Neutral right? And does darling pertain to anything, or is it like, a personality trait? Sorry, I am not with the times, I am a hermit, but want to clarify, and try my best. Sorry if my writing didn't meet that need )
Trigger Warning: Suicidal jokes, self harm, stalking, Yandering.
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Childe as a yandere, he would often stalk you, and take your things without you realizing it. Such as your garbage, broken and used makeup containers, half eaten foods, anything that has "you" on it.
He would often try and get your schedule down and memorize your address.
For a while, he stayed in the shadows and watch you, and even have articles of your clothing on him, near him, with him, ones he stole from your closet that you don’t wear, or ones you have thrown away.
However, he noticed that you were talking to men more, and hanging more out with other men. This made his face go dark and his eyes go blank.
Despite being in the fatui, he was smart enough to not make a move yet, but he was planning to make a move.
Now over a few months, he would purposely bump into your shoulders, and return certain things to you, as if you lost it.
You would see this, and as friendly as you are, you would make jokes with him, and be friendly to him. Even make suicidal comical jokes which Childe would pretend to laugh or pretend to be off putting by it. But he loved every moment of it. Maybe he can be your savior, get you to depend on him.
However, things hit the fan when he saw a friend of yours, a small male friend of yours was getting particular close to you, he was able to hold back by digging into his hands and scratching his arm deeply to remind himself of his place...as he watched this man put his arm around you, and wipe food off your cheeks.
But, this man crossed the line, he kissed your cheek with a blush on his cheek and yours. Childe gripped his arrows as he wanted to shoot it through his head and licked that kiss off your lips.
At that moment, he devise a plan. He will change his stalking routine, and stalk the man that kissed you and try his best to not kill but scare him enough to never return again.
At night, around 2:45 am, he followed this man who dare to taint you with his slobbering disgusting lips, into his home. He had been for a few days, so at this time, he hopped through the window waited behind the bedroom door.
Once the man walked through, and took off his coat, Childe walked up and pushed the man on the bed, he climbed on top of the man and held a knife to his mouth. "H-Huh?! W-Who are you!?" Childe pushed his knife into his mouth and glared down at him.
"Such disgusting lips...I want to mutilate them..." Childe glared down at the man.
He grabbed the man's cheeks hard and held a knife to his lips, ready to carve it off, until he was interrupted.
"So it was you." You were standing behind Childe watching him.
Childe turned around with a shocked but dark face. "You..." His face then turned into a delusional expression with crippling glee. "Ahaha, you noticed me and talked to me...my dear, give me a few moments, I need to deal with this pig..."
You then walked to Childe, and gently stroked his cheek, with a gentle smile of your own. "I always noticed you. For months, behind the tea house, taking me things, I always knew...I just had to lure you out with a bait..."
Childe smile turned into a dumbstruck face slowly, as his eyes glanced at the man behind him without turning his head, a man who had no idea he was the bait at all.
Childe gaze then turned back to you, as your hand was still on his cheek. However, your face still had a sweet smile, that was now the scariest thing to be witnessing right now.
You ran your fingers across his lips. "Life...living, it's all so meaningless, yet you found a way to cling onto life through me and use me to verify your living...how ironic..."
You then pulled away, keeping the smile. "By the way, there was poison on my hands, please enjoy the next 5 hours as best as you can, okay?~"
Childe's eyes widen as he realized that his lips suddenly started to feel...tingly.
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aluraveil · 2 years
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Lovesick Fool
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TW : Yandere themes, unstable Childe, cheating, swearing, and heavy angst.
Pairings : Yandere Childe x Reader
Sypnosis : Your cheating ex boyfriend Childe sees you again after a year since the both of you broke up. 
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It had been a year since you broke up with your ex boyfriend after finding out he cheated on you. You were heartbroken. You loved him a lot and it all went down the drain when you saw him fucking another girl.
You now lived in a small village in Snezhnaya when you decided to visit another village called Morepesok. You had heard that they were selling a certain book you liked to read so you took a trip there in hopes of being able to buy the book.
Unfortunately, your ex boyfriend and his family lived there but he hardly ever came home due to his status of being a Harbinger and you really wanted to read the book.
About an hour later you arrived at the village. You looked around in hopes of seeing the book you wanted to buy on sale. You started looking through the stores when unfortunately, the book you wanted to buy was nowhere to be found. You were quite upset but shrugged it off as you decided to walk back to your old village.
You noticed a group of people were all huddled up and close together when you had spotted your ex boyfriend Childe in the middle of the crowd.
You froze as you had thought that you would never see him again. In fact you never wanted to see him ever again. Not after how he broke your heart and played with your feelings.
You quickly looked away but unfortunately Childe had spotted you and he was walking towards you to catch up with you. 
“Hey Y/N it’s been a long time!” He said with a sweet smile as he stood infront of you. You didn’t even bother to talk to him. You didn’t even look at him as you just walked past him not even acknowledging his presence.
He was sad and dissapointed when you just ignored him. He was confused. 
“Y/N? My love please talk to me. I’ve missed you so much.” He grabbed your arm and clung onto it as you just ignored him and didn’t even pay him any mind because he deserved it. 
