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phantombstone · 4 months

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ANNOYING? | DOTTORE X READER

(Webttore version)

You've always felt insecure about talking too much and being annoying to others. He noticed.

Genre: Hurt to comfort.

TW: Dottore's real name (a nickname you gave him).

WC: 829.

This story is part of the insecurities serie - check the linked post and if you're interested consider submitting a request :)

Hope you like it :3

He's been looking at you for a while now.

His eyebrow was raised and his foot was tapping slowly on the ground, ticking time like a clock.

He was being exceptionally loud just to see your reaction, but you were still ignoring him. He did nothing wrong, he was sure of that. You didn't show signs of being mad at him, either. But you did one thing that caught his attention: completely switching your mood in a matter of seconds. He just didn't understand... why. You were chatting with him and your eyes were smiling, shining even, but after less than a minute you turned serious and shut your mouth.

"Are you cold?", he tried after a while. You only shook your head in response. No words.

He sighed and stopped his foot, shifting his body weight slightly on the left and slightly forward to get closer to you. His face was now resting on his gloved palm, elbow on the table bar in front of him, the same table that was separating the two of you.

You were at the Angel's Share, Mondstadt. And you were occupying one of the tables outside. It was late evening and the weather wasn't as warm and pleasant as it was at daytime. In fact, you were shivering.

"Are you sure? I can lend you my coat if you want".

"No". A monosyllab. "Thank you, though", you added as soon as you felt him piercing your skull with his gaze.

His mask was covering his face almost entirely, with the exception of his ruby eyes and a lateral part of the forehead.

He decided to take it off and put it aside. You loved his facial features, you said that many times before. You would have looked, no?

You didn't.

You kept looking at the sheet laying in front of you - a rather boring mission report to update and fill that had to be send back to the Fatui headquarters. Your eyes only flicked to the side to give the lonely black and white mask a quick glance, just to return back to your sheet before he could mutter a single word.

Then, his lips parted again and your name was called.

"Whose fault is it?".

This time you looked at him, eyes wider than normal, trying to cover your surprise with a fake layer of confusion.

"Your mood swifted in a second", he continued before you could throw him a question to deceive him. "I was wondering, what could've made you so sad all of a sudden?".

"I'm not sad".

His back was not pressed to the back of the chair he was sitting on, legs spread under the desk in his "that's bullshit" position.

Your gaze fell back on your sheet and this time he got up. He slowly walked the perimeter of the table and stopped right in front of you, kneeling down.

You couldn't look away, especially after his crimson eyes caught yours. He took your hands in his and placed a gentle kiss on them. They were cold, courtesy of the nocturnal temperature drop in the so-called City of Freedom.

You broke down after that.

"Do I talk too much?".

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Who told you?".

"It doesn't matter. Do I talk too much?". You were pleading, tears forming at the corners of your glossy eyes.

He straightened up and invited you to do the same, just to embrace you once you stood up. His arms were caging you, but it was sweet. You loved to be held by him.

"You don't talk too much. As your lover, I can say I don't hear your voice as much as I'd love to". He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and continued: "I don't know who said that to you, but I'll do my researches and they'll be facing consequences. No one dares to hurt you and your feelings".

You tried to tell him that he didn't have to go that far. It took you a while to convince him, but you managed to obtain his word about not killing or torturing the culprit. The only thing you could do now was pray for that grumpy and obnoxious Fatui agent's life, even though he hurt you pointing out your biggest insecurity.

"Am I annoying?".

"Darling, you're not. You are simply perfect. Flawless". He ran his thumb over your cheek. "I love you and this will never change. You're not annoying in the slightest - except when you're so proud of yourself that you refuse to say you're cold and don't accept my help", he said with his lips curved in a little smirk. He then took off his coat and put it on your shoulders, hood on your head just to tease you and lighten your mood.

You smiled, and he knew he won.

He placed another kiss on your forehead and this time it was you who hugged him.

"Thank you, Zan".

"Of course, darling".

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phantombstone · 4 months

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(Re-request! Teehee)

For the body insecurity series, maybe body hair Diluc and Arlecchino? Mine’s not glaringly obvious but it’s definitely visible. Please and thanks!

