#~ not a simple symptom! ♡ request done ~

[instant-delusions]

OH MY GOSH are you a rafayel lover too 😭 i swear, i love him so much! and im happy that l&ds comnunity is growing here that a new ff of raffy is posted everyday when i refresh the tags! im glad u seem enthusiastic to accept requests 😔 my raffy brainrot is so bad i need my fix!

can i request? we know rafayel has some sort of "abandonment issues" and we know where it stems from and how it manifests (where he says mc can do what they want as long as they come back to him or let him know what they're doing 😭) and imagine that mc GENUINELY forgets bc she's tired from all the work as a hunter, and when she meets raffy again, he's quiet and she's trying to prod a word out of him but he won't budge cuz he's hurt 😭 and u can go on from there! aargh i love hurt/comfort so much.

happy valentines!! (in advance) 😔🎊🎂

YES rafa is my babygirl. my muse. my glubglubglub. my everything. HE'S SUPER RELATABLE TOO ??? HELP my abandonment issues are literally the same, I'm almost offended 😭😭💔 tysm for the request & happy early valentinesss 💓💓💓

ʟᴏ$ᴇʀ=ʟ♡ᴠᴇʀ !

rafayel x reader

cw: burn-out like symptoms, wounds/blood, arguing, cursing, hurt & comfort

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6:00 a.m., you skimmed over rafayel's last message and told yourself to reply later - of course, as fate does, a super strong wanderer appeared which occupied you for an excruciating, multiple hour long fight. it was night when you returned home, stripping off your uniform and throwing your gun on the kitchen counter. You barely made it to bed, soaking your sheets in a bit of blood before completely passing out.

it was noon when you woke up again and evening when you were done with your report and bandaging your wound. finally, you were able to check your phone, and it doomed on you. rafayel's message stayed unreplied. you scrolled down his other three texts.

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11am rafa: are u ok?

12am rafa: (y/n), can I come over?

1pm: are u serious? not this again.

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you furrowed your eyebrows in regret, but exhaled painfully right after. your wound opened again.

you were forced on another, quicker mission that night, but it still left you exhausted, your former wound nagging at you still. once again you came home late, passed out, and woke up around noon. opening your phone, there were no new messages.

quickly, you pressed the call button and were shocked to find the artist wasn't picking up.

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5:00 pm y/n: hey, sry rafayel. work has been a lot lately.

5:01 pm y/n: I'm rlly sorry

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wincing, you sat down, your heart beating anxiously for some reason. 'what if this is it? I broke his promise. there's no reason for him to stay. it's fair, but I need him around. because...'

because you like him. it's selfish, you want him around although you barely fill his needs. suddenly, a very familiar dark cloud forms in your stomach and you feel depressed. deeming another relationship ruined by your work, you open social media to drown out the silence.

several hours passed until a knock at your door ripped you out your daze. quickly, you got up and open it. "rafayel." you say, his name coming out almost like a sigh of relief before you could register it. he was dressed in his white shirt, and white pants adorned with an intricate silver belt - he looked put together as always. you, on the other hand, were in an oversized tee, messy hair and deep eyebags with chapped lips. "hi." he simply greeted, making his way into your apartment.

you followed him, breathing anxiously at his unreadable aura. "listen, rafayel - I'm sorry, I wanted to reply and text you but.."

"you forgot." he replied, crossing his arms. there was a look of hurt and disappointment in his face. "it's not that simple." you argued, breathing in to continue, but he emotionally cut you off. "it is, though. (y/n), if you'd like me enough, a simple task like keeping me updated would be easy."

"rafayel. I like you, I like you a lot but..." you breathed in deeply, the harshness of his words getting to you enough to make your eyes teary. defeated, you sat down on your couch, burying your face in your hands. "these past days have been a lot, I could barely take care of myself and most of the time I was either fighting, passed out or tending to my wounds..." you trailed off weakly - due to your eyes being covered, you couldn't see rafayel's eyebrows raising in shock at your reaction, his arms slowly sinking.

