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[pigeonpeach]

Their greatest weakness!

Aka genshin’s most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes greatest weakness or biggest turn ons. The easiest way to get them riled up and ready.

Arlecchino

In general you just existing makes her feel more… greedy. But often are the children surrounding you with innocence and naïveté so she keeps her hands to herself most of the time. But sometimes she wishes she could just pick you up and carry you away. Oh seeing you being so motherly warms her heart.

But she has her needs and whenever you’re alone her hands are often all around you. The easiest way to seduce her is simply just showing a little neck. She lovesss to mark your neck, biting and smearing lipstick all over. You’ll have to wear a scarf or collared shirts after but its a small price to pay. In particular she’s fond of ribbons and lace. Especially around the chest. She likes the idea of being able to untie your clothes like unwrapping a present. She will do so slowly and gently of course, she would love to use the ribbon to bing your hands or block your eyesight.

Jean

She’s definitely the easiest to seduce. She’s oh so repressed. Even seeing you in a simple low cut dress showcasing even the littlest of cleavage will have her reeling. A great way to lure her to bed and to take a ‘rest is to simply wear a nightgown more low cut and sweetly ask when she’ll be coming to bed. She’ll be rushing through work as soon as she can. If possible she will just ditch the paper and go to you right away. Unable to focus now that she nows what she’s missing.

Diluc

Anything. The sight if your thighs, your neck, your cleavage, your belly, your hips. Oh anything that is you. He cannot help himself when you show even the smallest of skin. Once when you went to the beach with him he quickly pulled you to a more isolated part to ravage you. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, you weren’t even wearing that lewd of a swimsuit but so much skin just sent him into frenzy. If you wore lingerie he would lunge at you almost immediately.

Ayato

He is much harder to seduce. Often he’s the one seducing you, his hands lightly tracing your skin to heighten your senses. He’s a big fan of blindfolds. So if you wear a sleeping mask he tends to get a bit mischievous. He won’t do anything if you’re unconscious unless you’ve given him permission to do so prior. Its not that he isn’t attracted to you, he simply has alot of self restraint

But to lure him from his office is difficult as he has a high self control. So subtle and innocent looks won’t work. He’ll know what you’re playing at. If you want to seduce him you have to commit and hard. Lingerie is a favorite of his. Especially if he catches sight of it under your clothes. The difficulty being that.. the get up you usually wear isn’t allowing of little peaks like that. So you have to be creative and direct. In general he likes begging. You will probably have to grovel too as you try to encourage him to come to bed with you. Then he will oblige.

Childe

Anything. If you’re with him he is likely obsessed with you. Like a drug any inch of you will drive him mad and wanting more. In his homeland however such revealing clothes are a liability. But oh how he lovessss your thighs. He often lays his head on them, bites them, squishes them, etc. thigh highs in particular will drive him insane. Stockings too. You could be wearing anything but if you’re wearing stockings or thighs highs it will drive him mad. You will not be walking straight.

Chlorinde

Ohhhhh despite her stoicism and professionalism she is down bad for you. Anything drives her crazy. She is great at hiding this though. In public she will simply maintain her usual professionalism. But in private? Oh she won’t be holding back. She won’t stop herself from taking what she wants where she wants. She can tell when you’re doing it on purpose. She is quite fond of gloves, lacy and transparent ones in particular. She loves to hold your hands in hers while in the act. Its such a intimate feeling to her. She loves lace in general but your hands are just so delicate to her. She loves feeling them on her too.

Thoma

Honestly touch is a big turn on to him. In particular light touches and body contact too. If you just pull his body close to yours, leaving no gaps in-between he’ll start to get flustered. If you sneak up behind him and start lightly touching him he’ll get all worked up and flustered. He’d be too embarrassed to do anything at work. That would take alot of seduction. He’d be pouting and trying so hard not to whimper as you easily would have him wrapped around your finger. He is easily aroused by the sight of your body. But if you start teasing him he’ll be following you like a dog on a collar

Wriothesley

Another thigh guy. He fuckin loves thigh highs an stockings too. He loves just ripping them off and burying himself in between your thighs. The best part to him is seeing you have to walk away in torn tights clearly showing what exactly you had been doing in his office. He loves mesh clothing in general because he loves just ripping it off. Like tearing wrapping paper off a box. He cannot resist it.

[pachimation]

a sinner wakes up and finds himself trapped in eden.

announcement that i’ll be working on a long-ish (40+) page vampire/vampire hunter chscr comic and will therefore be on hiatus for about a month!!

spiderweb in paradiso will be debuting at comifuro18 this may, and i’ll (do my best to 🤞) have asia preorders open and up by next friday with intl orders opening date tbd

[mawlaeina]

отчаянный | Desperate

(adj.) having a great need or desire for something.

🍊 content: Obsessed! Childe x fem! reader, implied red string of fate (sort of)

✦ content w: religious themes (if you squint), praise and worship (if you squint?), implied violence and murder by Childe, general angst

Childe had to fight.

Ajax was not older than 14 years old when he suddenly fell into the abyss on a regular snowy day in Snezhnaya. He closed his eyes for one moment, and the next thing he knew he was falling down towards dark colored waters of what looked like a dimly lit cave.

In seconds, Ajax felt himself crashing down harshly against the surface of the water before he began to slowly sink. He shivered, the water constantly staying icy and cold even when he was below the surface, and there was also an uncanny atmosphere that he felt as he continued to sink.

In a panic, Ajax swam up—the feeling of such a heavy weight on his entire body almost choked him off of oxygen as he managed to break to the surface of the water.

He gasps for air as he steadies himself before be swims to some nearby land. He clings to the sandy ground once he was out of the water, choking and gasping as the density grew greater on his body—as if it was going to crush his lungs and ribs at any given moment.

But he manages to grow accustomed to it a bit as he composes himself once more. He lets out an exasperated sigh as he asks himself what was happening.

He looked around for a moment and realized that the entire place was packed with wolves with shadow-like features that were focused on him upon his arrival.

The creatures were simply staring at Ajax with some kind of dark madness and hunger—albeit slow, some were already approaching him on the little island that he was on.

He had nothing to use to defend himself with—no armor, no shield, no weapons. When one of the wolves finally dashed forward with a jaw slightly hanging and ready to bite, all Ajax could think of was to run.

And he did run away—his legs moving light and fast as he tried to avoid all the other wolves that were coming in front of him. He was running even though his legs were tired, even when his lungs started to feel like they were bursting again.

For a moment, he was happy as he managed to lose sight of the wolves.

That was until he tripped.

He tripped over his own feet and began to roll down painfully against the rough and rigid ground. Once he finally landed at the bottom, his body had taken multiple fractures on the torso, and bleeding wounds on his face and arms.

Ajax groaned in pain, reaching and placing his hands on his hair before weakly clenching his hand on it. Ajax could hear the wolves coming as they howl with distorted voices from the direction he was just running away from.

He began to panic again, his breathing frantic and scattered all over the place. He closed his eyes for a moment as the darkness began to settle in his vision. For a moment he saw glimpses of mental images of his family—his mother, father, older and younger siblings.

Was this it? Was this his demise? He felt like crying, he didn’t want to die, not now, not when he was this young.

Why? Why? Why?

He questions desperately to the gods and celestia.

Fight.

His eyes opened, widening in shock as he wore a stunned expression on his face. He heard someone—the voice clear as day, with words spoken firmly as the frozen ice of Snezhnayan fjords, yet it was somehow spoken with the same desperation that he felt.

Fight, please. I’m begging you.

