#childe

[morose-melodies]

i need dottore,tartaglia,pantalone and capitano(those were in my mind for a while and its killing me) with a reader who always tries to escape.using different tactics each time but always ends up failing.and one day,the reader hads enough and snaps "if you didnt take away and acted like a normal person from the start,i could have loved you"

İf you dont want to or dont feel like writing,thats ok👍

failing attempts | various! yandere! harbingers x reader

CAPITANO

this was escape attempt five.

you truly were optimistic, but capitano wouldn't let you leave him so easily.

your escape attempts seemed to be getting more and more desperate and, therefore, more dangerous to you.

you had attempted to jump out of a window the night before, just as he was arriving home from a mission. the sheer terror he felt as he watched you lean out of the second-floor window was insurmountable.

now, not only was the front door locked shut from the outside, but the windows were now barricaded too. you were a danger to yourself.

and all capitano ever wanted was for you to be safe and with him. was that too much to ask for? was that so terribly wrong of him?

the captain didn't want to take extreme measures to keep you home; he didn't want to lock you in a room, nor did he want to tie you down. he wasn't the sort. He just wanted you to stay without any excessive force.

but you were pushing him into a corner.

this morning, you had darted out of the backdoor, still in your pajamas and without shoes, into the cold.

you didn't make it far at all. you had barely made it over the garden fence, and you were stumbling now.

the captain... sighed as he followed after you. it wasn't an extreme chase; you hadn't even tried to fight back as usual when he caught you; you just stumbled on about something incomprehensible as he wrapped you up into his coat and lifted you into his arms.

"that was terribly immature of you," looking down at you, the captain felt sorry for you, "I would like it if you would stay home but if you plan on leaving, please do wear proper clothing next time. i can not bear the thought of you dying out in the cold."

"if you didn't take me away," at this point, perhaps death was better than being stuck with him, "and if you acted like a normal person," but, you wanted to go home - you wanted to be with your family, "I could've loved you."

capitano's mind blanked. he had given you a chance to come with him freely; he had been kind to you, so were you not lying?

it didn't matter now, did it? "(y/n), you do understand you've caused all this trouble, correct? should you have been a bit more understanding, you wouldn't be in this situation. i love you. Is that not obvious? i only want to see you thrive and to be happy."

he was at the point of no return; he could only go backward from here.

DOTTORE

to take time out of dottore's day, to make him leave the manor to come find you for what seemed like the millionth time - he was admittedly quite frustrated with you.

he found you hanging from the gate, your coat caught on the spike of it.

he grinned - this was a funny sight, but, at the same time, it wasn't funny at all. he was actually very disappointed in you.

dottore approached the gate, standing behind you, "tell me just how long have you been hanging here for?"

your nose was running, and you looked absolutely defeated. when you don't reply, dottore clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "Would your life not be simpler if you just accepted your situation? This is such a pitiful sight, (y/n)."

dottore unlocked the gate and walked outside of him, and he helped you down and brushed off the snow that piled on your coat.

"let's go, (y/n)," dottore grabbed your forearm and prepared to pull you back towards the manor, "I've had enough of your antics - perhaps a night or two in the basement would do you well."

"no-" you tugged back, attempting to free your arm from his grip, "stop it! you make me s-so sick! just let me go!"

"(y/n), please. you've done nothing be give me grief," dottore sighed, tugging you along with him, "I don't understand why you feel that being stubborn will get you anywhere."

"you... don't understand?" you grumbled, digging your feet into the snow, trying to pull your weight, trying to stop dottore from getting you back inside, "you're kidding me! i hate you! You're disgusting and unlovable!"

"(y/n), lower your voice - I'm exhausted and you're giving me a migraine," dottore sighed, stopping and getting a better hold on your arm before tugging you along once more.

"if you have yet to notice, I'm quite content with just having you near. i don't exactly need your love to make me feel any better than i do now. hm, that's the sort of effect you have on me."

you went quiet and dottore assumed you had worn yourself out. he brought you inside and sat you down in front of the fireplace, his hand rubbing circles on your shoulder.

