#Yandere tartaglia x S/O

[urds-lover]

˚୨୧⊹Yandere Childe x S/O⊹୨୧˚

The rain poured down in heavy sheets outside, casting dark shadows across the bedroom. The air was thick, oppressive, almost as if the storm itself had seeped into the room with you. Childe stood across from you, his eyes burning with something darker than the jealousy that had been simmering in him all night.

The low light flickered across his sharp features, giving him an almost predatory edge. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were still soaked from the rain, but none of that seemed to matter to him. His gaze was fixed entirely on you.

"You know what kills me?" he muttered, voice rough, low. "Everywhere we go, it’s the same. They’re all drawn to you like moths to a flame." His words were laced with bitterness, his usual teasing tone replaced with something far more dangerous. "And you… you just let it happen."

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, the intensity in his eyes. “Childe, it’s not like that. I don’t—"

His eyes darkened, cutting you off as he took a step closer. “No, you don’t see it, do you? How every single one of them watches you, wanting to get close to you. And I’m just supposed to stand by, pretending it doesn’t tear me apart.”

The air between you crackled with tension, the storm outside a mere whisper compared to the tempest building inside the room. You could feel it, the darkness, the possessiveness in his voice, wrapping itself around you like a tight noose. And yet, it was intoxicating, the way his jealousy burned so fiercely for you.

Before you could respond, his hand slipped behind his back, and when he brought it forward again, there it was — a sleek, black pistol. It gleamed ominously in the dim light as he placed it in your hands, his fingers brushing over yours as if grounding you in the moment.

“What you’ve forgotten is that the heart beating inside your chest is not yours,” he snarled, his voice low, dangerous, yet undeniably tender in its own twisted way. His grip on your hand tightened as his eyes locked onto yours. “It’s mine.”

You stared at him, breath catching in your throat, the weight of the gun and his words settling deep in your chest. “Childe…”

He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, and his voice dropped to a whisper, filled with dark promise. “And if my heart has stopped working, then pull that trigger, sweetheart. Kill the rest of me. I’m nothing if I’m not the reason you breathe.”

The storm inside the room swirled even faster, and your pulse raced, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his words. The gun in your hand felt like a symbol, something far darker and more twisted than just a simple gift. It was his way of binding you to him, of showing you that you were his, completely, undeniably.

“Childe…” you whispered, voice soft but steady. “I love you. You know that, right? I don’t care about anyone else.”

He stared at you, his eyes wild, like a man on the edge of a cliff, one step away from losing himself completely. “I know,” he murmured, but his voice was thick with something darker. “But I can’t help it. I can’t help being jealous. It’s like a fire inside me, every time I see them looking at you, thinking they could ever take you away from me.”

You took a slow, steadying breath, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. “You don’t have to be jealous, Childe. You have me. No one else matters.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he stepped closer, his fingers trailing along your jawline, the touch feather-light but possessive all the same. “You say that, but it doesn’t change how I feel. You’re mine. Mine.” His voice dropped lower, darker, as if he was speaking to the very core of you. “And no one else will ever have you.”

Your heart raced at his words, at the intensity in his eyes, but you couldn’t deny the pull between you. His possessiveness, his jealousy, it was dark, consuming, but it was also intoxicating, like a poison you couldn’t help but drink. “You won’t lose me,” you whispered, your fingers curling around his, the gun still resting between your hands. “I’m yours, Childe. Always.”

His grip tightened on your hand, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat of him seeped into you, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear. “I love you so much it scares me. It consumes me,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “The thought of losing you to someone else... I can’t bear it.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze, your fingers trailing up to brush through his wet hair. “You won’t lose me,” you repeated, your voice stronger now. “No one else could ever have me. I love you, and only you.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression hard to read, but then he let out a low, shuddering breath, his forehead pressing against yours. “I believe you,” he murmured, though the possessiveness in his voice remained. “But you have no idea what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time you’re near me, it’s like you’re all I can think about. You’re everything to me. I don’t care if it’s obsessive or selfish. I need you.”

His words, dark and filled with raw need, sent a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. “I want you just as much,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “You’re the only one I see, the only one I want. You own me just as much as I own you.”

Childe’s lips brushed yours in a brief, searing kiss before pulling back, his eyes blazing with that dangerous, possessive fire you’d come to know so well. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting anyone else even think they have a chance.”

You smirked, leaning up to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the darkness that bound the two of you together. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The storm outside raged on, but in the dim light of your bedroom, the two of you were caught in your own storm — a tempest of dark love, jealousy, and obsession that tied your hearts together in a way no one else could ever understand.

[houndslayr]

🎷🦐 [Reupload]

“ℌ𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.”

| 𝔐.𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦. |

I'm reuploading this because Tumblr nuked the first one and didn't put it on any single tag with no explanation so I made some minor changes by adding a few things and taking them away! So if you have already seen it you don't have to reread it unless you want to. The old one is still up but again the changes are barely noticeable if at all.

Gender: Male reader (Could be read as NB as there are only a few mentions of gendered language)

Character(s): Yandere!Tartaglia x reader

Summary: You are a craftsman who meets the unfortunate fate of catching the eye of a fatui harbinger, he seems to have taken quite an interest in you.