The voice’s tone broke momentarily, and Ajax could somehow picture someone in front of him as he lay on the ground—the person pleading, their warm and ticklish tears fell from their eyes and onto Ajax’s cheeks. Though their face was blurry and could be vaguely seen, he sensed some familiarity coming from them—even though he remembers no one with such a voice.

I don’t want you to die.

In an instant, Ajax rolls to the side as he avoids a claw strike from a wolf that had already came up to him. His back bumps into a nearby stone wall, but he manages to take a sharp rock before standing up with haste.

His hands are tensed, clenching the sharp stone and wielding it like a kitchen knife. Despite the state of his body, he felt the urge, the need to move and survive against the monster.

Ajax dashes forward as the shadow-like wolf lunges towards him. Before the ruined animal could bite his head off, he slides under the wolf and stabs its hide before slicing through its underbelly using the stone. Once the wolf’s body passes over him, it collapses onto the ground with a pool of blood quickly forming under its lower half.

For a moment, there was some sort of adrenaline that came over Ajax—one that made him feel stronger, more confident to survive, and his fresh kill ignited a newly sense of pride of winning.

He liked how it felt for some reason.

It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore off rather quickly. He coughed out some blood as he drops the sharp bloody stone to the ground, just before he fell to his knees—eventually, his body collapses onto the ground just like the wolf before passing out.

—

Childe had to survive.

When Ajax woke up, he found himself laying on the ground—his body covered in bandages. He groaned as the pain began to strike all over his body. He looked around for a moment and saw numerous wolves laying dead and bloodied everywhere.

He doesn’t remember doing any of this, and it somehow bothered him.

The next thing he knew, he was took in by a stranger who introduced herself as Skirk. He was taught multiple skills on how to survive in this place, which was called the Abyss. Skirk teaches Ajax how to survive and pass through the regions of the Abyss unharmed, and how to wield his hydro vision in the abyss—even though he wasn’t aware that he received a vision at all in the first place.

After a month of rigorous and intense training, Skirk teaches Ajax to wield Foul Legacy. For the first few tries, transforming and using Foul Legacy for even just a few seconds put such a heavy strain on his body, and he eventually ended up in critical condition every time.

When he passes out, he dreamt or had short visions. He saw someone making tea on a kitchen counter, their faces were blurry and could be vaguely seen but he could feel some sort of warmth emanating from them. Ajax somehow knew it was the same person who talked some sense into him on the first day that he fell into the Abyss.

He holds his hand out, reaching it gently towards the person.

He wakes up, his breathing heavy as he sweats profusely. Skirk was confused as to why Ajax woke up in such a way, yet she dismisses it as an insignificant nightmare that the young child probably had.

However, in Ajax’s case, he wanted more of that warmth that he felt just now. How long has it been since he’d touch something warm after falling into the cold Abyss? He doesn’t recall, he doesn’t remember—so, naturally, as a young adolescent, he wanted more of it, he craved it.

From then on, Ajax began to train harder, harsher—pushing his body to his limits everyday. He got stronger, and that’s what he told himself what his training was for—to get stronger, to be stronger.

To conquer the world.

A merely shallow form of self-manipulation to deny a more selfish reason he had in mind.

In truth, he wanted to see and feel more of that person, and he did—so long as he passed out. He passes out more frequently now as he continuously extends his limits—pushing himself until his body was in pain from just moving a hand.

Everytime he would pass out, he would constantly try to reach for them when they weren’t looking, he would try to see their face clearer, hear their voice clearer as they talked to him for even just a second. Eventually, he realizes they were a year younger or older than him—if not, they were perhaps the same age as he was.

But as another month passed, he began to pass out less, and when he did pass out, if wouldn’t be long enough to see that person again. While it confirmed that he did get stronger, he was irritated by the absence of such a warm presence. The only light that he had in the Abyss, and now it felt like he was losing it.

Stronger, I need to get stronger.

Ajax thought to himself angrily as he began to train even without Skirk. He continued to push his limits—training in the dark and heavy waters until his lungs almost gave out, training against stronger enemies using his Foul Legacy form, training against every other weapon that he could find in the Abyss. His bloodlust began to grow by the day as he relentlessly hunted the monsters that resided in the Abyss.

Yet for some reason, he no longer saw that person when he passed out. Did he recover too quickly? Were they going to leave him behind now? They wouldn’t right? Right?

He could feel himself losing his sanity, his thoughts full of silent pleas for that person to appear at least once every other day or so.

No, no, no, please. Don’t leave me here, come back.

COME BACK!

—

Childe needed to breathe.

When Ajax came back to Teyvat, he returned to his family cabin in Snezhnaya—to which he was welcomed back warmly and gladly with thankful sobs from his family members. Much to his surprise, he had been only missing for 3 days in Teyvat despite having trained for 3 months in the Abyss.

While Ajax missed his family so much, his thoughts were still plagued with the unknown warmth that he felt in the Abyss. Yes, he enjoyed the warm hugs and such affectionate love coming from his family, he enjoyed the warm sensation of his hands when faced to the fire of the cabin fireplace—but those, for some odd reason, could not compare to the comfort that he felt and witnessed first hand in the Abyss.

They were simply not enough.

It was a week after his return that Ajax looked up to the sky. The last shimmering gloss on his eyes reflected the clear blue skies of Snezhnaya that day, and he wondered if that was just the Abyss playing tricks on his head.

He sighed as he plopped down on the snowy ground. The Snezhnayan cold no longer affected him—not when the Abyss conditioned him with colder temperatures.

His hands twitch for a moment, just like it had been for the last week. He needed to move, to fight. He thought he could control himself, that he could return to just being his mother and father’s son.

But he couldn’t, and on that day, he ended up massacring all the ruin guards he could find in his region using his Foul Legacy form.

Ajax, stop, your body can’t handle any more stress.

His eyes widened after hearing a worried voice just as he was about to move to the next region—a small wave of warmth passes by him, the sensation was weak but familiar. He pauses for a moment, waiting for them to speak again—but there was only silence.

Where are you?

He looked around the snowy terrain, still in his Foul Legacy form. It took him a few seconds of silence before his body began to feel heavy—coughing up blood and collapsing onto the snow as he turns back into his normal self.

Where are you?

He repeats inside his head with desperation. He stood up and began to walk around, his other leg limping as he does so. His mouth was slightly agape, taking in shallow breaths of the thin air as blood trickled down his mouth.

Please, please. Answer me, where are you?

When he finally turned his head, he saw you.

Clear as day, warm as the sun.

His breath hitched as he felt your hand on his cheeks, your warmth constantly emanating and burning through his cold skin. He felt like crying right then and there, but he wondered if you were real—if this was real. He raised his hand to touch yours, and it did.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, your voice full of worry—yet its so soothing to his ears. It’s that same voice that Ajax could never mistake for someone else. Ajax just stares at you for a minute, too stunned to speak as he takes in your face. “Hey, you’re badly injured, we should take you home.” You suggest.

Ajax seemed to realize something for a moment. While he knew that the person he’s seen and heard in the Abyss was you, you were acting like a stranger to him—it confused him.

“You’re injured.” Ajax pointed out abruptly as he gently takes your hand off his cheeks and spins you around lightly, which catches you off guard for a second. “Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice low and angry as he runs a finger down your back—your spine crawls at the painful sensation.

“I got hit by a ruin guard earlier and passed out by that tree earlier.” You explained rather awkwardly. “But I’m fine now, so you there’s nothing to worry about. We should get you home since you’re in an even worse condition.” You say as you turned around to face him. “Can you tell me where you live? I’ll help you get there.”

Ajax tells you where he lives, and it surprises both of you that you two were neighbors. What a coincidence, how come you never saw in each other?