"I could've loved you... maybe if you hadn't taken me away..." you trailed off, holding your hands in front of the fire. Why did he continue to act as if he cared for you? "maybe, um, if you were normal, I could've loved you."

dottore smiled at you, though you couldn't see it, "whether you love me or not is trivial - i have you, (y/n), and that's what I need. you, (y/n), you're all I need."

PANTALONE

pantalone was above getting dirty.

it was nothing personal. he'd do just about anything else for you! he just couldn't imagine himself running around late at night trying to find you.

what was the point when he had other fatuus to do such things for him? they have yet to fail him.

so, while you were out, trying to leave pantalone as multiple fatuus' chased after you, pantalone was running you a warm bath and set a pair of clean clothes out for you.

he knew you'd come back filthy. You always did.

he wondered what he could do to keep you home. He wasn't one for forceful methods; he would hate to hurt you. you were his pride and joy.

pantalone would sigh deeply, dipping his hand into the bathwater to make sure it was still warm.

you never wanted anything from pantalone... well, except for that one time, you asked for a can of soup, but then you used it to smash the bathroom window open and jumped out...

that didn't exactly count.

he heard the front door open and knew you were being dragged in now. the guards weren't gentlemen, quite the contrary, in truth.

you always looked so sad and defeated after the caught you.

"oh, (y/n)," pantalone held a hand to his chest as he stood from where he kneeled at the side of the tub, he stepped forward and wanted to embrace you but you were a mess, "you're a mess."

he frowned at you, as the guards released you and shut the bathroom door behind them as they left. "you must be cold, oh dear," his heart ached for you, such a pitiful sight you were.

you were so lucky that he loved you.

he attempted to remove your top, but you tensed, making it hard for him, "do-don't touch me."

"but you're filthy," pantalone reasoned, once again trying to remove your top but you wouldn't budge, "(y/n), I'm doing this because I love you so very much. please, don't make this hard."

"I don't-" you stepped back, shaking your head at him, "I don't want your help. g-get out, just leave."

pantalone's lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you, "what's the matter? i-i'm not mad at you, not at all. I understand that i must be lacking something-"

"get out! my gosh, wh-what's with you!? just leave!"

"(y/n)..."

"get out! get out! leave!"

"please, calm down. let me help you undress, alright? You're in a bad mood, i get it. That's no excuse to be rude to someone who loves you dearly," pantalone spoke to you as if he were your mother.

he reached forward and tugged off your shirt with extra force; it wasn't much force; it was just in case you were prepared to tense up again!

"there we go," pantalone cooed as he eased you into the warm bath. he washed your hair for you, making sure to scrub extra hard to get the muck out of your hair.

it was, in a way, soothing...

if only...

"if you hadn't... taken me away and, um," you sniffled, raising your hand to wipe at your nose, "if you were normal... i could've loved you."

instead of offending, that pleased pantalone. what he was hearing was 'you liked him for who he was' and there was nothing better than hearing that.

hm, if only he hadn't taken you away.

"that is the kindest thing you've ever said to me," pantalone smiled, "thank you, (y/n)."

CHILDE

it was a sort of game to childe at this point.

how many times could you attempt to escape this week? how many times would you curse him to hell? how many times would you glare at him today?

he had to find humor in it, or else, he'd lose his mind. after all, there was no easy way to cope with the love of his life hating his guts.

in truth, he had been a bit overbearing the past few days - there was a snowstorm outside and he couldn't allow you to be out in that sort of weather alone.

so, as he stared out the window, looking at the rapidly falling snow, all he could think about was if only something was different. perhaps if the two of you were childhood sweethearts, maybe if the two of you had met before he fell into the abyss, or maybe if the two of you were neighbors.

he, at one point, had gotten so desperate to keep you home that he bent to your will - anything you asked, he did. you never really asked much of him, though...

well, unless telling him to go away was a question.

he was so busy thinking of all the "what ifs" that he didn't notice you running past the window and into the snowy woods.

well, he did, but it just didn't click for him at the moment.

and when it did click? he was out the door, tugging his coat on, not even bothering to shut it behind himself.