Warning(s): Mentions of dog bites, dog attacks, stalking, Ajax tracking you, mentions of violence, a little gore, minor character death

Words: 1,351

This got deleted like 2 times and I was just about to give up but three times the charm ig. Also, I hc that all or most of the harbingers have at least 1 borzoi or any other "royal" breed, so that feeds into this plot. Forgive for the poor writing, I am doing this on a laptop which I am not familiar with

Fem-aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

They say don't bite the hand that feeds but that's bullshit, no one deserved a fate like this. You were a no-one. You only worked as a weapon craftsman in Snezhnaya. Mostly making or repairing weapons for fatui soldiers with an occasional avid traveler, for fairly cheap.

You lived well, mora wasn't an issue most of the time, but you would doubtlessly be working for most of your life before you could retire. So, what an immense surprise it was when one of the fatui harbingers pops into your quaint shop one day.

The 11th of the harbingers waltzing through your door with two soldiers behind him. A smile that held no hint of friendliness in it. His eyes scanned over the premade weapons before landing on you working behind the counter. Upon hearing someone approaching you to go to leave your work and greet them when you stop midway. The smile on your face drops instantly into a worried frown as you realize who stands before you.

He had requested you to fix his bow and ordered a few other smaller orders of weapons. You thought that would've been it, you would just fix the bow and never have to work with the unsettling harbinger but no. He came back a week later, then the next week, and the next. Each time he would try to prolong the time you two talked.

You thought barely of it, of course, it was weird but were you really going to question the intentions of a harbinger. To you, he just had a brief case of puppy love that would pass.

Well, it didn't. It got worse, way worse. He would start to bring you bags of mora, flowers, and other gifts. You always rejected them not wanting it to seem like you were reciprocating his love. For one, you were already married to a kind-hearted man, and second whatever he had for you clearly wasn't healthy.

For a while, you put up with his weird attitude but then he started to get way too close in your personal space. His touches always lingered a little longer than comfortable, his dead-like eyes boring through your head, he was snappier, and would start to get mad when you rejected his presents.

It reached a boiling point when he grabbed your waist pulling you flush against him. In an instant your fist connected with his jaw as you weaseled out of his grasp. Reaching for a nearby weapon that is laid on your sketching desk. Childe's guards were ready to strike but quickly put their weapons down when their boss waved a command.

With a nod, they backed down and returned to idle stand behind him. When you looked back at him you expected to see an angry look on his face but instead, he looked excited even happy. The feeling of wanting to vomit arises in your throat, but you still stand firm.

"Plea- Please leave now." With a shaky voice, you command the barbaric man and his guards to leave. To your surprise, he listens. He turns with a smug grin and a wave out the door.

And for the second time, you were foolish. You thought again that maybe he would leave you alone but no. Although he didn't show up in your shop as much, he still sent fatui spies to your shop, you would find gifts wrapped in the finest paper at the steps of your house. The gifts from him never got opened you just threw them aside in the trash. Wanting nothing to do with the ginger haired harbinger.

So, what broke the camel's back? You really didn't know. Maybe he got bored, impatient, frustrated, jealous, or whatever. But something snapped inside him that day. From the beginning the day left off, just the air felt stuffy. You left your spouse at home with a goodbye kiss as you rushed off to open your shop. That day no fatui agents came in, only a few adventures in need of weapons. The snow falling outside felt heavier, and time felt as if it went 10x slower.

Finally, the time came when you could go back home, so with the twist of a key, you locked your shop and trekked your way back home through the inches of snow. But when you got to your house the door was wide open. The handle that was ripped off the door now laying in the snow. Dread filled you as you carefully stepped into the house with your polearm clutched in your hand.

What awaited you flipped your life upside down. In your living room sat Childe in your loveseat with your dead spouse laying on the blood-drenched rug. The smell of iron leaks into your senses, making you gag at the horrendous aroma.

His eyes snap up to yours, and that same ominous manic smile adorns his face. "Welcome home, my love!" He cheered as he stands up to hug you, his arms spread wide. There was no comfort in his voice, it made your ears want to bleed, like nails on a chalkboard.

After the shock wore off the fact that the love of your life had been killed registered in your brain. You felt sorrowful but another emotion gravely overshadowed that. Anger, rage, and hatred bubbled up covering all the sadness you felt. Animosity for Childe was all you felt at that moment.

The grip on your polearm tightens, the sight of him getting closers acting like he hasn't done a single bad thing. It makes you fucking pissed. But you knew there was no way for you to beat him in a fight, you couldn't go up against a harbinger and win. So, you did the only thing you could think of, letting your flight or fight take control.

Your pyro vision lights ablaze, your polearm swings out in front of you creating a wall of fire blocking Childe from getting to you. Without taking a second glance you rush out into the blizzard-like weather. Through the howling winds, you hear him yelling after you to come back and stop running but you don't even when your lungs feel like they could collapse or when your body feels so numb.

The goal was to get out of Snezhnaya because you couldn't dare to look at that place anymore. The mere thought of stepping foot into the city made you shiver. You don't really know how long you have been walking maybe a few hours? Frozen snow clings onto your clothes as you cling onto yourself. The storm was getting really bad, you could barely hear nor see anything. Droplets frozen onto your lashes weighing them down, your eyes feeling droopy. For a while you couldn't hear anything till the sound of dogs barking makes your heart drop.

It was the sound of at least 3 dogs getting closer to you rapidly. You were so exhausted that you didn't even try to speed up, you just hoped that they weren't after you, but nothing was ever on your side was it.