It was already midnight when Ajax returned to his family cabin, with you supporting him from the side. His mother was relieved to see his son back, but her concerned grew when she saw him covered in dirt and blood. She thanked you for accompanying him during his journey home.

You told them that you were going to leave, and Ajax couldn’t help but feel devastated by the idea—so he speaks to his mother, saying how you were also injured.

Naturally, as a loving and concerned adult that she was, Ajax’s mother told you that she could at least treat your injuries before you leave, and that you could stay the night in their cabin and return home the next morning.

The look of reluctance painted on your face somehow ticked something inside Ajax’s mind. He never questioned about what happened in the Abyss—how he heard your voice when he was on the brink of death, when he was barely going to survive. He simply concluded that it just happened, that your fates were intertwined so strongly that your voice reached him even when the two of you were worlds apart.

Don’t you feel the same? Why do you want to leave?

He wanted to be angry, but he can’t find it in himself to be angry at you—not when he thinks you’ve done so much for him, not when you saved him from the brink of death in the Abyss. You were his salvation, his one and only savior in this world—not even a single person from celestia came to put him back into his senses at the time, and for that he no longer believes in them.

He believes in you.

When you finally agreed to his mother’s offer, he felt glad—an understatement to the joyful emotion that he had swirling in his chest. He lets you sleep inside his room after being treated, and when you fell asleep, he took it upon himself to watch you.

He was kneeling on the ground, arms and head resting on the side of the bed. He continues to watch you in silence for a moment before he briefly caresses your cheek.

My god.

He lifts himself up a bit, enough that he hovered over your sleeping face. He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, feeling the comforting warmth that you had stinging his cold lips.

My universe.

—

Childe suffocated.

When he finally got recruited into the fatui, he was given a nickname, “Childe”.

Acknowledged by the Tsaritsa and the organization for having great strength at such a young age, he was given a chance to be promoted—to become a harbinger, but he had to sacrifice something or someone.

He was made to choose.

Blinded by the loyalty that he swore, he chose to sacrifice someone who would get in the way of the fatui ambition that he had. You.

With fates intertwined as strong as celestia, he was told by the Fatui that you would hinder his progress, his strength.

You were a distraction.

While Childe did return to be a fairly normal person ever since he had you by his side, the warmth that he felt from you slowly faded into something more common. Your warm hugs no longer felt special over time—it was as if you turned into another fireplace for him to stare at.

Snezhnaya was not as cold as the Abyss, and so he disregarded the need for something as warm as you.

So there he stood, in front of you with a knife held dangerously close to your neck. His hands trembled, and he seemingly fought every cell of his body from hesitating.

I just have to kill her.

He thought to himself, his inner voice lacking any sense of determination to do so.

You, yourself, was not surprised that he had come to kill you.

You knew this day would come, and you just hoped it wouldn’t happen to his family. While you were clearly against him joining the Fatui, you said nothing—a decision that you’ve come to regret every day.

As his hands trembled, you smiled sadly—closing your eyes as you held his hands. For a moment, his eyes widened, and everything turned silent as the sound of blood splattered on the ground.

Childe did not come home to his family that day like he said he would.

—

Childe has forgotten how to breathe.

“What do you mean you don’t know about big sister?” Teucer pouted, and Childe simply laughed confusedly at the young ginger.

“Who are you talking about, Teucer?” Childe asks his younger brother without a single shine of sunlight reflecting his eyes.

“You know who I’m talking about!”

“Big sister Tonia?” Childe raises a brow, but Teucer shakes his head with a frown—he was getting upset with his big brother now.

“The one you always brought to go ice fishing with us.” Childe doesn’t know what his younger brother was talking about.

“I don’t recall bringing anyone other than you when we go ice fishing by the lake, Teucer.” Childe spoke honestly and knelt down to Teucer’s level. “Buddy, are you sure you aren’t tired?” Childe asks worriedly.

Teucer shakes his head, still frowning.

Everything was so odd for Childe ever since he woke up this morning. Everyone in his family cabin had asked him about someone he doesn’t know about—his family claims that the two of them were close, very close, and they wondered why Childe no longer remembers them.

Who on earth were they talking about?

Childe asks himself as he holds Teucer’s hand as they walk to the frozen lake nearby. He wonders who that person was, and how he forgot about them if they were so close.

Once they arrived to the frozen lake, Childe couldn’t help but stare at the scenery for a moment. It was as if he was stunned for a moment from the aching sensation that he deeply felt in his chest.

It was the same lake that he’d visited in his entire life, yet for some reason…

Why is it so cold?

✦ this is kind of bad.. idk how to feel about this

✦ I didn’t want to write this because I hate angst + my sweet boy, but if I suffer I’m dragging everyone else with me

✦ would rather praise and worship him instead ngl

✦ there’s gonna be an extended version of this if I don’t get lazy soon so look out for that

✦ Yes, there’s ivantill reference there

[by-saiyuri]

it's been four years

(I hope we can at least get a reconciliation duel, but I wouldn't get my hopes too far up)

[strxnged]

Sometimes, your favourite thing about the Eleventh Harbinger was his childlike attitude. His strange tendency for joy. His fascination with the world and zeal for battle. His juvenile front. On days like today, however, you hated him for it. You hated him for storming off after an argument, and you hated him for how you knew he’d never be the one to come back and apologize. It would be your job to be the bigger person, as always.

Or so you’d thought. Before you’d finished your own sulking, a knock came on your door. A tear-stained face clustered in windswept ginger hair exclaimed apology after apology to you. You thought you ought to recognize this man, but he was not the Childe you knew. This was the Childe who loved you. 

[lovesickeros]

obligatory childe post ft 4.2 archon quest spoilers and also my incomprehensible ramblings (read at your own discretion)

fontaine left me with a Lot of thoughts about childe even if his screen time was kinda pitiful

it's been opening up a lot of implications for childe's potentional importance to the greater, overall plot of the story though and its driving me up a WALL but more importantly it's made me pick apart his character

which brings me to Fontaine actually being PERFECT for him to have featured in, actually. because the whole damn nation is a theater, a stage for its archon. Hydro has never fit him better because the parallels of focalors/furina to ajax/tartaglia aren't exact but it's pretty damn close. a separation of the "other" (divine in case of focalors, whatever is wrong w childe in his case) and human.

I just think a lot about how Tartaglia is only ever Ajax with family. you really don't see his old name anywhere, he's pretty openly adopted Tartaglia (kinda childe too) as his name literally in every other circumstance. which you can chalk up to just like. well, he's usually on fatui business, of course he'd use his fatui name, but. even with traveler, it's childe.

so. you know. makes me wonder if as far as he's concerned, Ajax is dead. "Ajax" died when he fell down that crack in the ground and something else crawled back out.

which makes me wonder how he'd feel about the Creator calling him Ajax.

conflicted, probably. because you know him well enough to know his old name..but he's not Ajax anymore, is he? he's not the child with a sword in hand trying to play adventurer, he's a Harbinger. he's Childe, he's Tartaglia.

conflicted because he has doubts, even if he'd never voice them, that maybe you like "Ajax" more then Childe.

[dkniade]

It’s wild when an account with a bigger following than I reblogs one of my posts with a comment because now I’m watching the replies/reblogs/tags on my “Childe can turn into water and fly” post like it’s some play unfolding, like a bunch of characters get into a scene and start discussing the validity of some legend.

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“I always assumed that's what he does when overdosed on whatever divine authority of permission provide.”

