#Tartaglia x fem!reader

[catscidr]

Could I request head canons with reader who likes to cook and clean and is basically like a house wife. Dottore and Childe please ☺️

(oﾟ◇ﾟ)ﾉ perhaps you can............. i did my best to try to make these not too redundant , so forgive me if they're a little repetitive sometimes. the tldr is just that they love their cute wife (you) shgjngfns ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff! domestic fluff!! talks of food, mentions of having a family, childe's part gets a teensy bit suggestive includes: fem!reader, dottore and his clones, tartaglia wc: 1,2k

-ˋˏ It’s a popular headcanon that Dottore has a sweet tooth and I’m here to contribute to it bc I’m a firm believer in the Man Bad But Secretly Soft trope.......

-ˋˏ You often find yourself baking desserts for him to eat when he gets home from work and, on the rare occasions that he’s home while you’re baking, you make him taste-test the dessert you’re currently making 

-ˋˏ He’s actually decent at baking (it’s just food science and he’s The Science Guy), however he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing it. But you do! You love doing acts of service for him, which is why you got promoted from housewife to personal-pastry-and-dessert-expert housewife (said endearingly) 

-ˋˏ Good ol’ chocolate chip cookies, maple pudding, red velvet cake, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, mille-feuille; you'd make so many desserts that he had to buy a chef-grade refrigerator on top of your regular fridge to store them. Not that he minded of course, but sometimes he’d lightly scold you for making so many unhealthy foods (all the while being a hypocrite himself because he’s the one enabling you) 

-ˋˏ Has a mini fridge in his office full of desserts (and the occasional homemade sandwich, for variety). He always has to restock it because his segments always get into it and eat his sweets that you made for him 

-ˋˏ When he tells you about it you end up giving him two extra tupperware containers full of sweets that you insist he gives to his segments, especially the younger ones. If he doesn’t, you’ll just show up to his lab and give your freshly baked desserts to them yourself 

-ˋˏ Sometimes Dottore tries to bake with you, but you always get frustrated that he never makes the desserts look nice. He just takes up space in your shared kitchen when he tries to help; which you tell him that by staying out of your way he’s helping 

-ˋˏ You’re also the designated cook since he doesn’t really have any skills in the kitchen outside of knowing the technical stuff. The man is too busy fiddling with machines and organs to know about how to properly sear a steak 

-ˋˏ His favorite meal of yours is a simple steak paired with a good, dry Malbec. You’re always setting up the table when he gets back from work, to which he always hugs you from the back to greet you. One time you didn’t hear him come in and you accidentally dropped the plate you were holding (you made him eat it as punishment. five second rule) 

-ˋˏ On the rare times he works from home you insist that he doesn’t need to help you with chores, no matter how much he offers (which wasn’t that often to begin with, but at least he offered. like..... once). Instead, he’d get settled on the kitchen table while you wash the dishes, vacuum, etc 

-ˋˏ Some days you’d be in comfortable silence, while on other days you’d listen to him ranting about how irritating his coworkers are, or about how much he wants to fire some of his underlings because they’re “so incompetent”. Thankfully you can calm him down before he,, makes an angry phone call 

-ˋˏ You don’t get the chance to visit him at work that often, so you revel in the times where he’s able to work from home. But since you can’t go see him that often, it means you don’t see his clones either 

 -ˋˏ The older segments would refrain from asking about you (because you’re Prime’s wife, not theirs. he’s yelled at them multiple times about it. bro’s possessive) while the younger ones would consistently bother him about your whereabouts. He insists that he hates it when they ask, but inwardly he imagines how you’d take care of them. (is it to heal his inner child or to imagine how good of a mother you could be? maybe both, but he wouldn’t admit to the former) 

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-ˋˏ Childe would have been your housewife if he wasn’t a Harbinger. point blank 

-ˋˏ Buuuut, since he isn’t, he makes sure to take care of you. You’re always cleaning after him, cleaning him sometimes, and overall taking up more tasks than he thought you could (should) chew. Of course, you did it all out of love and didn’t expect him to owe you anything, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t help at least a little bit 

-ˋˏ So once or twice a week (depending on when his schedule allows it) you’ll both be cleaning the house and doing chores together 

-ˋˏ You’re both listening to music while sweeping the floor, reorganizing the pantry, wiping down the counters..... getting as much done as you can before Childe decides he’d rather have you sat up on a counter while he nestles himself closer to you 

-ˋˏ He always buys the best appliances for your sake since you’re the one that’s home most of the time. That one really expensive, cordless vacuum cleaner you saw at the store? He bought it. A duster with a retractable handle that can help you reach the top of shelves without you needing to stand on a chair to clean? Childe bought it before you could even ask. That really cute cherry-shaped deep dish with matching baking utensils you saw at the store together? He’s carrying it to your car right now 

-ˋˏ Though while he does buy really useful things, he balances it out by getting you unnecessary items. Like a frilly pink apron with Kiss the cook embroidered in cursive on it, or a soup ladle that looks like the Loch Ness monster but I digress 

-ˋˏ Childe is 100% a family man- so, as a result, he's thought about having his own family with you. After seeing you indulging Teucer and his siblings’ shenanigans, he absolutely wants to have kids with you and have you do things like read books to them, make them lunch to bring to school, etcetc 

-ˋˏ Loves to come back home from work to you, smelling the fresh aroma of dinner wafting in the air 

-ˋˏ He loves your cooking!! Can’t get enough of it, especially when he comes back from training and he’s all spent. Whether it be your homemade soup, a hearty meaty meal, or a pasta dish he’ll always devour whatever you make 

-ˋˏ You make extra portions of chicken, steak, whatever protein-filled meal when he’s bulking so he can bring leftovers to work to eat them after sparring sessions. It makes everyone else jealous (which is partly his intention lol) 

-ˋˏ Boasts about you to his coworkers and agents below him, always saying “my wife” with a lovesick smile on his face 

-ˋˏ Has a whole bunch of photos of you in his office, ranging from cute candid pictures to professional, framed photos on his desk, and a tasteful polaroid of you in his wallet. Adores showing you off to others (except the photo he has in his wallet, of course. that’s for his eyes only), so much so that sometimes his underlings try to come up with excuses to leave because he goes on and on and on........ what can he say, he loves his cute housewife !!

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Favorite Part of You: Genshin Version Pt. 1 (Zhongli, Tartaglia, Xiao)

Summary: Are they a butt guy, boob guy, or thigh guy?

CW: suggestive, fluff

Xiao x fem!reader, Zhongli x fem!reader, Tartaglia x fem!reader

Xiao

100% a boobs guy

At first he didn’t really have a preference, but once physical contact became more common (he’s surprisingly weak to cuddles when he gets used to it) your boobs became his favorite part

And it’s not even pervy

Boobs are just very comfy and he’s short enough that it’s not overly hard to use them as pillows 

Actually, he might actually get rest when he has his head on your chest

And I should move on before this turns into How to Cuddle an Adeptus: Anti-social Yaksha edition 

Zhongli

I don’t know what it is about refined people and seeming like they’d prefer legs, but I guess they do *shrugs*

Zhongli is very appreciative of your legs

He’s not so crass as to point it out publicly or even make a big deal out of it, but you can see the way his eyes linger when you wear some of the shorter Liyue dresses

When you’re sitting next to each other in private he might lay his hand on your thigh or absent-mindly brush his fingers up and down them

And after a  romp? You’re wearing a long skirt or pants. Zhongli is mindful enough to keep from marking up your neck and shoulders, but he can’t quite help himself when it comes to your legs

Of course, you don’t mind too much. How many girls get to have an Archon leaving love bites on them anywhere

And in the name of PG-13ness, moving on!

Tartaglia

Butts, butts, butts

He has no issues walking behind you to watch the way your butt moves

He also has no issues walking next with he arm around your waist, letting his hand drift as far south as you’ll let him. And he has the gall to look innocent when you move his hand back up to your waist. The look you give him is, in a word, unimpressed

And if you bend over in front of him, he strikes me as someone with good control over his hormones, but insta-boner. Doubly so if you’re in something that doesn’t cover much something you use to tease him all the time

[stragefields]

Genshin impact characters reacting when you tell them you‘re pregnant + how they would be during the pregnancy

characters: ayato,childe

T/W: pregnancy, fluff enjoy!

not proofread!

