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calimelontea · 1 year

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it's just not the same!

❥❥i tried to be a little more descriptive in this one, so i hope you guys enjoy! (and hopefully my writing style doesn't sound completely ridiculous :'D)

❥When a cold front hits you and your boyfriend's shared home, how will he react when you come to seek warmth with him in his room? And how will he react if you try to return to yours?

Category- Fluff ☀

Content- Tighnari and Wanderer, GN!Reader, ever so slight hurt/comfort? (you're super cold and he warms you up), a few mentions of death, but nobody actually dies.

❥❥ I was gonna make some more bullet points for Baizhu and Albedo as well, but my job has me working all kinds of extra hours and it's giving me writer's block 😵 so for now I'll just post these ones so I don't leave you guys with nothing this month, and if you guys like it I could do a part 2 for those two as well?

Tighnari

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➼When the other forest rangers said there would be a cold front coming in, you weren't expecting it to be THIS cold. Whereas you were expecting a little temperature drop, some sweater weather and maybe a bit of frost, the cold front in reality was enough to freeze the rivers running through the Avidia Forest.

➼Needless to say, you regretted not taking the advice of your boyfriend when he told you to prepare accordingly, and now here you were, curled up in your bed, shivering as the cold air seeped into your skin.

➼You had tried your best to tough it out, but at this rate, you knew you were going to get hypothermia if you didn't do something soon. So you did the first thing that came to mind. You bundled up in some blankets, put on some slippers and shuffled your way to your boyfriend's room.

➼With some hesitance, you knocked on the door lightly and waited patiently as you heard some movement inside the room. In just a few moments, he was there at the door, an eyebrow raised as he looked at your shaky form.

➼"well well, what's this now? Is it the consequences of your actions coming back to bite you?" he chastised, crossing his arms and seeming to understand immediately the reason you came to his bedroom door. "Nariii" you pouted, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself to try and shield you from the cold. He could tell by how the color was drained from your skin and how blue your lips were that you must've been like this for a while now, so despite how much he wanted to scold you for not heeding his advice, he knew there was no time to waste in warming you up.

➼"Alright, get in here you big lummox" he sighed before grabbing your hand, leading you into his room and closing the door behind him. He hardly wasted any time gathering up some extra clothes from his own wardrobe before unearthing you from the large blanket you cocooned yourself in, layering you up in some proper attire before dragging you off to his bed, both of you laying down together while he rubbed your hands and blew hot air onto them.

➼It was only when he felt confident that you were no longer knocking on death's door that he started to scold you, although based on the concerned look in his eyes, it seemed he was more fretting over you if anything. "You really should take my advice seriously, this could've ended a lot worse for you if you didn't get here when you did" "I know.. Sorry Nari" even though you knew he said this out of genuine worry for your well-being, you couldn't help but shrink a bit when he got like this.

➼He noticed this fact and sighed, "just please don't hesitate next time, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" he carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, the warmth emanating from his body beginning to sooth your cold skin. All you could let out was a soft "mhmm.." as his comforting embrace had already begun to lull you to sleep.

➼It didn't take you long to pass out in his arms, and while he stayed up just a bit longer to monitor your condition, he couldn't help but feel the corners of his lips turn up in a smile as he looked down at your sleeping form. Despite how forgetful you were, he couldn't deny he loved you deeply. He knew he would have to help you find some proper winter wear soon, but perhaps he could be selfish for just a tad longer. Seeing you in his clothes admittedly made him melt a bit for you.

➼And so, for a while afterwards, he would use the cold front as an excuse to pull you into his room and have you sleep comfortably in his arms. Not only because he had secretly been craving this step forward in intimacy, but also because he genuinely never wanted to see you that cold again, it had scared him a bit.

➼But when the cold front had begun to die down and the temperatures had finally became suitable for regular clothing again, he was a bit surprised when he saw you walking towards your room instead of his. "Where are you heading off to?" he had asked with a flick of his ears, and when you had responded with "oh, I thought I may as well sleep in here since it's warmer, I don't want to overstay my welcome", he frowned.

➼"overstay your welcome? Don't you think we're a little past that point? Come on now, let's get to bed, or would you rather we sleep in your room tonight?"

➼You couldn't help but smile at how insistent he was in both of you sleeping together. He truly couldn't get enough of you, and it was quite telling in the way his tail swished lightly when you agreed.

Wanderer

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➼You were honestly a bit anxious to try and ask at first. Sure, the puppet loved you, he had professed so himself, but he wasn't exactly known for being accommodating. Even to his beloved there would be the occasional sharp slip of the tongue, though a bit less harsh than he would give to most.

➼You worried that maybe bothering him so late at night would make him angry at you, but the way the frigid air bit at your skin and numbed your fingers and nose was far too harsh. You thought it was at least worth a try. So here you were, standing at his doorway with the thickest blanket you own draped around your shoulders, your breath visible in the air as a fog.

➼You lightly creaked the door open just a crack. "Kuni?" you whispered into the dark room, only the moonlight from the window illuminating what was inside.

➼"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sitting up. He was a relatively light sleeper, considering he technically didn't need to sleep, so he had woken up a good while before you even reached the door.

➼Ofc his ever grouchy tone was present, though slightly muddled by the grogginess of waking up, it had almost deterred you from asking the question, but the cold was seeping into your bones and making your joints ache, you couldn't make this trip be for nothing.

➼"H-hey, is it okay if I sleep here with you tonight..?" you asked with a shiver. "it's.. Really cold"

➼He almost had half a mind to scoff at you and tell you to just deal with it, but as his eyes scanned your shaky frame, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do that. After all, humans could get sick if left in the cold, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if you had died because of something he did.

➼"fine, get over here" he grumbled. He was glad it was so dark in the room so you wouldn't see the way his cheeks flushed red at the thought of sharing a bed with you. You smiled happily and hurried over, burrowing your way under the sheets, thankful that they were at least a bit warmer from his presence (although that may or may not have been due to his blushing.)

➼He reluctantly placed his arms around you and held you awkwardly at his side in an attempt to share body heat. You really weren't kidding about being cold, he couldn't feel an ounce of warmth in your skin, and he wasn't even human. But compared to the emptiness of your bed, he felt like a welcoming candle flame in your eyes.

➼You had passed out almost immediately once you began to warm up, however he could hardly get an ounce of sleep for a good while. Your sudden intrusion had his mind racing and butterflies in his stomach. He hated it, but he also couldn't help but feel something warm inside, looking down at your sleeping form. How ridiculous.

➼This went on for almost a week, you would come peeking into his door asking if you could spend the night with him, he'd begrudgingly comply, and the two of you would wake up the next morning in eachother's arms. At some point he told you to just "stop asking and get over here already", so some nights you would just slip into the bed with him and he would curl around you almost immediately.

➼Once the weather warmed up enough though, you had decided it was time to return to your own room. After all, you didn't want to overstay your welcome and make him angry with you. So, you began to make your way to your room.

➼He noticed this almost immediately and furrowed his brow. "Where do you think you're going?". "Ah, I was going to sleep in my room tonight since it's warmer now. I didn't want to inconvenience you too much" you explained, giving him a light smile. "Tch, whatever" he grumbled before making his way to his own room.

➼ "Whatever" indeed, because that "whatever" caused him to spend almost all night tossing and turning in his bed without a wink of sleep. He didn't understand why, but his bed felt.. Empty, almost too empty. It was agitating him to no end, why was he acting so childish over some human???

➼Eventually he decided enough was enough. He got up out of bed and marched straight to your room, opening up the door much similarly to the way you once did. "Hey, are you up?" he muttered into your dark room. He could just barely make out your form curled up in bed around one of your pillows, and upon hearing his voice, you looked up at him before sitting up with a "hm?"

➼He carefully shut the door before making his way over to your bed, practically inviting himself in under your covers and clinging onto you tightly. Immediately, his mind felt more at ease. This is what he was missing.

➼"Kuni, is something wrong?" "… I'm cold" "… Kuni, it's 58 degrees outside" "shut up"

➼Needless to say, you're probably never sleeping alone again <3

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etherealphosphor · 6 months

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Wilting Rose Petals

⟡ Contains: Dottore x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Angst, Dottore has Hanahaki Disease, Mentions of coughing up blood, Mentions of painkillers, Good ending

BIG TW: Dottore is su!c!dal, please refrain from reading this if the content triggers you.

Being the Second of the Fatui Harbingers, Dottore had naturally been a cold and reserved man for most of his working life. Even before joining the Harbingers, he was more or less the same, only interested in his research. To him, conversation was a bore, and small talk was practically torture. Getting his business done while interacting with the least amount of people possible was an ideal day at work for him. In the past, the only people he really talked to were his segments.

However, oddly enough, his entire demeanor shifted when you—his part-time assistant—was around. He would go out of his way to talk to you, completely ignoring his responsibilities for however long he could manage to keep you. Dottore’s affection for you was painfully obvious to everyone who worked in the headquarters, as his mood greatly increased when you walked through the door.