“#as in he can't do that normally #only when hooked to a battery #it would be insane otherwise #a guy who can just turn into water droplets and fly away #although maybe he is just *that* insanely powerful and downplays it”

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“I thought it was probably just a regular power of his, but figured Childe probably just doesn't use it much since it's an ability that seems mostly exist to help with retreating.”

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“It would help sooo much with badass entrances too.”

“#and messing with people #imagine taunting someone just flying around them as a ball of water”

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“#its what he does when he's bored #just screweing with people #many treasure hoarders in liyue thought there was a water demon that was haunting them #its was him. childe #you thought it was an evil demon but it was me! childe!”

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“#childe's mona phase”

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Maybe this could be a legend… Some Liyue Treasure Hoarders spreading a legend of a water demon that haunts the sunny plains of Liyue, and it eventually gets so twisted that he’s thought to be an Adeptus until—

“No wait, I’ve heard that the demon appeared at the harbour around the same time that Osial was released a few years ago.”

“……..He must be Osial’s child.”

“Apparently a ginger appeared after a sighting and he seemed human. But Adepti can often can take on a human form, right?”

“…”

“Maybe an Adeptus and Osial had-”

[dragonciphering]

watch childe accidentally become an owner of a dragon in natlan (or several)

[tklpilled]

saltines

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Childe stretches, glancing over at his opponent. It’s nothing but a regular spar; no Visions, no weapons, no weird Foul Legacy transformations. Simple hand-to-hand combat. Childe is strong, sure, but he finds he often relies on the elements or his weapons. It’s good training for him, he figures, because if he asked any other Harbingers he’s sure they’d kick his ass instantly. He knows he's strong, but he knows also that he's eleventh place out of ten. Sometimes he wonders if they only let him join out of pity; a bloodied and beaten down teenager itching for a fight he knew he couldn't win was surely a sad sight. He's fought the others before, on occasion. He knows they don't exactly like sparring with him, but Arlecchino and Scaramouche tend to jump at the opportunity to beat him up, so he's picked up plenty of moves from them.

“Hey!” calls Sinner, arms crossed, tapping their foot impatiently. “Are you ready?”

Childe nods, gives them a wave, and the fight begins.

Officially, it does, anyway. Neither of them make a move, giving Childe some time to think. He thinks about how the other Harbingers would open. Scaramouche would rush in, a crazed smirk upon his lips as he toys with the enemy. He knows from watching her train one of her favourites eldest that Arlecchino wouldn’t make the first move. Neither would Dottore, though he's more of an evader than an attacker. Columbina would leap forward, her steps so quick and soft that it's like she teleports behind her opponents. He hasn’t gotten the chance to see Capitano fight yet, but he gets the impression that he’d jump in and end the fight in an instant. All of them seem like fair options.

But he is Tartaglia, not anyone else, and none of those sound appealing to him.

He lunges forward instantly, ready to shove them to the ground, but he knows it won’t be that easy. They quickly evade him, moving to the side and rushing to get behind him. They grab for his arm, intending to yank him off-balance, but he spins around just in time and smacks their hand away. Sinner jumps back, holding their arms out defensively, and Childe can see their eyes scanning his every move.

See, Childe has plenty of experience with all sorts of weapons; swords, spears, he’s even fired a gun once or twice. Hand-to-hand combat isn’t his specialty, exactly, but that doesn’t mean he’s bad at it—far from it. Years of catching fish with his bare hands, sparring with his master, fending off horrifying Abyss creatures, it’s all taught him well. So, while it's not his best subject, he's confident he can win.

That is, until Sinner throws their fist into his stomach and sends him to the ground.

He cries out, eyes widening as he’s suddenly staring at the sky. He's shocked for a brief moment, not giving himself the time to breathe before he's back on his feet. He dodges their attempts at hitting him again, backing away. They don't follow him.

The two of them stare at each other for a few seconds, then they both move forward at the same time. They’re heading directly towards each other, but right before they crash, Childe jumps into the air and out of the way. Sinner skids to a halt, whipping their head around in time to dodge his next attack.

Sinner springs forward, fist outstretched, and Childe ducks just before they can make contact. Before they get away, though, he gives their leg a little kick to send them falling to the ground, then quickly grabs their arms and pins them behind their back.

They kick a little for a moment before slumping to the ground in defeat. “Ugh. You win.”

Childe stands up and offers a hand to them. “You did good. Thanks for helping.”

Fifteen minutes and a couple bottles of cold water later, Sinner rolls their shoulders, groaning. “That’s definitely gonna bruise.” They stretch their arms out in front of them, joints popping as they do so.

Childe winces, rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle. “Heh, sorry about that. Don’t think you’d have wanted me to go easy, though.”

“Of course not,” they say, stretching their arms. “That defeats the point of training, doesn’t it?”

He sets his water to the side, walking over to them. “Here, turn around.” He sits behind them, tentatively placing his hands on their back. He’s not sure which spots are sore and he doesn’t want to make anything worse. “I’ll give you a massage. I’m really good at it, y’know.”

Sinner nods, putting their water away as well. “Yeah, thanks.” They still sit up straight, letting him have better access, but their shoulders noticeably slump in relaxation.

Childe puts his hands on their shoulders, his thumbs pressing just above their shoulder blades. He’s being firm, but careful to not cause any more pain than they’re already in. He rubs his thumbs in a tiny circle, squeezing their shoulders a little as he does so.

He thinks back to doing this with his siblings. While they never sparred with him, he would still give them massages from time to time, the way his older brother did to him. Tonia would often beg for him to do it even if she wasn’t sore, and she’d fall asleep in the middle of it almost every time. Teucer would manage to stay awake, though Childe always noticed him holding back his yawns and the way his eyes would flutter closed. It’s how he got so good at it; plenty of practice on his younger siblings.

“Lay down,” he instructs Sinner, and they comply. They fold their arms under their head, laying down comfortably. Childe doesn’t want to climb atop them to get a better angle, but he doesn’t want to stand either, so he settles for sitting at their side.

His movements are muscle memory at this point, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he rubs his palms along their back to loosen Sinner’s muscles. He notices them getting a little tired, too, but decides not to mention it.

He focuses on their shoulders, mostly, knowing that their limbs are likely aching the most. He’s sure they would greatly benefit from a leg massage, too, but he doesn’t want to suddenly spring it upon them, so he sticks to their back. He takes some time to focus on their lower back, too, and he’s about to return to their shoulder area when he feels them spasm beneath his hand.

He blinks in surprise, pulling his hands away. “Ticklish?”

“No,” they reply, muffled from the way their face is pressed into the cushion.

Massages-turned-tickle fights aren’t something he’s a stranger to; because, again, siblings. Antony always liked to tease him with a pinch to his sides, and in turn he’d do it to his siblings as well. Tonia’s spine, he remembers, was always sensitive to light touches, and it made him laugh how desperate she was for his massages despite the fact.

The nostalgia is tugging at his big brother urges.

“No?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. He skitters a few fingers up their back and bites back a laugh at the way they squirm.

“Cut it out!” Sinner whines, reaching behind themself to swat at his hand. He can’t see their face, but from their tone, he can tell they’re smiling.

“Why?” Childe says, poking and prodding, moving his hand around faster than they can push him away. “You’re not ticklish, right? This is part of the experience.”

His siblings would, by now, be giggling their heads off (though he’s sure a big reason is simply the fact that little kids laugh at everything), but Sinner’s mouth stays firmly shut. Oh well. He can work with this.

“Come on,” he coos, shoving his hands under their arms, but rather than thoroughly tickle them, he slowly moves his fingers, just enough to tease.

They make a whining sound, their hands stuck between covering their face and protecting themself. Ultimately, the latter wins, and they press their arms firmly against their sides as though it will somehow force him away.