Flickering pain shoots up your arm as you twirl around to see a dog. A Russian wolfhound of course. You just wanted to cry at that point, the only people at this point who were allowed to own those breeds were royals or the harbingers. The guess was that these were Tartaglia's hunting dogs. If they were his then he would follow the steps of these dogs.

The dogs latched ahold of both your arms, the third grabbing onto your back and pushing you down into the frigid layers of bloody snow. You couldn't take it anymore the fatigue and scalding pain overtaking all senses. Black splotches start to cover your vision, ringing in your ears almost blocking out the sound of snow crunching around you.

Before your vision could go out completely a hand grips your hair pulling you up to meet the face of Tartaglia, his unnerving smirk still resting on his freckled face. "You thought you could run darling? Your fucking mine" was the last thing you heard before your head gets thrown into the snow below again and darkness takes you.

Tumblr nuked this again and istg ur homopho-

Fun fact for those who made it this far, but I really love borzoi! I love sighthound in general and have researched them a lot, but borzoi has got to be my favorite. Maybe I'm biased because I have a little borzoi puppy, but they are such a goofy breed, and I would never regret getting one.

[living-in-the-state-of-dreaming]

Watches the new Arlecchino trailer .....Please, for the love of fudge let this trailer be what unleashes a Tsunami of yandere content for Arlecchino, please, please, please there's so little of it. I literally do not understand why people are sleeping on her in terms of yandere content. Just please this is not a want at this point it's a freaking need. Just p l e a s e. x/////x And yes I am a Arlecchino simp I may as well admit it. -////- I already simp for Tartaglia and Scaramouche a-and one....O-Other that I... Refuse to name, so what's one more? x////x But seriously pleassssseeeee let this be what breaks the dam on the yandere content for Arlecchino because I NEED more fudge damn it! D///x

[catscidr]

// 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 //

key: ♥︎= nsfw. ┆ ♧= crack. ┆(_)°= from an ask.

( 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ) -> flowers blossom beneath the scalpel ↳ a dottore x florist!reader series -> kinktober 2k24 ♥︎

⋆.˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 — 「 原神 」

⋆.˚ alhaitham -> roomie alhaitham blurbs °

⋆.˚ dottore ↳ flowers blossom beneath the scalpel series m.list -> x clingy!reader ° -> x obedient!reader ° -> x puppet!reader ° -> yandere!dottore ° -> webttore x assistant!reader ° -> x housewife!reader ° -> x ghost!reader ° -> x chronically ill!reader ° -> unnamed, short dottore comfort fic -> yandere!dottore x sick!reader hiding their illness° -> office au ↳ office au pt.2 ♥︎ ↳ office au pt. 3 -> akademiya!dottore x fem!reader ° -> dottore's shaving routine ♧ -> crow hybrid dottore rambling ♥︎ ↳ x afab!cat hybrid reader ♥︎° -> dottore nsfw alphabet ft. his clones ♥︎ -> biting his s/o ° -> "aquarium" -> x gn!escaped experiment!reader ° -> pranking him ♧ -> dottore and an insecure s/o ♧ -> akademiya dottore rambles ♥︎ -> drunk dottore blurb ♧

⋆.˚ tartaglia -> flirty!childe x shy!reader ° -> "natural remedy" ↳ pt. 2 ° -> x housewife!reader °

⋆.˚ pantalone -> losing his glasses °

⋆.˚ xiao -> helping him out of his shell °

⋆.˚ wanderer/scaramouche -> has no idea how to compliment you °

⋆.˚ multi. -> genshin characters as lethal company players ♧ -> genshin men as podcast hosts ♧ -> kabedon with genshin men ♧ -> harbingers' alcohol tolerance and their drinking habits ♧

⋆.˚ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 — 「 星穹铁道 」

⋆.˚ argenti -> x idrila!reader °

⋆.˚ jing yuan -> morning sex w afab!reader ♥︎°

⋆.˚ veritas ratio -> prof! ratio & gn!uni student!reader blurbs °

⋆.˚ multi. -> taking care of your dogboy (blade, gepard, boothill) ♥︎

⋆.˚ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 — 「 呪術廻戦 」

⋆.˚ satoru g. -> nothing yet...

⋆.˚ suguru g. -> comforting you through birth control side effects

⋆.˚ fushiguro t. -> nothing yet...

⋆.˚ ryōmen s. -> nothing yet...

⋆.˚ kamo c. -> nothing yet...

[belphiesreverie]

i dont see many tartaglia asks but i <33 him so much it HURTS so yandere childe with a bookish/book smart reader if you can pls?? romantic or platonic is up to u

I love writing for Childe so so so much, I rlly wish more people would request him 💔

I think at first he wouldn’t really get it

What’s the point in reading so much? All that knowledge isn’t gonna help you get stronger. That kind of mentality yk?