His attitude altered so much when he was in your presence, to the point that if one needed to ask Dottore for a favor, they would wait until after you swung by his office. That was quite a wide-spread tactic in the Fatui Headquarters, and for good reason. Dottore would genuinely consider doing a favor for someone due to the cheery mood you put him in, as long as it was easy enough. However, if they interrupted his time with you, they'd be met with only unreasonableness and an incredibly short fuse.

To Dottore, you were the one thing he treasured in life. In recent years, his research lost its appeal and became awfully boring to him. Day after day, year after year, it was all the same. And for what? Why did any of it matter? What was he even living for anymore? Thoughts like those were normal for him. However, you kept him sane. You were like a helping hand in his time of need. You were the one thing that kept him alive each day.

Dottore’s heart and body yearned for you in ways he couldn’t describe. You were the singular light in his dark and lonely life. Even so, he didn’t want to tell you how he felt, for fear of losing you. Archons, what would he do if you never wanted to talk to him again? If he lost his beacon of hope, he wouldn’t know how to live on. So, instead of pursuing you, Dottore decided it was best to leave you as a fantasy that helped him keep his head above water.

As Dottore was daydreaming of you to distract himself from his mind, one of his segments—Theta—walked into his office.

"Hey Boss, is [Name] going to be here today? I know how much you enjoy their company. You get so gloomy when they aren’t around." Theta said in a playful tone as he leaned on the desk, smirking at Dottore.

Dottore felt a pang of sadness at being reminded of your absence. "[Name] is busy today and likely won’t be present."

"Oh, that’s a shame. You’re all smiles when [Name] walks through the door." Theta laughed.

"I am simply happy to be handing off some tasks to someone else. That’s all." Dottore lied, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Aw, come on. Don’t lie to me! I know you like them." Theta teased.

"I do not." Dottore replied, wearing that same grin that told Theta everything he needed to know.

"So, what is it about them, huh? What is it that’s got the Second Harbinger himself all lovesick?"

Dottore sighed. "..everything."

Theta’s eyes lit up. "Woah, you actually have human emotion? I was starting to doubt it. Man, I gotta tell the others!"

Before Dottore could call him back, Theta had run off to gossip with the other segments. He had always been the same. After Theta left, that happy expression on Dottore’s face faded quickly. He was good at covering up how he felt around other people, putting on a show of confidence for everyone around him. However, his personality completely shifted when he was left alone with only his thoughts to accompany him.

Putting his head in his hands, Dottore tried to calm his mind. Archons, he missed you. It had only been a day since he last saw you, and yet it was still agony to him. He was addicted to every aspect of you; you were his person. His only source of true joy.

How was he supposed to focus on his work if any hope of you coming to visit him was extinguished? If only—against all odds—you'd just walk into his office and give him the energy he needed to keep going.

And, as if his prayers were answered by Celestia itself, you appeared at the door, which was left ajar when Theta had run off.

"Good morning, Dottore!" You greeted him. "I’m sorry for not coming in sooner; as you know, I was busy."

Dottore’s heart fluttered in response. Oh, how happy he was to see you. "No, don’t apologize to me. You’re perfectly fine; everyone is busy on occasion. I assumed you were going to spend the whole day with Pulcinella."

"Well, I expected to originally, but I managed to complete all the tasks assigned to me in quick time. After all, I despise doing work for Pulcinella; I just wanted it to be over." You said.

"Oh? Really? What’s the problem with working for him?" Dottore asked, curious.

"He’s just so set in his ways. If I don’t do what he wants me to do in the exact way he does it, he’ll make me redo the entire thing. Even if it’ll all come out to the same solution! I very much prefer being your assistant, Dottore."

Dottore blushed at the compliment, but since his face was hidden behind his mask, you never noticed. "You do? What’s so much better about the tasks I assign?"

"Well, it’s more about the fact that I actually like you. You don’t criticize my every action, and you’re nice to me." You grinned at him.

"I like you too, [Name]." Dottore replied, before quickly clarifying, "You’re a lovely assistant. Maybe you should ask to work for me full-time."

"Unfortunately, Pulcinella would lose it. He already complains about me spending too much time running errands for you, as opposed to helping out the other harbingers."

"Why should you care what he thinks? If he asks for your assistance and then complains about the way you complete said task, then you are perhaps not the kind of person he is looking for. He should let that go and find someone else instead of berating you."

You considered that for a moment. "You’re right, Dottore. Maybe I should–"

Suddenly, you were cut off by a yell from outside. "[NAME], YOU FORGOT TO FILE THESE PAPERS IN OPPOSITE-ALPHABETICAL ORDER! I ASKED YOU TO FILE THEM FROM Z TO A, NOT A TO Z!"

"Better get back to work, then. We can talk about this later." You sighed before sprinting out of the room. "Coming! I apologize for my error, Pulcinella!"

The moment you left, Dottore was overcome with a strong urge to slam his head into his desk. He felt like a fool; it was so clear that he was begging for you to spend every day with him. He just hoped you hadn’t picked up on his subtle flirting throughout the conversation. After all, he wasn’t exactly good at keeping a straight face when you complimented him—something that could definitely give away how he felt.

'I like you too, [Name].' What was I even thinking when I said that!? Of course, they don’t feel the same things I feel about them. They just enjoy working for me; that’s all they meant by that. But, Archons, it felt good to hear them say that they liked me.

As he inwardly cursed himself, his thoughts began to wander to even more self-deprecating ones. How could someone like you ever harbor the same care that he did for you? What did he even do to deserve your attention? Someday, would you consider him more than just someone you worked for? Was he even worth it? Would you hate him if he confessed?

Now Dottore was stuck between two equally unpleasant options. Either continue his dull and monotonous work or let his brain fill the silence by telling him how unworthy he was. Neither choice was something he particularly wanted, but he knew that his research must be completed for the day.

And so, day after day, he spent most of his time in his office, doing research just to fit the requirements of what was expected of him. Archons, he was so tired of it all. Nothing mattered to him anymore—except for you, maybe.

Each time you walked into his office, his day got significantly better. Unbeknownst to you, Dottore set aside all his work just to talk to you. You had simply assumed he was just so on top of everything that he could spare the time. Dottore had occasionally considered asking you out to a nearby cafe—just as work friends—but he was too worried that you’d take the invite the wrong way.

And so, he held his tongue. Of course, his heart begged for him to just make a move on you, but his brain prevented him from doing so. He knew that if his last reason to live was to be scared away, he’d surely fail to go on. Months went by like this; Dottore desperately longing for your affection.

One day, as Dottore sat at his desk, he suddenly felt the urge to clear his throat—almost like something was blocking his airway. Coughing a couple times, Dottore felt the strange object become dislodged and fall gently into the hand he was using to cover his mouth. Looking down, Dottore spotted a small petal; the shade was barely even pink; one could argue that it was closer to white than anything else.

Met with this odd occurrence, Dottore couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with him. After all, one doesn’t just start coughing up flowers for no reason. But after taking a minute to think, Dottore couldn’t recall the last time he was around a flower. After all, flowers in Snezhnaya die unless kept inside, and Dottore had none in his office.

Despite his suspicions, Dottore decided to chalk it up to a peculiar circumstance with no further investigation required. However, when he coughed up another petal, he knew that this situation was much more serious. Dottore was very knowledgeable about all of Teyvat’s various illnesses, so it didn’t take much more pondering for him to connect the dots.

Coughing up petals.. no… no. It can’t be. I can’t possibly have contracted Hanahaki Disease. There’s absolutely no way.

Dottore immediately began pulling books on various types of illnesses off of the shelves in his office, flipping through them, hoping to find something—anything—on the specific ailment.

After about a minute, he found exactly the page he was looking for in one of the books. Quickly, he read through the section on possible cures. There was no chance he was going to tell you of the affection he secretly held for you. And even less likely, have you reciprocate his feelings? Impossible. Simply impossible.

Confessing… confessing… That won’t do—not at all. Even if I did decide to—which I heavily doubt—the likelihood of [Name] sharing my affection.. I don’t want to think about it. It’s impossible. Dottore thought, skimming through the text.

As Dottore continued to read, he came to a realization. His options were either to somehow woo you into loving him or to hold his tongue and die in the process.

When he realized these were his two options, Dottore wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. Any normal person wouldn’t wait for the disease to end them and would instead confess to their person, no? However, Dottore wasn’t the average man. He was tired of work—or, to be more precise, he was tired of living. When he really thought about it, what he wanted most was for it all to end. To eternally sleep in silence and in peace. No more responsibilities, and no more pain. This disease was his way out.

And so, he decided to accept his fate. He would leave the world behind due to his disease, and he wouldn’t look back. Not for anyone; not even you.

More time passed, and each day, Dottore coughed up flower petals more frequently. He observed that the color of the petals was gradually getting darker each time they appeared. However, he wasn’t that concerned. After all, he would finally have a chance to escape the constant cycle of his meaningless life. He was tired of holding on by a thread and a hopeless fantasy; all he really wanted now was to rest.