This doesn’t deter him, though, not at all. In fact, it only encourages him to keep going, more and more and more until a giggle finally slips out, and then another, and then the entire dam falls apart.

Childe bites back a laugh of his own. “You’re not laughing at me, are you? Don’t be rude.”

“Y-yohohou knohow what Ihi’m laughing ahahat!” Sinner cries, squirming so strongly that Childe almost thinks he’s going to be overpowered.

“Why?” he grins, and although they can’t see it, he knows it’s evident in his tone. “Am I tickling you? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish—”

“Shut uhuhup!” they squeal, and suddenly Childe is on the floor, staring up at Sinner’s red cheeks and messy hair as they look over at him from the couch.

He bursts out laughing. “Ha! Is that what it takes to make you stronger? If I’d tickled you during our spar, would you have—”

Sinner throws a pillow at him with a glare. “I s-said shut up!” Still, as angry as they’re trying to act, there’s an unmistakably genuine smile still etched on their face.

Childe lifts his hand, wiggles his fingers playfully. “Hey, careful, I know your weakness now! I’ll just tickle you again.”

He means it as a joke, but there’s something about the way their blush intensifies and their eyes widen that makes him curious. It’s not as though the reaction is abnormal or anything, not in the slightest. He just has a hunch.

“Do you…” he’s almost nervous to ask, “want me to tickle you?”

Sinner freezes, their hands midway to grabbing at another pillow as if to throw it at him again. “No! O-of course not, why would I want th-that?!”

Childe has gotten better at reading people over the years, and he can tell that, while their mouth says no, everything else screams at him, yes, please.

Liking tickling isn’t a new concept to him. He himself thinks it’s fun, so the idea of craving it isn’t such a far-fetched idea. He could tease them more; act like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, just walk away and return to daily life.

But Childe lives for the thrill, and where’s the fun in doing that?

He pounces again, his hands quickly finding the sides of their ribs despite their attempts to fight back.

“Ack, nohot thehehere—!” Sinner almost instantly begins to beg, but there’s an undeniable happiness to their laughter. They’re grinning even when he pulls his hands away to find somewhere else to tickle.

“Not here, huh?” Childe hums to himself, poking down their sides as he thinks aloud. “I don’t think that’s your worst spot, though, is it? Come on, don’t give up so early.”

They make a shaky sound of protest, almost like a squeak. It makes him laugh himself. He tests out their legs, squeezing their thigh right above the knee. They yelp, eyes widening as they kick their leg out and nearly hit him. He ducks, then grins.

“Now you’re trying to hit me?” He grabs at their ankle, pinning it in place while he focuses his attack on their knee. “Sore loser,” he teases. “If you want a rematch, just say so.”

“D-dihihie,” they threaten him, and he wouldn’t be intimidated anyway, but with the way they're giggling the whole way through, it’s less scary than a kitten.

Speaking of which.

He moves up, lightly scratching at their ears, and they freeze up. They’re stiff for a moment, but as he continues, they practically melt into his touch.

He chuckles. “You like that?”

Sinner mumbles something, still giggling but not nearly as intensely. It’s kind of cute.

“I’m g-gohonna kill you…” they grumble at him, sending him a tiny glare, but they still don’t move away from him.

Childe smiles at him. “Can’t wait.”

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hmmm,,, Foul Legacy that can go from big to small very easily,,, you find out when you're getting ready to leave for work one morning, Foul Legacy's pouting and hugging you, refusing to let go. it makes you smile as you gentle tell him that you need to go to work, but he just whines and tightens his grip around you, since he doesn't want you to go. it's so lonely in the house without you, so quiet and empty... please don't go! or at least... take me with you. Childe can't speak, but you can tell that's what he's saying, and you press a kiss to his cheek and apologize. both of you know how dangerous it would be, having him out in the open amidst the public- he'd stick out like a sore thumb. if you could hide him somehow, you'd gladly take him with. you miss him when you're away too, after all. Childe grumbles and goes still. he squeezes you momentarily and suddenly there's a POOF and a cloud of smoke which you wave away, realizing there's also now something in your lap. Foul Legacy purrs quietly from his position, now about the size of a small cat, looking up at you gleefully. he chirps in delight at your astonished expression, leaping onto your bag and burying himself between your daily supplies, only his head poking out. so you'll take him with you now, right?

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

This oneshot was originally posted on my second wattpad account and I wanna post them here instead because I know ppl will see them

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Morning After

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Genshin Impact one-shot

{kaeya & childe x fem!reader}

CW: suggestive themes {18+ minors dni}

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Y/n rolled over in the bed onto her stomach, her naked legs felt sore when she flinched slightly as she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, my love. How are you?" A voice said.

Y/n turned up to the person was next to her on the bed. Seeing tanned skin of a naked torso in her eye view, she squinted slightly since she just woke up. Y/n rubbed her face into the pillow than looked back at the person next to her and came to realize who it was.

'Wait! I know those abs!' She thought with widened eyes.

"Kaeya..." She muttered softly.

Kaeya chuckled, which made the young woman blush. I mean it always did ever since she met this man, his laugh was what made her fall for him in the first place but over time she loved everything.

"By the way, you were great last night, hon." Kaeya said making Y/n flush in embarrassment, kissing her cheek as well as slipping his hand under the covers to hold her waist.

"Shut up... you're so embarrassing." Y/n said, turning away from him.

Kaeya smirked. "And you're cute," She felt his hand slip to her ass, giving it a tight squeezing it. "Feel like another round?"

"Hell no and hey watch those hands or you'll have a hook to match that eyepatch, mister." Y/n said.

"Wow, ice cold, milady." Kaeya said.

Y/n sighed. Sometimes with Kaeya's nature it makes her forget why she love this man but she remembered she does. Y/n turned over to lay on her back, removing Kaeya's hand as she did so.

Y/n looked over to the other side, she scowled seeing the other person in the bed with her and her boyfriend, Kaeya.

"Childe? I'd thought you'd be at work by now." She said to ginger-haired male.

"Sorry to disappoint you, girly." Childe said softly leaning back on a pillow.

"I'm not. It's just unexpected," Y/n said crawling over to his side of the bed and sat up to hug his arm. "I'm happy."

Childe being Y/n's other boyfriend was an accident, it was mostly Kaeya's fault. Childe was a friend of Kaeya's that's how the two of them meet. Childe fell for Y/n and Kaeya noticed this which he brought up the thought of a poly relationship which Childe agreed with as well as both Y/n and Kaeya so that's how the three got together.

Childe and Kaeya's relationship started of pretty rocky because of jealousy until they were alone together in the house they shared with Y/n and had sex together so this is how it's been for almost a year. Y/n, her boyfriend, Kaeya and his boyfriend, Childe who is also Y/n's boyfriend. Basic stuff here

Childe smiled hearing Y/n's comment, kissing her forehead. "Good, I'm glad," He said. "That Kaeya can't have you all to himself." Childe said with a playful glare towards Kaeya.

"Oh. Is that so?" Kaeya asked smirking at Childe crawling over towards the two, wrapping his arm around your waist again.

"U-Um, guys I thought you two were over this whole jealousy things." Y/n said feeling squished by her two partners.

"Oops, sorry love. Old habits die hard, right babe?" Kaeya said smirking at Childe.

"Yeah." Childe said, leaning in and kissed Kaeya on the lips.

"Hello, you both are squishing me!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Sorry, N/n." Childe said pulling away from both her and Kaeya getting up from the bed.

"Aww, you're leaving!" Y/n whined a bit.

