Yandere! Tartaglia “Childe”
i’ve been a little obsessed with this man and i’ll definitely be rolling for him tomorrow. so i wrote this for… luck.
TW: Implied noncon, implied kidnapping, patronizing behavior, abusive relationship
“I’m home!” called the familiar light and airy voice of your partner.
Of course, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of responding. It’s not like you could go to greet him either, being tied to a bed frame in a rather uncomfortable position.
“There you are,” he cooed with a lovesick expression. “How long has it been? Almost six months, right?”
Honestly, you had no idea. You’ve lost count of the days.
The only reason you weren’t dead while he went away on those trips was because he had servants feeding and giving you water. Bathing you, occasionally.
They treated you like an animal.
Childe leaned on the bed. “You can speak, you know.”
You didn’t want to speak, though.
“Are you mad because I was gone for so long? Did you miss me, baby?” Childe asked, but his tone had more venom.
“No,” you muttered, feeling a rush of fear when he only got closer.
Of course you knew better than to make him angry, he was anything but kind when he got angry.
“If you say so,” he said nonchalantly before sliding his arms around your waist. “But we both know the truth, lovely.” He gave you a peck on the lips, and you felt paralyzed just at the little gesture.
You often felt like you were falling aimlessly to the ground, finally close to the freedom of death, only to be yanked back by him. By Tartaglia.
Childe tilted his head at your reaction. “If you really hate me that much,” he started, almost teasingly, “Then go.” He undid your restraints almost instantly.
Of course you weren’t going to run, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. He just liked the game of cat and mouse.
But it was tempting.
Anxiously, you felt your almost completely raw wrists.
Eyeing you expectantly, Childe got off the bed and folded his arms. “Well, go away. I won’t stop you.”
His eyes had no more light. Instead, they were glaring down at you emotionlessly.
Part of you wondered what he’d do if you actually did try to leave.
The other part of you just wanted to hide under the covers and beg for him to just put the restraints back on and leave you alone.
You managed to take one step out the door, your eyes never leaving your captor before you couldn’t take it anymore and sprinted.
You could hear Childe’s challenging laugh, however everytime you looked behind you, he wasn’t there.
Skidding down the hallway, you dashed down the stairs.
Thankfully, the servants that always kept you bound were gone.
Of course, you thought happily. They leave around midnight!
Your hand made it to the doorknob and just as you yanked it, you realized you didn’t have the key.
The whole world seemed to come toppling down.
Just as you desperately tried to search for it, or even for a window, you heard your captor’s tantalizing clapping.
“Nice try, dollface,” Childe chuckled, his lips curling into the biggest smirk. “Do you really think I’d let you leave?”
Part of you just wanted to slap yourself for even having hope.
He bounded closer to you, his footsteps loud and clear. “Well, you tried, baby. That’s all that matters, right?”
Like always, his voice was patronizing. Painfully so.
Your eyes narrowed. “What now?”
He nearly cackled. “‘What now?’ Well, now you’re going to be a good little pet and return to our room. And, you’re going to let me do whatever I want with you. No struggling. Understood?”
You wordlessly nodded as he led you back upstairs, patronizing hand on the small of your back.