"c'mon, (y/n), now is not the time for this!" he called out, watching as you ran around a tree and seemingly "disappeared."

he knew you too well. you expected him to run around the tree to look for you, but he wouldn't; he watched as you emerged from the other side of the tree and pulled you into his open arms.

you can't use the same trick twice on him.

he held you against his chest - he didn't mind that you were nudging at his chest, trying to get away from him. "c'mon, it's pretty cold out here. I'll make you tea when we get back inside."

"no! im not going back!" you nudged harder at his chest, trying to get out of his hold.

"I said we're going back in. we really need to talk ab-"

"there's nothing to talk about! you're not normal and i won't love you!"

he thought had heard it all from you, so, hearing this wasn't anything new, but, what was new was hearing you say:

"if you wanted me to love you, maybe you should've been normal," you paused, and childe's hold on you loosened, his arms going slack at his sides and he looked down at you, "if you didn't take me away... and maybe if you acted like a normal person from the start-"

once again, you paused and took a step back away from him. childe didn't want to hear what you were going to say, even as he imagined what you might say, his chest ached... he wouldn't be able to handle it, "(y/n), let's just go in, okay? i don't want to hear it from you."

"- i could've loved you."

oh, it hurt so badly.

childe tried so hard to be unbothered, so, why was he so hurt from hearing this? he loved you, and he's tried everything to make you understand just how much he loved you, and now you say that you'll never love him.

it hurt, of course, but he's come so far.

childe strongly believes that people can change, anyway. so, he'd keep trying his absolute hardest for you until you buckled and confessed that you loved him back.

but, in the meantime...

"you can still love me," he said, with a weak smile, "I've been good to you, (y/n) and I think I deserve some credit for being so patient, right?"

[doloresbutitsdolly]

Losing My Innocence

TW: no established relationship, up to no good antics, pining for each other, adult time 🙏

He's driving around, with you as his little passenger princess. He glances to you occasionally, admiring those tinted cheeks and lips of yours. You pretend to not notice; pretending to be busy singing to the songs on the radio. But part of you wished he did more; wish he'd put his hand on your thigh, maybe even hold your hand.

He gets a call from you in the middle of the night, asking if you could meet up and do something to distract you from your stressful life. He's outside within 20 minutes, wearing that jacket he usually does when it's cold outside and leaning against his car. He takes a look at your clothes, undressing you with those eyes of his that you find yourself staring into.

"Where are we going?" you asked as you slumped into the car seat.

"I don't know. We'll see, angel."

You pull up to a convenience store, one with shitty lighting. He gets out and buys two bottles of soda and gives one to you. You guess this is where you're hanging out now. You sip your drink, chewing on the straw as you watch him text on his phone. Surprisingly, he asks what's got you so stressed out. You hesitate, fearing he might be asking a rhetorical question. But when he looks at you with those eyes, you slowly let yourself open up.

You're in the back seat, losing what's left of your innocence with him. He's rough, he is a tough guy after all. But you can't help but melt when he gently pulls you closer, getting you more comfortable to lie flat on the seats than have your head pressing against the car door. It's times like these where you forget how stressful life is and how good it is to just, feel. You hated how draining life had to be, all you wanted was this- No, all you ever wanted was him. Him and his bitchy attitude. Him and his "do I look like I give a fuck". Him. His hair, his body, his voice. You wanted him. The question was if he wanted you.

As you're fixing you're ruined makeup he drags a finger across your lips, purposely messing it up. You swat his hand away, before angrily putting on another layer of lipstick. He chuckles as he leans back, watching you again. You couldn't help but feel giddy, it's like he's your lover. Oh, how you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You were almost desperate. But even if the feelings were mutual, life is full of shit and the consequences would have you drowning in even more problems.

You're home, now. His fingers tap against the wheel. You don't move, wondering how you can still drag the time.

"Something the matter?" he asks

Shit, does he know what you're doing? You shake your head.

"Ya' want another round?" he asked, smirking. You smack him, mumbling about being busy tomorrow and not having time to limp around. He grabs your wrists, yanking you to his face. Lips inches apart, you could feel his hot breath.

"No kiss goodbye? A bit mean, especially from a sweetheart like you." he whispered.

You pressed your lips onto his, cupping his face and pulling him close. He doesn't hesitate, not even for a moment. He runs his fingers through your hair, before settling on your face. You pull away, breathless now.

"Goodnight, angel. Call me if you need anything."