Ayato

he would await it one day that you‘d come into his office and tell him that you‘re awaiting. it would definitely happen some day sooner or later, i mean this man has clearly no other choice, he is the head of the clan and that requires that he would get an heir some day. of course he is over the moon when you told him. not only because he‘s relieved that it finally happened even with some problems at the way. on the other hand he feels a sort of relieve because he isn‘t the only one without a child on the way anymore.

but of course he is also happy for the both of you to finally get the family you wanted.

to the dismay with many other high society people the baby turns out to be a girl but you two honestly doesn’t care about the gender and nobody says that that would be the last one, aren‘t they?

he would move his whole working space into your private chambers so he can be with you in an emergency. he has experienced the pregnancy of his mother with his younger sister and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he would let you go through this.

if you would fight with nausea he would personally take the best care of you. if he‘d find you bent over the toilet he will gently take your hair back and pat your back until it‘s over. then he would carry you to your marital bed, lay down with you and massage your back until you‘re feeling better and can rest. also he would ask thoma to prepare a stomach-friendly tea and get you anything you want (i mean this man is one of the richest people in teyvat so what would be better to spend the money than his own family?).

Childe

after he came home from a 3-month mission you‘d suprised him with a tiny yellow box with a blue little sweater and a positive pregnancy test in there. he just looks at you completely confused but as he opens the box, revealing a little blue wool pullover and a positive pregnancy test. his eyes turn wide as he looks with a small smile at you.

„you are? how far are you lovely?“ he asks you. „well yes it happened on our ‚goodbye-fuck‘ and after i felt nauseous and tired i went to the doctor and he only confirmed my suspension.“

after hearing the confirmation he broke down in tears and hugged you. now everything was okay. he was with you in his homeland, you and his family were safe, and now you, you the love of his life, the person he always wanted children with, were pregnant. so this evening, in the small illuminated corridor, he let his guard down.

with your pregnancy he becomes at least 10 times more overprotective than he already is. poor man he just want you and his unborn child be safe, but you still the stubborn woman he fell in love with, you want to continue your work at the adventures guild. after a long and loud discussion with some yelling by you, caused by your pregnancy hormones, he finally obliged to continue your work but still till the 6th month and only paperwork. you were literally so upset with him after his decision so you slept on the couch. in the morning he came to you begging to you that he can‘t sleep another night without you.

he will spend much more time with you, writing the tsaritsa a letter, explaining the situation and he got the half-time of his work off. you will spend this time often with his family sitting in the warm living room playing games and looking at photos when ajax was only a baby (i want to see this pictures so bad) and his mother will knit a sweater for the baby when the name is decided. like the weasley christmas sweater thing (ofc you and the others already have one)

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other charcters will follow soon…

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[newtabfics]

could i request some childe smut cuz fontaine is fucking me up rn! specifically maybe he's kidnapped her and is making her beg for him to fuck her?

DJFLSDJ NOT THIS FUELING MY FUCKED UP FANTASIES LETS GO

Triggers for kidnapping, restraints, technically manipulation.

The harbinger smirked as he watched her writhe in her restraints "C'mon, Comrade," He cooed, letting a gloved finger dip between her folds hauntingly. "Don't you want it? Don't you want to get fucked in your needy little cunt? Say it. Say how bad you need my cock inside you."

Y/N's cheeks flushed darker as she closed her eyes tight, looking away. Her jaw was gripped painfully as she was forced to look at him. He snarled as he moved closer, lips barely grazing hers.

"I can play nice," He whispered, drawing a whimper from her. "But only if you can too. If you don't act right, I'm gonna just use you like a toy and leave you dripping with my cum until I decide I need to use my little cocksleeve again." He smirked at her darkened eyes. "So beg for it."

[cloudseeker14]

Frantic Desire (Childe x Fem!Reader)

This art isn't mine, it belongs to mamepokokun who's extremely talented. Please check them out and support them.

Summary : After a one night stand with the woman he can barely tolerate that seems to linger in Childe's memory, what will he do when he sees her again at an official party?

Warning : Making out, some sexual themes, slight swearing

Pairing : Childe x Fem!Reader

Genre : Romance (a bit spicy thought), Enemies to Lovers

a/n : Hello! I've never left notes like this before, but I just wanted to thank you all for the support you've shown for my previous works. Reading some of your comments have truly made my day and I hope this post is able to make yours too.

Childe had never hated anyone as much as the woman he’d caught at corner of his eye.

He’d spotted her across the ballroom, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered across her face. As a harbinger, she seemed to fit perfectly in the background of the ball in the Tsaritsa’s honour.

The party had been a bore, filled with mundane remarks and courtesies. But his eyes hadn’t left her for an instant and he certainly hadn’t failed to see the how she’d spared him a few subtle glances.

The damned woman had been tormenting his mind for countless nights, caressing him softly with phantom touches.

Touches that left him panting for more as he clutched his bed with the moon as his sole witness.

Y/N could feel the eleventh harbinger’s eyes piercing into her back. She almost scoffed at the ludicrous display of hatred, how could a single man be so obvious?

The musicians burst forth with violins and the music began to pick up pace as it blasted through the ballroom. In a sudden spark of courage, Childe began to walk towards her, insults ready at the tip of his tongue.

“Leave me alone, some of us actually are busy and have matters to attend.”

Of course, Y/N, the Tsaritsa’s personal favourite would respond with such coldness. Childe tilted his head, trying to restrain the thoughts that were threatening to spew from his lips.

He wanted to taint her, ruin her and see that facade of indifference burn to ashes.

“Is that so, comrade? I couldn’t help but notice you sulking in the corner for the past while. Perhaps that’s why you seem even more sour than usual, can’t handle not being the Tsaritsa’s lapdog for a single night?”

“Of course not, unlike you, I don’t have to prance around like a jester to retain my position, considering that I have the needed prowess for a harbinger.”

Childe’s jaw clenched and he sucked in a harsh breathe.

“What are you even here for? Came to beg for a dance, have you?”

Childe didn’t know what spurred him, but he couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Would you like it if that was the case?”

He relished the shock that swept through her face.

“Bold of you to assume that I’d accept.” She replied, regaining her wits.

Childe closed the gap between them, shielding the galling Y/N from prying eyes. “Sure weren’t this cocky a few nights ago, were you?”

It was a tangled mess of limbs as Childe felt his shirt being ripped off.

“As eager as always, hm?” Childe said, hissing as Y/N dug her nails into his back.

“Be a darling and shut your mouth for once.”

Childe pushed her off, crossing his arms over his bare chest; a playful glint in his eyes. “One more vile remark and you’re getting nothing.”

She leaned in close, bringing herself close to his ear. “We both know you want this as much as or even more than me.” She whispered, leaving a sultry kiss on his neck, smearing her red lipstick on his skin.

“Then say it.”

“God, do you ever know when to be quiet.”

“Say the truth.”

“And pray tell, what is this truth?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, growing more impatient by the minute.

“That you know tonight is more than some spontaneous decision with no strings attached.”

Y/N grabbed his face and for a fleeting second, she could tell that if she asked him to, he might do anything she’d ask.

“Then beg for it.”

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pleading to be touched.” Y/N chortled.

Childe flushed, embarrassment rising within him. “Why you-''

Before he could complete his words, she grabbed him by his black tie, tugging him closer to her. Childe stared at the emerald necklace that adorned her neck, light reflecting of it in a plethora of colours. He couldn’t help but wonder how his hands would look in its place instead.

“That night was nothing else other than carnal entertainment .” Y/N muttered, glancing around the vicinity. “Though I’m not sure if you’re as confident about that as I am.” “Keep up with haughty attitude and one day, I might just end up putting you in your place.”

“You chose to come up to me right now.” The corners of her lip pulled into a grin. "Seems to me as if you're desperate for my undivided attention."

Childe clenched his teeth in frustration. "I'm a harbinger like you, show me some respect."

"Make me."

Red seared Childe's vision as his breaths came out shallow. His fists shook and his head throbbed with rage.

"Aw, are you getting all angry?" Y/N cooed, placing her hand atop his chest. "Oh my, you seem to be getting all worked up over a few words."

She paused, pushing him aside. "You've grown weak, Childe. How pathetic."

A huge thud echoed through the ballroom as Childe slammed her against the wall, trapping her in between his arms. Whispers ran through the horde of guests as an awed silence fell upon the crowd.

She dug her nails into her palms, embarrassment clouding her head.