Childe laughed a bit as he pulled on some boxers. "Sorry, but you know I have too." He said.

"Whatever, they overwork you sometimes and sometimes you never come home until 3 days later." Y/n said getting up from the bed to hug him from behind, press her chest against his bare back

"I know but it's part of my job. I'm sorry, N/n." He said.

"Fine, can I at least join you in the shower?" Y/n asked.

Childe smirked. "Sure." Turning around in Y/n's arms to kiss her on the lips. She giggled as she and Childe rushed to the bathroom.

"Kaeya join us!" Y/n yelled.

Kaeya smirked getting up from the bed to join them in the bathroom. "Okay, just no funny business." He said.

"Says you." Y/n said.

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere Genshin men

Content warning: kidnapping, drugging, lots and LOTS OF MANIPULATION, lots of mentions of murder including of reader in some cases. Also this is a yandere post ofc shits disturbing please proceed with caution

Characters included: Scaramouche, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato

Kaeya: Manipuulator

Lets be honest Kaeya wouldn’t be the typical kidnapper and basement yandere unless it was REALLY the ONLY option. But any freedom he gives you is pretty much a illusion. He’s a charming man, he’ll find a way to sweep someone like you off your feet and wrapped around his finger. He’ll always try to come off as the most capable and smart between you two. He won’t demand you stop seeing a male friend he doesn’t like. He’ll find some way to get said friend to slip up or fall out of your good graces. Framing, blackmail, whatever. Last on the list is murder. Which of course he’d get away with. He’d plant seeds into your head that as a captain its his duty to protect, he knows this game so you could at least listen to him. Celestia could not save you if you were a anxious or shy type. He’d play into your fears to the point you would willingly stay home all day with no need for chains or shackles. He has no need to immediately dive into extreme actions but he has nothing really stopping him from doing so completely. If someone poses a threat to his charade, they will be cut down. They won’t get the chance to utter a word.

Scaramouche: Scared

He actually does love you. If he can love at all that is. He however has never experienced a healthy permanent love. He’s certain you’ll leave one day. He doesn’t like hurting you. He likes controlling you. Because surely then he could keep you from leaving right? If you ever do want to leave you’ll have to fake your death if you really want to. And even so could bear hearing his cries. He’s not that much of a crier but he had foolishly hoped he could keep you at least that. He was a fool to think love could give him the heart he seeked. Never let him find you again after this. Because he will probably just kill you. After the fake out he come to the conclusion his love was s waste of energy he will be more eager to rid himself of his obsession than he will be to keep you alive. So if you stay instead you’ll have to drag him to some therapy.

Childe: Hunter

Oh boy. Arguably the worst so far. He’ll drag you to a cabin in His wintery hell homeland and let you experience the cold with nothing to aid you. Only to swoop in to save the day before you can die. So you’ll know to leave his home is death guaranteed. He’ll put you through hell til it feels like heaven. You’ll learn to crave his affection doting side. The caring husband. You’ll learn to cling to him. You won’t have a choice. If he has to he’ll drug you. Some kind of love potion perhaps? Whatever it takes. He however does want to love you. He does want nothing more than to just let you be a stay at home partner waiting on him to visit. Guarded by fatui soldiers with hearts as cold as a blizzard. To come home to you and a couple kiddos. He’ll be a loving father to them and you. He just has to… break you in a little before he can safely believe in you.

Diluc: Protector

Well at least you won’t be totally alone. Or totally trapped. You’ll be watched by the maids and locked in the mansion you’ll be allowed to go outside only when he’s there. With his hand tight around your waist, having already cleared any camps of monsters or treasure hoarders miles away. He’ll do everything to make you feel more comfortable here. He can’t afford to lose you. And really he does have a point when he says the world isn’t safe for you now. You’re the lover of Diluc, enemy of the Abyss Order and the Fatui. There is no way they wouldn’t take advantage of you. There is no way they wouldn’t snatch you away within a instant. He could never live with himself if he let that be the case. You’ll never be bored if you’re good. He’ll get you art supplies if you wish, any books that you would like. Even pets if you would like. Perhaps if he was really really in a good mood he may just maybe take you into town. Probably on a more proper date. He’d be easy to trick at least. You need only to kiss him on the cheek or perk up whenever he enters the room, to curl yourself into his body at night, hold his face gently and lovingly and he’ll become pure putty in your grasp. Its really just Adeline you gotta watch for she’s not blinded by the desperation for affection that Diluc is. You will have to put on quite the show to convince her too. And even if you did find a way to escape, you might find Diluc was right when he said the world isn’t safe for you anymore. What organization wouldn’t be able to capture a mere mortal to use as a bargaining chip for their most hated enemy. So maybe, you really should stay.

Kamisato Ayato: Spoiled

Ayato is a prized bachelor of high society. He could have anyone with a mere point of his finger. No family would resist him. No parent would deny him. So why do you? Why do you insist on playing hard to get when he’s already got you by your ball and chain? Truly you must be blind or damaged if you think being with him is so bad. He no doubt has you observed 24/7. Eventually one day a masked man tries to attack you and who should come to your aid but the very man who holds you hostage. He’ll hold you while you tremble muttering nonsense as he whispers sweet reassurances into your ears. Every moment without him seems to be terrifying all of the sudden. You’re left alone most of the time as you refuse to be obedient and suddenly you find you’ve become insanely paranoid to the point you start begging and pleading for ayato to come. Anyone will do you just can’t be alone. You become so needy for his affection never noticing your daily drink of water in the morning is a tad bit salty. He’d definitely drug you but more or less to get you to associate him with comfort and safety so that you’ll come to love him. But if he has to keep drugging your water then that’s fine too. Whatever he wants he gets and he will have you.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

★彡 sinning in the house of god.

synopsis: as a sister of the church, you were always expected to find yourself through god. perhaps God isn't who you expected to be. perhaps 'God' is the feelings and pleasure between you and the priest.

contains: fem/afab reader, spoilers for childe's real name, priest!childe, religious themes, sacrilege

when careening the halls of the cathedral, your mind often wandered. sometimes to subjects as simple as how to better help the poorest of the town and sometimes to more difficult subjects such as your faith. it was not as though you found yourself faltering in your beliefs, no, it was quite the opposite. your whole soul and being was displayed solely for the God you so deeply revered. your creation was a gift from him and thus you'd spend every second of your day repaying him for the chance you were blessed with. yet, you couldn't help but dissect yourself down to your bones like a ravenous vulture picking at the corpse of the deceased. were you doing this right? was there a better path for you out there? all of the other sisters seemed to have it figured out with the way they gravitated to head certain projects or sections of the clergy but you never quite found your 'place' per-say. you'd be told that this was in fact your duty. jack of all trades. though satisfaction and holiness never quite permeated your being as it did with the others. you prayed at all hours, could recite hundreds passages without a flaw, cooked, cleaned and caretook to perfection; nothing seemed to be missing from you but the hole you could feel was never filled. at times of such violent inner turmoil the other sisters would either go to pray or go to the high priest for advice. words spoken between you and Father Ajax were few and far inbetween. never had you felt any real reason to seek the man out to speak so there simply was never opportunity or need to talk with him. however, today you felt a tugging at your heart that told you to find him. you needed to see him. you needed his thoughts.

this conclusion being drawn is what led you to make your way to his office space. stained glass windows lined the building and covered the floor up to his study in patterns of colourful terrazzo. the stairwell you were currently walking up was ominous in a way with the cold grey stone of the steps and the natural light seeping through aforementioned windows as the only source of brightness. you'd never been up this way and briefly wondered if a new investment in candle holders for the walls was needed; how he would get up there in the dark was a mystery to you. regardless, you raised your hand and hesitated over knocking. the grand chestnut door before you was intimidating. the height of the door was double your own and the ornate handle must be worth more than several of your organs combined. even the space up to his study was made to host a man of his status. what it would be like inside left you curious and ultimately spurred your knuckles back into action. your knocks were soft and short but if the shuffling you heard from inside meant anything than he must've heard the meek sound. the sharp tapping of shoes against hard floor came quickly before the door was opened and you were greeted by the warm and welcoming face of Father Ajax. his smile was kind and his head dipped to nod politely.