I imagine he’s read books to his siblings before, but never for himself, so he also kinda has this idea in his head that reading is for kids

His obsession would start when your knowledge is actually relevant to him. Being able to talk about different kinds of weapons and fighting techniques with him suddenly peaks his interest

Since you read a lot of books which cover a large range of topics, you can talk to him about an array of different things that he actually finds really useful. Maybe you offhandedly mention that if he turns his body a little more to the right then his strikes will hit harder. And when he tries it, it actually works

He’ll start buying you books that have an abundance of knowledge about different fighting styles from other regions and information about weapons and how to use them the most effectively. He does this not only as a way to try and garner your favour, but also so he can subtly try and pry the information out of the books from you so he won’t have to read them himself

Although, he ends up buying a lot more books of different genres when he sees how happy they make you. And something about the genuine happiness and appreciation you show him strikes a chord in him

He goes from only wanting to listen to you talk about the strategies from the books he gives you, to indulging you in listening to you explain the plots of your favourite books or grievance’s from one’s you hated

And one day he realises that it doesn’t even have to be listening to you talk about books, he just wants to hear your voice. He’ll listen to you talk about anything and everything as long as your words are directed at him

And when you lose your voice from talking for hours on end at his request, he realises that he just adores being in your presence and having you near him

So won’t you stay by his side forever? He can buy you all the books you’d ever want, and he’ll even read them to you when you’re stuck in bed recovering

[merakiui]

[✎] genshin impact masterlist

✿ = nsfw ❀ = sfw ⭑ = yandere ✼ = headcanon

a collection of my written works.

𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓽

albedo ↳ apricity ⭑✿

diluc  ↳ matchstick ⭑ ↳ when he finds out you’re being abused ❀✼ ↳ when he’s jealous ❀✼ ↳ platonic comfort ❀✼ ↳ when you struggle with depression ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o likes slimes ❀✼ ↳ when you shield him from an attack ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o was abused ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o has regenerative powers ❀✼

kaeya ↳ when he finds out you’re being abused ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o likes slimes ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o has regenerative powers ❀✼

sucrose ↳ when her s/o is short ❀✼

venti ↳ when his s/o is suicidal ❀✼ ↳ when you have strict parents ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is short ❀✼

𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓾𝓮

xingqiu ↳ when you’re dyslexic ❀✼

xinyan ↳ xinyan x reader ❀✼ ↳ when her s/o is short ❀✼

xiao ↳ when he finds out you’re being abused ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is suicidal ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o likes slimes ❀✼ ↳ when you shield him from an attack ❀✼ ↳ lantern rite wishes ❀ ↳ kalopsia ⭑ ↳ one call away, yet the distance remains harrowing ❀ ↳ when you have self-harm scars ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o has regenerative powers ❀✼

zhongli ↳ when you struggle with depression ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is suicidal ❀✼ ↳ when you shield him from an attack ❀✼ ↳ when you hide your self-harm scars ❀✼

𝓼𝓷𝓮𝔃𝓱𝓷𝓪𝔂𝓪

tartaglia ↳ frostbite ⭑ ↳ when you struggle with depression ❀✼ ↳ when he finds out you’re being abused ❀✼ ↳ when he’s jealous ❀✼ ↳ when you’re lonely ❀✼ ↳ in which you discover his ties to the fatui ❀ ↳ when you shield him from an attack ❀✼ ↳ when you hide your self-harm scars ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o was abused ❀✼ ↳ when you dislike him ⭑✼ ↳ when his s/o is from fontaine ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o has regenerative powers ❀✼ ↳ cat’s cradle ⭑

𝓲𝓷𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓶𝓪

scaramouche ↳ hatefully yours ⭑✿ ↳ half-off love ⭑✿ ↳ when he finds out you’re being abused ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is a civilian ❀✼ ↳ when you struggle with depression ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o struggles with anorexia ❀✼ ↳ when he’s jealous ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is suicidal ❀✼ ↳ when you’re lonely ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o was abused ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is impulsive ❀✼ ↳ visiting lantern rite with him ❀✼ ↳ when his s/o is from fontaine ❀✼ ↳ to mend a broken heart, you must break another ❀ ↳ mother ⭑ ↳ me & you, beyond a horizon so blue ❀

kaedehara kazuha ↳ a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze ⭑✿

𝓴𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲'𝓪𝓱

dainsleif ↳ fluff + nsfw romance ❀✿✼

miscellaneous writings↳ yandere list ⭑ ↳ kaeya & childe: teaming up ⭑ ↳ body swap soulmate au ❀ ↳ corrupted!albedo ⭑✿ ↳ scaramouche with a yan!reader ⭑ ↳ android!scaramouche ⭑✿ ↳ xiao & zhongli: mafia au ❀ ↳ demon!xiao ⭑✿ ↳ yan!aether ⭑✿ ↳ albedo, venti, & xiao: fantasy aus ❀ ↳ ob-gyn albedo ⭑✿ ↳ stalker ex scaramouche ⭑

kazuha & scaramouche roommates au ↳ diluc & kaeya roommates ⭑✿ ↳ onlyfans ⭑✿ ↳ body wash ❀ ↳ dinner date ❀ ↳ relationships ⭑ ↳ broken laptop ⭑ ↳ soft boy kazuha ⭑✿

[occassionalfanficwriter]

Heyhey! May I request childe x reader where the reader has been badly abused in the past? As a result she doesn’t mind when childe kidnaps her because childe has never hurt her, and treats her nicely? So since childe has work lmao he leaves a fatui agent to watch his s/o. But since his s/o has such a small appetite she doesn’t eat much. And since the fatui agent has a bad temper, what if he slaps her across the jaw so hard it breaks? So since then she can’t handle leaving childe’s side?Thank you

anon who hurt you? (•ω•`)this childe has yandere undertones but anyways you're welcome and enjoy.

Content warning for everyone else: allusions to domestic violence ,and non-graphic depiction of violence against women.