Even if Dottore wasn’t worried about himself, you certainly were. Even with Pulcinella constantly requesting your help, you still interacted with Dottore on occasion. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly much, but it was still enough to get a good sense of where Dottore was in terms of health. You had noticed his posture had gotten worse, and so had his general demeanor. Before, he used to straighten up when you walked into his office and would greet you with a smile. However, nowadays, he always seemed exhausted and burnt out.

What especially worried you was the strange coughing you occasionally heard from him, which sounded as if he was quite ill. You wished to get to the bottom of what was going on with him, but you didn’t want to inquire about things that weren’t your business.

You knew that if Dottore was suffering from an ailment, he would simply take the measures needed to cure himself. So why exactly did he still seem so sick? Was the treatment not working? Or was it just not taking effect yet? The only other possibility you could think of was that his sickness could not be easily treated. You weren’t sure what it could be, so you tried to calm your mind by assuring yourself that you were likely overthinking. Dottore would get over it in a couple weeks, right?

However, little did you know, that cough of his could very well be the end of him.

One day, as Dottore was strolling through the headquarters’ hallways, he stopped by a window to look out at the falling snow. He never really noticed the beauty of it until now—not until there was a chance he’d never get to see it again. Due to his focus being elsewhere, he didn’t notice Delta—another one of his segments—behind him until he spoke up.

"Something is wrong with you, Boss." Delta said evenly; it wasn’t a question.

Not bothering to turn around, Dottore replied calmly, "Nothing is wrong with me. Why would you think that, Delta?"

"Do you really think you can assure me just by denying my suspicions? First of all, you’ve been coughing for months; something is clearly up with your health, both physical and mental. Secondly, I saw the pages you marked in that book you left on your desk. Hanahaki, was it? Am I correct in thinking that this matter has something to do with [Name]? You’re quite fond of them, after all."

"You shouldn’t be getting involved in other people’s problems, Delta. You should know better than that." Dottore spoke in a cold tone.

"No, you should know better! You’ve always been like this—awfully stubborn. You’re mistreating yourself, Boss! I can’t just stand by and watch it happen. I’m getting involved in your problems because you won’t help yourself!" Delta raised his voice.

"When have you ever had control over my actions? You’re merely my segment; I am the one with power over you, not the other way around. I’d advise you to get your nose out of my business. It is my choice and mine alone whether or not I get help." Dottore walked away from Delta without another word.

Along with Dottore’s fading footsteps, Delta could hear him coughing as he left. He was so frustrated; why couldn’t Dottore just accept his aid? Why did he have to be so stubborn as to refuse to confess to you, even if it meant the death of him? Dottore of all people should have known that there was no alternative cure for Hanahaki Disease. So what in the world were his motives?

Delta was thoroughly confused by the man’s behavior. However, Dottore had his eyes on one goal and one goal alone: ending his miserable life. Absolutely nothing could get in his way. Archons, how he wished for an opportunity like this. All he had to do was wait until his body finally gave out, and then all would be still.

As more weeks passed, Dottore’s Hanahaki Disease steadily got worse. His throat had begun to feel sore, and it was quite painful to speak. However, through the pain, his hope was restored. His disease had gotten to the later stages; his life was coming to an end at last.

One evening, as Dottore was working on his soulless research, Delta came in to check on his condition.

"Boss? Is everything going okay?"

Dottore beckoned for him to come closer, not saying a word. The only noise that could be heard was his slight coughing as some rouge-colored petals fell from his mouth. Once Delta was close enough, Dottore wrote the names of some painkillers on a slip of paper and handed it to him.

Taking the paper, Delta stared down at the man before him. "What do you want me to do with this? Do you need me to get you these pills from your lab?"

Dottore simply nodded.

"Boss, painkillers won’t make your Hanahaki Disease go away. You can’t just keep ignoring it! You are hurting for a reason; your body needs help. The other segments and I are all worried for you; even [Name] is uneasy. You know, they miss you a lot, Dottore. We all do."

At the mention of your name, Dottore covered his ears, refusing to listen any further. He was determined to calm the beating in his heart that was triggered by Delta mentioning your concern for him. He couldn’t let his feelings for you interfere with his plans.

Eventually, Delta gave up trying to reason with him and went off to retrieve the medicine. After all, he wasn’t going to make Dottore suffer more than the man always was. However, there and then, Delta decided that he needed to tell you what was going on. He had wanted to inform you for a while, but felt guilty about breaking Dottore’s trust. But now, in his heart, he knew it was more important to save him.

Once Delta had acquired the medicine, he came back to find Dottore coughing up more petals than normal. He set down a couple pill bottles on Dottore’s desk, as well as a glass of water for him to swallow them with.

Archons, he just gets worse and worse every day. Delta thought, before bidding him farewell and closing the door to his office.

Just before Dottore was about to take his medication, he had another bout of coughing. The glass of water fell to the floor and shattered as Dottore doubled over in pain. This time, it felt absolutely excruciating, and the magenta-colored petals that fell to his desk were stained with his blood.

Dottore felt that crimson liquid spill from his mouth and drip onto the desk. He knew at this point that he was really, truly dying. However, even so, he felt oddly at peace. His years of labor would finally come to an end. His life would come to an end.

He had to pinch himself just to get the pills down, as the pain of swallowing was making his eyes sting. His own blood was enough for him to take the medication with, as the glass of water was no longer an option. All he had to do was endure half an hour of this torture before his throat would go numb.

Just as Dottore was heading to his private chambers to relax a bit as he waited for the pain to cease, he overheard Delta speaking to someone.

Delta was frantically trying to tell you something. "[Name], I have some extremely important information that you need to know about. It’s concerning Dottore and why he hasn’t been his usual self. He has—"

Just as Delta was about to reveal his secret, Dottore grabbed his neck, pulling him away from you.

Through the pain, Dottore managed to say, "That information isn’t for you to share as you please, Delta."

Feeling a hand on his neck, Delta went silent. Dottore wasn’t choking him, but this action was enough to stop him from telling you about the man’s disease.

Dottore dragged Delta away, leaving you alone to ponder what in the world was so important that Dottore had to threaten Delta just so he wouldn’t say it? Meanwhile, Dottore spoke quietly to Delta in an empty hallway.

"Delta. I don’t want to have to do this, as you’re the segment I trust the most. Zeta is too mysterious, Epsilon is too naive, Theta doesn’t take anything seriously, and Psi is never here. That is why I am reluctant to make a decision about your future; you are making things hard for me." Dottore spoke, enduring the pain speaking caused to his throat that had yet to fade.

"What are you talking about, Boss? What decision?" Delta nervously asked him.

"If this continues, I may have to send you away to a different nation, somewhere far away, where you cannot tamper with my plans."

"Oh really? You want to send me away? And what plans? What plans have you ever had!? Do you really intend to pass away just because you don’t want to tell [Name] that you love them!?" Delta yelled at Dottore.

"This is exactly what I mean. You get too involved with other people’s worries." Dottore spoke coldly.

"I’m loyal to you! That’s what this is, Boss! Loyalty! I want to save your life above all else, don’t you see!?"

Dottore sighed. "Yes, I see that, Delta. However, my orders are for you to stand back."

Now, Delta was extremely frustrated with him. "I care about you! I can’t just watch you perish! Boss, it’s almost as if you want to die!"

"MAYBE I DO!" Dottore snapped. "EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, DELTA!? HAS ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED THAT!?"

Time seemed to stop.

"I—Boss? What?"

Regretting his words, Dottore quickly walked away from him, heading to his private chambers. "Forget it, Delta. It doesn’t matter."

"No—wait—this is serious. Boss? Boss, are you—" Delta tried to go after Dottore, but the man had already locked himself in his room.

"Please, leave me alone." Dottore said from behind the locked door.

Dottore fell onto his bed, exhausted. Archons, it hurt for him to speak. And yelling on top of that? He was surprised that it only hurt a medium amount, and didn't feel like his throat was being ripped open. He could feel blood dripping onto his bedsheets; he’d have to clean it up later. Now all he could do was ignore Delta’s desperate pleas for him to come out as he waited for the painkillers to kick in.

Meanwhile, you were absolutely shocked. Curiosity had gotten the better of you, and you had eavesdropped on their argument. All this new information had hit you like a truck. You had no clue that Dottore felt the way he did.

Dottore is dying from.. Hanahaki Disease? What is that? He wants to die? He.. loves me..? Archons, I’m so confused.. You thought, before running off to the library stationed in the Fatui Headquarters.

You were certain to find something on diseases in there, as it contained shelf after shelf of informational books on every topic under the sun.

As you rushed through the doors, the librarian slowly looked up at you. "Need something, honey? You look like you’re in a hurry."

"Yes, I do need help." You said, out of breath. "D-do you have anything on Hanahaki Disease?"

"Aw, someone’s lovesick, huh? What a shame; all you can do is hope they like you back." The woman said lazily, typing something up on her computer. "Well, we do have a couple books containing some information on that illness. Follow me, honey."

"I–the book is for.. a friend." You clarified.

"Mhm, that’s what they all say. Just make sure you return the book before you die; it’s such a hassle to go looking for them." The librarian replied as she led you over to a shelf.

"I’m not dying, ma’am."

"Sure you’re not, honey. Denial is all you have left, I suppose."