He broke your heart and he just expects you to forget about it? Fuck no. 
You tried to shove him off your arm but his grip was iron tight.
“My love? Dove? Darling? Dear?” He pleaded with you. He wanted to hear your beautiful face. He wanted to try to meet your eyes with his gaze. “Please? I love you so much.”
People around you started to notice the way the Harbinger clinged onto you. They saw how desperate he was. People snickered at the fact that the oh how fearsome mighty and ruthless 11th Harbinger looked like a lovesick fool for someone that he loved a lot.
You finally looked down at him and you could have sworn his eyes looked like heart shaped ones. His gaze was full of obsession, lust, and love.
“Get the fuck off of my arm.” You said as you stared down at him with a cold gaze.
Childe nearly shivered at your gaze and he loosened his grip on your arm. You grabbed him and you punched him in the face. He fell to the ground and he was shocked as he looked at you who was standing above him.
Everybody around you was shocked. You had just punched a fucking Harbinger.
The both of you stared at each other for a few seconds until you broke it. You turned around and never looked back as you walked back to your village. Leaving Childe there laying on the ground.
His face quickly turned from shocking into a lovesick expression as he let his mind be devoured by the thoughts of you.
“You’ll be back in my arms soon enough. I promise you.”
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Reblogs and likes are appreciated <3
YALL AM I DOING THIS RIGHT?? IM STILL NEW TO WRITING ON TUMBLR AND I NEED MORE EXPOSURE HELP
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2-dsimp · 9 months
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Is Childe the type to keep you as a older sister for his siblings?
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Absolutely I mean how could he possibly say no to his siblings when they said they wanted you as their big sister 👀
@keiborge
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A/N: Also guess who’s back! Back again (^◇^;) things have been hectic since I’ve last saw y’all which was a month ago 💀. I hope everyone has been well!
And since I’m coming back I’m going to try my best to stick to a strict schedule like posting once or twice every 1-3 days either on this blog or my side blog. Since I’ve left some drafts/asks unfinished. I’m going to slowly ease back into the yandere simulator genshin cyoa. Since it’s been awhile I’ve gotta re-familiarize myself with my game system I’ve made for the CYOA plus drawing the characters.
Which means that Any and all drawing requests are now welcomed! Your requests can also be any character from any other fandom as well (>^ω^<)
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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months
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Yandere!Childe Bit
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themed content, mentioning stalking, kidnapping, being chained against will, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!
Having Yandere!Childe be so obsessed with you that he follows you around the regions like he did with Traveler after meeting them in Liyue. Except everywhere you two end up together, there’s some bizarre scenario that he saves you from until you start getting suspicious so he knocks you out and you wake up in a room at Zapolyarny Palace with a lock around your ankle that connects to a chain bolted to the floor. You’ve got enough chain to walk around the room but the windows have bars, everything is bolted to the floor minus one simple wood chair, and all the doors leading out are locked.
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jinuaei · 1 year
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A kiss for Childe
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Your Grace is rather bold to kiss Childe on the cheek like that, it’s quite lucky that there’s no person other than you two in the garden.
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But he does look happy receiving that kiss. How adorable.
Oh but what a pity your grace. He’s more attached to you now.
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Perhaps you should have been careful with your display of affection.
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You won’t be going anywhere soon.
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Thank you to the person who sent me a dm for the idea to give Childe a kiss on the cheek! I know this took very long but I hope this was satisfactory. (Also if you want me to share your name, send me a dm! (referring to the cheek kiss person))
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alj0saray · 20 days
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Nessuna possibilità di scelta
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, Broken English, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Drug Abuse, Kidnapping, Yandere, Toxic Thoughts, Broken trust, Gender Neutral Reader, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Childe x Reader (Genshin Impact) Words Count: 1,077
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⤠ Old Drabble ⤟ Genshin Impact Masterlist ⤠ «You can be the beauty, and I could be the monster» (Childe) ⤟
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@/its-alvi-tar requested: Y A N D E R E C H I L D E P L S
finally with genshin, aren't we happy? Also yeah i didn't plan this to become so long lmaoo I'm not sorry tho, my writing seems to get longer and longer the more i write - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses) on 20/11/2020.
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You appeared in his life when he last expected to, randomly, and in the same way, you wanted to leave him behind, to go away and never come back to Liyue, to him. But he wasn’t going to let you escape from his grasp so easily. 
Every time you try to start talking about wanting to leave Liyue, to see the world like he did, and get to know better the word that surrounds you, Childe is simply ignoring it. He doesn't understand you; Why leave when you can have him? Do you need to leave? To see this cruel, mean word that offers nothing to innocent and naive people like you, but that only takes and takes? No. You deserve better than that, and he knows how to prove it. If you weren't such a stubborn little brat... 
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“I don’t get it why you seem so against the idea of me leaving…” you say giggling when you notice Childe's surprised expression, and his cheek getting redder by the minute. 
“You are telling me that you won’t miss me? Uh?” he pouts, clearly offended at your words. 
“Of course, I will miss you Childe! But we will see each other soon, I’m going to come back to Liyue” you add, quickly giving a kiss on Childe’s cheek, making the brunette's face even redder than before. 