"I swear if I'd have a normal life, I'd text you regularly, but it's not." slowly, you raise your head to meet his eyes - yours were puffy and red, tears streamed down your face. rafayel stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

"it'd be selfish of me to wish for you to stick by me while i don't fulfill your needs, i know i'm not a good...friend. I try to do my best, rafa. you mean a lot to me, but i understand if you want to leave. you deserve someone better."

at this point, tears were streaming down your face freely, and soft sobs escaped your throat. rafayel lowered his gaze, afraid he'd sink to his knees and beg for forgiveness instead. after a while, he sat next to you, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb across your hand as he watched your body move with your sobs. "(Y/N), there is not a single part of you that is selfish."

gently, he holds your cheek and makes you look at him. his hand remains there as he continues talking.

"rather, it is me who is selfish. i crave your attention and validation, and feel hurt if i don't receive it. i'm sorry for being petty, i should've come over sooner. and..."

rafayel moves his hand to wipe away your tears and softly kisses your forehead, he smiles as he hears you breathe out softly.

"i could never bring it over my heart to part from you."

you gaze into his rich, magenta eyes and feel your heartstrings pull towards him. it's as if there were a bridge between your chests. closing your eyes, you feel your love for him blooming in the valleys of your bloodstream and bubbling out of your skin, and it weirdly feels as old as millenia, as if you'd known this love all your life, and all the lives you lived before.

"i'm glad." you smiled wobbly, "i feel the same." with a sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder and let your body relax.

"i dunno how to feel about you calling us 'friends', though."

[azaleakoneko]

Doctor’s Orders

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem|Reader

Requested by: @strawheart-pirate

A/N: Hii! I went back and forth for a bit about how exactly to do this prompt, but I hope you like it 😊. It was a nice little challenge ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Super short lived anxiety to set the scene for the fluff! Soft Doctor Law 🫰

Word count: 3.4k

Please note that just because this work is fluff and appropriate for consumption of any age, that cannot be said about the rest of my blog. This is primarily an 18+ Blog and will stay that way, so keep that in mind, thank you!

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༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚

༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚

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Docking on islands to restock when possible certainly wasn’t unusual, but what was intended to be a short stay somehow turned from one day to three — from three to a week and then two as Law agreed to take on patients in return for the supplies he was receiving.

Normally he would’ve just done the bare minimum to get in and out of a town before getting too comfortable and letting his guard down, but something about this island didn’t want to let go of him. It was like he had been called there and didn’t quite know the reason, that is until he met you.

You were so sweet and personable with himself and his crew as you took it upon yourself to load his temporary office with the required supplies donated by the town. At first he hardly spoke a word to you aside from the usual gratitude, but he couldn’t help but take an interest in you the more you came around — admiring how hard you worked to help them out when you really didn’t need to. Your excuse was always something along the lines of ‘doing your due diligence for the town’, or simple enough excuses of citizens personally asking you to deliver goods on their behalf, but to him it always felt like there were words left unsaid behind those pretty lips of yours.

Eventually he accepted that alongside his frequent supply deliveries would be an opportunity to get to know you better, something he disliked less and less the more you opened up to him. Your smile alone made his heart leap and his face heat in a way that left him wondering for a while if perhaps he had caught something while treating the locals. However, after similar symptoms popping up at things like the sound of your voice, slight lingering touches from your delicate hands when you passed him things, or even the way you’d take an interest in his work — even the doctor had to admit to himself that there was more to his interest than just appreciation and that he indeed wasn’t sick. At least, not the type of sick medicine would cure.

Things continued progressing this way, sweet and slow, until one day there was a sudden heavy storm that threw off the routine he had grown to love.

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“She should have been here by now…” Law said to himself as his mind began to drift to the worst case scenarios as he rose to his feet, shoes thudding against the floor anxiously as he walked over to the heavy wooden door, swinging it open to stare out into the downpour. His heart sank and he had knots in the depths of his stomach at the thought of something terrible happening to you. His eyes scanned the darkened horizon and immediately widened when he saw a soaked figure surrounded by parcels being pelted by a merciless torrent of rain. Without a second thought he had already bolted out the door alongside a snap of lightning and rolling thunder outside, thinking about nothing else other than ensuring you hadn’t been harmed.

“Y/N! What were you even thinking still trying to make your delivery run out here in this nasty weather?” Law said with a bite to his voice, but the tremble gave away his true worry. “Come on, let’s get you inside so I can look you over and make sure these scrapes are just artificial.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to retort as he swept your drenched body up into his arms and began to carry you back inside, disregarding the drips littering the floor as he moved to place you down on the sterilized bed usually reserved for the temporary patients that came to see him. “Just lay back and let me check, alright? You’ve seen me use this before, so there’s nothing to fear y/n-ya.”