The woman began to pull a couple heavy books off the shelf, handing them to you. You nearly fell over due to the weight in your arms.

"Ma’am, I think I’ll be okay with these for now. Thank you." You said, nearly about to tip over.

"Good for you; have fun. Or don’t. I don’t really care. I’ll be at my desk if you need anything." The librarian walked away, leaving you to do your research.

You skimmed through the first one of the thick books, looking for a section on Hanahaki Disease. Once you found it, you thoroughly read through the entire text.

Unrequited love.. You could feel your heart beating quicker. Of course, you held very tender emotions towards Dottore, but you were too afraid to say anything before. Now was not the time to be getting butterflies over him—he was in serious danger.

You now knew you were the key to saving him. However, you were lost on what to do. Dottore had himself locked in his room and wouldn’t even listen to his most trustworthy segment, Delta. If you pushed him, Dottore would only hide away further. And then you’d truly never get the chance to save him.

You’d need to lure him out somehow, wouldn’t you? But how would you accomplish that? You were still pondering that as you walked out of the library, awkwardly carrying one of the giant books. As you headed towards your room to give yourself time to ponder, you overheard Delta pleading with Dottore.

"Boss, we can talk about this, okay? It doesn’t have to be this way. If you just let me help, things can get better. Please don’t give up like this."

Still hiding behind that locked door, Dottore responded, "I don’t need your help, Delta. Just leave. I want to sleep."

"No, Boss. I’m not leaving. You need help; you just don’t know how to accept it. I’m staying out here until you’re ready."

Your heart lurched painfully at that. What in the world would you do? You weren’t sure exactly how far along the disease had gotten, but he was still talking in clear sentences, which was a good sign that he wasn’t on his death bed yet. Still, when you thought back, his cough had started quite a long time ago, so he was likely in the latest stages. At best, he had maybe a week left. You didn’t want to assume he’d hold on for much longer, so you knew that you needed to act fast. You’d try to save him in the morning if he came out of his room.

Meanwhile, Dottore was just trying to fall asleep. Archons, his body was so exhausted. Delta hadn’t stopped begging him to come out and likely wouldn’t for a while. Dottore’s eyelids began to feel heavy, and he could sense himself drifting off. He wasn’t even quite sure if he’d see the next day; he really hoped he wouldn’t. Then his pathetic and miserable life would finally come to an end.

However, to Dottore’s great disappointment, he did wake up the next day. His body felt weak and oddly warm, and he longed to go outside in the snow to cool off. When he opened his door, he found that Delta had spent the night curled up outside of it.

Dottore carefully stepped over his sleeping body and began heading towards a door to the outside. That particular exit to the Fatui Headquarters wasn’t well known and therefore didn’t warrant being guarded. It was almost too good to be true, as the last thing Dottore wanted was for his plans to be discovered by anyone else. He didn’t want anyone’s help.

Once Dottore reached the exit, he stumbled outside, slowly making his way out into the snow. He wasn’t wearing the proper layers, just a collared shirt and pants, but he still felt too warm. The falling snowflakes melted on his skin, cooling him down just a bit. It still wasn’t enough for him.

When he was about ten yards into the snow, he began to have another coughing fit. He was in pure agony this time, as he had forgotten to take his pain medication that morning. He fell to his knees as blood poured from his mouth, leaving a stark contrast in the snow. Along with his blood, tears flowed down his face. Archons, the pain was unbearable. Pure red petals were scattered all around him, a sign that his disease had gotten to its worst stage.

Dottore didn’t even have the energy to stay balanced, and he fell to his side. Blood still dripped from his mouth as he lay in the snow and let the cold embrace his feverish body. All he could think of was that he could finally rest—forever this time. Just before his eyes began to shut, he caught sight of a figure running towards him, yelling his name.

Oh. It’s [Name]. At least they’ll be the last thing I see before I die.

When you reached him, you dropped to your knees beside him and removed the mask from his face.

"Oh no.. no.. please be okay.. please be alive.." You said frantically.

Dottore looked up at you as you did so, those crimson eyes of his matching the blood that was still dripping from his mouth. Those eyes that were wet with tears that had yet to fall. Likewise, you could feel your own tears dripping down your face.

"Dottore.. please don’t leave me. I love you; I always have. Just hang on for me, okay?" You spoke softly to him, gently stroking his cheek as you wiped away his tears.

Because of your heartfelt words, Dottore’s wretched curse was broken. However, at that point, Dottore was too weak to care that his attempt had failed. All that he cared about was the fact that you shared his feelings. His aching heart had seemingly been revived. You held Dottore closer, embracing him as you cried into his shoulder.

"Please, Dottore. Don’t try anything like this ever again. I’m going to get you the help you need; please just keep holding on."

Dottore had felt as though his existence was worthless, but now he was comforted knowing that it meant something to you. You loved him. That alone gave it purpose. Archons, it felt like a dream. His one reason to keep going had saved his life yet again.

Slowly, Dottore began to speak, "[Name].. I—I love you too.."

You smiled at him, tears still streaming down your face. Gently, you pressed your lips to his, your kiss as soft as a feather. It was at that moment that Dottore truly realized that he would no longer have to struggle alone. You’d be there for him every step of the way to recovery.

His life was finally worth something again.

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moraxsthrone · 8 months

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₊✧⋆⭒ NSFW. MDNI. TEASING KAEYA (x gn!reader).

kaeya's cock leaking as you mouth his shaft, tonguing and kissing your way down along the long ridge underneath.

"hhh~suck it, y/n...please," kaeya pleads between clenched teeth.

you look up at him from under your eyelashes and smile as you open your mouth and close your lips around one of his balls before sucking it into your mouth. kaeya's head falls back as he sighs your name. his fingers curl in your hair and you feel yourself clench, a puddle of your own need pooling beneath you on the hardwood floor when his hard dick throbs in your tight fist. he's so needy, nearly at the point of begging when you feel his warm pre ooze over your knuckles. and so, with the promise of his flavor, you relent and release his taut testicle with a soft pop before swirling your tongue around his near-purple cockhead and he tastes so fucking good you can hardly wait to have your mouth full of his thick cum.

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fluffyfanficsonly · 5 months

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Hey Hey!!

Aren’t you tired of people writing angst? Do all of the fanfics of your favorite character have NSFW? Then this is the blog for you!

Not to hate on other writers however!! People can write whatever they want! I just favor fluff and comfort :]

Requests are open!! (However it might take me a moment to respond, my adhd is wild)

Rules + Masterlist + About Me below!!

Rules!!

I AM A MINOR!!!!! NO NSFW!!!

-No Incest, racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, or pedophilia!!

- This is a place of comfort and fluff! I will do angst to comfort or tropes like enemies to lovers but I want my readers to feel good and cared for after they read!!

-The reader in x readers will be GENDER NEUTRAL UNLESS SPECIFIED

-Y/N will not be used!!!

Masterlist

I will do headcanons, imagines, and full fanfics! I will mostly write x reader stuff!

Jujutsu Kaisen

Honkai Starrail

Danganronpa

Trigun

Chainsaw Man

About Me

Hello! My name is Fork and my pronouns are he/they! I am a minor, so please don’t be creepy!!

I love to draw and bake so there might be some photos of things I’m proud of on this blog!

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oceisastar · 1 year

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Mmmm yes, Kaveh. Sweet, adorable Kaveh..

Imagine him all stressed out from work, bummed out and too exhausted to take a bath himself. So his s/o takes on the job for him.

Drawing him a warm bath, undressing him, and bathing him. Things seem pretty normal, until s/o starts stroking him and pinching his nipple. He jolts awake from his exhausted state, trying to move away but is too weak to do so.

MDNI

crying (more UTC)

he whimpers as his eyes flutter, trying to stay awake but he’s so exhausted. you brush your mouth to his ear, “can I continue?” and he blushes but mumbles, “y-yeah...” so you grope at his chest as he lets out soft, stuttering breaths.

he’s too tired to get fully aroused but you can see the goosebumps that erupt on his skin, the contrast between hot water and your cool touch.

his nipples have pebbled out, hard and sensitive from the cold air. you squeeze the fat of his pectorals, kissing up the back of his neck.

“hah, love...” he mutters. your hand sinks below the water and grabs at his balls and gently squeezes them. his hips respond before he can, rutting upward as he lets out a sweet noise.

you pull back before you get too greedy, remembering he has to be up early tomorrow morning.

“after this week, I’ll fuck you as a reward. how’s that sound?”

he nods, nearly drifting off to sleep, simply drowning in the dream that is you. you kiss his shoulder then drain the tub, helping him out of the bath and carrying him to bed.