Y/N swung his arm away. "I have to apologize for my friend, I think the drinks really got to his head. Please, don't bother yourselves with us and enjoy the night." She chuckled nonchalantly

Childe remained silent as the guests broke out into giggles, the thought of a drunken acquaintance bringing forth a bout of humor.

The party began to pick up its momentum and the people returned back to the food, drinks and entertainment. Y/N whirled around before dragging Childe out of the ballroom, her silk dress trailing behind her.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She hissed, running her fingers through her hair.

The cold wind whipped against their faces and Y/N involuntarily shuddered. As though it was second nature to him, Childe removed his coat and gently placed it atop her shoulders. The woman's eyes widened and she let out a huff. Nevertheless, she clutched his coat and wrapped it around herself.

Childe didn't know what was wrong with him. Every single rational thought within him was screaming at him to get away, that no good would come from this.

Yet a small part of him wanted to know what it felt like. To know how it would feel to take her right there, clasp her hand in his as he ravaged her. Maybe even adore and cherish her.

"Stop looking at me like that." She mumbled

"Like what?"

"Like you love me."

She was of noble blood, the Tsaritsa's right hand and lowering herself to a man of a lineage as inconsequential as the dust beneath the soles of her shoes would be a disgrace to everything she stood for.

But she couldn't control the way all the values that had been ingrained in her came crashing down or how her self restraint hung from a thread every time she looked into those sky blue eyes.

Childe guffawed and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Why would I? After all, it's just 'carnal entertainment', is it not?"

"Then why don't you engage me with it? It's not like the party is very amusing, is it?"

Childe grabbed her by the hips, leaning closer. ""Look who's begging now."

They were in too deep now, lost within the mess they'd made. Regardless of how far they ran, how much they tried to avoid it, some invisible string; perhaps of fanatical lust, fate or even inexplicable love kept tugging them back in.

His lips collided with hers, body relaxing at the familiarity of it all. Her hands clung to his shirt as if reaching out for something to tether herself.

The lines between right and wrong, morality and sin seemed to blur. Anyone could be watching them, feasting their eyes upon such a scandalous sight.

Yet, they didn't care, too far gone in their fervorous longing.

The eleventh harbinger pulled away and his teeth grazed Y/N's neck as the wind ruffled his hair. To her horror, Y/N couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips.

"Accept it." Childe groaned, inhaling her perfume, intoxicating his senses.

"Accept what?"

"That you want me."

It didn't matter what she'd been taught. The irrevocable feeling in her heart had grown far too big to be contained.

"You're the only one I could ever want."

Childe smiled, not snarkily like when they fought, but of genuine joy and Y/N could have sworn the stars seemed to dim in comparison to it.

One more night couldn't hurt anyone, right?

[pearl-blue-musings]

Aaaah no worries. I'm socially awkward and feel like I bug people if I reply too quickly so I just...exist and reply after some time. And never feel rushed to reply to me, I get it!

He looked bent outta shape and I wanted to cuddle him SO BAD!!! Like come here baby lemme make you feel better 🥺 I hope he rests up tho! And YES HIS VA is such a cutie!!! 😩

Hmmm~~~~~~ idk what to think of, so I'll just say make it Childe related, make it a flirty sparring session and I'm happy 😊 Your writing is fabulous btw. Hope you've had a great day! - 💙

His voice actor has my heart and I’m not upset about it hahaha

But!! What if we expand a little bit on the bow and arrow thing we talked about before?

You never wanted to admit defeat or bend to anyone, your will and pride wouldn’t allow it. You were next in line to become an elite assassin within Liyue. Your travels around Teyvat had left trail of bodies within busy cities. But now, your target is out in the middle of open land. Which is not suitable for your stealth and lethal way of a quick bypass. So now you have to learn how to aim from afar and be undetected.

And that’s how you ended up in your current predicament.

Near the Chenyu Vale village, a series of practice targets are set up across a river bend. You had done all the research necessary to learn the basics of wielding a bow and arrow and set out to practice on your own. However, you’ve been unsuccessful. Not once had you hit a bullseye and you had managed to get some burns on your forearm. You let out a grunt in frustration which caused local fauna to flee and a chuckle to emerge from behind you.

“Heh, seems like you could use a hand.”

You grip the bow tightly as you know that voice too well. On more than one occasion, Childe has tried to win you over with good food, beautiful jewelry, and whatever else he knew you liked. You had originally taken a liking to him, but once you realized he’s part of the Fatui and a Harbinger to boot, you began to loathe him. Unfortunately for you, that made him pursue you harder.

You’re about to run over to the other side of the river to fetch the arrows when you breathe out, “nope. I’ve got it. Aren’t there some innocent children you need indoctrinate into working for you?”

Childe hisses at the implication before tutting at you. “Hey I’m just trying to help!” He raises his hands in defense as he watches you trek to the other side of the river to fetch your practice arrows. His arms cross over his body as he watches you in disbelief. For once he’s trying not to bother you, he genuinely wants to help you out. Upon your slugged return, he pulls out his own arrow, lines up a bow, and almost effortlessly hits the bullseye. And then he walks to the side and does it again, hitting two bullseyes Inca row. You stand there wide eyed and slack jawed as he cocks out his hip.

You pout and grunt at him. Damn him for being so good. You sign and lower your shoulders. “Ugh, fine! Can you please help me?” Childe snickers and nods, motioning for you to get in aiming position. The Harbinger looks over your technique and almost wants to puke. Who taught you?

“Okay first of all, your position and technique are terrible. Did some court jester teach you?” You turn around and elbow him in the gut. Childe retches and keels over in pain. “Okay, okay! Sorry princess.”

You place your bow down and open up your satchel. Out come all the books you’ve read up and Childe almost wants to throw them into the river. “I read these books,” you say sternly, “and they taught me everything I need to know. Well,” you start to relent, “I guess not…”.

He takes pity on you and closes your book. “Alright c’mon, get up and put your bow in your hands.” You put the books down and pick up your arrow. You take a deep breath and pull it up, all tension in your body going straight to your back and shoulders, your fingers straining on the string. Childe approaches you carefully, “whoa whoa. Hold on, let me help you.”

He gets up behind you, and gently places one hand on the underside of your hand holding the bow to steady it. His other on your shoulder to straighten it. His touch send jolts of electricity through you; had he always smelled that good? Why is his breath fluttering by your ear? And why are you suddenly nervous. Childe lowers his head to whisper in your ear to calm you down. “Okay,” he says slowly, “you need to have more strength in your base. You won’t be able to shoot anything without any strength,” he pauses to run his hand up your arm to your bicep, “here.”

You tense your arm to do as he says, but also at how close he is. The pads of his fingers on your shoulder lower down to your mid back as he keeps calmly instructing you. “Now that your shoulder is less tense, keep your core strong.” His voice and eyes trail toward your arm holding the arrow. Swiftly, he repositions himself slightly as he places a hand on your waist and the other lifting your elbow. His voice is like hypnotic honey, “you need to be strong yet relaxed. Yes, that’s it.”

Your heart is running at a mile a minute and you’re worried your composure will be lost any minute. Childe’s touch is fiery and icy all at once. You want more yet you don’t. With your eyes focused on the target ahead of you. You release a breath and widen your stance at his insistence. His body is practically pressed against you, fixing your angles with the lightest of touches that leaves you craving more. The cherry on top is when he finally tells you to, “let go.”

You release the arrow and watch it fly across the water, straight into the bullseye. You let out a small scream in excitement as it lands directly where you wanted it. Any tension you held is dropped as you do a little giddy happy dance, smile as wide as the ocean. A blush comes to the Harbinger’s face as he sees your reaction. If he wasn’t smitten before, this sealed the deal. You turn around in his fleeting hold, barely registering his hands on your hips as you look up at him happily. “That was,” you breathlessly say, “exhilarating! I’ve never felt like that before!”

“Heh, I bet you haven’t.” His hold tightens and for some reason you don’t back away. His eyes bore into yours and the space between you two lessens.

You swallow a lump in your throat and feel small. “I, I wouldn’t mind if you helped me feel that way,” you brush your nose with his, “again.”

Childe breathes against your lips, his own brushing against yours. “I don’t think we’re talking about archery anymore, sweetheart.” He leans in and just barely kisses you before he pulls away.

“We still have more targets to hit. Reload.”

[crystallinestars]

May I Have This Dance?

A little something to celebrate the birthday of another one of my favorite Genshin boys! Happy Birthday, Childe!