You nodded and would’ve attempted to stifle a giggle from his concern if it weren’t for your chattering teeth and trembling body preventing you from finding much of anything funny at the moment. “Mhm, I-I trust y-you Doctor.” You managed to murmur out, feeling a bit guilty for making a mess and causing so much unnecessary concern all because you wanted to keep to your schedule so you could spend another evening chatting with him about everything under the now clouded over sun. You certainly got your wish, but you hoped it didn’t come at the cost of wasting his time. “Oh n-no, the supplies!” You said, attempting to sit up and move.

Law placed a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulder with his eyebrows knit together in concern, not even needing to use much force to get you to lay back down on the mattress. “Supplies be damned — they can always be replaced, you on the other hand can’t be. Now let me do my examination before you try to move again. Doctor's orders, you hear me?”

You complied, wet clothing making a soft squelch against the plastic of the bed as you settled in, laying perfectly still with your gaze locked on him in fascination as he began to use his devil fruit powers to check over you with extreme precision. You already knew it was no use protesting until he had made sure himself, regardless of what you said. “S-So? What’s the verdict Doc? Am I gonna live?” You asked with a smirk, wishing you had a warm change of clothes so your teasing wouldn’t lose part of its playful effect from your continued shivering.

Hearing you joke around paired with the conclusive results of his powers had his shoulders sagging in relief. He sighed and put a tattooed hand to his head, satisfied that you really weren’t injured. “Yeah, thankfully you’re gonna be fine. Seriously though, what were you thinking y/n? You’re lucky you weren’t out there too long before I found you.”

“Still w-worrying about me, Trafalgar? I’m fine, really. I’m just a l-little cold and um, quite d-damp…” You said as you lifted one of your waterlogged sleeves as an example. “I just wanted to bring you what you needed — you’re not mad are you? I’m really sorry, I j-just wanted to see you.” It was clear enough by your honest tone that you were remorseful, but it made you worry if you had said something wrong when you saw him look momentarily bewildered by your innocent confession before it seemed the puzzle pieces finally clicked together in his mind. It was for him.

“…” Law looked upset but said nothing as he shook his head and offered his hand out for you to help you up from the examination table. “No, I’m not mad. Not at you or the situation,” He said as he waited for you to sit up and have a firm grip on his hand. “-so yeah, I was worried about you. Now come on, I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can shower and get warmed up. Wouldn’t want you to actually get sick… I have some things I can give you to change into when you’re done. I’ll leave them by the door and toss your wet clothes into the dryer afterwards. Does that sound okay with you?”

You nodded with a genuine smile, more than happy to have been offered his kindness instead of a frigid biting response on this already chilly evening. “Mhm, t-thank you very much d-doctor.” You muttered thankfully as he ushered you into the bathroom and waited for you to close the door.

Once you turned the water on and began to strip away the wet garments that had been stripping you of your body heat you heard his footsteps recede for a bit, returning a few minutes later with a soft rap on the door with his fingers that read ‘e’ and ‘a’. It nearly made you jump since you weren’t accustomed to showering at someone else’s home, let alone someone you were infatuated with, but he was respectful and as promised left the dry clothing by the door; his yellow sweatshirt with his crew’s symbol and a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

“Take your time, I’ll get started on making something hot for you to drink when you get out. Feel free to use any of the stuff in the shower, I don’t mind. Just leave the wet things on the floor, I’ll take care of them.” He called out as he headed to the kitchen, letting you ease into the steaming water to ease away the chill and scrub away the wet filth.

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When you got out you felt fully refreshed, the shivering from the cold now replaced with a slight nervous tremble as you looked at yourself in his clothes — a slight blush decorating your cheeks. “He’s just being nice, don’t think too much of it..” you said to yourself as you ignored your own words, gripping the front of the hoodie and bringing it up to your nose to inhale the scent that still lingered there. It was a musky pine scent that made butterflies tingle in your stomach before you dropped the material and cleared your throat, not wanting to be flustered when you joined him again.