No Misfortune Without Blessings

Summary: Among the many myths about Tartaglia, few were dedicated to his love life. Even fewer dared to speak of the gentle love between him and his lady but in the soft and hushed whispers of the crowd, all would admit that they painted a pretty picture.

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There was a boy.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of him. Shy and stuttering but with bright blue eyes that reminds you of the starry sky in the village. You liked him, in the same way you liked the morbid stories and descriptions of the adventurers in the tavern. You liked him too, in the same way you liked the rare flowers that grew in Snezhnayan winter.

And maybe the boy with the starry sky in his eyes and bright red hair liked you too. But it wasn’t something you paid attention to, there were stories and adventures to be had, knowledge to be shared and you decided it was more important.

More important than understanding what everyone your age liked or what accounted for normal. You never did quite understand everyone else in the same way you immediately understood Ajax. It was precisely because of this that you simply didn’t quite fit in, you were just as much of an outcast as Ajax was with his shyness and occasional stutter. You didn’t care for it, you found comfort in the knowledge you’d never be involved in messy affairs of the romantic and platonic kind.

Your world was peaceful.

There was Ajax, the stories from adventurers, and your hidden desire for something more beyond what the small seaside town you call home had to offer.

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There used to be a boy with bright blue eyes that takes your breath away sometimes. Who had a burning red hair and warm smile that reminded you of the warm sunshine.

You loved to follow him around, notebook in hand filled with scribbles and experiments of different shorts. And Ajax loved you, perhaps, with the way he took you along for adventures on the edges of the woods, in the frozen lake, and taking small commissions from the neighbors.

The two of you had grown taller, childhood fat turning into muscles as your bodies hit puberty. Both of you had changed in so many ways, gone were the days when no one minded the two of you staying out together for a long period of time, without any companion. Whispers followed when the two of you held each other just a bit too long for what was appropriate.

Your world could not simply consist of Ajax and the growing longing you had for what the world had to offer. You didn’t like the change, neither of you two did. But you were much better at pretending than Ajax, so you studied and observed the rest, told this to Ajax and somehow the restrictions on you two became a big game of pretend. You pretended to understand the beauty that others found, pretended to fit in the scale of accepted normalcy.

And then, without you noticing the boy you loved dearly was gone. You stared blankly as you watched his parents cry and search parties used for a boy lost in the woods.

There used to be a boy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of him when he came back to you three months later.

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You weren’t quite sure when it started, when your world expanded and collapsed until the only things left are the ashes of things you don’t quite recognize. You weren’t quite sure when you stopped yearning for a life of adventure. When you began to settle for whatever it was that was given to you.

Maybe it was when the boy you loved came back with dull blue eyes and a sharp look that told stories only the hardened and veteran adventurers understood. Maybe it was when you could no longer keep up with him, when trouble seeks him out and your parents dragged you away from him.

Maybe it was when one night he sneaks into your room bids you goodbye and makes you realize that the stars in his eyes never left, they were just clouded by something brighter and bigger than whatever it was that Morepesok had to offer.

Maybe it was when you woke up the next day and the boy you loved was taken away into a brighter and bigger place than the small sea-side village.

But that didn’t matter now, not when your whole body hurt and you laid limp on the cold wooden floors of the place that should be home but isn’t. You weren’t quite sure when you accepted this as normal, when the man your parents swore would take care of you became the one who hurt you. You weren’t quite sure when you started to forget all of that you loved dearly.

“...it hurts” you say out loud as tears prick on the edges of your eyes and you simply lay on the floor, ignoring the pain on your ribs, the blood on your mouth and countless other bruises that littered your skin.

You don’t recognize yourself anymore.

And you hate yourself for it.

You think of the boy you loved who had stars in his eyes and the sun in his soul and you yearn for him and what could have been.

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There was a man with a charming smile and blue eyes, and the mask of the Harbingers. You weren’t quite sure what to think of him when he held your hand gently, and spoke to you about topics you used to love.

You weren’t quite sure what it meant when his eyes grew cold at the bruises on your skin and the whispers that followed you. Maybe you loved him, in the same way you loved Ajax, and the man you lived with. Maybe you loved him in the same way you loved the preserved heart in a jar that used to be yours.

There were a lot of maybes but you were sure that Tartaglia would never hurt you. The day he takes you away felt like a fairy tale, as if the boy you loved came back for you but you knew that Ajax was gone. And Tartaglia was the one who came for you so you stupidly went along with him.

You gave him your everything.

You gave him the tattered pieces of what could have been you, and allowed him to reshape you, until you were stronger than before. You relearned how to be human, how to be yourself, and you loved him for it. You learned how to speak his own love language, stayed by his side and accepted all of him until you weren’t sure where you ended and where he began.

Somehow, you stupidly believed that all of this would remain as it was. Until he had to leave for a long while and you can’t help but feel as if your world would collapse.

“Don’t go” you whispered as you held onto his clothes like a child.

“Don’t leave me” you begged as you shrink your frame and tried to fight the fear of being hated for something like this.

“I’m sorry” Tartaglia tells you, voice soft and gentle as he hugs you tenderly.

You want to cry but you don’t because you had always understood that he was meant for bigger and brighter things. Instead you sank in his chest, you wanted to imprint yourself in him, so that no matter how bright and beautiful the world outside of this home you built was, he’d never forget about you.

“Come back quickly.”

“I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

You don’t tell him that you’ve already begun missing him.