Contains: fem!reader, masquerade ball AU, spoilers for Childe's real name if you still haven't read his character stories

The Earl and Countess of Morepesok held a grand masquerade ball in honor of the 23rd birthday of their middle son Ajax. But more than just a birthday celebration, it was also a ploy to find their son a wife since he was long of age.

Being of age yourself, your parents insisted on attending. Though your father was a baron, several ranks lower than an earl, your family was still permitted to attend the ball. Which is how you found yourself dressed in a poofy gown, shimmering black and gold under the lights of the ballroom chandeliers, and your hair pinned up in a fancy bun. Completing your look was a black cat mask with gold accents.

You stood at the edge of the ballroom, surrounded by guests dressed in expensive, colorful clothing decorated in feathers, gems, sequins, and many more ornate details that your eyes couldn’t catch. Amongst the chattering of guests, you could make out the voices of the Earl and Countess somewhere nearby, asking where in the world their son went during his own celebration, and the meek apologies of what you assumed was their servant, but you chose to ignore the conversation.

The constant chatter, loud orchestral music, bright lights, and dancing of the guests overwhelmed you and gave you a headache. You didn’t want to be here since you had no interest in trying to appeal to the Earl’s son and becoming his wife, but your parents insisted. You knew disobeying was not in your best interest, so you came along just to please them.

Fortunately, your parents were busy chatting with some of their friends that were attending the masquerade and paid no attention to you. You used this opportunity to slip out to the balcony to enjoy some fresh night air. Beyond the balcony railing you could see an expansive flower garden with a small hedge maze and a fountain in the center. Though it was dark, the gardens were well illuminated by the lights coming from the ballroom windows, and to your luck there was nobody roaming about outside.

Wanting peace and quiet, you hoist your heavy skirts and descend down the steps leading from the balcony to the gardens. Carefully making your way through the dark, you follow the sound of the bubbling fountain somewhere until you finally find it. It was fairly large, taller than you, and with a wide rim you could sit on to admire the starry sky and crescent moon above.

As you rounded the fountain to find the best spot to hide yourself from the light of the bustling party, you come to a halt when you spot a lone figure already sitting on the lip of the fountain. The sound of your footsteps alerts the man, and he whips his head in your direction. You catch the glint of an earring dangling from his left ear.

“Who’s there?” he asks, but his tone of voice is not hostile, rather it’s more curious.

“Oh, I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just looking for a place to get away from the noise of the ball when I stumbled upon you. I’ll leave you be,” you apologize and turn around to leave when the stranger’s voice halts you once more.

“No, it’s fine, you weren’t disturbing me. You’re welcome to stay here if you want. This place is the best for leaving behind the clamor of the ball. Don’t let my presence scare you away,” the young man said in a friendly manner, and you felt compelled to stay.

Thanking him, you carefully take a seat beside him on the lip of the fountain. At this proximity you could better make out his features in the dark. The man was lean and dressed in an ornate monochrome suit, however the collar of his red dress shirt was messily undone, revealing his collarbones. He had short hair that glowed a warm amber in the faint light coming from the ballroom windows. You couldn’t see his face since it was hidden by a red fox mask that covered the upper portion of his face, but the amused smirk on his lips was clearly visible.

“Like what you see?” he teased, referring to how you were studying his appearance.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you tense and hurry to redeem yourself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! I’m just surprised that someone else would be here, is all. Are you also not fond of large gatherings?”

The smirk drops from his face, and the young man turns to face forward, gazing up at the twinkling stars overhead.

“You could say that. I’ve never liked balls—they’re stifling and boring. Ball etiquette is too restrictive, and everyone always talks about shallow topics and puts on an act for the sake of pretense. It all feels so fake and like a waste of time. I’d rather be doing something more interesting with my time, like training or fishing or-“ the man cuts himself off, clearly thinking he said too much.

To not let the silence linger for too long, you choose to continue the conversation. “Me too. I don’t like balls for similar reasons as you. Having to uphold etiquette and participate in shallow pleasantries to form shallow connections is exhausting and unfulfilling. Rather than attend this ball, I’d have liked to spend this evening doing my hobbies.”

At your words, the masked man turns to face you again. After a beat of silence, he breaks out in a smile but it somehow feels more genuine than before.

“You can call me Childe. May I know your name, fair lady?” he extends his hand out to you, palm up.

You quirk a brow at his choice of name, finding it amusing but don’t question his desire to stay anonymous. It’s not rare for nobles to want to hide their identity and enjoy some peace.

“My name is y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Childe.” You place your hand in his, and Childe gently lifts it to brush his lips against the back of your hand. The touch of his warm mouth against your skin sent a tingle down your spine, but you tried to ignore it.

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s rare for me to meet someone who shares my views,” he says with a note of excitement in his voice as he lets go of your hand.

The two of you spend more time in each other’s company. Childe turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to, and you felt comfortable to open up to him, whether because of the anonymity provided by your masks or because of the nighttime atmosphere or something else, you didn’t know.

He had a lot of interesting stories to tell about his family. You learned that he had a lot of siblings, which wasn’t uncommon among noblemen. Childe talked at length about each of his siblings and how much he wanted to help their dreams come true. He also told you about his fishing adventures with his father ever since he was a boy, boasting about catching the biggest fish ever for his family. In all honesty, Childe mostly talked about his family rather than himself. It wasn’t until you asked him what his dreams were that he shared some of his ambitions with you, albeit reluctantly. He said wanted to become a knight and that he’s been putting in a lot of effort into training to become one, and he hopes he’ll be knighted soon.

As you listened to him, you couldn’t help but think his story sounded a lot like what you heard about Ajax, the son of the Earl and Countess of Morepesok who also wanted to become a knight.

“What about you?” Childe asks. “What are your dreams?”

You hesitate, unsure of what he’ll think of you if you tell him the truth. However, Childe has been nothing but open and friendly with you, so you wanted to reciprocate that kindness.

“To be honest, I don’t know. My parents�� expectations for me are to marry to a nobleman and start a family to keep the bloodline going since I’m their only daughter. I didn’t want to build any grand dreams for myself because I don’t know what kind of husband I will have. He might not let me do what I want,” you sigh.

Hearing that, Childe’s mouth forms a thin line, and he stands up from the fountain.

“It wouldn’t be an issue if you and him were in love,” he says.

“That’s true, but I have no guarantee I’ll be able to marry based on love rather than convenience. I fear if I take too long to choose a husband, my father will arrange a marriage for me,” you frown. “I still haven’t been able to find anyone I liked enough to want to be courted by.”

Childe looks like he wants to say something else, but loud orchestral music from the manor interrupts the moment between you two. Both of you glance back to peer through the windows, and see guests pairing off to waltz along to the music.

“May I have this dance?” Childe grins and extend a hand to you.

You’re briefly caught off guard by this change of events, but ultimately decide it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun dancing in a private corner of the garden.

“With pleasure,” you say and place your hand in his and let Childe pull you up from your seat.

Childe takes your right hand in his left, placing his right around your waist to pull you close. You rest your other hand on his broad shoulder and let yourself be led by him along to the music. Childe moves nimbly, leading you with confidence and ease as the two of you dance under the starry sky. You couldn’t see his whole face because of his fox mask, but the delighted smile he had as he looked at you was unmistakable. There was something magical about this moment, watching the stars and flowers spin around you as the two of you danced in your own little world, far removed from the bustling masquerade. For the first time, you were actually enjoying dancing. You weren’t doing this to fulfill some criteria or to appease your parents but were dancing simply for fun. It helped that your partner was good-looking and a fun conversationalist.

Once the music came to an end, it was time for you to part, however Childe seemed reluctant. He kept his hands on your waist, but his grip was loose enough that you could break free easily if you wanted to. You didn’t, though.

“If I asked to see you again, would you let me?” he asked softly.

“Are you implying that you want to court me?”

Childe chuckled at your question, but you could detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“To be perfectly frank—yes, yes I am. I’ve never met a woman who has been so genuine and honest with me, yet also so intriguing. I want to get to know you more. So, what do you say?”

“I’d like to accept, but I still don’t know your real name. Who are you really, Childe?” You gaze into his eyes, trying to discern his identity through the fox mask. He looked vaguely familiar, so you were sure he was one of the nobles you knew.

Childe sighs. “As fun as this has been, I suppose it’s only fair I give you my real identity since you gave me yours, but only if you take off your mask too.”

