Tartaglia Angst - Tumblr Posts
pairing: childe x fem reader (it can be gender neutral if you ignore the use of she pronouns like once or twice! i can edit it to a gn or male version if wanted)
warnings: major character death, suicide, yandere themes, reader was kidnapped by childe, angst is the vibe #enjoy if u cry lmk <3
note: my blog contains adult/dark content. please do not interact if you are a minor.
word count: 1.7k (not fully edited because we die like real men)
when childe joins the tsarita at the front lines to rebel against celestia, you had no worries at all. though you were kidnapped long ago by the man, your days were filled with nothing but peace and adoration from the once intimidating man who now is more like an overgrown puppy in love to you. he even gave you an affectionate nickname that had made your heart flutter, being his солнышко. you had even placed a gentle goodbye kiss to his cheek of your own will as he left the front door of your estate, spending your free time alone and missing him with fondness in your mind. there were days in the past where you were afraid of your situation, calling him a kidnapper, a fiend who had taken you from your life! though now you knew, he had freed you from a life of working to relaxing in his arms, being spoilt with countless gifts and genuine love from childe. it had been a stark contrast from your life without others to share it with, always afraid that they would be gone due to the ongoing tensions in teyvat.
so when your maidservant delivered the most shocking news of your life, it had basically killed you.
"lord harbringer is dead."
it should’ve brought you joy as his captive but all you felt was dread. he’s dead? childe and dead don't belong in a sentence, you scoffed to yourself. though the serious look from your maidservant didn't disappear from her face and you felt your heart wrench against your will as your eyes begin to fill with tears. "no! that's impossible, he wouldn't have died, he- he can't." a hiccup broke through your arising heaving sobs as you mumbled incoherently, "he promised me, he wouldn't leave me here alone." you found yourself, collapsed against your bed like a war widow, sobbing into the sheets in fear and heart break, it felt as if your world was ending. you weren't even scared as your captor had left to rebel against celestia but now? the sky had decided to fall upon you and leave you to die without childe's hand to hold.
the days moved on without you knowing as you sat blankly on your bed, watching the sunrise to no news and sunset with lonesome emptiness. if not for your maidservant, you would've remained immobile, sat at your window sill as if waiting, for childe to appear and smile with boyish cheer, letting you know that it was all a silly joke. when you felt your memory of his face begin to slip, you'd walk to the room with the giant portrait of you two, seemingly in love. nobody knows the truth behind the painting beyond the artist, childe and your gone self who had struggled as childe kept you beside him. "i don't want a painting with my kidnapper!" "oh baby, what will we show our kids one day?" "you're sick! i'm never having kids with you, ever!" how you regretted those words as you missed that very man every moment since the news of his sudden passing.
though you desired so desperately to be with him, the estate was always escape and death proofed, just specially for you. back in the times when, when childe had still been around and afraid that you would strike out against him. as if you could've, falling for the man with his sly words and broken promises before you could've even tried to leave. hell, if childe had offered you a way out like his death, you didn't even want to take it.
so on your birthday, it hurts your heart to sit by the dining table alone, a grand feast in front of you but missing the greatest present of all you could've wished for this year. childe, alive, goofily feeding you a plate and joking of a future with your children or you loving him. tears fell from your face as you chose a dish from the spread, taking his favourite seafood soup that didn't taste the same without him. to your surprise however, you noticed that the cutlery included a knife for once. it had been a long time since anything like a weapon was near you and it almost seemed too opportune. what else could you possible as for this year other than to join childe by dying? nobody could stop you, after all, you were practically all alone and hysterical in the estate without him! just why, why did he have to leave you alone until you had to choose this method to finally join him? you've missed him so much that stabbing yourself in the heart doesn't even hurt as much as the knowledge that he had left long before you and now finally, as your tears fall down your face from the pain and heartache, you can reunite with him.
unbeknownst to you and the staff of the mansion childe had constructed just for you, your daily activities were recorded in case of his death and sent to none other than the tsarita. yes, he was reportedly dead. but only to a select few, he was alive and recovering. childe had kept away from you, observing you instead with love in his heart. he had missed you the entire battle though he knew, since teyvat was no longer the same, you may had wanted to leave. so he let them know that he was gone, so you could choose while he recovered. it surprised him when you had instead stayed, apparently writing long letters addressed to him daily and wait for him by the expansive windows he had installed just for you. childe found it so sweet, his солнышко, waiting for him though he was currently needing archon treatment for the aftermath of his delusion usage. he had planned a joyous return as a gift, a present for your birthday. when he strided into the estate, announcing cheerily, "i'm home солнышко!" only to be met with silence, had an eerie atmosphere and the sight that greeted the man made his heart stop.
like a sick version of romeo and juliet, you lay dead, heart pierced for his eyes to feast upon. though he had seen carnage of battle fields and sights that demons would shrink in fear towards, only this struck him with pure terror, his mind filled with alarms and heart racing as he ran towards your limp form to find no heartbeat.