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atheliasnotebook · 1 year

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𝐎𝐇, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

Time waits for nobody. Although they wish that they had just enough to properly say goodbye, the only thing they can hold onto is the bittersweet memories of you.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑(𝐒): AYATO KAMISATO, ALBEDO, DILUC RAGNVINDR, SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

𝐓𝐀𝐆/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): READER DEATH, ANGST, NO COMFORT, SLIGHT BODY HORROR (HEIZOU)

▶ 【 HOW HE NEVER GOT TO SAY HOW MUCH HE TRULY LOVED YOU 】

When AYATO heard of your passing, he had only just gotten back from a long trip of arranging some negotiations regarding support for other noble houses. As the head of a prestigious organization, it was only natural to adopt skepticism with a hint of cynicality—for it is the only way to survive in the world of the rich. Yet, he had nurtured a respectable, yet amiable attitude between every one of the attendants. That’s why the news he received upon arrival was jaw-dropping—when he saw every single attendant and guard of the estate lined up with sunken expressions and creased eyebrows of amalgamated despondency and condolences. When he was informed, the only thing he managed to choke out was:

“Take me to them.”

Thoma and Ayaka—right by his sides, walked in with wildly different expressions, despite each of them holding their breaths. The two standing beside him inhaled deeply, hoping that what they would see wasn’t real—while the man in the middle stared and creaked open the doors, exhaled to brace the pain.

And yet, you laid there on a multitude of sheets and pillows, the colors of the quilts coincidentally reminding Ayato of your seemingly colorful personality. You had passed in your sleep, but to all three of the figures looking at you, she and he and he only wished that the life you had wasn’t so… short-lived. The lady had sobbed as Thoma took her into a tight hug, while Ayato had taken a knee and examined your features, thinking of your dignity and how much he treasured you as his lover.

The days, and the weeks, and even the months following your death—he craved to hear your voice. Whether if you’d be humming, mumbling something to yourself, or even talking to someone nearby—he replays the way you’d call his name and compliment him over and over in his head.

Although busy with the toils of work, it had never been so quiet. With a sigh, as he signed off on a contract, he muttered regrets with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I love you,” he’d mumble, looking down at the paper as he talked to nobody—but rather, somebody who had passed long ago. Oh, if only he got the chance to truly tell you how much he loved you.

▶ 【 FIRST DENIAL, THEN MANIA 】

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When ALBEDO had found you, Kaeya was frantically trying to dig through the blankets of ice to pull you out of the sea of snow. The two of you were heading up to visit the alchemist and see how he was doing on his new project, but the avalanche that came and hit the both of you heeded no warning to its catastrophe. Off in the distance, he had heard someone calling your name, followed by his. The captain of cavalry, with huffed breaths and panic struck in his eyes, glanced at Albedo with a look that cried for help.

And for an hour they had searched for you until Albedo had found your hand sticking out from beneath the snow, covered in frost and pale with cold. He began calling for Kaeya as he began pulling you out from the land that sucked your vessel into it like a black hole, desperate to see you—no, to save you. For you were the only person that he learned to love, despite the fact that he didn’t show much emotion—particularly after receiving his vision. With every pull and tug, all while trying to be as gentle as possible with your body, they got you out, seeing how your lips had turned blue and snow had tangled in your hair.

“We have to get them to camp… there’s still a chance of saving them!” he exhaled the words, slinging his arm beneath your knees and supporting your back as he clings you tightly. He ran down the snow to retreat into his lab and begin setting you by the fire, laid down on his jacket.

ALBEDO had hope that he could save you. He kept the fire running every single day, upkeeping it regularly in hopes that you awakened. Yet, Kaeya knew that you were long gone from the moment the avalanche had hit, but he didn’t remind Albedo of that bitter fact. More than anyone, the painter should know better than anyone that you were gone.

But rather than a simple acceptance of your death, he was insistent on brewing a potion that could revitalize the recently deceased. First, it only was a curious thought that rapidly evolved into a sort of craze, followed by a mania and obsession of trying to save you. What is it that he truly craved from you? Your voice? What about the attention? The help you gave him in the lab? The kindness? No, he remembered. Romance.

It was only when Kaeya had shown up to snap Albedo out of his insanity that he had broken down, collapsing in a chair as he clutched the cloth right over his chest with his left hand.

“Captain,” he mumbles, sobbing silently as he squeaks out words without getting his stuffy-nasal tone stuck in the words. “I know. But could you at least let me try to save the person who taught me what it means to love?”

But eventually, through much talk, Albedo had budged and allowed the city to cremate you. Yet, that’s when his plans with the way he typically budgeted his finances went downhill. Most of it was all for paints and new canvases that he’d use to sketch and dance his brush across with wet and thick colors—all attempting to paint the beauty of your figure captured in your facial features, especially your eyes (because that was the part of your body he loved looking at most). He racked his brain over and over trying to find an image in his mind that could encapsulate the true nature of your beauty. Finally, he settled on an image most beautiful: a flower crown of Cecilia atop your ahead as you smiled with your (color) eyes sparkling beneath sunlight.

“My beautiful flower…” he sighs wistfully with a tinge of sadness, putting the small amount of gold paint mixed with your ashes to highlight the brightness of your complexion. Gorgeous, as always.

But despite how much your death racked him, he’d still continue to paint pictures of you every single week. After all—he believes that this is the one true way of preserving your beauty for all eternity, and until the day he dies.

▶ 【 JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME 】

DILUC had known that you were physically weak, yet, decided to overlook your imperfections because he had adored you so dearly. T’was a day that your boyfriend was working at the tavern, and thus, meant another day you could use to surprise him. With pleading eyes and hands pressed together in a praying manner, you beseeched Elzer to ask him to prepare some grape jam and homemade bread as a surprise for Diluc when he got home.

Everything was faring well, and you successfully picked enough grapes and put the bread in the oven before collapsing, hitting the wooden-polished floors with a thud and an outcry. Elzer and Adelinde, startled by your seize, assisted you as you felt your body beginning to go limp.

Insisting on getting you back up to the ‘master’s’ room, you shook your head weakly. The breaths you took in were as comparably short to the amount of life keft in your voice. Immediately, with haste, Elzer requested his eagle to deliver a message to Mondstadt, hoping Diluc could receive word and come back as soon as possible.

Deep down, he probably knows that the Master would never forgive him for allowing you to go out and exert yourself this way.

… when Diluc retrieved the message, his eyes widened as he furrowed his eyebrows?

“What?” he asked, more scared than frustrated. What could have happened in the few hours that he was away?

Without an ounce of any pardon to his job, he yelled at everyone to leave, shutting the door as he hopped on his horse and began riding all the way back in the midday burning of the Mondstadt summer. The heat didn’t bother him beneath all his heavy coats and garments… instead, he kept muttering your name under his breath.

“______, ______, please be okay—“ he begged, a sense of relief washing over him as he sees the Winery come into vision as his steed clops over the dirt path and over the grass. Stopping directly in front of the front gate, he hopped off his horse, tossing the reins to a nearby attendant as he dashed into the house—not even bothering to take off his coat.

And there he saw you laid up against the kitchen counter sitting on the floor, weakly chuckling as you reached out for him.

“Darling,” he said, panting heavy breaths in between. “Darling, I’m here—“ he trembled, shaking as he ran his hand over yours, slightly sweaty from the haste he made getting over to you. The smell of grapes and fresh breas pierces the air and empty atmosphere of just the two of you. “What. Happened.”

“Oh… y’know…” you muttered. “I just wanted to prepare a surprise for you—“

You coughed, wheezing as you slowly replied with seconds in between each word.

“But I guess that didn’t go as planned,” you chuckled, closing your eyes as he gripped onto your hands tighter. “… did it?”

No, he thinks. “No,” he mumbled aloud, shaking you as he pulled you tight into a hug. It was… warm. And everything felt like a blanket wrapped around you during the cold of winter, despite the weather. It makes you… sleepy.

“Please, ______, darling, you have to stay awake—“ He sucked in a breath, hugging you tighter as he began to feel a hole ripping in his heart.

And he felt as you lifted your arms to cup his cheeks and press a kiss on his lips one last time, and watched painfully as your body fell limp in his embrace.

“No…” he whispered, tears pouring down his cheeks in silence as he holds you—looking at your smiling face.

If only he had more time. If only he were faster. If only he could trade the time that he has to give you a longer life. If only you could have more time. Maybe his time, he thinks, sliding a pan of bread into the oven on the anniversary of your death years later.

▶ 【 YOUR SCENT STILL DANCES IN THE AIR, EVEN WHEN YOU'RE NOT HERE ANYMORE 】

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU, the No. 1 detective in Inazuma, is one of the smartest men in the entirety of the Tenryou’s ranks.

But, in his eyes, not smart enough to find the person who murdered you.

Upon returning home on an afternoon in the middle of the week, he called for you. “Love! I’m ho…” he’d begin saying, before realizing the door was unlocked, creaked open.

Now, with a scowl painted across his countenance, he’d stop moving, looking around for any hints of tracks. None went in or out the front door, but carefully, creaking the door open—he’d catch a whiff of the stench of blood. Realizing the connotation of this, he’d open the door… creaking it open painstakingly slow, hoping that everything is alright. Yep, that what he’s going to find it there is someone who wanted to pull a prank and leave a dead fox or the like hidden behind the couch.

He stared in horror, unable to rip his eyes away from the blood staining your clothes at your chest, and the drag streaks across the floor to put you in the entryway. The broken window, along with the handprints clearly dragged down the couch cushions and across the floor.