You chuckle in amusement at his request but agree to the terms. On the count of three, both of you remove your masks. Your eyes widen when you finally see Childe’s entire face in the dim light—he was none other than Ajax, the birthday boy and son of the Earl of Morepesok.

“Ajax…?”

“The very same. I know I shouldn’t be skipping my own birthday party, but I really didn’t want to spend the night dancing with random ladies while trying to find a potential wife. I had fun dancing with you, though,” he gives you a charming grin. “You’re quite pretty. I’m glad I got to spend the evening getting to know you, y/n,” his deep blue eyes skim over your exposed face, and you swear he looks lovestruck.

Clearing your throat, you turn your head to try and hide your flushed cheeks in the shadows cast by the ballroom lights.

“Thank you for the compliment. I had fun with you too, Ajax,” you give him a brief glance, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your recount the memories of the night you spent with the charming man. “I look forward to being courted by you,” you say coyly.

Ajax grins and leans in, his face drawing closer to yours. You can feel his warm breath against your face, and your heart pounds at what he wanted to do. Will he kiss you? So soon?

…would you even mind?

However, before you had the chance to find out, you hear the voices of the Earl and Countess calling for Ajax in the distance. It seems they went to search for their son themselves and have made their way to the gardens.

Ajax reluctantly pulls away from you with an annoyed sigh at having your moment interrupted.

“I’m sorry to cut our time together short, but it seems like I have to go. I’ll let my family know this ball wasn’t for naught and that I have my sights set on a lovely lady which I wish to court. Hopefully this will also buy you more time to figure out what your dreams are. Don’t give up on your dreams, y/n. Until then, take care,” he says before kissing the back of your hand and turning around to leave.

“Ajax, wait!” you call out.

Ajax turns around, a bit surprised that you stopped him.

You quickly walk over to him and stand on your toes to reach his face. Planting a short but sweet kiss to his cheek, you pull away with a blush.

“Happy Birthday,” you say quietly.

Ajax looks stunned for a moment before his face heats up in a blush. He brings a hand up to cover the lower half of his face, but you can still see the happy grin peeking through his fingers. The ginger man looks like he wants to say something more, but the voices of his parents are heard again nearby, so he gives you one last wave before dashing off to find his parents, the lovesick grin never leaving his face.

Taking a seat on the rim of the fountain again, you hold your warm face in your hands, trying to calm your racing heart.

You didn’t think much of the masquerade ball when you first came here with your parents, but the night was full of surprises. Meeting Ajax and getting to dance with him was a pleasant surprise, but the most surprising thing of all was that you finally found your first love.

[thatonegenshinsimp]

I had a hurt/comfort thought where Tartaglia just snaps and says something hurtful when his s/o tried to help him while he was upset, but rather than leaving immediately she just sits there and listens. Letting him just release it out of his system, sorta. O wO ofc she's deeply hurt by it and says she understands when he starts to apologize about it. But if he was going too far then she would snap back, and leave him be for a bit until things settle down.

I’m Sorry (Tartaglia x fem!reader)

Hello anon! Thank you for the lovely request. I was running on like four hours of sleep when I wrote this so it’s probably not the best, but enjoy~

Warnings: Cursing, fem!reader

Masterlist

You had decided to bring Ajax lunch at the Northland Bank, and lo and behold, Signora had been there not too long before you. Needless to say, he was pissed, because she had taken the Geo Gnosis and tricked him into buying her time to do so. However, that didn’t mean that he should’ve let that anger out on you.

You knocked on his office door, hearing him say a faint “enter” from the other side. His blue eyes flicked up from the document he was reading to see you. You smiled, bringing out a box of warm dumplings. “Hey, I know you said you were working late, and that I shouldn’t bother you, but I brought you dinner.” You said, walking in and setting the box down on an unoccupied part of his desk. You sat in one of the chairs next to his desk, noticing how he fidgeted with his gloves. He looked angry, very angry, and though you knew better than to pry, you still asked what was going on.

Tartaglia looked back down at the document and sighed deeply when you sat down, before feeling your hand against his. He let you hold it, his glare deepening. “Hey, can you look at me for a moment, please?” You asked. He stared over at you with the same look. You knew he was angry, knew he didn’t want to talk, but you persisted nevertheless. “What’s wrong? Why are you so mad right now?” You asked, he slammed his hand on the tabletop. “You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ve been here with you for well over a year, away from my family because of my mission here. My bitch of a coworker just completed it right as I was getting ready to myself. She stole that opportunity the moment I got my chance, and not only that, but she also took the Anemo Archon’s Gnosis, so that’s two right under her belt. I failed my mission, and now I have to sit here dealing with these people for another month as I wait for another mission before I can go home! I’ve been working my ass off for a year, and she took my limelight like it was hers!” He yelled, stalking toward you as he let go of your hand. You took a step back, but then decided to hold firm. “Ajax, please calm down, you’re yelling.” You mumbled, watching as his look grew even angrier. “Are you kidding me? After everything I’ve done for you, your words of comfort are for me to calm down? I can’t calm down when I just failed one of the most important missions of my lifetime! I’ll probably never get another opportunity like this ever again. You know what? Get out.” He demanded, pointing to the door. “Ajax…” things were getting worse. “Get out!” He yelled. Your eyes widened slightly as he raised his voice at you, since arguments between the two of you were so rare. You glared at him, before drawing your hand back and slapping him square across the face. You stormed out, slamming the door behind you. Fine then, he wants to yell at you? So be it, but you won’t be talking to him for a while until he apologizes.

After he calmed down a little more, Ajax realized exactly how bad what he’d just done was. He knew how you felt whenever you were yelled at, and he’d yelled at you because there was no one else to take that frustration in the room. He crossed his arms and banged his head against the desk. “Way to go, Ajax. She’s going to ignore you for the rest of the week.” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t know how to apologize when it came to you, he wasn’t good at it, and he certainly wasn’t good at admitting he was wrong. However, what he did know was that you needed space for a bit so that the two of you could cool down, and he respected that. He just didn’t think you’d find comfort in one of the people that caused his anger in the first place.

You ate dinner alone that night, thinking about what happened earlier. You decided to let things cool down for a few days, to give your lover some space, and went to sleep early that evening. You slept peacefully with a clear vision in your mind of how you were going to handle this argument with him. “Things will get better, I’m sure of it. This is just another hiccup we have to get through.” You told yourself, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Childe closed the door to his home and locked it behind him, walking to the kitchen. He was about to call for you when he remembered that you weren’t there. “Why did I yell at her? It wasn’t even her fault in the first place.” He mumbled. He shook his head, before grabbing some ingredients and making dinner for himself. “I’ll apologize tomorrow.” He muttered, before getting dressed in his nightclothes. Ajax didn’t sleep well that night, his mind full of nothing other than you.

The next day, you woke up early to take commissions from the Guild, and quickly made your way to Wangshu Inn. Smiley Yanxiao sent in a request earlier, and you were the one who got it. You walked there, taking your time, and quickly got him the crab meat he needed for the kitchen. You then made your way to Mount Tianheng to complete a time trial and then to Cuijue Slope to deal with some Treasure Hoarders that had been causing trouble for the Guild for a while. You took a break to eat lunch, taking out the food you’d made earlier and eating it as you looked around at the beautiful cliffs and mountains.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted. You collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. However, when you woke up the next day, you saw a note on the kitchen counter, which was addressed to you from Ajax. The note said: meet me at Liuli Pavilion for lunch, please. I want to talk- Ajax. You decided to take him up on the offer, and got ready to go out.

Ajax nervously fidgeted with his gloves as you walked up, before looking at you. “Hey, I-” “Follow me, I’m not talking to you here in the middle of the harbor.” You interrupted him, taking his hand and leading him to a more secluded spot. He didn’t know what to say, how to apologize, so he took a deep breath before looking at you. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, I wasn’t thinking straight yesterday because of Signora’s actions, and-” he stopped when you hugged him, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tightly. “I just wanted to help, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, causing him to shake his head. “No, please don’t apologize to me, I’m the one who yelled at you. That was on me, not you. Please don’t try to take the blame for this.” He pleaded, hugging you back. “We can spend the whole day together if you want, just please don’t try blaming yourself for my actions.” He whispered, lifting his hands to cup your face. He pressed his forehead against yours, holding you there. “Can you forgive me for saying those things to you?” He asked, smiling softly as you nodded. When he tried to pull away, you kept him there, before leaning in close to him and stretching on your tiptoes to press your lips against his, kissing him. “The whole day, huh? In that case, how about we just head home? I’m exhausted from commissions yesterday, and I still have injuries. Besides, I’m feeling selfish today, do you mind if I have you all to myself?” You asked, causing him to shake his head. “Home it is.” He replied, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you to your place. “How about I cook dinner tonight, too? I have a really good recipe for dumplings that Zhongli taught me a few weeks ago.” He suggested, watching as you nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.” You replied, leaning against him.