“…Whatever. Let’s go have something to eat all right? My treat.” He quickly says before you can tease him, walking a little bit faster than usual. 
Even if you protested sometimes, it was always Ajax paying. Nor once did you use your own money if he was around, and you would often joke about having a debt to the Harbinger that is getting bigger and bigger over time. Well, maybe it was the time to repay the debt… 
“What do you think about going there?” 
Your voice breaks through Childe’s weird and violent thinking, almost like a slap to reality. He looks over your figure confused before his brain fully understands what is happening, but still, his mind couldn’t think of a quick and proper reply something you take notice. 
“Is everything okay Childe? You seem… weird those days,” you say, worry written all over your face face, and tone. 
“Uh, yeah! I’m… I’m fine, just thinking about work stuff” you didn’t seem content with Childe’s response, you appeared still worried but decided to let go, he wasn’t going to talk about it anyway. The brunette never really talked about himself too much, you simply thought about it as someone who didn’t open up quickly, but the reality was that Childe was scared of what you could think of him, so he decided to keep it low. Sometimes ignorance is bliss uh? 
One of Childe’s favorite things to do was watching you eating happily and seeing you being so worried about him spending so much money on you, it was adorable. As if he would let you know that his bank account is simply loaded and waiting to be spent, well, maybe he will let you know sooner or later... He could spend hours simply watching you, seeing you smiling or frowning, whatever reaction you might have Ajax could stare at it for hours. A real shame that today was going to be slightly different… But it was for your own good. More so his, but he promises in his head that it's also for your own good. 
In fast hand motions, Childe adds some pills to your food without you noticing it in the sightless, guard completely low around him something that makes his possessiveness side growl in appreciation. You simply started eating without the faintest idea of what he did, he enjoyed watching you eat in peace and complete ignorance. Soon you started to feel so tired, so sleepy it made your heart jump in its place: what the hell was happening to you? You felt your eyelid getting so heavy all the sudden, and it was only getting worse and worse. Your eyes immediately go to look at Ajax; confusion and fear all written in your pretty face as, in your head, an idea stuck: did he do this? No, he couldn't have... You trusted him dearly and he was a good person... Right? What reason would he have to do this.... Just when you feel your consciousness slip away Ajax rapidly takes you in his arms, whispering a soft and delicate “Everything it’s going to be okay”. But you were too far gone to register those words. 
“Oh my god! Are they okay?!” Childe hears the voice of a staff member asking rather worried while looking at you and then at the fatui. “Should we call--” 
“Oh no, no need,” he says, tone kind and polite. “They were just tired, nothing to worry about. I’ll bring them home to rest” 
The staff member doesn't seem that convinced, but with Ajax's calm and polite look they can't really say anything, so they just nod and ask if Ajax would still like to pay your part of the food. 
As soon as paying it done he almost starts running. He knows he has all the time of the word, he could take it easy, but his brain is telling him to run, run as fast as he could. So he walks much faster than needed, listening to his worried head. 
Entering the little apartment he rents in Liyue Ajax finally feels his body relax. He goes to the bedroom and gently lays you on it, unsure if he should handcuff you to the bed or not. Part of him tells him it isn’t fair to you and that what if you get hurt on those? He doesn't want to hurt you when you have been so good to him, but what if you tried to escape? Maybe he is overthinking again... Ajax looks at your peaceful sleepy figure, having no idea about what he just did to you, definitely breaking your trust, or what he was about to do to you also. There is some part of his mind that starts feeling guilty now, what he really doing it for you? Was it in truth all about himself, his need and desperation for you to go away? 
“You should have listened to me the first time we met…” Childe sighs, gently stroking your cheek and looking at you with sadness in his eyes “…never trust the Fatui.” 
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funficwriter · 9 months
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Celestial is Cruel (Tartaglia/Childe x Recruit!Reader)
A/N: Not much, apart from the fact that damn I got some... Fantasies. Fucked up ones but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a blast writing it. Hopping on to part 2!
Warnings: Sad, disrespect of graves, abuse of power, slight motif of punishment, kinda yandere, horny Tartaglia with even worse timing, talk of a dead friend.
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He hated every single thing about this ordeal. The uncomfortable position on the tree was the least of them. At least it offered a good view of you.
He hated how you wailed like a child, because his sweet little recruit shouldn't be sad. He hated how you were laying on the tombstone, arms splayed out as if hugging your dearly departed friend, because such a passionate embrace should only be for him. He hated the flowers you got him tonight, because they symbolized mourning.
He hated it all, because you were giving everything... Your emotions, attentions, presence and more... To another man.
A dead one, too. Really, now! This is how you spent your free nights the last few weeks? Did they stop teaching cadets to not be too attached to each other? That the Fatui had death everyday?
No matter. As your Lord, he was going to put an end to this. He was going to put you back on the right path as a recruit. His recruit.
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Deeper into the icy woods, laid your friend's grave. It was particularly hard to get to by virtue of being so nestled.
One wouldn't have to go as deep to hear you. It's been weeks and you still have such nights, wailing and apologizing to your companion of years. You also never dared an appearance without flowers, even if he wouldn't mind.