“Who did this to you?” he growled through clenched fists and blurry eyes, ignorant of the world around him as he got on his knees and held your hands in his.

Still… warm. Killed no longer an hour ago. Oh… man alive, if only he came to the house earlier to have lunch with you (like he said he would) rather than heading off to fetch a gift before he returned home. Maybe then he would have had a chance at apprehending this terrorizer of the people. If only he had…

“Halt!” said a guard standing behind him. He could feel the cold metal of the spear creeping onto his neck from just a few centimeters away. Then, proceeding that, he hears the voice of his co-worker.

Hesitation follows, before a clearing of the throat.

“Shikanoin Heizou. You are being detained and charged under suspicions of murdering (full name) ______ _______. Come along, anything said will be used against you during the investigation.”

The detective couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

With hiccups in his sobs and hyperventilation, he turned his head around as he still held your hands. He kept his composure seeing your deceased figure, but began crying when someone accused him of murdering his lover in cold blood. How could someone not fall apart? You were his partner. His friend. Lover. Other half, he would call it. How dare someone try to pin the blame on him?

“You know I would never kill them,” Heizou said, letting go of your hands as he put his own up in the air. “I loved them so much, why would I kill them…? You were with me when I was getting a gift for…” He would devolve back into his hiccups as he whispered your name uncontrollably.

The silence was deafening. And so was the walk down to the prison. The one in which hundreds of criminals were detained—for crimes similarly horrendous and mundane. Never in a million years would he imagine that he would end up wrongfully accused in this position—just like that Oni fellow.

… after the ordeal passed over, the case closed with Heizou being released, but some person coming forth admitting how they murdered you. Yet, in his heart; the detective knew that your killer roamed free, using this poor woman as a scapegoat for some reason or another.

Unable to continue sleeping in the house that the both of you shared, he would rent a room at an inn and lay awake at night, thinking of how you’d cuddle with him and doze off with him—light snores filling the air from the both of you. But every thought of you was replaced was the image of you on that fated morning, making him shiver and forcing his tears out to roll down his cheeks.

Smothering his face in the pillows, he’d sniffle and absorb the scent of the fresh cloth casing, reminding himself of the scent of you to put him to sleep for the next hour before heading off to work to chase your killer.

Even now, he still leaves his sheets to wash in the sunlight, just like you did when you tended to the house.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: If you're interested in part two, please feel free to request to be on a taglist for it in an ask! Part two will include Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Thoma, and Xiao :)

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milccyx · 2 years

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diluc headcanons

✧˖ genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff!!!!

✧˖ character: diluc x gn!reader

✧˖ tw/cw: mentions of scars because well its diluc, kaeya appeared once, suggestive, making out, muscles, diluc’s yummy ass tits, crepus’s grave is mentioned once, grammatical errors because I wrote this half asleep, not proof read

✧˖ a/n: first fluff fic! had so much fun writing for our favourite flaming hot man <33

adelinde and elzer is like family to diluc so he was extremely nervous when you were going to go visit him for the first time since the both of you started dating, he was afraid they won’t like you but it was still no surprise to see you get along so well with the both of them with your outgoing personality

you tracing and kissing diluc's scars while asking about the stories behind them and his face was flaming red the whole time because he was always insecure about his scars, he was afraid that his scars were going to scare you away and disgust you

adores it when you wear the clothes he bought you during your dates

secretly loves it when he sees you get along and interact with kaeya because eventhough after what happen between the two of them, kaeya is still his dear brother and bestfriend ever since they were little

diluc has a high body temperature because of his vision so he gets very hot most of the time due to wearing those thick ass layers of clothing, that’s why he likes walking around his mansion in a sleeveless turtle neck and a pair of sweat pants while also flustering you with his delicious meaty muscles

a very good cuddle buddy during the winter because he is very warm and you get to use his tits as your personal pillow but do not sleep in the same bed or room as him during the summer because you are going to die from heat stroke /hj

likes to push you against a wall and have your thighs wrapped around his waist while the both of you are making out

goes to crepus’s grave almost everyday to put a fresh new bouquet and to talk to him about you and all the small things the both of you did together, even mentioned about marrying you once or twice but got embarrassed at the thought of it

lets you style his hair everyday even though he grumbles about it while trying to hide his reddening ears, if you ask him to keep that certain style for the rest of the day he would quickly protest but when seeing the eyes you are giving him, he gives in almost instantly

during the rare mornings that he is allowed to stay in, he loves to thread his fingers in your hair and pepper kisses all over your shoulder

loves to kiss your fingers whenever he sees you as a greeting or a goodbye, if the both of you has matching promise rings, he would kiss the ring as a silent promise to be yours forever

loves to have matching stuff but will not even admit it with a gun to his head, matching clothes? yes. matching bracelets? yes. matching rings? yes. matching necklaces? yes.

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xinnabon · 2 years

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"most importantly... my intuition tells me that you're someone special."

(CONFESSION) SHIKANOIN HEIZOU !! heizou x gn!reader

PLEASE DO CONSIDER REQUESTING ME!

going around to see the scenery sure was tiring. completely too late at night after wandering around goofing off with each other's presence.

heizou already plopped down in the bed after all the energy he spent to do this day with you staying at his side at the edge of the bed.

man alive, it really was awkward. you can't just get up immediately now that he's peaceful along with his dreams. no. you can't.

it's been 5 minutes. complete silence. you ended up filling the room with honesty coming from yourself to a big sigh, and release everything out.

"god. i really couldn't stop smiling when i was with you, heizou."

"i haven't told you this yet but since you're sleeping, i won't have to be too embarrassed to admit that, i enjoyed my time with you today. and that, i want to continue on going around inazuma with you. you really did hit me when you said that-- well... trying to say that after a long journey that had came with us, the memory will remain."

looking at the wall then facing downwards fiddling with your fingers.

"truth is. i don't know... i think that--"

you were about to put your hand down in the bed but some other... hits you?

"oops."

"... heizou?"

you realized and then you stood in place, bringing your hand back into your lap.

"haha. um... can you continue that last part?"

god he really did manage to catch that. no, no... did he catch everything that you said? no focus just--

"ITHINKTHATIMINLOVEWITHYOU"

"oh. that came out pretty loud... not to mention, pretty quick too."

you were already at the edge of overthinking and looking down to your lap. you seriously embarrassed yourself. sitting there silent now that heizou lets out a giggle.

"well, i don't want you to overthink a bit too much soooo... you aren't the only one who's in love in this relationship."

staring back to him as you stunned in place. waiting for him to say everything.

"truth is, i admire your honesty with me. though, i'd really like it if you'd just open up to me more about what you think. you can try to relax now. no need to worry, thinking 'he'll never like me, won't he?!' or 'there's no way he'll ever take interest in me!' or... whatever it is you're thinking."

"i really, really like you as well. you don't need to be embarrassed but if you want to restart on what you want to tell me, go ahead."

you're actually dreaming, aren't you? blinking too much as he. he just sits there right before you. no way this is happening. this can't be.

facing him you tried to relax and go all out.

"shikanoin heizou... i think that, i want to be your partner forevermore with you. and if it's alright... i want to take things slow so, will you go out on a date with me?"

a soft smile going across his face.

"quite formal, don't you think? though, i liked that you tried. no, no. love. i loved that you tried."

his hands rests on top of yours. oh how cold his hands were.

"yes. i do want you to take me out on a date..." a slight bloom in his cheeks and immediately took you outside of his doorstep and bid you goodnight.

it's happening. you can probably hear him through the door, screeching out in a giddy mood now that you are finally taking him on a date.

he'd wish that he was able to know more about this side of you. he probably baited you in to confess your feelings to make sure you felt the same. clearly he had judgement on you for the time being with him.

his and your room is just across each other and the literal image of showing excitement for a new day, a new beginning, and to settle things over for just the two of you.

a/n: a cutesy and a cracked up confession is what i need for this night. clearly didn't made an effort and completely did what i did that was running through my mind.

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june-again · 4 months

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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.

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imongmamabitch · 1 year

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A Knight and a King

...notes: i'm backkkkk, there will be a part 2 :D

...contains: Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!reader, royal au, angst, mentions of blood and violence

“I forbid you.”

You looked up and spoke with a stern voice, “With all due respect my king, you cannot do that.” Diluc looks down at you with stern eyes, “I can, I am king, you will follow my orders.” You sigh and bow your head again, “My king, we are under siege, there is no time for this.” Diluc sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Rise.”

You do as you are ordered and look at your king, his face is no longer stern and is now sullen, “Please, you know why I’m doing this.”

“I know.” you said solemnly, “But we both know where our duties lie. I have to go.” You both could hear the screaming and destruction of the kingdom from where you stood, there was no time for this argument but you can’t directly disobey your ruler. “I am not a Kingsguard so I cannot stay. I must fight with my brethren out there, it’s where I belong.” You say, trying to convince him to let you go even though you would still be going nevertheless what he says.

“I can’t let you die.” you heard him whisper. You didn’t know what to say or do. This was inevitable, you were going to die serving him, it’s just how it is. It’s your duty to give your life and entire being to him. He is the one that mustn't die. He’s far too important, while you were just one in a sea of the same knights. Offering their life to their ruler, having to die for their ruler.