The rest of the day, he took care of you, tending to your injuries and cooking for you. By the time the two of you settled down for the night, you had a soft smile on your face. “Thank you, Ajax.” You whispered, laying down against him as you spoke. “I’m sorry we fought, I’ll try not to yell at you again.” He mumbled, resting his head on top of yours. “Thanks for taking care of me today.” You muttered, pressing yourself against him. “It’s no problem, thanks for forgiving me.” He replied, closing his eyes. “I love you.” You whispered, looking up at him. He smiled, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you too.” He said, holding you close to him as the two of you fell asleep.

[catscidr]

hi helloooo hope ure doing great !! could i pls req childe who constantly flirts with a shy reader who gets super duper flustered by it ???? childe + opposites attract + mutual pining lives rent free in my head >3>

ur in luck bc i AM indeed doing great!! mostly bc i wrote this. like oh GOD i love him he's so boyfriend agshnfga writing this made me giggle and kick my legs. was actually tweaking. im so weak for him sometimes DAMMIT ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, modern/college au, idiot in love x idiot in love, crack if you squint? childe and reader r just silly. only slightly proofread because i was too excited (sue me) includes: fem!reader, childe wc: 1k

It’s not like you didn’t want to be here, stuck between two very rowdy students cheering for their friends, because you were in the bleachers for the same reason anyways; to cheer on your own friend! But you’d prefer doing it without the constant shouts coming from the other students. 

Previously, Tartaglia had insisted (read: begged) that you come watch his soccer matches, even if some were just for practice. I play better when I know you’re in the stands, he said earlier before he left you to your own thoughts, walking away to change into his uniform. It had been maybe half an hour since then and yet you couldn’t shake the conversation from your head, not when he kept meeting your gaze from the soccer field, flashing you a bright smile as he ran for the ball.

Your relationship with the redhead was a confusing one. As one of the popular students, Tartaglia naturally always had his own group of (equally popular) friends around him but, recently, he’s been hanging out with you more often. Saying something along the lines of him needing to take after you to mellow out his loud personality in comparison to your introverted one. You’d argue that it wasn’t necessary, that his energy was one of the things that drew you to him ; and as much as he likes to come up with excuses to hang out with you without you bolting in the opposite direction, you know you’ll always fall for his boyish charm, no matter how shitty his excuse is. 

The sudden sound of shouts pulls you from your thoughts, a surprised yelp leaving your lips. Focusing your attention back on the field you watch as your friend gets engulfed by a group hug, the team cheering loudly- seems like in your daydream he managed to score a goal. The two guys next to you were standing up, cheering for them enthusiastically. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer energy radiating from them, you focus your attention back on Tartaglia. He meets your eyes, his smile widening even further if it were possible, and waves at you energetically. You wave back sheepishly, cheeks flushed. 

✧✧✧ 

“I told you I play better when you’re watching!” Tartaglia says with a teasing grin, lightly pushing your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise, covering it up with a cough as you raise your fist up to your mouth to hide your bashful expression. Whether he noticed the way you stiffened at his touch or not, he does a good job not showing it. “Did a whole hat trick thanks to you. Well, the soccer equivalent of it at least...” he continues sheepishly, mindlessly fiddling with the strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. 

“How does that even work, anyways? Usually, people feel more pressure when there’s a crowd watching them...” you argue quietly, matching his long strides as you walked together along campus to go back to the gym changing rooms. Most people that came to watch the match had already left, however you and Tartaglia had been stuck behind due to him getting stopped by friends and acquaintances. Which worked in your favor since you disliked dealing with large crowds. 

“Eh, I don’t care about other people. All I care about is having your pretty eyes on me,” he says with a wink. 

Your legs stop abruptly, a flush decorating your cheeks, gaze never leaving the floor as you try to get your heart to calm down. How can he say something like that so casually? Is he messing with you because he has ulterior motives or is he- 

“Heyheyhey, you doing alright over there? I didn’t break you, did I?” You hear Tartaglia calling your name, waving his hand in front of your face with a lighthearted chuckle. Pulling yourself out of your frozen state, you look up at the playful expression your friend wore, cheeks puffing out as you find yourself lacking a comeback. He notices your sullen frown and places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair playfully. 

“Oh come on, don’t sulk now!” the redhead whines, “that was tame. You and I both know I’m capable of saying much worse than that,” he declares confidently, deep blue eyes looking down at you with a playful grin. A grin that seemed to never leave his face, much to your displeasure- how were you supposed to pull yourself together when he looked like the human incarnation of the sun? 

“Don’t,” you mumble quietly, picking up the pace with your head hanging low, physically unable to face him anymore. Sure, you didn’t have the biggest group of friends and went out less than most people, but you were convinced he was shamelessly flirting with you. Why else would he be so close to you, relentlessly teasing you like this? Oh god, what if he’s like this with everyone? Maybe this is how he jokes around with his friends... Wait, speaking of Tartaglia, where did he- 

You bump into a hard surface. Opening your eyes, you’re met with a damp soccer tee, glistening muscles and freckled skin. Tilting your head up slowly, you’re met with your crush-friend-classmate-guy looking at you with raised brows and quirked up lips. He places one hand on his hip, observing your beet red face with glee. 

“I didn’t even do anything this time, princess. Everything okay?” the redhead asks with an airy chuckle. Oh god, you thought. Wish I walked into a wall instead. 

“Y-Yeah. Uh huh. Everything’s just peachy,” you respond with a thumbs up, the corners of your lips curling up into what you thought was a reassuring smile but seemed more like a nervous grimace to the soccer player. He didn’t buy your excuse. Instead of leaving it as it is, Tartaglia brings a hand up to his chin and looks up, dramatically faking a thought process. 

“Hmm... I wonder what you could have been so distracted by? Was it my arms? My charms? Or was it-” 

“Your body odor. You reek of sweat, go shower,” you squeak out, face burning as you scurry away from the source of your (delicious) torment, your heart running a marathon beneath your ribcage all the while Tartaglia laughs loudly in the hallway, speedwalking to catch up to you.

[stragefields]

Don‘t wanna lose you pt.1

POV: You‘re an adventurer at the adventures guild in Liyue so you have to leave for an mission while Childe was also on a mission in Fontaine but unknowing to you he was also in Fontaine to buy you a proposal ring. But at the day he finally got home he can‘t find you…

TW!!

angst but comfort at the end, hurt, mention of death, mention of blood, mention of wounds, violence, mentions of Dottore LMAO

Finally Childe would be home with the love of his life after so tiring and demanding weeks again and after such a long time he just want you un his arms while he shows how much he missed you. But the fatehas other plans for him.

As he got home at a rainy afternoon you not came to him as usual to greet him on the door. There wasn‘t any sign of you in the house. Childe became an anxious feeling. What if after such a long time living with you peaceful his background is stretching his claws to the person the loves the most to really hurt him. Scratches and even the worst wounds couldn‘t hurt him that much like somebody hurts his family. But maybe you weren‘t in danger you could just be at friends…but everytime you leave him a message on the kitchen table even if he wasn’t at home.

So he ran off to Katheryne to ask her where you where your latest mission was and what it was. As he heard that you just should observe the Fatui base in Avidya Forest his blood begun to freeze. He knows you. He knows that you wouldn‘t only observe. You are a warrior like him you take every opportunity to fight. Of course you‘re strong, you could already beat him in his Foul Legacy form when he was barely holding back. But this was different now. You were in a foreign terrain and at the main base in Sumeru are people who Childe wouldn‘t even trust on a easy task not to speak from the Ruin Guards and Hunters who are manufactured there.

After hours of concern and unknown he finally got to the base.

As he entered the Domain where many Fatui Soldiers are stationed and Dottore has his place to work and experiment, the soldiers bowed from the harbinger. „Where I can find the doctor“ Childe asked emotionless. „ I-in the labor Sir Tartaglia“ a young soldier said. Right after hearing a weak whimper from the labor Childe accelerated his already fast steps and right after he opened the door he saw you.