You left the wet items on the floor despite feeling a bit guilty for leaving a mess, but he did say he would take care of it after all. Since you were done you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom and going to look for him. It didn’t take long, you just followed your nose to the alluring scent of hot chocolate and peppermint to the kitchen; eyes widening in delight when you saw the steaming cup topped with whipped cream just waiting for you on the table across from the considerate doctor himself.

“That smells delicious! Thank you, Trafalgar…” You gasped as you picked up the cup and eagerly took a sip, disregarding the white foam that now covered the top part of your lip. The hot liquid scorched your tongue and throat a little as you gulped it down, but the way it warmed your insides had you sighing contentedly before flashing him a grateful smile. “I don’t know how to repay you for all of this…”

“There is no need for you to repay me y/n. You do plenty just by bringing me supplies and giving me company all the time…” Law said as he held up a hand and shook his head, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks as he looked at you. It also seemed you weren’t the only one that liked how you looked in his clothing, evident by the way he could hardly take his eyes off of you now. “If you really want to thank me though, please be more careful. I like seeing you too, but not if it puts you at risk.” He said before diverting his attention from you and grabbing his own cup in an attempt to hide his embarrassment from sounding like an overprotective partner when it hadn’t even been something in your control — let alone the fact that he was just being a friend to you and nothing more.

At least that’s what he continued to think to himself as he put his cup down and cleared his throat. “I’m really glad that you’re alright though... It’s still too stormy out there for me to feel comfortable sending you home. You can stay here tonight if you’re comfortable with that? I can take the couch — you can go ahead and take the bed for the night.”

You nearly choked on your drink when you heard him offer his bed for the night, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of not having to leave was appealing. You carefully set the cup down with a delicate clink against the table and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “R-Really? I wouldn’t want to impose… I can take the couch, it’s not a problem. Besides, I’m not even tired yet.” That was true enough. How could you possibly be tired now knowing you would be sleeping under the same roof as your beloved doctor? It seemed impossible, improbable even, yet that was your current predicament thanks to the heavy rains.

“Tired or not it wouldn’t be right to have you sleep on the couch when I have a perfectly good bed you could use. Doctor’s orders.” Law said as a playful smirk began to pull at the corners of his lips, clearly loving being able to take advantage of his title to force your hand on the sleeping arrangements. Not like he minded — he’d fallen asleep in much more uncomfortable places than a soft, warm couch during his countless hours of medicinal study.

You puffed your cheeks up and crossed your arms but knew he’d already made up his mind. “Fine, but can we just… talk for a while? I mean, I did almost die and all just so I could come and give you some company.” Sure it was a dramatization, but he was already not playing fair so you weren’t going to either. “Or are visiting hours done for the night?”

Law scoffed amusedly and walked around the table so he was in front of you before plopping one of his hands on the top of your head to ruffle your hair softly. “I think I can push back visiting hours, just for you. But first... you have something on your face just here—” he mumbled as he raised his other hand, index finger swiping along your top lip to collect the forgotten cream from the hot chocolate before thoughtlessly popping his finger into his mouth, swirling the cream off of his finger with his tongue before realizing that was probably too much.

You were stunned as you watched him, feeling your heart skip from his closeness and the random act of intimacy. “T-Trafalgar…?” You stuttered his name quietly, all hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks gone out the window. If it were possible you’d probably have steam coming out of your ears, but in reality you stood there like a deer in headlights with widened eyes and a yearning expression on your face. Part of you wished he would’ve just kissed you to get it off, only making your mortification worse.

Law thought about it too as he saw your sweet, confused yet wanting expression, but he wasn’t sure if it would be too much so he chose to back off a bit with a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head and took a step back. “Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away didn’t I… Here, let me take your cup. We can just go sit on the couch and talk until you get tired, if I didn’t make things weird?”

It took a moment for your brain to rewire, but when it did you cleared your throat and shook your head. “U-Um it’s not weird, I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought you were going to.. going to um..” you began to say before stopping yourself. “Never mind, it’s not important! S-Sure, sounds good to me.” Never before had you wanted to kick yourself more than in that moment, but he just smiled at you knowingly as he took the cup from you and began to wash it in the sink along with his own before setting them both in the dish rack side by side.