Your body felt cold against the tombstone. You could never pinpoint the exact time that you laid down in this manner, arms sore from sprawling them out across the stone. Perhaps once you stopped denying his death. But what really took your energy was your crying.
"I'm sorry, Julian! I'm sorry, I should have taken that hit, and you should be here! I'm sorry, forgive me...".
When you two were cadets, you were constantly warned about the possibility of losing your comrade. You were told, time and time again, 'don't get too attached to each other'. But hearing it in the classroom was worlds different than facing it. You two would laugh about it and drink afterwards, bantering back and forth:
"If I die, you better bring hyacinths instead of roses! I hate those spiral-ey shits!"
"In that case, you better tell me who's dating who over a bottle of fire-water! You can splash it on my tombstone!"
"Forget this old graveyard etiquette, you can chill out on mine if you need to get away from everyone else!"
Now here you were, with this banter being closer to reality.
Forget your status within the Fatui. Forget the heightened expectation of 'getting over' your friend because 'this happens everyday, it's part of our job'. Forget the potential displeasure of your Harbinger; You knew you were going to face his wrath at some point, but for now, you just needed some space to be a messy griever, consequences to be damned and faced.
"Julian... I don't wanna go back yet. I want to stay a bit more...".
"Y/N.".
Of course he'd seek you out. You tried to adhere to your usual duties, but it was obvious that you needed a bit more time to get back on par. Especially by his standards.
His hulking shadow engulfed your figure, even more so as he bent down to your level. You felt his hand patting your shoulder and looked up to meet his eyes.
"There, there. At least we both know that he died for the Tsaritsa's cause. The most honorable way to go.".
You sniffled: "But he was so young... We still count as fresh recruits, and he was always so resilient...".
"Yes, I know that. Julian was a remarkable unit, and a fine comrade...".
His hand could never remain in one place for too long, least of all if your body's concerned. You wanted to smack him when you felt it slide down to waist level, waiting for more. You were expecting this, but right on Julian's resting place? Really?
"But remember, my dear, that this isn't clerking; This is the Fatui. Great units are still at high risk, no matter how powerful they are...".
It wasn't fully here yet, but you knew where all of this was going. How could you not? You've been performing at a 'sub-par' level in comparison to your usual, you've spaced out thinking of Julian more than a few times, and though you did your best, many who came in contact with you swore up and down that eyes could never look as glossy as those of you losing your friend. All behavior unfitting for Tartaglia's prodigy.
It was very obvious that something has changed, and this will affect your Lord as well. He can't let you keep this up; It's his job as your superior to rectify this in whatever way he sees fit. A messy, moping recruit wasn't a good asset to have.
And you knew Lord Tartaglia - Childe, how fitting. If said way could bring him some sort of fun or pleasure, he was going to take it. For it to involve his sweet, little overachieving soldier? Well, the constant lip-licking was expected.
So did the wandering hand, pulling himself a little closer to you. Now your waist was almost encircled by his arm.
"I'm not saying you're bad for feeling like this. You're human. But you both knew what you signed up for. I myself has a couple of near-death experiences and lost comrades, and I'm a Harbinger.".
He could soften his tone all he wanted. You knew this talk was rehearsed. It sounded too much like his usual cold reading voice. You'd assume someone who felt your pain would be a little more empathetic, more supportive. But him? He was doing a horrible job hiding the excitement in his eyes, the prospect of 'putting you in line'. You looked down; The tent in his pants further told you what you needed to know. What did it matter if your face was still blotchy from crying?
You backed away while asking: "Lost comrades?".
"Yup. Ya know, I had this friend, Antony, who I bunked with back in our cadet days. He always sang for us at parties. Really fun guy. We also talked about our families so you can bet we were close.".
"What happened to him?".
The acting was losing whatever little effort it had: "Burned to death. I mourned too, I liked him a lot. But this is part of the job. This can be expected any day, any mission, and our friends aren't exempt by being loved.".
He made a good point. Julian wasn't going to be spared, and if his power couldn't save him, your friendship certainly wouldn't.
Celestia is cruel.
You looked up to Childe's face: "Anything you want to say?".
"Celestia is cruel. And so are you right now.".
Did you screw yourself over with the second part? You weren't intending on saying it out loud, but repression and your mind being on your friend 6 feet under will have you doing that.
He chuckled and decided that the waiting game was over. He got up on the tombstone, looming over you. Though you've stared into his empty blue eyes a lot, you never manage to shake off that mix of morbid wonder and fear at how... Soulless they were. Did Antony notice too?
"Me?".
"I'm sorry, my Lord, but yes. I'm mourning right now. Can we wait until we're in your quarters, because it's a grave...?".
You didn't have the energy to defend yourself more fiercely. Though you were still relatively young (at least by Fatui standards), your tonality belonged to a retired officer who's seen too much in one life.
You didn't defend yourself physically either. You didn't stop Childe from laying you down onto the stone, nor did you really admonish his lust on top of your friend's grave. You wanted to, but for one, he could easily overpower you, maybe even get harsher under the pretense of 'not obeying your Lord'. Paired up with your tired body, you felt helpless.