--

You never bothered to get along with Tartaglia’s subordinates. Not when you decided to ignore anything Fatui related since it meant that Tartaglia would never have to worry about you being used against him. You refused to be a burden.

This ignorance meant that despite treating them civilly you had no deep impression on them. It meant that when none of Tartaglia’s trusted aides were available to watch you and take care of whatever your needs were, some new recruit was given to you.

You didn’t care about it much. The new recruits tend to be distant and careful upon knowing who you were to Tartaglia. You didn’t care about what they called you behind your back. What mattered was Tartaglia and his thoughts.

Your heart was too small to include irrelevant matters.

Maybe if you learned how to be human properly, you would have realized the danger you were in. An upstart recruit from a noble lineage coupled with a bad temper would never be suited to your cold and distant attitude. The snark and biting remarks you ignored only added fuel to a fire you weren’t aware of.

You were too busy counting the days until Tartaglia’s return to pay attention to someone you found insignificant.

“You didn’t finish your food again” The recruit complained.

“Feed it to the dogs or whatever” you answered dismissing him with a wave of hand as you drank your water.

No one would care if you ate less than usual. Tartaglia would only ask if anything was wrong and you’d be quick to assure him that it was nothing. You knew that he would overthink and his subordinates would pay for it.

It was best for all parties that his mood remained good. You didn’t want others interfering with your time with him and you were quite sure that after the glamour of sparring with him faded off, his men had no want of being beaten to the ground.

This thought that you believed to be true made you blind. It made you let your guard down when malice was directed at you and you found yourself suddenly on the ground.

The harsh sound of your jaw breaking echoing loudly as you stared blankly on the marble tiles of the dining room. Somehow it felt like you were back in that place, and you could hear shouting and swearing around you.

‘I’m stronger than this’ You thought as you tried to force your body to move.

‘I’m stronger than this!’ You stubbornly insisted as your body remained frozen in the ground.

‘I’M STRONGER THAN THIS!’ You screamed inside your head as you felt like you were drowning again. You couldn’t breathe and you could no longer see anything.

The next thing you saw was Tartaglia on your bedside, asleep and visibly worse for wear. You stood up, opening your mouth only to quickly stop at the dull pain you felt. You could only stare at him with longing. The room was dark and only lit by the moonlight that seeped in through the windows.

You reached out for him, three soft squeezes on his hand as you gingerly kissed his calloused hand. You could tell that he was already awake and you waited for him to open his bright blue eyes that took your breath away.

“I won’t leave you alone anymore” Tartaglia says with sadness in his voice as he cradles you in his lap. You closed your eyes and tapped his lips thrice.

‘I love you’.

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There was a girl with bright curious eyes that seemed to see through him. Ajax couldn’t keep his stutter out as he shyly introduced himself.

He loved her at first sight.

He loved her more when she took his hand and showed him interesting stuff. Each moment spent with her was an adventure. He loved the spark in her eyes when she talked about the nations beyond Snezhnaya.

He loved her eccentricities and never wanted her to change. But Ajax knew that if he remained as he was, he would never be able to keep her by his side.

The girl he loved yearned for something bigger and brighter than Morepesok and Ajax wanted to give it to her with his own two hands.

There used to be a girl with bright eyes and rarely smiled but could take his breath away when she smiled at him. Who loved all sorts of things without any care, who loved him in the same way she loved the animals they came across.

She was bright and warm and Ajax knew that she was destined for bigger things. That she was meant to explore the world beyond the sea and Ajax wanted to take her away and give her the greatest adventure.

He wanted her world to be made up of him, their adventures, and everything she loved. But the Abyss had no place for gentle dreams and soft loves. So he fought and fought until he realized his dream and set out for something bigger and brighter than him.

‘I want to give her the world’ Ajax whispered in the silence of the night as he fought for his life and then for fun.

He thought of the girl he loved who walked among the stars and he yearned for her. The Abyss had no room for the weak so he hid away what he could and threw away what he couldn’t for the sake of growing strong and paving the way for the girl he loved.

He came back and found solace in the stupid girl that didn’t understand everything yet. He protected her innocence even as she stared at his blood stained hands. He protected her soft and loving heart even as he felt his being torn apart.

He wanted to keep her by his side but he had always been the better fighter. She was better at pretending but she could never bring herself to fight back mercilessly. So he decided to fight for the two of them.

The Fatui was like the Abyss but it could never reach the harshness and brutality of a place seeped in desperation. He hid his heart away, keeping it with the girl he loved who cried for him. He fought his way up the ranks and thought of the girl he loved.

He thought of her as he took missions upon missions, thinking of her soft lips and sweet tears that made him want to take her with him. But he wasn’t strong enough to protect her yet so he leaves her behind, promising to return to her once more.

There used to be a girl who seemed to like she could take the world by storm.

There used to be a boy who loved her secretly and openly.

Now there was a woman whose light was dying, bright eyes dulled and heart trampled upon.

Now there was a man named Tartaglia whose heart burned and raged for those that dared to hurt the woman he loved.

He takes her away, leaves no traces and keeps her far away from the burnt down house that used to be her childhood home. He keeps her by his side and gives her pieces of the world.

Tartaglia with his bloodstained hands gently and lovingly held her in his arms as he dealt with the recruit. It was brutal and inhumane but all of his humanity was meant for the girl he loved and his family.