He then led you to the couch and let you get settled before sitting beside you, noticing your feeble attempts at maintaining distance as the two of you discussed everything you’d initially planned on bringing up to him. That didn’t last long however. The more you talked and the later it got, the more you sank into his side until he had his arm slung comfortably behind you, casually holding onto you as if it were a normal thing between the two of you. It was comforting paired with the sound of the rain still pelting the windows outside, urging you to stay inside with Law where it was safe and warm.

“Are you getting tired yet…?” Law asked softly as he raised his other hand to tuck some of your loose strands behind your ear, feeling his heart spill over with warmth and unbridled affection when you looked up at him. His devil fruit allowed him to steal hearts at will, but that look you gave him alone ensured that you had stolen his without even trying. “You look like you’re barely keeping your eyes open. I can carry you to the bed if you need me to, y/n.”

A sleepy pout knitted your brows together and your hand attempted to grip onto his shirt in protest but your grip was hardly strong enough to do so when you were only barely staving off the lull of sleep thanks to his attentiveness and warmth. “I’m not falling asleep. I’m wide awake, see…?” You said as you made a show of widening your eyes just for your lids to quickly return to their half lidded state — your hand partially sliding down his chest since it took everything you had just to stay conscious.

Law chuckled, his laugh reverberating in his chest and making you shake slightly and making it ten times harder to stay awake from hearing the soft pleasant sound you adored so much so closely. “Yeah, I see that…” he said as he sighed and pulled you closer into his side, angling his hold on you so that it would be easier for him to scoop you up and carry you into the room when you finally passed out. “You put up a good fight, but I think it’s the sandman’s shift with you now sweetheart…”

If you were more conscious that comment would’ve sent you into another fluster, but all you could process was him trying to move you and it resulted in you using the last of your energy to cling to him. “Please just let me stay wherever you are, Traffy…”

Law paused for a moment at your use of a nickname on him in return while asking something like that of him. It was so cute watching you fight him even now, and he had to admit it was a nice thought — getting to fall asleep with you tucked inside of his arms, safe from the rainstorm and warm in his bed. He sighed once more and leaned his head down to place a chaste kiss against your forehead as a distraction before swiping you up effortlessly in his arms, head nestled against his shoulder, and took you into the darkness of his organized bedroom to lay you down on his bed.

He placed you down on the bed, helping you slip under the covers with a tender smile on his face as he watched you dig your face into his pillow and visibly relax. “That’s it, get comfortable.” He hummed quietly as he tried to back off and let you fall deeper into the slumber you so badly tried to put off, but your hand caught his when he tried to walk away, your next words making him feel like he had no choice but to give you whatever you wanted.

“Can you please stay with me? I want you here…” You said with a half conscious yawn, struggling to open your eyes and look at him. He’d be sure to tease you in the morning about how you refused to let him leave the room, but for now his resolve crumbled and he crawled into the bed beside you, pulling you against his chest — not even surprised at the contented hum that left your lips as you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, eyelids beginning to flutter closed once again now that you’d gotten what you wanted. “Thank you, that’s much better. Goodnight Traffy, you’re the best…”

Law couldn’t take how sweet you were being to him, feeling like he would burst from the happiness he felt. He stroked your hair affectionately with one hand as he gently tilted your face towards his, almost talking himself out of it when he saw your sleepy confused expression, but nonetheless he pressed his lips to yours in a short and sweet kiss. “Goodnight y/n… Sleep well, sweetheart.” Then he sank into the bed and pulled you close once more.

There was so much more he wanted to say, so much he wanted to offer you; like joining him on the Polar Tang when they did decide to leave, but that would have to wait until both of you were rested. For now all he wanted to do was wait out the rain wrapped up in this cozy little bubble with you.

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[maple--cafe]

Hey there! Saw requests were open, so hopefully you don’t mind me asking for some Kiibo fluff headcannons with a female S/O?

of course, anon! it's around 5AM over here so i'm working on these requests early today!,,,

i hope these are to your liking, nonnie!,,

~ ♡ NURSE TSUMIKI ♡ ~

~ ♡ KIIBO WITH A FEM!S/O ♡ ~ DIAGNOSIS ; FLUFF SYMPTOMS ; NEW DANGANRONPA V3: KILLING HARMONY ; K1-B0 / KIIBO ; FEM!S/O PRESCRIPTION ;

♡ - kiibo did NOT understand what kind of feeling he was getting around you. he really didn't. whenever you were around, if it was at the dining room, one of the ultimate labs, even during an investigation, he would heat up in red and he didn't understand what it was until he asked iruma what it was.