"You're correct, Y/N. Celestial is cruel. So cruel for seeing two adorable recruits, so dependent on each other... Then snatching one and leaving the other to suffer.".
He grabbed your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours. The backs of them were on the cool, grey stone, not at all like this fiery man above you. Like Schneznaya and Natlan. Ice and fire. As above, so below not in terms of temperature, but cruelty.
"And me... Well, I'm a Fatui Harbinger. Being a little cruel is guaranteed at this rate."
At last, he captured your lips with his. This kiss was unlike the few others you shared. He was the hungriest you've known. The most lustful you've seen.
What would Julian think?
You wanted to step back, even if the primal in you told you to stay. At some point, you did, only for him to grab your face.
"Now, now, comrade... You haven't been performing to your usual standard. It's my job as your Lord to end this. We can't fall behind the other legions, can we?".
He trailed off to your neck, nipping right where he knew you were most sensitive. Those whimpers were meant to be moans, only you weren't going to let them out.
"Wait, my Lord-".
There was the spot; right above your collarbone, just at the base of the neck. Did you really think he wouldn't know at this point? There was still a fading mark from last time, so he guessed it needed a renewal.
He chuckled and looked down into your eyes: "I know you way too well, Y/N. I'd say...".
He always liked cutting off his thoughts through kissing or nipping. You heeded out every word of his for years, it's basically an unconscious habit for you to grin and bear whatever he threw at you if it meant hearing the rest of his sentence.
How devoted. And thank the Tsaritsa for how delicious you were as well. Sometimes he pondered whether she was testing his mental endurance by sending him a recruit of such a lethal combo, along with more attributes befitting of an ideal partner, too.
To remove the last potential competition, putting him under the ground and far away from you, only served as an encouragement to take you.
When he broke away, he relished into the sad look in your eyes. Yes, you were going to be corrected for your poor performance and waste of time, at his hands.
"I'd say... You're right. Celestia is cruel for throwing you to me."
The tug at your collar was only the start. It was going to end with everything else right next to the grave.
You didn't know if souls were a thing, or if they were near, but deep down, you prayed to Julian to forgive the upcoming act.
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arcanao · 7 months
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Hey!
how's your day?
I hope you dont mind me requesting
●Camelia
○demain dès l'aube = angst + fluff
●vampire au
○5. let someone other than me touch you and that'll be the last thing he'd do...
For the character childe from genshin impact
(Please don't feel rushed i love your works 😌🤭🤭🤭 may I be 💜anon?)
Bye ty for your works its all a true work of art have a good day/night or anything in-between bye xx
hi thank you for requesting, welcome 💜anon ! thank you for all the kind words 😭🫶🏻. i completely forgot i had genshin in my fandoms tbh since no one ever request it. (it's longer than what i usually do for prompt so hope you enjoy it !)
5. let someone other than me touch you and that'll be the last thing he'd do...
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word count: 1551 tw: yandere, possessive behavior, vampires, manipulative behavior (implied), obsessive behavior
✤you played with your necklace, waiting for the harbinger to arrive. today was a big day for you, you had been appointed chalice for one of the most powerful people of snezhnaya. being a chalice was the only way for you to earn even just a little status.
✤being a chalice meant that in exchange for your blood, the vampire you were assigned to would give you everything you needed. be it a house, food or even money. basically some kind of sugar daddy but instead of sex it was blood.
✤a harbinger was the perfect vampire to work for because they gained lots of money, so you could be sure you wouldn't lack anything. although you weren't sure who exactly you were going to be working for.
✤the door opened and you turned around to meet a tall man with orange hair and the deepest blue eyes you've ever seen. some tiny fangs were peeking under his lips as he got closer to you, grabbing your hand before kiss it gently.
"hello miss y/n, i'm childe it's a pleasure to meet you."
✤he smiled at you and you blushed, you weren't expecting the man you'd be serving to be so handsome...
"it's a pleasure to meet you too."
"i wasn't expecting you to be so pretty."
✤he chuckled and you blushed, he may have been just teasing you but you couldn't help it, you weren't used to such compliments.
"t-thank you. i could say the same about you..."
✤there was a bit of silence because neither of you dared to say what was on each other's mind.
"are you perhaps hungry..? do you want to...drink ?"
✤childe got closer to you, putting his hand on your waist.
"if it's okay with you miss..."
"of course ! this is why i'm here for !"
"then if you'll excuse me..."
✤childe grabbed your hips, pulling you close to him before moving your hair out of the way : completely exposing your neck. his mouth hovered above your neck for a few seconds before he finally dug in. the sensation of his teeth piercing your skin was something you've never felt before.
✤strangely, it didn't hurt. it just felt... weirdly good. you clung onto his back, trying to keep your composure as you felt him smile around your neck. drinking your blood bit by bit, gently to not scare you away. he didn't drink much but when he stopped you felt your legs getting wobbly, which made you panic a bit.
"don't worry miss, it's totally normal. this is a first for you after all. did that feel good ?"
"y-yeah it did..."