He gives her the best doctor and waits for her to wake up.

Thrice he made the mistake of leaving her behind.

‘This time, no matter what, I’ll keep you by my side.’

--

Among the myths about Tartaglia few were dedicated to the lady he always took along with him, be it in the battlefield or anywhere else. It was rumored that she was as gentle as Liyue’s glaze lilies, and as deadly as the ruin guards that littered across Teyvat.

But one thing was constant, where Tartaglia goes the lady follows. A warrior and his lady dominating battle fields across Teyvat.

There would be no surprise if one day the entire world fell at their feet.

[kaiser-s-bitch]

{ ~ MADDY‘S MASTERLIST PT.2 ~ }

DEMON MOONS + MUZAN

groups

Muzan + Upper Moons having a horror movie marathon

the Upper Moons as gifs

Kokushibo, Muzan & Enmu: nsfw hcs w their human pet girl

Upper Moons getting drunk

Upper Moons playing board games

Gyuutarou (+ Daki) with artist!reader (sfw)

Upper Moons reacting to their human pet demanding head pats (sfw)

Douma

being actor at a haunted house attraction

reuniting w his deceased s/o after death

Akaza

ramble (!heavy spoilers!)

Hakuji fluff hcs

Akaza‘s s/o getting scolded by Muzan (sfw)

Gyuutarou

nsfw hcs

Gyuutarou as dom hcs (nsfw)

Muzan

hcs w masochistic s/o (nsfw)

hcs w s/o having a breeding kink (nsfw)

hcs: body switch w fem s/o

Enmu

being actor at a haunted house attraction

OTHER DEMONS

Susamaru

prompt drabble (nsfw): 83. "How quickly can you cum?"

PILLARS

groups

Obanai + Mitsuri seeing a fortune teller

Sanemi + Giyuu handing out candy on Halloween

the Pillars but as gifs

the Pillars as Upper Moons

Rengoku Kyoujurou

hcs: Kyojurou as a demon

(yandere) Rengoku Kyoujurou hcs || sfw(ish)

Kochou Shinobu

Secret Santa hcs (modern au)

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu as sensei of a cheerful tsuguko

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

18+ hcs

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Genshin Impact

groups

reacting to you squirting for the first time hcs (nsfw) || pt. 1 & pt. 2

reacting to you taking off your engagement ring after an argument (sfw)

reacting to someone checking you out (sfw)

Ass, Thighs or Boobs?

asking them to finish inside (Neuvillette, Wrio) (nsfw)

Kaedehara Kazuha

Windtrace: Kazuha (hunter) x s/o (rebel)

Kazuha x virgin fem s/o (nsfw)

Kamisato Ayato

gentleman in the streets, rough in the sheets (nsfw)

Childe/Tartaglia

Childe as fwb (implied nsfw)

Lyney

spicy hcs (nsfw)

Neuvillette

Priest!Neuvillette x (fem) Goth!Reader (nsfw-ish)

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Blue Lock

groups

sleepover with Blue Lock characters (sfw)

Who is the most private about their love life?

reaction to you "screaming" when they prank you dressed as a clown

Isagi Yoichi

fluff hcs (sfw)

spicy hcs (nsfw)

Bachira Meguru

fluff/spicy hcs (sfw & nsfw)

Nagi Seishiro

fluff hcs (sfw)

spicy hcs (nsfw)

spicy prompt drabble (21. "Wait—uh—do… do that again.") (slight nsfw)

Barou Shouei

cooking/doing chores with you (sfw)

Itoshi Sae

"And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him" (angst; sfw)

other stuff

my fav characters

Ego & Kiyora - brothers?

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OTHER

crack (KnY & JJK)

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

random (KnY & JJK)

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

additional info

I interact from @neferpuppet!!

[belphiesreverie]

The moon, Temperance and The world with childe?

Thank you

Ty for the request! 💕

The Moon: Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care? 

He’s kind of a mixed bag. Some days the things they say will go in one ear and out the other. They could hurl the cruelest insults at him and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. However, sometimes he has days where even the smallest negative comment can set him off into a fit of rage. Something that they said two days ago that didn’t even get a response now has him storming out of the house to blow off some steam. He’s like a ticking time bomb with no way to tell what or when he’ll get set off

Temperance: What made this person yandere for their darling? 

Their strength and perseverance. Strength in this case doesn’t necessarily mean physical, it could also be mental strength. The physical strength to face against him in a battle day after day, or the mental strength to not let anything he says to them get under their skin. Either way, he’s addicted to chase to finally break them and make them surrender to him

The World: Would this yandere ever give up on their darling? 

Absolutely not. He has his mind set on them and he’s not one to back down from a challenge. No matter how much they reject him, or how far they run, he’ll always be back the next day to try again. But the longer the chase goes on for, the less patience he has and slowly but surely he’ll start resorting to more underhanded methods to get them to give in

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Yandere tarot event is still open!

[belphiesreverie]

Genshin Impact request here~ So... it’s kinda a continuation of a headcanon you write about Yandere Childe tagging along with you, Klee and Diona. I’m wondering how things will be when the four of them visit Childe’s family... headcanon with a bit of scenarios if possible. But really, whichever you prefer, i don’t mind, since your writings are wonderful! Thank you so much! o(≧▽≦)o

Ahhh ty sm!! I’m just sticking with headcanons for now since I’m still getting back into the flow of writing 💕💕

Continuation of this post!