“I can’t let you die either.” You didn’t know when you both moved but all of a sudden, you were both close to each other, merely a hair’s breadth apart. You could feel the sadness flowing out of him.

“It’s my honor to die for you, Your Majesty.” you whisper before pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving the throne room.

You couldn’t look back, you just know that there was heartbreak painted on his face, as you feel yours when you finally left his line of sight. Diluc felt the tears prick his eyes, and let them flow freely. He was alone, he could cry and wallow in his sorrow as he helplessly watched his beloved walk towards danger.

He may be king but there’s nothing he could do to change your ever stubborn mind.

He loved you for that but right now, he wished you weren’t.

Diluc sobbed and wailed, clinging onto the hope that you would live and come back to him, alive and well. Hope is what kept him going as the enemies continued to surge his kingdom. All he could do was sit and wait. Wait for the agonistic screams to end. For the blood to finally run freely through the soil.

Would he even have a kingdom to rule by the end of this siege?

No, he must be optimistic, his soldiers, his knights are the best the Archons ever had to offer. He knows they’re all strong willed and capable, especially you. He had seen your strength and strategic prowess first hand. He knew what you were capable of, what you’re capable of doing. He won’t ever doubt your skills but were they enough to defeat an army of thousands?

Highly doubtful.

He was pulled back into reality when a knock reverberated from his room’s door. “Come in.” he said and Elzer, his butler, entered, “Your Majesty, there’s news of the siege.” This made Diluc stand up in anticipation, “And?”

Elzer looked hesitant to deliver the news but pushed on, “[name] has been mortally wounded.”

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lightbluewriter · 1 month

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Welcome to my lair!

After being passively present in the Genshin fandom since November 2020, I decided to be more actively present and start a Genshin writing blog. One of the primary reasons is because I've noticed the lack of fanfiction with gender neutral and male readers. I may open this blog to other fandoms in the future, but for now I'd rather only write for one. I write both my own works as well as requests, although I have some ground rules:

I do not write taboo relationships. This includes incest and large age differences. I don’t think I need to explain why.

This blog includes NSFW. However, it will be tagged so minors can filter out such content. I do not write NSFW including any bodily fluids, violence, yandere, dubcon, or noncon. You also must specify whether you want a male or gender neutral reader. I currently don't feel comfortable writing from a female reader, but this is subject to change.

I prefer not to write angst. I don’t have anything against angst inherently; I’m simply not comfortable writing it because I prefer writing wholesome things.

I do not take anon requests. This is because when I fulfill requests, I do not respond to asks or submissions publicly. I do this in case someone requests multiple headcanons/fics in one ask, or if I need clarification on a request. Therefore, I instead create a separate post for every request. However, once I post a request, I will only reveal the requester if given permission to do so.

Patience is virtue. I will admit I will probably not finish requests quickly. However, this is because I want to make your request as good as it can be, and that takes time, not to mention all of the commitments I have outside of Tumblr.

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etherealphosphor · 6 months

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Bluebell

⟡ Contains: Dottore x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Angst to set the scene, Fluff otherwise, Dottore has amnesia, Reader is married to Dottore

You and Dottore had always been the envy of Snezhnaya, your relationship being quite the popular topic among its citizens. Everyone in the Fatui, from Cicin Mages to the Harbingers themselves, knew about your marriage. It was impossible to be out of the loop, as gossip spread like wildfire in the headquarters. Even if one were to live under a rock, the way Dottore looked at you with pure and unmistakable adoration was a dead giveaway.

For approximately a year, things were peaceful. You spent every day by Dottore’s side, and every night in his embrace. Until one fateful day, when one of Dottore’s experiments failed, and awfully so. The explosion could even be heard from the offices on the upper levels. You also worked in the headquarters, and your heart lurched in fear when you heard the loud bang.

Running down the stairs leading towards his lab, you could feel the panic setting in. There was nothing you could do to help, as Dottore never let you into his lab in fear of something happening to you. Your eyes began tearing up as you saw the walls of his lab completely collapsed, and your blue-haired husband trapped under the rubble. In the past, Dottore had made it very clear to his assistants that, in case of an emergency, they were to hold you back. They honored his request, and you could only watch in horror as the medical staff rushed in to save him, struggling against the arms keeping you from your beloved husband.

In the aftermath of the explosion, Dottore was rushed to the nearby hospital. You sat anxiously in the waiting room, tears streaming down your face. Your heart was beating faster than ever before as you silently prayed to the Tsaritsa to spare his life. Eventually, after what felt like hours, you were given permission to visit Dottore.

When you walked into Dottore’s hospital room, he was asleep on the bed, his chest and the top of his head mostly bandaged up. It pained you to see your husband like that, and as you sat down next to him, he began to slowly open his eyes.

"Darling?" You asked tentatively before reaching out and stroking his cheek.

Dottore looked up at you, his red eyes filled with confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

Your worst nightmare had come true.

The months following the incident had been difficult; however, you were relieved to find that Dottore’s affection for you hadn’t disappeared. The hospital staff had informed you that there was indeed a small chance for him to regain some—if not all—of his memories. That possibility was like the light at the end of the tunnel for you, and no matter how long it would take, you vowed to help Dottore remember your past together. You swore to stay by him in sickness and in health, after all.

One night, as you lay in bed together, Dottore turned over to face you. "Love?"

"Yes darling? What is it?" You asked, a little worried that something might be wrong.

"I’m sorry that I can’t remember anything right now; it must really hurt you. My memories—they’re all so hazy. But I do recall how I felt, and I want you to understand that my feelings haven’t changed a bit." Dottore said, a comforting look in his eyes.

You smiled at him. "Dottore, you’ve reminded me of that nearly every night since you got back from the hospital. Don’t worry; I know you still love me, and I’m very glad to have you in my life."

"I know I’ve told you many times, but I feel like I need to assure you, or else you may fret about it." Dottore spoke softly, reaching out to stroke your hair.

"Love, I won’t. What’s most important right now is that you get a good night’s sleep. Tell you what, I’ll take you to where we first met tomorrow morning; maybe it’ll help your memory a little."

Dottore smiled at your words and nodded. "That’d be great." He paused for a second before hesitantly asking, ".. may I hold you?"

Something about his strangely shy tone evoked an odd feeling in your chest. Even after all the years you spent together with him, he still found new ways to stir the butterflies in your stomach. Without even answering his question, you wrapped your arms around his body, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Dottore gently put a hand on the top of your head, calmly stroking your hair. The warmth of your husband’s skin and the rhythm of his heart made you slowly drift off to sleep. No matter how difficult things got, you’d always have him.

When you woke up in the morning, Dottore was still sleeping soundly next to you, a peaceful look on his face. Your eyes fell to the scars on his chest left by the accident, a constant reminder of the time you nearly lost him. Despite all of Dottore’s strength as the Second of the Fatui Harbingers, one mistake could have ended his life.

Your mind began to race at the possibilities of what could have happened if even one little factor had been changed. Would he not be lying next to you right now if he’d been even a foot closer to the explosion?

Unconsciously, you reached out to touch those rough patches on his skin, accidentally rousing him from his sleep. Your breathing was a little shallow as your brain spiraled. Despite just waking up, Dottore instantly recognized your distress and pulled you into his arms.

"Darling, can you breathe deeply for me? Hyperventilating will only make you feel worse." Dottore said softly as he stroked your back, trying to soothe your anxiety.

After about a minute, your breathing slowed down with much encouragement from Dottore. His gentle words and touch grounded you; he was here, not back in the accident. And he never would be, because things were okay now.

"I’m sorry for waking you, Love. I was just overthinking again; that’s all." You spoke quietly, with a tinge of guilt in your voice.

Picking up on it, Dottore began to reassure you. "It’s not your fault for being anxious, [Name]. What happened back then was very traumatic for you; it’d leave a lasting impact on anyone. So don’t apologize to me for anything; you don’t need to. Plus, I don’t need to sleep in any longer than I did; if you’re feeling that way again, please don’t hesitate to ask me for help, even if I’m asleep."

Dottore knew exactly what to say to calm your mind; he always had. Cuddling up next to him once more, you breathed in his scent as he brushed through your hair with his fingers.

"We should get ready soon, darling. I promised to take you to where we first met, after all."

"Don’t feel obligated to; if you’d prefer to stay at home today, that’s fine." Dottore said as he continued to run his fingers through your hair.

"I want to go as well, Dottore. My offer to take you still stands." You assured him as you began to get out of bed.

Once you two had gotten ready, you led Dottore out of the house. Due to losing his memories, Dottore was unfamiliar with the streets he once knew so well, so you had to show him the way.

After a short stroll through the main city of Snezhnaya, you stopped at a large building made from grey stone bricks of varying lengths and shades.

Reading the sign on the front of it, Dottore asked, "We met at the library?"

"Yeah, we did. It was by pure coincidence that I even talked to you in the first place." You replied with a soft smile on your face. It had been so long since that day, and oh, how things had changed.