"i hadn't been expecting any guests today. what brings you to me, little dove?" with a voice so saccharine sweet you could understand why so many longed to hear even a few syllables from his mouth. he could hold the attention of many not just as audience members but also personally with such a lovely tone. he sounded light and yet as if he knew things beyond what even this world held. perhaps he'd visited countless galaxies before only to arrive here for his destiny. perhaps Father Ajax was merely one iteration of the all-knowing man in front of you. you had to shake your head to rid yourself of such preposterous thoughts. he was simply a man of true faith of course. nothing beyond that. "would you perhaps like to come in? you seem to be struggling with something. i am not our God but i live to serve in his glorious honour. please allow me to help, little dove." the nickname began to stick out to you. was he always this keen on endearments? no man of his status seemed to be fond of such... frivolities. yet, you nodded and entered the room after he moved to hold the door open for you.

the room wasn't as magical as you'd let your imagination picture but somehow that made it even more special. he had countless book shelves full of various texts and scripts in languages you didn't even recognize. it help a couch that looked as if it had been slept on a few times too many based on the Father Ajax shaped impression. his desk was littered with papers and even more books you couldn't decipher the meanings of; smart people things, you guessed. the door clicked shut behind you and he invited you to sit. not in the chair across from his own at the desk but on the couch. "i prefer creating a more comfortable environment for those who seek my guidance. would you like and tea to ease your mind?" the offer was kind but you declined. such a thing would only serve to further distract you from the issue at hand. seating yourself to his right you let out a soft sigh before side-eying him only to find he'd already been gazing at you with brows slightly knitted. "whats on your mind, sweet one?" for the nth time that day, you hesitated. what would he think of such worries? would he condemn you from the church? would he laugh at you? he seemed to pick up on every thought that crossed your mind, "please, don't be afraid of saying anything to me. i'm here to help," he gave your knee a reassuring squeeze. with that, you finally let it all out. your thoughts of failure, declining faith, emptiness, lack of place, and more. you rambled for far longer than intended but not once did Father Ajax interrupt. he simply let you continue on and on about everything that had been crossing your mind and disrupting your life. patience and listening skills seemed to come with the position of 'Head Priest' which he so humbly flushed every time he heard it spoken in reference to himself. your hands were folded neatly together but squeezing one another together tightly and the rest of your muscles felt and appeared tight. when your rant ended with a short huff, Father Ajax gently unwound your hands and began pressing and rubbing at the muscles from your wrists up to your shoulders.

"you certainly have quite the imagination," his chuckle could've cured any disease, you were sure of it. "little dove, you mustn't worry about such things. our God has plans set out for you and as such, i'm glad you came to me. our fates are intertwined, can't you feel it?" he guided your hand to his face to which he gently placed a kiss on the back of. his words were confusing, to say the least. "ah... i see you're not following. no matter, perhaps a more physical demonstration is needed. stand with me," he rose to his feet and took you up with him as well before bringing you over to a mirror propped into the corner of the room; presumably used by him before sermons. Father Ajax stood behind you and brought one hand up to cradle your cheek while the other landed on your hip. "look at us together, doesn't this look right to you? i had long knew you were the one to be by my side. you have no idea quite how patient i've been waiting to show just how we're meant to be with each other," his head dropped and agled to where he'd be speaking directly into your ear, "don't you think this is truly divine, little dove?" maybe your muddled mine couldn’t think anymore as all you could do was nod. surely Father Ajax knows better than you, how could he not? you couldn’t see what he meant but his word was law considering you couldn’t think for yourself anymore. he could certainly see that you didn’t believe what was coming out of your mouth but was pleased with your mild response regardless. with a satisfied hum, he directed you to sit on the floor with him between his legs. hands gentle as always, he pulled your legs up till they were sufficiently bent and tucked your skirt up to your waist. the position was… compromising to say the least but with the way he kissed your cheek and rubbed circles on your thighs you couldn’t find yourself willing to care. this felt nice. he felt nice.

“so pretty, my angel. you trust me, yes? so why not let me reinstate your faith. perhaps not in God but in me,” his warm hands travelled to pull your panties off and spread your already glistening folds. the sight was truly one he’d remember forever. “look at us, look at you… your body already knows how this is what’s meant to be. do not fret, little dove, i’ll make it all better. i promise.” with one hand he kept your pussy spread as the other moved to barely ghost over your clit. the gasp you let out seemed to please him. Father Ajax leaned just a bit further over your shoulder to spit directly down onto your pussy and add to the already increasing mess. he hummed in delight at the way your cute pearl twitched in response to his actions. the thumb of his hand finally placed some actual pressure onto your aching bud and had you letting out the most debauched moan. seemingly shocked by the noise, his brows arched slightly before he began pressing soft and slow circles over the bundle of nerves to hopefully pull more noises out of you. this strategy seemed to work as in no time you were panting, bucking up into his hands, and whimpering with desperation. his touch was nothing short of heavenly but you needed more. that hole of emptiness still wasn’t filled but perhaps you could make do with your cunt. so you begged.

“Father Ajax, please… this is an incredible feeling but it’s not enough and i’m shameful to ask but please… i need more,” you cut yourself off with a soft sob, “i need you. desperately.” he clicked his tongue softly in response and said something about greed that you didn’t quite catch but regardless he moved to gently push you onto your knees and elbows after stripping you bare. your own reflection was staring straight back at you. she was a girl flushed across her body, damp with sweat, and begging for the cock of a priest. above and behind her was Father Ajax. a lean man adorning what should be the most holy of clothing but it didn’t mean anything as it was stripped and thrown onto the floor alongside your own. if any of the many artists and carvers saw the man caressing your form they’d be falling over themselves to grab their paints and easel or clay and tools. he was the closest to any God you’d ever seen and he was pumping his cock before your dripping cunt. he let the tip draw up through your slit a few times and smiled at the sight of you panting and wiggling your hips in a pathetic attempt to pull him in. the room was in his control, however, but he was merciful enough to begin pushing in slowly.

he was certainly a stretch to take for anyone let alone a virgin as pure as snow. Father Ajax ran a hand over your back soothingly in effort to have you loosen up and take him easy but this, his dick, was no small task. every curve and bump sent electricity running up your spine as if you were made of nothing but live wires. you drooled on the floor in a manner that would have the most dedicated of the clergy sneering and throwing you out the door but he wouldn’t. he was here to take care of you and all of your worries. his cock continued to ease into through thoughts of how he couldn’t possibly be any bigger and yet he still was. when he finally bottomed out you felt full. you felt whole. ‘maybe,’ you pondered, ‘this is what he spoke of.’ and it truly was. you were meant to be here, below him, taking him in full. he gradually pulled his hips back with a sharp inhale before snapping them back in and making harsh contact with all of your sweet spots and straight to your cervix. the action had you seeing stars and gushing slick further onto his cock.