There better be no misbehaving or going out of line whilst visiting his family. He was lenient in the beginning, you were just getting adjusted, but if Childe is introducing you to his family then it means he’s serious and you should know and understand this

Play the part of the sweet partner and caring parent and there will be no issues. He wants his family to accept you, to welcome you with open arms! They’re not going to be able to do so comfortably with you being adamant that he’s forcing you into this

He has a hand on you at all times. Holding your own, around your waist, resting on your thigh etc. To everyone around, it’s a loving gesture. He wants to be close to you at all times. But you should know by this point that it’s a warning; a gentle reminder of just how strong he is when his soft touches become firm and threatening

You’re expected to play with your girls and his younger siblings, like a caring parent. To keep an eye on them and entertain them whilst he gushes about you and how happy he is to his parents. He’ll pile on the praise, talk about how you’re the best thing to ever happen to him, make his parents absolutely adore you so that you can’t even attempt to dispute him

When you’re at Childe’s home, you have even less of a chance of escape than you did whilst adventuring. When you were in Liyue or Fontaine, he’d sometimes let you ‘wander’ off. Let you believe that he’s given you an opportunity to slip away. After all, he does enjoy a chase and the look of disappointment and fear on your face when he catches you is to die for

However, when you’re with his family back in Snezhnaya, where there’s Fatui round every corner and all the locals know you as “Ajax’s loving partner”, there’s no way that you’d make it more than 100 metres before a Fatui underling is walking you back to Childe or a local has stopped you and starts showing you the way home since you must be just lost

Even if there was even the small prospect of you being able to escape, you couldn’t just leave Klee and Diona on their own in Snezhnaya. Anywhere else and you could simply alert the local authorities that there were some lost girls from Mondstadt and have them escorted home, but here? You’d be leaving them with Childe who could easily use them against you as bargaining chips

Sure, he’d never hurt the girls but there are other ways for him to go about it. Isn’t Klee the adopted sister of the chief alchemist? What would he think of you if you returned to Mondstadt without his little sister with you? How would Jean react to you abandoning two children with the entirety of the Fatui?

There’s no winning for you in this situation. Once you’re in Snezhnaya and known to his family, your fate has been sealed forever

[belphiesreverie]

the thought of traveling around with diona and Klee while yan!childe tags along and has all of you pretend you’re one happy family has invaded my mind and won’t leave. can i ask about headcanons for a scenario like this?

Hello, yes I love this idea. Thank you for blessing my inbox

At first you didn’t mind Childe tagging along with you three. He’s good with kids since he has his own younger siblings to look after and those two could be a handful to look after on your own a lot of the time so an extra pair of eyes to watch over them was appreciated

However, you started to notice a couple things off with the way he treated you and the girls. He’d always refer to them as “our kids” when he was talking about them, the use of the word ‘our’ throwing you off a bit at first. You assumed it was a joke on his behalf, poking fun at how it seemed like you two were on a trip with your kids. But it became very apparent that he wasn’t joking about

He’s somehow managed to get the girls to refer to you both with parental titles and he’s very insistent on you playing the part. He’ll tell you to go along with it with that ever cheerful smile of his, but too many refusals to act like a loving parent and partner has his smile straining and voice laced with annoyance and anger

At one point he decides he wants you to walk like a proper family. Parents in the middle and a child on either side all holding hands. When you tell him it’s not very practical in the case of a surprise attack from some monsters, he insists that it’ll be fine and it makes the girls happy so you should comply

If you ever stop in towns or cities along your adventures, Childe will book a nice family room for you all because you are a family. A bed each for the girls and a bed for their loving parents, just how it should be. And don’t bother trying to get yourself a separate room because Childe insists that he should hold onto all the money and other items because what you have, you share together and there’s no way you’re convincing him to give you any of the money

To any onlookers, you’d look exactly how Childe wants you to: a nice happy family on an adventure together. There wouldn’t be any signs of something out of place, because why would there be? The girls are perfectly happy playing along with Childe’s game of house and any discomfort or nerves that you could be showing are quickly pushed down with one look and squeeze of the hand from Childe

[belphiesreverie]

hi hii i rlly love ur yan! albedo and childe hcs and i was wondering if u could do yan!childe x tsarista reader ?? :DD

Aaaa thank you! 💕💕

I normally write gender neutral but since the title of Tsaritsa is linked to female monarchs, I used female pronouns for this one

Childe’s dedication is nothing to scoff at, he’d do absolutely anything to help the Tsarista achieve her goals. No matter what is asked of him, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to complete his task without hesitation and to the up most of his abilities

He takes so much pride in being chosen by the Tsarista to be one of her harbingers and considers it to be the greatest honour of all

“The Tsarista chose me to be one of her harbingers, that must mean she trusts me right? She believes in my abilities and wants me to help her carry out her will!”

Constantly butting heads and arguing with the other harbingers. He doesn’t understand why the Tsarista needs them when she has him! They don’t show nearly as much devotion as him and would never be able to help her achieve her goals. Only he is capable and worthy of the title in his eyes

Will not hesitate to ‘get rid of’ anyone he deems is in his way. Be that people who are attempting to join the ranks of the harbingers, those who speak out of line against the Tsarista even slightly and even those who speak too highly of her

He will stop at nothing to gain the approval and praise of the Tsarista, deeming himself the only one worthy of her attention. He has no morals when it comes to getting what he wants