Hand in hand, you brought Dottore into the library and up the stairs to the second floor. You led him over to a small reading corner surrounded by large windows, which contained a singular round wooden table with two plush chairs on either side. A strong sense of deja vu washed over Dottore as he walked closer to the room.

You motioned for him to sit down, then took your own place next to the table. You gazed fondly around the room for a brief moment, before resting your eyes on your husband, who sat in front of you.

"I was sitting in this very chair when we had our first conversation." You paused, thinking back on that day. "You know, I was scared of you at first."

"You were... scared of me? Why?" Dottore asked with a confused look on his face.

You chuckled. "Darling, have you forgotten you’re ranked second out of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers? Of course I was terrified."

"[Name], I’ve been reminded of what my title entails, but nothing of the reputation it holds." Dottore explained. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Let’s just say... You were a very intimidating man back then. Everyone who didn’t know you properly fled in terror when they saw you."

"Really? Have people changed how they view me since the accident?"

"Not exactly; you’ve kept your status and title, after all. That’s what people are afraid of."

Dottore thought that over for a minute, then hesitantly asked, "Love, was I wrong to you in the past?"

Surprised by his words, you responded, "Archons no, what would make you think that?"

"You kept saying how frightening I was back then—and how I apparently still am. I can’t help but worry that I did something awful to you."

You reached out to gently stroke Dottore’s cheek, assuring him. "Oh, darling, I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear. I don’t think you’re any of those things. Sure, back when we first met, I was scared by your title like everyone else. But as we got acquainted, I saw a different side of you, one which was nothing like the man the public viewed you as."

"I’m glad." Dottore paused, before asking, "Could you possibly tell me about the day we met, since we’re here?"

"Of course, I’d be happy to." You continued, "It was a particularly gloomy day, and a heavy blanket of snow covered the ground—the amount being more than it usually was. Despite all of that, I couldn’t stand being inside; I instead decided to go out into the storm. Many of the buildings and stores in the city were closed, but the library wasn’t."

"Oh dear, I hope you didn’t freeze to death; Snezhnaya is already a harsh place as it is." Dottore said softly.

"You worry too much, my love. I was perfectly fine." You replied, assuring him.

"Alright, I’m simply making sure. Isn’t that what a husband ought to do?"

"Darling, that happened six years ago." You chuckled, but you could feel your heart fluttering at his concern.

"Well, I’m still going to express my worry regardless of how much time has passed, and that’s final." Dottore smiled at you, before saying, "anyway, please go on. I’d love to hear the rest of the story."

That smile of his only made your heart beat faster. "As I said, the library wasn’t closed, so I decided to head over to warm up inside. After all, I went there a lot back then to relax. Coincidentally, when I climbed up the stairs, you were there, sitting in my usual spot.

"When I saw the Second Harbinger himself seated in that chair, I really did consider turning around and walking all the way back to my apartment through the deep snow. However, hearing my footsteps, you looked up from your book towards me. Once you’d sensed my presence, I figured there was no turning back. After all, it would’ve been highly disrespectful to run the opposite way when you looked at me.

"So, despite my shaking legs, I made my way over and sat down across from you. Despite having your mask on, I knew you were looking directly at me. Though terrified, I attempted to make small talk to fill the silence. That small talk turned into a full conversation, and then another, and another; we barely realized how late it was, and we were only alerted to the time when it had gotten quite dark outside. You gently took my hand in yours and walked me home to make sure I was safe, only bidding me farewell when I was at my door."

Dottore silently listened to your story, smiling softly as you finished telling it. "I wish I could remember that day; it sounded like it was a truly lovely one."

Noticing the slight falter in Dottore’s smile as he said that, you gave him a quick kiss. "It’s okay, darling. Don’t fret; we’ll make many more beautiful memories together in the future. Anywhere you want to go, I’ll take you."

Without another word, Dottore stood up and pulled you into his arms, fully picking you up off the ground.

"I—wha—what are you doing?" You stuttered, quite flustered as well as a little confused.

"Taking you home, like I did back then." He simply said.

"Darling, you held my hand to lead me back to my apartment. You didn’t carry me!" You replied, chuckling.

Dottore continued walking, his grip on you firm yet comfortable. "Hm, well, I prefer it this way. So I will have it this way."

You sighed, nuzzling closer to him. "You’ve always been like this, and I love you for it."

That night, you couldn’t bear to leave Dottore’s embrace for even a second. Comforted by his scent and the warmth of his skin, you drifted off peacefully. For a moment, it was easy to forget that the accident had ever happened. He still held you the exact same way as he used to, after all. Some things truly never change.

When Dottore woke up the next morning, he noticed that you weren’t cuddled up next to him as you usually were. "[Name]..? Where—"

"I’m right here, darling. Don’t worry." Just then, you walked into the room, holding a mug in both hands.

Dottore looked at you as you sat down on the bed next to him, his tone still a little sleepy. "What’s in the mug?"

"It’s coffee; you’ll like it. I swear." You said, offering it to him.

Dottore hesitated, unsure. "I don’t want to take something you made for yourself."

"No, no. Darling, I made it for you." You chuckled, smiling at him.

"You did?" Dottore looked a little surprised. "You’re too sweet, darling. Are you suggesting I drink it because I liked it back then?" Dottore took the cup, staring at its contents.

"You’re right, my love. It used to be your favorite."

The drink was as dark as the abyss, and smelled quite strongly. Dottore put the mug to his lips, and tentatively took a sip. Instantly, his eyes lit up, and he drank nearly half the cup.

Dottore’s expression made your heart skip a beat. He looked so happy to be experiencing his drink of choice for the first time again.

Dottore then downed the rest of the cup, and looked up at you with a sparkle in his deep red eyes. "Darling, could you make me another? Or, even better, teach me how to make such a lovely drink?"

"Love, if I teach you, you’ll make yourself crazy. Too much caffeine can give you anxiety. However, I'm sure another cup won’t hurt you." You smiled at him, and then walked out of the room to brew him another drink.

Day after day, Dottore woke up with you in his arms, and each morning, you made him coffee for him to have with breakfast. Life had been very lovely, but there had been little to no progress in recovering any of Dottore’s memories.

Even so, you refused to give up.

One evening, when Dottore had gotten back from work, you seemed quite eager to show him something.

"Darling, quick, follow me!" You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs.

Although Dottore was a little dazed at your enthusiasm, he followed you to the second floor of the house. "What is it, my love? Do you have something to show me?"

You dragged him over to a window in the bedroom and began to unlock it. Once you were done, you pushed it open and began to climb out onto the roof, leading Dottore along with you.

"[Name], are you sure this is safe? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt." Dottore said as he carefully stepped out, holding onto you tightly.

"Actually, coming up here was your idea in the first place. Back then, at least." You replied, sitting down on the roof, dangling your legs over the edge.

Dottore sat down next to you. "Even so, you need to be careful, darling."

Ignoring his words, you nudged him and pointed up at the sky. "Look."

As the sun began to set, the clouds were dusted with a beautiful pink color, painting a stunning picture. Dottore was not particularly intrigued by beautiful landscapes, but even he was enamored by such a scene. Especially if his beloved was watching it with him.

While Dottore was gazing at the sky, you pulled a small bunch of bluebell flowers out of a pocket in your coat, and extended your arm to offer the gift to him.

Noticing the sweet smell, he looked down and saw the pretty blue blossoms in your hand.

"..Are these for me..?" Dottore spoke, a blush rising in his cheeks.

You nodded, smiling gently. "They are. Back then, you loved to give me bluebells on any occasion you could."

Dottore closed his eyes and put the flowers to his nose, breathing in the scent. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he turned to face you. "Darling? Did I.. did I ask you to marry me up here?"

You looked at him in surprise. "Y—you remember?"

Dottore’s deep red eyes were shining with happy tears. "I do! I remember!"

Dottore wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you deeply. Draping your arms around his neck, you reciprocated his passion, letting yourself melt into his embrace.

Unexpectedly, Dottore pinned you down, and pushed your head to one side. Softly, he began to bite your neck all over, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Oh Archons, he knew how to drive you crazy.

"Darling, didn’t you say to be careful? Aren’t you afraid we might fall?" You teased, a little out of breath.

Pausing for a moment, Dottore replied, "I would never allow you to fall."

Dottore moved his face away from your neck, instead pressing his lips to yours once more. He tilted your chin up as he fervently kissed you over and over, pouring all his love into the act.

The sun had long ago set when you two finally climbed back through the window.

In bed, Dottore pulled you into his arms, and whispered in your ear, "Sweet dreams, my lovely Bluebell."

"Found a new petname for me, huh?"

"Indeed, it suits you. You’re sweet-smelling, pretty, and you help me get my memories back." Dottore said softly.

You chuckled. "Where in the world did you ever learn to be this charming?"

Yet again, you spent the rest of the night cuddled up next to him, sleeping soundly. His body next to yours was something you were forever grateful for, and you hoped you’d never have to sleep alone again, like you did when he was being treated all those months ago.

You slept, knowing there was hope. Maybe, one day in the future, Dottore would truly recall all those years you spent together. But for now, one memory is enough.

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