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Dolly's note: was listening to diet pepsi by Addison Rae and got inspired. Also because there's this person i really like but i shouldn't lmfao. Do yall relate to me or am i just cray cray?

[littlerichter]

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Character Designs from Flame Fusion Music and Art Festival

[mondaymelon]

choose . post options (and random ass q&a) utc !!

-> temporarily pinning this . old pinned !!

"ohhh melon why did you close asks ohhhh melon why arent u taking req" - you, maybe

i closed asks bc i got burnt out answering them !! sorry sorry i suck at interaction even online , they piled up so much i lost a lot of motivation in answering them but hopefully ill get through most of em .. at some point

if you really really need to talk to me like for some reason you genuinely will explode if u don't i do have a sideblog so. just scamper over to there idk

as for reqs... oh man they havent been open for a good half year.. the day will come if i either run out of ideas (which is. uhm probably not possible) , reach record heights of delusional , or simply feel like it . though keep in mind i do selective reqs!! ill only write the ones im interested in qq

"what about the events and series you never finished melon what of them are you abandoning your children" - you, perhaps

hahahahh uhm. im really bad w commitment. so yes, most likely. that one forgotten coffee shop au with kavetham that never even got its first chapter is never coming back.

names once whispered on the breeze (smau) hasn't been posted since like last year june .. i lost interest in the formatting since i gen like writing long posts more and also i did have a plan for the plot but it was shit and i lost interest. sorry for all the people who supported and loved the series but i couldn't reciprocate that same love. i am not paying child support either

500+ and halloween events... in the former didnt expect to get so many requests, and writing 3-ish took every ounce of soul in me. as for halloween, it was fun to write but since im a stupid little 瓜 i couldn't figure out how to end the series. 4 chpaters and a cliffhanger is all yall are getting :P

"melon how could you do this you big fat meanie i am going to boohoo and shit all over u" - you, to the slightest possibility

ok now why would you do that

thanks please vote mwah ilyall

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

guhh i need to snuggle with Foul Legacy in a quiet room surrounded by blankets and pillows, tucked in close against him. his claws are on your head, gently patting your hair and holding you protectively, trying to block out all of the bad things in life and the world. you're tired. so, so tired from everything. it's been overwhelming lately, your days hectic and nights heavy and sad. Legacy worries about you, gently whining and nudging your shoulders and helping you drink some water or tea. you're not sick, right? you don't seem to be coughing or short of breath. perhaps your brain is being cruel to you, telling you awful things. he knows the feeling.

so Foul Legacy cuddles around you carefully, running his talons delicately over your back. he's here for you, during these days when you're on the verge of shutting down. he'll chase away every nasty, horrible thought your mind conjures up against your will, even if it takes him an eternity, even if it never goes away completely because it might make it a little bit better, and that's more than nothing at all.

Legacy makes sure that you know that you will always, always be loved.

[whalemoo]

[douyinvids]

【Genshin Birthday Party】

Travelling through Teyvat

by 屑老板 @ a3021729287 (full credits at end of the video)

made for the 2024 Genshin Birthday Party, a local fan-run celebration akin to Hoyofair. also possibly a sequel to this

[morose-melodies]

a quiet place x yandere! childe

childe lay motionless in the snow - worn and exhausted from fighting, he would have never imagined being tired of the very thing he sought after day in and day out.

but, childe was exhausted and did not want to fight anymore - no, he wanted to go home with you, he wanted to take you back home and he wanted to take you ice fishing just as he promised you, he wanted to leave the fatui and grow a family with you.

he doubted it would come true - not after he told you to run and stuck behind to fight. he doubted you ran too far off, not when he was actively protecting you from these monsters. you wouldn't do that to him, right?

childe was physically weakened after activating his foul legacy repeatedly to fight these monsters - to keep them at bay while you ran.

and he would do it again but, archons, he was exhausted.

childe huffed, lifting his head from the snow - his face felt numb and he felt faint. he should get up; he had to find you, but he *did not want to*.

not when he could rest, not when he could sleep for a while-

childe slowly stood up, anyway. he couldn't leave you out here alone. he saw your footprints in the snow - you had run off towards the stream, of course you did.