✤you looked away blushing as he cupped your cheek gently with a small laugh, you felt like you were very lucky to have ended up with him.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
✤ever since the day you met childe your life had become much more comfortable. you were living in an expensive manor along with him, a lot of servants working under you and ready to answer all of your desires, not that you had much. your bed was made out of the finest silk and with the most comfortable mattress you've ever had.
✤you could decide what you wanted to eat and whatever it was, the chef would oblige. when you didn't have any inspiration, he introduced you to new dishes, each more refined than the other.
✤you were also given the prettiest dresses anyone could dream of but each were either red, black, grey or blue to match childe and the harbinger's colors. same with the jewelry, you had so many sapphires they could be worth ten workers' life salaries. same with the shoes or the cosmetics. you lacked nothing and you basically could get whatever you wanted, except maybe leaving the manor on your own.
✤childe was often around you, sometimes work took a lot of his time but he was always making sure to see you regularly so that you wouldn't be bored. you often took walk with him in the beautiful rose garden that surrounded the manor, your arm under his as you shared a small talk.
✤he was one of the most charming guy that you had ever seen, always smiling, gentle and sometimes even flirting with you. he would take your blood at least three times a week but each time he would make sure he didn't take too much blood.
✤the only thing that you didn't like was perhaps the fact that he didn't allow you outside the manor at all. you could take a walk into the garden but that was as far as you were allowed to go. one time you went to town and when you came back to the manor you were greeted with an anxious childe who had waited for hours for you, from what he said.
✤he sweet talked you into convincing you the town wasn't safe, that any vampire could take you away from him and that he wouldn't be able to do anything if you got killed by any of them. he convinced you that the only safe place for you was the safety of the manor and that if you wanted to go out you needed to be with him, otherwise you wouldn't be safe.
✤you listened to him, why wouldn't you ? childe always had your best interest at heart. even when he got weirdly possessive of you whenever someone came into the manor, even when he bit you into his bed so that he could convince you to stay with him the night. childe knew what was best.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
✤today was a special day, you smiled at yourself in the mirror as you admired the beautiful dress you were wearing tonight. it was made of red velvet, the sleeve off the shoulders with black lace on the tip. you were wearing a ruby necklace which went with a pair of earrings. your hair was pulled back into a beautiful braid with some rubies put in it.
✤childe entered the room with his harbinger uniform, he rarely wore it but tonight was special. the tsarita was holding a ball, you two had to look your best. childe took your hand and kissed it before looking into your eyes.
"you look wonderful miss y/n."
"you too milord..."
"i already told you, call me childe. we don't need formalities between the two of us."
✤you nodded as you followed him, ready to go to the party.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
✤you waited in the corner of the party, waiting for childe as he went to say goodbye to some people as you both were just about to leave. being among such a large number of vampires was intimidating to say the least, especially when they all looked at you as if you were the most delicious things they've ever seen.
✤no one dared to talk to you, well until that other harbinger. his name was pantalone, childe talked about him a few times, telling you how much he didn't get the guy but you've never seen him in person. he was quite handsome, thought not as much as childe you thought.
"miss y/n, it's an honor to meet the chalice of tartaglia."
✤you nodded back politely as you offered your hand since he seemed to be waiting for it. but before he could touch it, childe grabbed his wrist, a look you've never seen in his eyes. he looked like he wanted to kill the man of the spot.
"y/n, i'm done here we can go back to the manor."
✤you threw one last glance at pantalone who was smirking, visibly satisfied with himself before grabbing onto childe's arm following him back home.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
✤when you reached the hall of the manor, childe pinned you onto the wall, visibly furious. not with you but with pantalone.
"that bastard... i told him to not talk to you and yet he... listen y/n, those vampires are dangerous, who knows what they would have done if they talked to you. I can't leave you alone."
✤he didn't even seem to believe what he was saying himself, but you believed him and for him that was enough.
"i'm sorry, i-"
"it's okay y/n, you weren't aware of this but now you know. i need to protect you from those bastards... you need to be careful. let someone other than me touch you and that'll be the last thing he'd do...even pantalone or any other harbinger, i can't be sure of those people's intentions and that's the only way."
✤you shuddered as you heard him say that, childe sounded different... he wasn't the same as usual, there was something darker about him...
"i don't understand... i'm just a chalice why would you go to such lengths for me ?"
"you're really asking me that ?"
"well y-"
✤childe grabbed your cheeks pressing his lips onto yours gently before deepening the kiss. moving his lips along yours in a gentle motion but with such hunger in the process you immediately understood he's been wanting this for a long time.
✤after some time he broke the kiss, putting his forehead on yours, his hands still onto your cheeks.
"you're mine y/n."
✤you could only nod as he kissed you again, making you drown into the passion of his kisses.
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wishluc · 1 month
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You don't think...you don't think Y!Childe would want to let darling do as they please with him :(( You don't think he wouldn't mind being treated like a pet, humiliated and looked down upon by someone he could easily kill—if that someone is the person he'd give anything for? All he's known to do is to fight for the things he loves; his family, his title; and you don't think he would scramble over himself trying to find a way to please darling when they're not impressed by his readiness for battle?