𝖸𝗈𝗎. It was really you. His girl. The person who was a important part of his family. The Person he can laugh, cry and make love with. The person he want to be with forever is lying on a examination table unable to move, screaming in pain and eyes wide in horror. And Dottore 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 is just standing there and watching you with a small grin what his injection does with your body.

In the next moment Childe doesn‘t even know what he does. He kicks Dottore to the side and as he lays on the ground he straddles him and punches him in the face. Some Fatui soldiers were alerted by the sounds of breaking bones so they stormed in only to be confronted by a panting and blooding Dottore with no sign of other persons…

Childe was running

He was running for his life. No, he was running for your life because he knew that every minute can decide between life and death and he won‘t allow himself to loose you. He won‘t it allow that 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 that they destroy what you two have build up over these years.

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now this was the first part of the series which will probably have 2 parts + an epilogue but please accept that i need to write some other ideas because for this series i have lack of inspiration.

so if you have any ideas for this series or for upcoming series let me know in the asking box!

now i will plan an orientation post with masterlist and a list of upcoming projects.

bye and have a great time

[newtabfics]

Could you maybe do Childe but like taunting and rough and being an absolute menace for the fun of it? Nsfw, if that's alright.

I'm in the process of planning out a fic revolving around this sorta thing and UGH YES. GIVE. ME. THAT. HARBINGER.

He smirked as he held her down, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. "You wanted this, didn't you?" He cooed before thrusting hard enough to make her choke. "You know you love it!" He snarled.

"Fuck," Y/N whined, nails digging into his back. "Ch-Childe, fuck," She moaned as she tensed again.

"Already. What's that? Fourth one? At this rate, we'll definitely hit the double digits." He pressed deep, grinding down into her as his teeth caught her ear. "I wonder if we can hit triple," He cooed, making her shudder and flush. "You're mine, comrade," He hummed before thrusting rapidly again.

[ghostarii]

childe is a dirty bastard with a nasty obsession for you. he finds you so beautiful, so gorgeous and filled to the brim with visual blessings. he can’t help how his cock grows and hardens at the sight of your filled out frame and he can’t leave himself that way . . . so he jerks off. wraps his calloused hand around his thick cock and drags it up and down with shut eyes and a gaped mouth, imagining it was your soft hands making him feel good. he did this often, hiding in bathrooms or waiting until he gets home and releasing all over his sheets. but at some point, it’s not enough.

so, if you ever get a text from your good friend childe, reading “attachment: 1 video”, don’t be surprised when you see his cock sliding in and out of a fuck doll. the sound is lewd and nasty—squelching and wet slapping that rings off in unison with his grunts and pretty moans. he moans your name, groping the fake tits of the doll, “so fucking pretty for me . . . ngh, fuck—“ he had to let you know how he felt. what you do to him. so he raises the angle of his phone, showing the tablet that displays a selfie of you—one you sent to him when asking him which lipstick shade looked better on you. he groans louder, pounding the doll even furiously, “you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum . . .”

he said he wanted to breed that tight cunt and make you his. you hadn’t even realized the video was three minutes long and you were nearing the end. he whimpers as he pounds tougher, snapping his hips against the doll with sniffles of your name and begs for his release. and then he cums. spills his seed deep in the doll with a guttural moan and fucked up camera angle as he doubles over. there’s a shuffling sound and then you can see clearly: see the load of cum spilling out of the doll, and he fingers the spill back in, moaning at the sight. “‘ts gonna be you next . . .” he murmurs, and the video ends.

you never saw him that way. he was your friend. but that promise he made at the end had your cunt throbbing, waiting for that treatment.

[pearl-blue-musings]

all the right moves Ch. 7

I did ittttttt

Pairing: businessman!Childe/Tartaglia x fem!afab!reader

Warnings/A.N.: 18+, filler chapter, slow burn, things are finally starting

Taglist: @zireaels-igni @tomuras taglist is open!

[hitomisuzuya]

Foul Legacy (Tartaglia) x fem!reader. Smut. Misuse of Hydro Vision/Hydro tentacles. Size kink. Breeding kink. Creampie. Two brief mentions of anal play.

I know this is different then what I normally write, but I wanted to get this out of my system. If Childe can make whole ass weapons from Hydro, then he can manifest tentacles 😤

It took you months, many months to convince Tartaglia to fuck you in his Foul Legacy form. He was pretty firm on the answer being no. When you asked him why, he said he might accidentally lose control, and break you in half. His size was also a factor.

Too bad for Tartaglia that his reasons send a jolt of curious arousal through you.

You even went as far as saying, "Just treat it like you would combat."

Tartaglia has a tried and true method that always works when you brought it this up. One that he thought worked well enough until now: fuck you until you were senseless and drooling, even babbling about how you wanted him to fuck a baby inside of you.

However, you started pouting your lower lip out when you asked in a way that made him weak. He finally relented, coming up a method that would help you prove you could take his size.

Never for one second did you think it would be anything like this.

A Hydro tentacle was secured around your wrists, dangling you in front of Tartaglia, now transformed into Foul Legacy. Two tentacles circled and teased around your nipples, with one more pumping in and out of your sopping pussy.

He has a unique form of sensation from the tentacles, all of it transferring straight to his cock. He could your walls clenching around the tentacle like his cock was inside you. You were defenseless dangling in front of Foul Legacy, forced to look at his thick, leaking cock getting harder the more he abused your hole as shameless moans spilled from your throat.

An embarrassed blush dusted your cheeks. "Aww, what's the look for? You weren't all shy proudly boasting you could take my cock like this," Tartaglia cooed, cocking another tentacle up to agonizingly circle your swollen clit before curling around to circle your other hole teasingly.

You jolted in the tentacles grasp, your moans becoming tinged with whimpers. He laughed at the your reaction. "I don't know why I didn't do this sooner," He is absolutely trembling. Not from exertion, but from euphoria.

The same euphoria he got when he felt blood lust in the heat of battle. You are his prey, and his prize for catching you would doing whatever he pleased. Groaning, he rutted into the hand stroking his cock as he watched you struggle to grind and squirm on the tentacle.

You opened your mouth in an attempt to form words, but what came out were moans that sounded twice as shameless trying to convey you were going to cum. Tartaglia somehow understood what you trying to say.

"Going to cum from a little foreplay?" He teased, prodding the tip of the tentacle around your other hole for a moment just to see you shake more. "How cute. You sure aren't disappointing me," The pace of the tentacle increased, and you could feel his predatory gaze cutting right to the bone behind his mask.

He was assaulting sensitive places on your body all at once, your body quaking from the slippery stimulation of the tentacles on your nipples sending extra jolts of pleasure to your clit. "You are practically drooling," A tentacle came up to poke at your lips.

Your tongue lewdly swept out to curl around the tentacle, your moans turning muffled as he pushed into your mouth. He could feel the greedy sucking of your mouth on the tentacle on his pulsing cock.

Tartaglia was enjoying the utter sadism of it all. Your pussy was stretching apart so well around the tentacle, your shaking little body struggling to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure snowballing all your senses. The tentacle was only about half the size of his massive cock.

You let out a muffled moan of protest as he took the tentacles off of your nipples, and out of your pussy and mouth. Leaving the tentacle wrapped around your wrists, he brought you to dangle over his cock. Your pussy in anticipation as you looked down at it.

His cock was bigger than you originally anticipated, and you more than felt that as he grinded his cockhead against your pussy. "We will see how long you last," He sounded utterly gleeful as his hands found your hips.

Your shivered as his talons pressed against your flesh as he lowered you onto his cock. Your body tensed in pain, your back arching as you felt every pulse and drag of his cock stretching you apart. It shocked you into momentary silence.

You felt a tentacle slither across your clit, immediately drawing moans from you again. He struggled to be as gentle as he could. At first. Your pussy just felt too good tightening and struggling to accommodate him. "So..so..big," You finally managed to moan your only coherent words since this all started.

Tartaglia growled in approval. Holding you in place, he bottomed out with a short, fluid stroke of his hips. Blood beaded underneath his claws as he brought down further on his cock, a near scream of pleasure tearing from you the pain suddenly shattered into euphoria.

When you didn't think you could stretch apart any more, you swiftly proven wrong as his cock bullied relentlessly into your sweet spot. You were fast falling apart as he practically rearranged your guts he was that deep.

Tartaglia guided you up and down on his cock, the Hydro tentacles curling up around your nipples again. You mewled in pleasure, your walls squeezing around his cock. He left the tentacle secured around your wrists so he could have both his hands fucking you onto his cock, he knew he was too big for you to ride it without his help.