♡ - "ya got fuckin' feelings for her, kiibs!" he has what. kiibo asked iruma more about these feelings he had for you, and when iruma rambled on and on, he realized what it actually was. love. and he nearly bluescreened.

♡ - and you did feel the same towards kiibo as well! when you two were hanging out sometime ago, you confessed hesitantly and he, again, nearly bluescreened. he didn't expect that right there, but he returned those feelings in full.

♡ - kiibo is an ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART during a relationship. he'd ask if it was alright to hold your hand, cuddle you, etc. he was very considerate and you would reassure him that he didn't need to ask. he still continued to ask though, he just wants to make you comfy is all!

♡ - he was a little unsure on how a kiss would work until you demonstrated by just giving him a quick peck on the lips. he got way too nervous and would quickly return the kiss before hiding his face in his hands.

♡ - does iruma cheer you both on? she probably does, but when she cheers a bit TOO much...that's when you always draw the line because it really embarrasses both you and kiibo. but iruma's very supportive of your relationship with kiibo!

♡ - very slowly, kiibo would ease more and more and not be as nervous as he used to during the early stages of your relationship with him, and he'd always remind you about how much he loves you a lot. both of you are absolutely inseparable.

[maple--cafe]

hi :D!! could I request smth with around klee and razor (platonic ofc) centered around a fluffy family dynamic sort of thing? if I need to specify more I can, just let me know! he's my in-sys family and it would mean a lot :]

" oh yeah! to go w/ the klee and razor request, is there any way I can request you use boom/booms pronouns for me and he/fang pronouns for razor :0? if not, thats alright :] " this is absolutely fine by me! i go by doll/dolls pronouns at times and this request is the sweetest thing,,,i'll be making headcanons if you don't mind!

here you go, klee! i hope this is good!

~ ♡ NURSE TSUMIKI ♡ ~

~ ♡ KLEE AND RAZOR WITH A PLATONIC FAMILY DYNAMIC ♡ ~

DIAGNOSIS ; FLUFF, PLATONIC SYMPTOMS ; GENSHIN IMPACT ; KLEE ; RAZOR PRESCRIPTION ;

♡ - when razor was adopted into the family, he was very nervous at first. and klee however, would really break him out of fangs shell. klee was one of the first people razor would get close with in the family, and alice was absolutely grateful to see razor out and about and just having fun with klee.

♡ - they both go fish-blasting alot! with klee bombing up the rivers, and razor catching the fish. the fish would already be cooked by just being blasted by booms bombs. though whenever they came back from fish-blasting, albedo would be very concerned as to why he heard explosions outside of his own camp.

♡ - klee really likes to braid razor's hair! boom would braid fangs hair whenever boom got the chance. boom would put different kinds of flowers in fangs hair, like windwheel asters, snap dragons, any flower boom found just to put in fangs hair!

♡ - and for a bonus, razor would also braid klee's hair in return! he had only started to learn how to braid hair thanks to albedo showing fang how to do so. and fang would do the same; put flowers in booms hair.

♡ - razor considers his family as his own lupical, with him being more close to klee like an older sibling in-fact. klee may've also met wolves razor considered apart of his lupical as well, and would reassure boom that these wolves are harmless. and klee may've gotten to pet a wolf too.

♡ - jean would worry about what klee might run into, but razor goes along with klee to make sure boom will be safe. he would always reassure jean with the following; 'razor go! make sure lupical is safe!' and he kept fangs word.