“do you perhaps like such rough treatment? i suppose there’s no harm in indulging you…” and with that he set a hard and fast pace of ramming his dick in and out of you. every noise, every moan, every cry was music to his ears. why would he ever listen to any choir or organ again when he could fuck you full and listen to what was the most beautiful cacophony of sex and desire. it was filthy and he loved it. the God that decided such affairs as premarital sex were sinful must have never experienced it himself for this was the most otherworldly experience you’d ever felt. Father Ajax knew your body better than you with he way he fucked you so earnestly. with a hand still holding your hip tight the other dropped to run harsh motions over your clit once more. had you been in a less lucid state you would’ve recognized the crosses he drew over the spot so lovingly. the man bathed in the cries you let out and the desperate pleas for him to keep going. he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. with precision he displayed you were coming undone around his cock before you knew it. gushing and crying your eyes rolled back at the sensation. it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. it was a warmth spreading through every limb and permeating your muscles. it was the ache being satiated, the hole being filled. this was exactly where you were supposed to be; being fucked full by the priest.

it didn’t take much more than the first few squeezes of your walls around him for Father Ajax to be creaming your cunt full. unintentionally, you were milking the man dry and he savoured every second. stuffing, filling, and completing you was everything he needed. he pulled out slowly and admired the way his seed ran down the abused lips of your pussy and dripped onto the floor. through the mirror he could see your glazed eyes and drunk smile. he couldn’t help but smile back before placing a kiss to each of your ass cheeks and gathering you into his arms. still before the mirror he spoke, “do you feel fulfilled now, little dove? God brought you to me and it is my duty to care for you. it is my duty to fill and any all holes within you. was this satisfying? we try again later if you do not feel better.” but there was no need.

“this was beyond my expectations. thank you, Ajax. may i call you that?” the kiss to your lips was the only answer you needed.

[kissesforsatoru]

hiya! for your yandere alphabet, can i ask for exposed, vice, xoanon with childe & thoma separately? if you don't wanna do both, can you do thoma?

thank you sm, hope you have a good day !! ^O^

SUMMARY. exposed, vice, and xoanon from the yan alphabet

WARNINGS. general yandere themes, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, manipulation

CHILDE

exposed ; how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he’s not too vulnerable to the point that you can exploit it, but enough so that he can manipulate. like, if you refuse him for so long, he’ll break down and spill all of his feelings to you about how much he love you, and that all he asks is for your love back. or if you do something to disappoint him, he’ll make you feel bad by bringing up how much he does for you—and it works because he literally does everything for you. it’s super guilt trippy and manipulative.

sometimes, it won’t be like that and his vulnerability will be genuine. like when he talks about his family or past. but it’s not common until he trusts you enough.

vice ; what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

his siblings, because of how much they mean to him. you can try to guilt trip him into letting you go by saying how much his siblings would hate him for the things he’s done to you, but that might not work. if he’s delusional enough, he might genuinely believe that what he’s doing isn’t wrong, and he’ll be convinced his siblings would agree. it really depends on how far gone he is mentally.

you might be able to exploit his harbinger status, and escape while he’s away on fatui business. that’ll take months, or even years of building his trust enough to leave you home alone, and even longer to convince him you don’t need to be locked up or tied down. and you only get one chance at running away l, because if he catches you, he’ll never trust you enough to let you out of his sight ever again.

xoanon ; how much would they revere or worship their darling?

it’s almost overwhelming how much he adores you. he does everything for you—kiss you, hold you, take care of you, and he does it all with the utmost care because you deserve the absolute best. you won’t ever get the chance to doubt his love for you, because he tells you literally any chance he gets. even if he’s in a bad mood or you’re getting punished, he’ll still tell you how precious you are to him. if he hadn’t kidnapped you and forced the relationship on you, he’s be the perfect lover.

THOMA

exposed ; how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

i think thoma is one of the more vulnerable yanderes, just because of how genuine he is with everything. he tries to make his relationship with you as normal as possible, and that means he has to be honest with you about everything. sometimes he can be manipulative about it, to play the victim in an argument or something, but its not excessive and it’s not in the same way that childe does it.

vice ; what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

i think one of the reasons why thoma is such a scary yandere is because you really don’t have anything to use against him. he’s already come to terms with the loss of his family, and the kamisato siblings aren’t people you can use either. thoma doesn’t have very many weaknesses except for you, so unless you do something to yourself, then you can’t use anything against him to escape.

xoanon ; how much would they revere or worship their darling?

he’s very much like childe, where he adores everything about you. he loves you so, so much, and he wants you to be aware of that no matter what. also like childe, he practically smothers you with kisses and cuddles and sweet words that make you get all flustered. sometimes it makes you feel guilty that you don’t want to be with him, and you truly question if you should hate him or not because of how much he worships you.

[deci-doodles]

My designs for Childe’s older siblings (that I’ve finally managed to revisit after *checks notes* two years)

They all used to be super close (they’re the closest in age to each other after all), but then, well, abyss shenanigans happened, Ajax came back violent, he got sent to the Fatui, everyone was traumatised, etc.

Names can be found in the alt text, character intro notes below the cut

Tesey (Тесей Сергійович Нещадименко):

The eldest child, currently working as a textiles merchant, so he’s often overseas as a result (or at least, it’s the excuse he uses to be away from Morepesok). His feelings on Ajax are greatly conflicting and whilst he does feel a level of resentment to him he does ultimately still love him and misses what they used to have. His avoidance of Morepesok and his brother is out of guilt for his perceived failure as the eldest when Ajax disappeared, reappeared and the havoc and grief that ensued was something that was out of his control. He knows what he wants (to go back home, to reconcile with his brother, to better himself) and is trying to work on himself, but he has a tendency to resort to more self destructive means to cope (isolating himself, smoking, can come off as cold and rude when he’s off the clock).

He was in Liyue during the archon quest (tfw your baby brother tried to drown a nation) and ended up going to Sumeru for some time. But after receiving word back home of Ajax’s injuries following the Fontaine fiasco, he immediately started packing his bags and booked a ticket back to Morepesok…

Kirena (Кірена Сергіївна Нещадименко):

Second eldest child, currently doing her medical residency in Morepesok under the local doctor. A pretty no-nonsense individual who’s desperately trying to keep things together under her stoic image. She’s probably the most well adjusted out of the three since she’s come to terms with her feelings but she’s ultimately extremely upset with how everything turned out and felt the need to step up back home ever since Tesey left.

She’s the only sibling who’s still actively in communication with all the others so she knows that her brothers want to be better and she loves them dearly, but dammit if it isn’t driving her up the wall over how they keep dancing around their issues instead. And now that Ajax and everyone else is finally back home, it only really exacerbates that irritation as she tries so hard to keep everyone together and get them to finally talk for once, if not for her sake them for the rest of the family.

Illya (Ілля Сергійович Нещадименко):

Third eldest child, a hunter who’s also still in Morepesok. He’s quite jovial, extroverted and friendly to those he meets and is more than happy to bust out his domra (doesn’t mean you can just escape his gaze though), but it’s fairly obvious how his mood changes when Ajax is involved.

He doesn’t like to admit it because it makes him feel incredibly guilty, but he’s scared of Ajax ever since that final near-fatal brawl which landed him in the Fatui (Illya had tried to intervene as things got out of control, to protect Ajax and to protect people from him, only to be injured himself and knocked out cold with scars remaining to this day). Now that Ajax is back home, injured, he fees he can’t avoid him anymore and has to confront his issues (if only it were easier said than done).

As for his profession… he’s always had a desire to protect the people he cares about, so he intentionally goes after dangerous animals with his group. Maybe it’s a subconscious response to what happened that day, but he can be patient, and if he finds someone who’s a potential threat to Morepesok, he’s more than happy to play the waiting game.