"That's right, keep moaning just like while I fuck you full," Tartaglia groaned, hissing as he felt your walls tightening on the verge of being shoved over the edge. He increased his pace, eager you feel you shatter while you creamed on his cock.

This was the most intensely intimate experience of your life. Your body felt limp in grips of overwhelming pleasure, your eyes half lidded and hazy as you as your body jolted in pleasure. His cock kissing into your sweet spot as the tentacle assaulted your clit and nipples ultimately made you come apart.

"Fuck, you are cumming hard," Tartaglia moaned as your pussy spasmed on his cock. His claws skimmed soothingly as on your hips as you shook from your orgasm. The sensation made cum ribbon inside of you.

He grit his teeth, fucking you down onto his cock as he fierce need to breed you thoroughly consumed him. His cum was bound to come seeping out of you when he pulled out. He was determined to fuck as much of it inside of you as he could.

[anantaru]

have you ever thought about how a conventional morning with your boyfriend childe would look like?

because, with your boyfriend showing clear signs of sullen grumpiness, aside from not wanting to get out of the warm limits of your shared bed, let alone push himself out there to get ready so he could head to work— it's undeniable that this can surely result into quite the predicament. not that it was all bad of course, because he had to admit to himself that he was absolutely wallowing the scent of your sweetly perfumed fragrance and the calm breeze of privacy inside your home.

in fact, you should also know that childe won't let you get out of bed either, past his strong grasp to be exact, and he made sure to steadily keep one arm draped around your waist at all times, while his head lazily rests against the back of your neck, humming deeply, brows slightly furrowing as he plants wet kisses on the flesh.

you clamber under his delicious traces in the slick wake of a tongue trailing up the fine skin on your neck as one palm lingers inside your shirt before cupping one breast, catching your right nipple and twisting just a little, easing the pinching pain with a gentler, softer circle of two digits around the sensitive point of flesh.

"ajax.." you say, aiming for a warning or at least a reminder that you would both end up late for work if this keeps on going, but your words appeared more like a joyful whine, and you shudder with a fresh wave of pleasure as you squeal at the light bites into your neck, serving as an attempt to repress a low moan right after your backside presses into his semi-hard erection.

"we'll be late now anyways.." childe tries finally, forcing the desperate tremble from his voice to rush into your ears as you squirm when he twists your nipple again before soothing the pain with a soft caress.

"i just want to feel you… want to watch you…" he mutters fatigued.

truthfully speaking, his carefully selected words didn't give you much of a choice and nor were you looking forward to step out of the warm sheets covering both of your bodies yourself, while the harbinger was now in control of your frames gradually connecting and fusing into each other— his lean, chiseled frame affixing you down onto his leaking cockhead as he slides through your wet insides, inch by inch, the swollen flesh meshing into his throbbing veins as he bottoms out instantly.

you let yourself be drawn back against his chiseled chest as he thrusts ever so slightly into your warm cunt, small and little shoves in and out, bumping and grinding through you messily and without a particular tempo in mind— because you see, it's all way easier when he can just use your tight pussy as he pleases, and you could sense the protective urge childe expelled whenever you were intimate with each other, how he held dearly onto your drowsy body, the comfort at every trace so soft and immediate to come from his warm weight that nearly suffocates you.

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[arsonlookers]

✧ MS. THERAPIST Yandere Childe! Idea ✧

slight suggestive please be warned.

Yandere Childe! who becomes obsessed in love with you because you are his therapist.

Yandere Childe! got sentenced to jail for the same actions of being a total creep and a yandere. sentenced for murder, stalking, attempting kidnapping, assault, stealing, and many more gruesome acts he did.

Yandere Childe! who was very stubborn and murderous after going to jail. yelling that he needs to protect Lumine [the victim of his Yandere acts] and lumine not even planning to time visiting him in jail [i mean who would?]

Yandere Childe! who stops eating and taking care of himself being dishearten by not seeing lumine for the past month and starts starving since then. losing the reasoning to keep living.

Yandere Childe! who meets reader [you] in his 2nd week of staying becomes his personal therapist since then.

Yandere Childe! tried to kill you because he dont want to see anybody except lumine.

Yandere Childe! Who nearly did murder you if not for your fast instinct and taekwondo training you got as a child, and knock him off the ground he was not able to get back up again.

Yandere Childe! becomes more interested in you after that incident keeps apologizing about what happened before and keeps asking you to fight him. To strangle him with your thigh again.

Yandere Childe! who keeps dreaming about the incident and just wants to be in that position again. in between your plush thigh. starts to be more and more interested in your life for some reason

Yandere Childe! who keeps checking you out every time you are there or its therapy session.

Yandere Childe! Who keeps asking you if you have a boyfriend or husband, if you do what they look like, what are their names, The more he is around you the more his questions become personal and creepy.

Yandere Childe! who for some reason starts to become healthy again, and starts to work out inside his jail. starts to show off his hard work abs and all, for some reason starts to become more and more touchy and just keeps asking you to be inside in a room again promising to not hurt you ever again.

Yandere Childe! who now shamelessly dirty talks to you and keeps talking about everything like I mean every thing in his life and how he was obsessed and why he did all of it.

Yandere Childe! who opens up everything where he hides the bodies how he disposes of them, his past trauma, how he got kidnapped, how he stalks and keeps a altar for lumine, E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

suggestive warning ahead!!!

Yandere Childe! who shamelessly starts thinking about you in sensual ways, like how he likes to feel your mouth and all around his body. and absolutely in his mouth.

yandere Childe! shamelessly masturbates in front of you or in his cell. like "ahhh~ uggg~ I ~ keep talking!- AHhhh~~mmmm~ your so cute~~ " behind his cell, he is doing all those unholy things

Yandere Childe! keeps asking you to either strip, about your underwear, join him, shamelessly dirty talks while he is pumping his member keeps his eyes on your body and never looks anywhere. just in you and in your eyes, he just keeps talking about "I want to fck you~ mminside that hole~ AHHHhhhh~mmmm~ look at me darling~ look at how you made me feel~ you are making me feel so~ so~ goooood~~ my cute~ sexy! therapist~~ "

Yandere Childe! Who knows that You can't just leave him and ask other therapists to be his doctor because he tells you how he will kill them even behind these bars. if he knows that you actually wanted to leave him [ oh honey he will kill even if it meant to also be the reason of his death]

Yandere Childe! begging for you to just stay with him, "I will be your good boy~ pleaseee~ agggh ~ ummpphh~ " while keeping his hands on his member

Yandere Childe! If you will truly leave him he will find ways to break out of these prison cells. and will search for you even if it means to go travel around the world to search for you.

Yandere Childe! who is rich by the way like he truly has the money. and actually bribes some of the guards in the prison without you knowing. just to keep an eye on you of course .

Yandere Childe! Who actually starts to call you pet names shamelessly like "darling" "baby" "slut" "savior" and many more all these other pet names of his are getting worst by the day.

Yandere Childe! who enjoys how you also slowly start to enjoy his company even if some of it is just absurb and questionable. He also enjoys how he somehow did get you to talk about your past a little bit.

Yandere Childe! who is in prison but actually got some information about you from the outside. he will not tell you that of course.

Yandere Childe! who now found an interesting and lovely woman to obsessed with, to love, to keep him forever and ever may she like it or not. Yandere Childe! who promises you that you will be stuck with him forever. Yandere Childe! who now found another will to live this life of his, found his true purpose, he who accepts that everything that is happening now is FATE that you two are FATED to be together.

Yandere Childe! who behind the cells can still do anything to his power to have you, to control you, to make you stay, to make you love him, your oh so LOVELY PATIENT.

"ms. therapist ~ I need your assistance!~ I feel so lonely would you care to join hmm~ to help me feel better~ help this lonely patient of yours~"

Yandere Childe! will love you forever .,.and actually has a shrine for you outside this prison in his house so yeahhh. hahahaha.

YANDERE CHILDE! who is MADLY in love with you .

so please take care of this sick patient of yours ok? ms. therapist~

✧ahhhh!! my first Yandere writing I never imagined I would write it I'm not really that confident about this one I'm trying something new other than angst so yeahh thank u for reading just a random idea really if there are any grammar mistakes sorry about it. it might be quite messy but I just want to share and had this idea of being his therapist and will be forever stuck being his therapist for life. hehe anyways bye~ - ars onlookers

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