[maple--cafe]

hi could you please do smth for venti with a male s/o who's recovering from leaving an abusive home + being in very poor shape (chronic illness etc) please? thank you so so much :( - 🦋

finally working on requests now after loss of motivation! also nonnie if you wish to let me add an emoji list, please let me know as well! i went for a smaller one-shot this time, so i hope this will be okay for you!!,, i also wish you being safe and well!!!,,

~ ♡ NURSE TSUMIKI ♡ ~

~ ♡ VENTI WITH A RECOVERING MALE S/O ♡ ~ DIAGNOSIS ; HURT/COMFORT , RECOVERY SYMPTOMS ; GENSHIN IMPACT ; VENTI ; MALE S/O PRESCRIPTION ;

it was only a few weeks for you, moving out and staying in just a spare room your beloved had prepared for you. after moving out in such a state, venti was the one who helped you escape in the first place. and you knew secrets he had told you, which still stay hidden and locked. he was the god of wind and freedom, the anemo archon, barbatos. he believes in freedom, but he would never accept this kind of treatment towards you.

it was...hard getting away from your home, from people who hurt you and belittled you. even after just these weeks, the memories still haunt you in the back of your mind. at the same time, you were so grateful for venti actually saving you from them.

just thinking about them would make you nauseous.

you were slowly recovering from your own issues, thanks to venti's help as well. at any second, he would help you get food to make sure you were healthy, and making sure you drank enough water, got enough sleep. he was caring to you, it was...almost unbelievable to you.

and speak of the angel, you were brought back to reality when a playful knock came to the open door of your room. turning your head, you spot a certain bard with a smile.

❝ hopefully i'm not exactly disturbing any moment you're having, song-bird! how're you doing? ❞ venti asked, tilting his head as his arms crossed in-front of his chest, leaning his side against the door. he would always give you such nicknames. 'dove', 'song-bird', 'white swan'. those never fail to bring red across your face, which really made him smile more from the sight.

however you couldn't help but tease him back in return, you never failed to have a few tricks up your sleeve with his influence.

❝ doing a lot better now that you're here, silly bard. ❞ that alone would bring the same shades of red across the said-bard's porcelain face, clearing his throat to hide any nervousness from the nickname before he looked over at you. and the smile on your face would really say that you were about ready to call him 'cute' by the minute.

but he was quick to catch on.

❝ and by that you mean you had something stuck on your mind, right? ❞ darn him for being good at reading your own thoughts...you always felt like you troubled him whenever you would talk about your home, those people...with him helping you with your own illness, it brought guilt on your shoulders.

it felt as if you were bothering him at every second...

with the mention of that, you looked down more in shame before giving a nod in reply to him. venti was right that the atmosphere was off just when he walked in.

he took careful steps inside the room, walking to the bed you sat on before he sat next to you on it's mattress.

❝ may you give me your hands real quick, [y/n]? ❞ just with him saying your name alone, you tilted your head back up to face his eyes. he didn't look angry (he never was, really), in-fact he kept a softer smile across his lips. to you however, was a surprise that he would call you by your name. it was one of the fewer times he would call you by that. you once again gave a nod but in a small motion with a short hum, letting your hands hold his own as fingers interlocked with each-other in a gentle hold.

❝ you must've been thinking about...them again, have you? ❞ venti's voice was more soft, but you could tell that just even with the mere mention of your home would make his blood boil in a way. he had so many questions as to how such...people...would treat a human being in a hurtful manner. why would they hurt you? you were an angel to him, it was still...unbelievable to him that such monsters would exist.

and with your face paling, and looking down. it pained him to know he was right.

❝ and not only that...you must've been thinking that you were trouble to me, am i correct? ❞ you were silent. almost too silent before giving another nod. to venti, he could feel his heart crack to know you were thinking such a thing.

without a second thought, his hands let go of your own. to your surprise, a pair of arms gently wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into the bard's embrace.

❝ my love...you're finally safe here with me, they are nowhere near to hurt you anymore. and please...please know that you are never trouble to me. i love you, so, so much, and i always have. i would go beyond the horizon if it'll mean that you'll be happy. ❞ ❝ you are my only angel, and nothing will ever, ever change that. ❞

you were silent, taking that in like a gush of wind delicately flowing past you. you knew how much he loved you, he's proven that so many times the first time you two had met. but it never faltered to bring tears in your eyes, wrapping your arms around the bard in return to stay in his embrace.

you could feel his fingers running through the locks of your hair, tangling around them as he held you. your head had rested on his shoulder.

❝ c...can we stay like this, venti? ❞ you asked. really, all you wanted right now was to be held. you felt protected, safe, and full of warmth when he held you like this. and venti knew what this meant to you, giving a hum and planting a kiss on the side of your head.

❝ of course, my love... ❞

the both of you cuddled through the night.