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iluvzaddies · 1 year
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run rabbit run (2)
pairing: yandere!childe x reader
warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw
inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”
summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.
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twenty minutes later, childe’s butler returned with the supplies. you were still holding up your rifle and it made him quite nervous to go near you, but he had gotten used to being around dangerous stuff, so it didn’t faze him as much as it did back then.
“here. medical supplies, medication and food supplies.” he stated, handing over the goods to you.
you snatched all of it from him, rummaging through the first aid kit to see if it was legit, reading whatever was jotted down on the penicillin bottles, and smelling the food to check if it was poisoned or not.
you sent the two men one last glare before running back to the direction of your house.
“not even a “thank you” or a “goodbye”? how impolite.” childe pouted as he watched your figure disappear into the forest, then he suddenly grinned and said, “i like her.”
“you what, master?” his butler choked on his saliva. “that peasant?–“
“hush. you shall not speak about her that way.”  he raised his hand, stopping his butler from insulting you, his beloved, any further. oh, how he wished you were still here, by his side or better yet, in his arms. he had the chance to take you back home with him, but unfortunately, he let you go.
aw, what a shame. his family would have loved to have you over.
childe looked down and saw footprints on the ground. right, the ground was covered in snow, deep enough to leave evident tracks. how silly of him to forget about their nation’s current weather, caused by the tsaritsa, whom he served.
he chuckled, thanking the snow for basically showing the way to your house.
knowing he could track you down, he decided that you were his next target, his new rabbit to hunt.
you better run rabbit. run.
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you busted into your house and once you stepped foot inside, you immediately slammed the door shut. you didn’t want the cold wind to make your father sick, not when he was already in enough pain.
“father.” you called out, but he didn’t respond. he remained silent and immobilized on the couch.
“father, i brought you some stuff that’ll help make you feel better.” you continued to speak, despite receiving no response.
first, you set the food aside on the kitchen counter and second, you knelt down beside the couch, placing the first aid kit on the ground.
“okay, here’s what i’m gonna do. i’m gonna insert a needle into your system which contains penicillin. then, i’ll stitch you up with a needle and thread. then, i’ll change that cloth with an actual bandage.” you rambled. “y–you taught me everything there is i need to know, but i– i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t scared right now. i’m not a medical expert and i don’t trust the rich at all–“
“what are you talking about?” you heard a groan come out of his mouth.
“father!–“
“did you make a deal with the rich or something just to get me these things?”
“yeah, i did.” you rubbed your elbow.
“how’d you persuade ‘em?”
“i threatened to shoot them with your rifle.”
after you said that, silence filled the air.
beads of sweat started form on your forehead. was he mad? was he mad at you for messing with the rich? but you did make a fair trade, no? but you also threatened them. shit. maybe master dickface was holding in his anger the whole time and had yet to release his pent up frustration.
you snapped out of your thoughts when he broke into a fit of laughter. loud and genuine laughter. something you hadn’t heard in months. he was always stressed these days and barely laughed like he used to. it was a relief to hear it again.
“my sides hurt… literally…” he stopped laughing, clutching the cloth wrapped around his waist.
“yeah, let’s fix that, shall we?” and so, you proceeded to treat his wound. “thanks, hun.”
“you’re not mad?”
he raised his brow. “my little girl had the courage to go against those imbeciles for the sake of her old man. you made a deal with them and you were able to get what you wanted in the end, so why in the hell would i be mad? it’s not like you’re in debt with them. speaking of a deal, what did you offer them?”
“a rabbit.”
“really?” he deadpanned.
“hey, they actually wanted it. well, the master– i call him master dickface– wanted it for his mother. he said she loved rabbit fur coats or whatever the fancy term of that is. i saw the opportunity, so i made a deal with him.”
“wait, did you say rabbit fur coats?” his brows furrowed. “(y/n), what did this master look like?”
you were taken aback by his sudden interest. “uh, he was tall, muscular, had pale skin, blue eyes, ginger hair and a hydro vision.” he was handsome too, but you left that out in your description. “he’s a vision user, father! can you believe i threatened a vision user? thank the archons i made it back in one piece!”
your father started to grow visibly concerned. “don’t tell me… this master goes by the name of childe?”
“yeah– wait, how– how do you know him?!”
“fuck.” was all he could utter at the moment.
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kissesforsatoru · 1 year
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Haiii! I love your blog so much and I'm not sure if this has been requested or not?? Could I request Childe, Cyno and perhaps Ayato with a darling that quickly develops Stockholm Syndrome? QvQ;
Their darling probably tried to escape once, but only midway stopped herself and the moment she notices them, she runs back and apologies repeatedly? Earlier she was mortified with her situation, but now she fully submit. Their darling probably clings onto them sometimes, giving them a form of affection even if this relationship is extremely harmful.
Maybe their darling would even go as far as to defend//protect them if they're given the opportunity to even talk to others and they suspect things.
I hope this isnt a lot!
𓏲 ˖. pairing. . . cyno x reader, childe x reader
𓏲 ˖. summary. . . darling escapes without realizing they have stockholm syndrome
𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, punishments, descriptions of injuries (not graphic)
𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . i’m so sorry, but i couldn’t think of a way to do this for ayato so i decided not to include him . i hope that’s okay!