so, he followed your footprints, albeit at a slow pace, he would reach you soon enough... unless those creatures had gotten to you first... unless you had *actually ran away... unless-

childe was running, his chest aching as he forced himself to move faster. *if you were dead he would never forgive hims-

there you were.

he stilled, and a small smile twitched onto his lips, "(y/n)," he lowered his voice - he did not want to alarm those creatures again, not while you were resting.

you have been losing your mind these past few days, ever since those monsters came crashing down on snezhnaya. childe had been struggling to keep you sane - he was struggling to stay sane himself.

sitting down beside you, childe sighed, "didn't you say you wanted to get out of snezhnaya?" those words got your attention and you nodded, "i did, yeah. um, i wanted to go to-"

"it doesn't matter where we go; we should just leave, right?"

"yeah, but-"

"we'll go to liyue, that'll be nice."

your shoulders slumped and childe scooted closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours, "you think these monsters are everywhere?"

"I don't know," you replied, looking down at your lap, as childe's oversized coat slipped off of your shoulder. childe tugged the coat back onto your before saying, "i wish we could, i don't know, stay right here - right here by the stream."

"hm? why, it's really cold-"

"yeah, i know that but i miss talking to you. it gets lonely not being able to talk..." trailing off, childe dropped his hand back to his side.

"mhm," you hummed, glancing over at childe and watching as a bead of sweat ran down his forehand, "you okay?"

"hm? yeah, I guess so," he replied, wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand, before standing up, holding his hand out for you to take, "let's go, (y/n), let's go to liyue."

[zhongchiandtartali]

THESE TOYS

[blood-orange-juice]

Rewatched Labyrinth Warriors to get a feel for how Childe interacts with friendly people and it just made me sad

Xinyan isn't that friendly to him, actually. She's polite but that's about it. She also calls him out rather bluntly when he seems to assume the worst about Shiki Taishou (he doesn't exactly assume, but he does voice it might happen) and so does Paimon And he doesn't say a single normal thing there. There's even a moment when the whole group collectively facepalms at one of his monologues

This guy canonically has no idea how to hold a conversation, it's not even a theory

[chlmonly]

I miss the 2.2 event

[harmorii]

these were for sth else but i never got around to finishing that vid so :(

[incorrectfatui]

Childe: My stomach growled super loud in French.  Childe: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.  Arlecchino: Bonjour.  Sandrone: Le growl.  Dottore: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Now i don't wanna flood your page with sagau melusine creator AU but i just need to get this off my chest

We were walking around somewhere near the shore when someone, who still wouldnt believe that were the real creator tried to hurt us until a water-like silhouette of human us jump in and beat them up before dissolving into water again

Legacy about to get ready to fight before staring at the sight in awe

*drops this and runs*

oh, this is a lovely way to incorporate the Creator's past human form!! i could make lore with this

Foul Legacy trills in surprise, watching the hydro visage fall back into the sea, astonished. the human he just saw, even when made of water, is both a stranger and achingly familiar. he shakes his head and catches your gaze- there's an almost longing look in your eyes, waving your little mitten halfheartedly goodbye. Legacy tilts his head with a worried croon, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge, right over one of the swirling, shimmering scars on your skin, and your antennae droop just a bit. that was you, just now. you before being hunted and slain, subjected to everyone's hatred. his wings flutter in distress at the sight of your downcast expression, carefully pulling you into a delicate hug once he gets the little nod of permission, the sigh he always always waits for to touch or hold you in any way

Childe understands. at the beginning, and even now at times, he felt the same way when using Foul Legacy's form. almost like he was merely watching his actions from the outside. but you can't go back to being human- not yet, anyway- and while you do love your Melusine self, you can't help but also be reminded of everything you lost, just because you wore your own face. Legacy croons to you, claws gently wrapped around your hands as he conjures up a tiny narwhal made of water, just for you. it flips and twirls in midair, floating around your head, and for a moment he sees your eyes shine with that signature sparkle again, drawing a soft, happy purr from the Abyssal monster

one day you'll be able to turn human again, he hopes. and until then and after, he'll protect you

[luc1enn]

G R A N D I O S E —> IV. blind date?

a genshin smau | childe x fem!reader

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