DARLING, IT'S NORMAL | DILUC X READER / ARLECCHINO X READER

It seems that you're a bit too insecure about your body hair. They get it, even though for them is not a problem in the slightest, and want to help you with this.

Genre: Hurt to comfort.

TW: Injury (in Diluc's part), implied female reader.

WC: 844 (Diluc) / 786 (Arlecchino).

Hi Anon! Sorry again for the deleted request incident, and also for the time that it took me to finish writing this, hehe... Wanted to say to you that I like the way you write and say things, even if I only read very few anonymous messages of yours. You seem like a very intelligent person. Come back again some time, in any way you want, I'm sure I'll recognize you even in other anonymous asks.

Hope you like the stories!

DILUC

You fell from the stairs like a sack of potatoes. The scene would've made you laugh if it wasn't for the sharp pain you immediately started to feel on the entirety of your right leg.

You cussed and tried to move a bit but didn't make any progress.

It was the beginning of the autumnal season, and it was the perfect time for the harvest. Precisely for this reason, you had decided to help your Diluc and his team to collect grapes.

Not even a minute after your fall, the young heir of Ragnvindr came to your rescue. His cheeks were flushed from the run and his red hair was messy.

"Diluc, uhm... Hehe". You tried to laugh it off to calm him down a little. He had the tendency of nearly panicking whenever you got hurt.

"How did you fall?", he asked. His voice was serious, probably because he had seen blood dripping down your calf way sooner than you.

"I was picking grapes, on the higher branches they looked better...".

He sighed and helped you getting up, looping an arm around your waist and holding you onto him as the gentleman he was. At a certain point he noticed a grimace of pain on your face and picked you up, carrying you bodily into the villa.

He didn't care at all about staining his bedsheets when he laid you down on his mattress: his focus now was completely on you. He got no time for anything else.

He lifted your injured leg a bit and scanned it with preoccupied eyes.

"Can I check?", he asked, pointing at your wound.

You nodded, but when Adelinde rushed in the room with a pair of scissors Diluc had requested to cut your pants around the wound, you froze.

You didn't shave your legs.

And Diluc was there.

You squeaked and you retracted your leg, bringing it to your chest. It hurt, but you wanted to save your image.

"Did I do something wrong?", he worried. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt even more".

You reassured him and he seemed to calm down, but when he asked you if he could try again, you didn't know what to say.

"I-". You desperately looked at Adelinde, pleading her with your eyes to help you. You hated your body hair, it made you so insecure. She would've understood, no? She was a girl, too.

She didn't notice.

But Diluc did, and probably thought it was the maid who made you uncomfortable. He looked over his shoulder and politely asked her to leave the room. He would've called her if needed, he told her. And she left.

At that point, your heart was beating so fast that it almost hurt.

By the second time you avoided contact with him, he gave you a questioning look.

"You said I didn't hurt you and Adelinde is out. I don't get what's the problem". He seemed to be immersed in thought. "Am I making you uncomfortable?", he asked after a while with a feeble voice.

"What, no!", you exclaimed, and again his facial features relaxed. "It's just...".

"Just...?".

"My legs are not shaved". You said it quickly, as if speed could erase the meaning of those words. Of course it didn't, and when you lifted your gaze from your lap to his eyes, he was looking at you dumbfounded.

"What?".

Your mouth tightened into a thin line, adamantly refusing to repeat those words that had barely come out, and your gaze went back down to your legs.

"Dear, do you think body hair will stop me from loving you?".

You didn't respond, and he didn't like that. In fact, he lifted your chin gently with his hands. You looked back at him, but no words came out of your lips.

"This is an emergency and I need to free that wound from the fabric of your pants to take care of it. I promise I won't judge you. Besides, there's no point in judging people for their physical appearance. Body hair is natural, dear, every person has it". His ruby eyes never left yours. "I have body hair too, and you never judged me for it. I know that society tends to put pressure on the feminine image, and it's such a foolish thing to do. Please, feel free to be as comfortable as you can around me, because I'll never criticize you for popular stereotypes. I don't want you to feel trapped under the stage lights". He paused, then continued: "But if you prefer to be assisted by Adelinde, I'll go call her and stay out of the room until she's done. Everything to make you feel as better as possible".