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cyno is pissed when he comes home to find you gone, and it takes every ounce of self restraint in him to not flip the fuck out. he breathes slow and heavy as he looks in every possible place you could be, thoroughly making sure that you really aren’t there—and when he comes to the conclusion that you aren’t, he angrily storms out of the house to go look for you. he almost missed you, your frame hidden well behind a crate in front of the house, but he couldn’t have missed the weak cry that left your lips as he stormed by. he was honestly surprised when you tightly grabbed the fabric on his waist, crying as you murmured how sorry you were for trying to escape.
scenario ;
“what the fuck were you thinking?” he practically growled as he bent down to pick you up. you bite your lip and turn away from him, embarrassed by the whole situation, but you still cling to him despite how bad you’re feeling.
“i’m so sorry, please forgive me. i’ll never run away again.” you sob, shoving your face into his chest. cyno doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s angry because of how tightly he’s holding you against him. you’re sure there will be faint bruises where his fingers are later on, but you don’t really mind. you’re just happy to be back with him.
after running away, a group a eremites followed you until they had you cornered. all you could think in the moment was how scared you were, and that you wished cyno was there to protect you, because you knew he would. it made you sick to think about those things—you didn’t want to want him, you didn’t want to depend on him. you were lucky enough that you could run away from the eremites before they could catch you, and subconsciously you found yourself back at cyno’s house. you couldn’t help but cry as you realized the kind of situation your gotten yourself into.
“yeah, you fucking won’t. not after i’m done with you.” your lip quivers at the thought of what he might do to you, but you nestle further into him and try not to think too much about it for now—instead focusing on how warm and comfortable he’s making you feel in his arms.
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childe panics when he realizes you’re not in your room anymore, instead probably deep into the snowy woods of snezhnya by now. his first instinct is to massacre all the fatui guards that let you escape, but when he realizes how dangerous it is for you to be out all alone, he quickly abandons the thought for the time being to go find you—and when he does, his heart nearly stops. you’re curled in the snow, breathe shaking and ragged as you shiver uncontrollably from the incessant coldness against your skin. he thought you were dead at first, and you might as well have been. he doesn’t hesitate to take your limp body into his arms, wrapping his fur coat around you tightly before taking you home.
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you didn’t expect to wake up surrounded in warmth—really, you didn’t expect to wake up at all. after running away you quickly realized just how bad of an idea it was. you missed the warmth and comfort of childe’s house, as much as you hated to admit it. you desperately wanted to be tucked in his arms again where you were safe from the sharp biting winds and cool pricks of snow—in his arms where you were meant to be.
you did try to go back before he noticed, but you failed to realize just how bad the storm had gotten, and you quickly got lost. it was only so long before you’d collapsed in the snow, wrapping your arms tightly around your shivering body, trying to cling to the last bits of warmth you had left. you could barely feel anything as you passed out, your last thought being how you regretted ever leaving childe’s mansion.
the last thing you’d expected was to wake up wrapped in blankets near a fire, tucked tightly into childe’s side. at best, you thought that childe would’ve thrown you in a cell and kept you there for who knows how long to punish you for running away. but this was an outcome you wouldn’t dare complain about, because this was way better than all the horrible ways you could’ve died or been punished.
you grabbed his thick jacket tightly and nuzzled further into his warm body, the chill from earlier still lingering faintly. biting your lip you mustered up the courage to whisper an apology—one barely audible, but you knew childe heard when he hummed and wrapped another blanket around you.
maybe you’d be punished later, but right now you couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth childe provided you.
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the three of you made your way down a series of winding alleyways, the air growing colder with each passing moment. the night was dark and quiet, the streets nearly empty, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you followed childe and capitano deeper into the heart of snezhnaya. as the three of you rounded a corner, a sudden noise caught your attention.
you strained your ears, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, when suddenly a hand covered your mouth, cutting off your scream. you struggled against the iron grip, but no matter how hard you fought, childe's strength was just too much for you to overcome. he dragged you down a nearby alleyway, his grip tight around your arm as he pushed you ahead of him.
you could hear his breathing, heavy and quick, as he followed the sound of your footsteps to a nearby warehouse. just as you thought you might have a chance to escape, you found yourself surrounded by a group of fatui soldiers. they grabbed you by the arms and the legs, holding you down as you struggled against their iron grip.
you felt as if you were never going to be able to get away, that you were doomed to suffer at the hands of childe and capitano forever. before you knew it, a needle was pressed into your arm, and a burning sensation spread through your body. you tried to fight it off, but the feeling of warmth and sleep began to wash over you, and before you knew it, you were unconscious. you woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by the sound of machines beeping and alarms sounding.
you tried to sit up, but you found that you were restrained to the bed, your arms and legs tied down, as if you were a prisoner in a high-security facility. it took a moment for your mind to catch up to what was happening, but as the fog in your mind cleared, you saw childe and capitano standing by the door, their expressions neutral as they watched you.
"you shouldn't have tried to escape," childe said, his voice cold and flat. "we were just trying to protect you."
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