“no no no no, this can’t be happening. солнышко, wake up, this isn’t some joke. i’m home, love, please, look at me! look at me god damn it!” he’d sit the stiff body up only to look into your lifeless eyes, face drained of colour and clearly unwell. his heart ached as he sank to the floor, head buried in his hands from denial. “why? it’s your birthday dear… i came home. why are you dead?” the guttural yell of agony could be heard across the estate, causing your maid servant to hurry into the parlor only to see an impossible sight of the lord harbringer on his knees as you sat like a skeleton above him, unmoving like you were less than an hour ago. "tell me! why is she dead? what happened here!" the rage in his voice told the agent that their next words would cost them their lives if the answer was unsatisfactory though the emotions coursing through childe's body only had one outlet at the moment now that you were gone. to kill. "my lord.. i had left her to eat not even an hour ago to let her meet you privately when you returned. this situation- had never occurred to me would happen."
childe, rightfully out of his mind, felt the impulse to throw a dagger at the maidservant's throat though was stopped by his thought of you, who would've plead for their safety and to not stain the dinner table with blood. his heart twisted at the very imagination of you, pained that you were now unreachable, body decomposing by his very face. "i came home too late didn't i солнышко? i'm sorry." with his pride abandoned by the loss of you, childe stood up shakily to scoop up your cold body in a gentle carry while walking towards your bedroom. "i'll.. help you sleep. for as long as you need, my love." the world had been robbed of light for childe as you departed, his colourful spring that had finally come because of you, returned to the black and white desolate winds of winter that reminded him of the abyss. the underlings of tartaglia could observe over the next weeks his deteriorating health, haunted by visions of you everywhere he went. the estate was sealed up, visitors forbidden and business terminated as the harbringer spent his time alternating your favourite spots, his study filled with secretly commissioned paintings of you full of life unlike his stark reality devoid of your existence, and lastly your grave in a glass greenhouse filled with eternally blooming gardens.
one agent recounts to others in a mournful tone of his experience on guarding the estate at night shift, spooked by the sounds of sorrowful cries echoing the halls and seeking out the source, only to find the lord harbringer in tears in front of a dimly lit portrait of his deceased lover in his arms. another underling speaks of the long hours their master spends sitting by your grave, as if entranced by something that eyes cannot see.
they don't know that childe is plagued with visions that he had imagined to himself with cheer in the past as he read the reports on your activity, only to see you miserable in the places you were in the distant past. you always seemed to plead to yourself for death, so you could be with childe. the words haunted him constantly, through every waking moment until finally childe reached a stage of grief he couldn't stand anymore. "if you wished so dearly to be dead so you could be with me, so do i солнышко." in the hours without the sun, the lord harbringer childe's life was ended by his own hands to join his deceased lover, reunited by death under the crestfallen moon.
drabble of y/n fighting childe and your internal feelings for him <3 is it unrequited or~?
fever (my heart thirsts for you)
“i wish to embrace you,
drawn to you the more you hurt me.”
the devil seems to whisper into your ear when childe draws near, his hydro blades materialised in his fists and his beauty distracts you from the pounding in your head as you pant in exhaustion. the battle was lost before you had even begun the spar, you knew he had conquered you whole with the knowing look in his eyes like ice. it was inevitable, like the fall of troy, the mercy childe had spared you was the chance to end your burning feelings. if he hadn’t had you cornered, you were sure you still would’ve been in his chokehold. the desire to fight it had died out inside you, instead you had just set aflame your aching desires. wouldn’t it be a sweet ending to collapse into his arms and just be burnt to ashes? as if playing a cruel joke on you, your body staggered out of your control and fell towards the floor of the golden house, sword falling out of your clasp. a flash of golden amber entered your sight right before your eyes shut, feeling at ease with the intensity of the battle melting away as if embraced by warmth.
hehe y/n is fine, they’ve just passed out in childe’s arms and have a fever. what if… he takes care of you and you fall even more in love?
note: my blog contains adult/dark content. please do not interact if you are a minor.
On a cold night, a girl was walking through the docks of liyue harbor with thin clothes, the clothes look to be somewhat torn and wet hence made it a little transparent. The girl has lifeless eyes while staring into the open sea infront of her. She was once somebody who has it all and lived in a lavish and pampered lifestyle because of her wealthy loving family and her handsome rich boyfriend.
"Where did it all go wrong?"She whispered quietly,she recalled a memory where she first met him, the man she hated and loved, she knew he was trouble and avoided him but for some reason this man keep getting close to her, that man is so persistent on making her "his" and persue her by buying expensive things and food but those things didn't work because of her upbringing so everytime they met he would give her unique looking toys sometimes exotic flowers and invite her for dinner where everytime there would be different delicacies from all over the continent, he would talk about his homeland sheznaya, about his siblings, his job here as a "toy maker", with he naive heart she didn't last long before she fell for this charming man even with her family's constant warning to be wary of him but she just brushed it off at that time thinking that her parents were paraniod, how could this handsome and gentle soul be part of the fatui, she was happy with him but the longer their relationship last the shorter time childe spent with her, she was dissatisfied with this but she endured and keep believing his excuses even though a lot of those excuses were blatant lies.
By the end of their relationship it was too late, she cried while looking at her parents corpse, with her beloved boyfriend ajax no.....it was the 11th fatui harbinger childe behind her. "Foolish little girl, were over." Those were his last words and she felt he was right she was foolish, the warning signs were there ever since they met but she ignored it. She should have known that he was only talking to her for information based on the many odd questions he asked about her family business, she should have believed her parents after seeing him talking to one of the fatui diplomats once.
Well, she now knows that the 11th fatui harbinger is truly ruthless against to the people who stands in the way of his goddess, the tsaritsa. Her parents dead body were proof of it.
The girl looked down into the blue ocean depths and smiled bitterly because it reminded her of that man's lifeless eyes, she noticed her reflection and realized that she has the same lifeless eyes too. Her bitter smile turned into a sad one after looking at her reflection and so decided to be reunited with her parents.
(Hey laven, hiiii this is angst anon, sorry i haven't been present for a while, i was a little busy hehehehe. Here's my late Christmas gift?, i know this is angst but im anhst anon so yuuuuh, im not good at adding details but i tried hope you like it.)
WUUU WUUU ANGST ANON THIS WAS SO PRETTY !!! evil yan childe WAHHHH why are we over babe :((( no :((( stay or kill me :(((( i wont you even if you're ruthless n bad :( a death without dying by his hands,,, grumpy. will stab him for leaving me. I LOVVV YOU THANK YOU FOR DA GIFT <3