You thought about it for a while, and with each passing second, Diluc's words got deeper into you.

"No need", you smiled briefly. "Thank you. You can cut my pants now, I won't stop you this time".

"No need to thank me, dear, it's natural. Thank you for trusting me".

He kissed your forehead and began to patch you up.

ARLECCHINO

By the fourth time you stopped your walk, she turned her head to you with a confused expression.

"Is something the matter, dear?". Her eyebrows were furrowed and her gaze inquisitive.

Your eyes widened a little, not expecting nor wanting her to ask such questions in a moment like that, when you were trying your best to cover your biggest source of insecurity without being noticed.

It was late evening and you were taking a stroll just outside the walls of the City of Fontaine to digest dinner better.

You didn't know she would come and see you that day. If you knew, you would've prepared yourself, shaved a bit if not anything else... But she surprised you by coming back from work a few days earlier than expected - which was sweet and proved to you how much she deeply cared about you another time, how much she loved you - but made you feel so self conscious now that you were out with her and no more alone, slacking off on your sofa...

It wasn't her fault. You almost cried of happiness when you saw her entering your shared apartment a few hours earlier, in the afternoon. It's just that you sought self perfection, and body hair was the first thing that had to be eliminated to achieve a little bit of comfort. But since your lady was there, you couldn't deny her your attention - hence, no time to shave.

"Nothing, Arle". You tried to build up an excuse, but none seemed to be suitable enough for that situation.

She gave you a rather suspicious look but said nothing. Instead, she stretched out her hand towards your direction for you to take it. You did, and interlaced your fingers with hers in addition.

You gave her a little smile and she kissed your knuckles, reciprocating your expression.

Not even five minutes after your walk had resumed, you stopped again.

This time, an amused sound came out of her lips.

"Dear, are you tripping on your shoelaces or something?".

An excuse good enough, you thought, and replied affirmatively, adding a slight smile just in case.

"Strange, because your shoes don't have laces". Your blood froze. Stupid you, you cussed inside your mind, you could've at least checked before responding.

You were fucked.

"That was a lie, we both know", she said looking at you with the same look she had on her face a few moments before.

She kneeled in front of you and in response you took a step back. Her eyebrows furrowed again.

"Are you hurt?".

"I'm fine, darling, really", you tried. She didn't buy it.

"Come on, let me see. You keep lowering your pants on your ankles with the point of your shoes and I'm not understanding why".

"I-". You sighed and diverted your gaze away from her.

It took you an enormous amount of courage to mutter your next words: "I didn't shave and I'm feeling self conscious because of that now".

She blinked her eyes in surprise and straightened up.

"Dear, I know for sure that from the way your voice sounds you're telling the truth, but... why?". She paused, then continued: "Don't you like it, did someone pointed it out to you and made you feel like this?".

"Beauty standards never support body hair, especially on girls".

"But dear, it's just standards we're talking about... they're merely a condensate of useless opinions. Besides, I don't mind body hair. It's pretty normal to have it, anyway".

Her words made you feel a little better, but not fully.

She understood and smiled at you.

"Okay... Didn't think I'd have ever do this, but since it's for my darling...". She lifted her pants up to the knee.

You tried to tell her that it wasn't necessary and she shushed you up with a hand movement. Once she was done, it was quite the comic sight: a scary Harbinger with elegant trousers all crumpled up at the thighs and high heels. A laugh escaped from your lips and her eyes smiled at you.

"I didn't shave, either. Didn't have time to, and I actually didn't care much about it".

She kissed the corner of your lips.

"Shaving is an option if your body hair makes you feel so bad, but I'd love to see you building up your self esteem and finally start to ignore everyone's opinion".

You didn't reply, but your Knave knew that you understood and it was enough for her.

She took your hand again and began to walk the same path as before.

"Shall we keep going, dear?".

"Are you sure you don't want to lower your pants again?", you chuckled.

"Why, are you judging my choices?".

"I would never".