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The Thorn in His Side by adamsandlerbodypillow
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
12 Feb 2026
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“Have you ever wanted kids of your own?”
The pen in Dottore’s hand stuttered over the page once more. He recovered quickly, and the silence following that question only lasted a few seconds.
“Why?” Dottore droned wryly, yet again sounding bored with the conversation. “Were you planning on giving me one?”
Childe eyed his candlelit silhouette up and down. He had a terrible sitting posture, but he still somehow looked good in this kind of light—suddenly, even better than usual. “Maybe.”
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He thinks that maybe there are traces of love to be found everywhere if one only has eyes to see it; that there can be love behind the fatal arc of a blade, beneath a barren white tundra, and even hiding within acts of cruelty. He believes that at their core, all people are driven by love in one way or another. Words could be twisted, actions sullied, and meanings obscured, but silence always, unwaveringly revealed what Childe considered to be the one true constant of this world—at the heart of everything, there is love.
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The Gift of Experimentation by adamsandlerbodypillow
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
11 Feb 2025
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Childe finally comes to realize why Dottore is so fond of the process of "experimentation."
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Dottore has always been drawn to warmth. Unconsciously, unknowingly. A moth that dances for the flame, daring it to lick at its wings, secretly yearning that it will. He needs that warmth, needs it like breath, needs it like sin - he knows he is nothing without it.
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Childe's free hand suddenly shot out with surprising quickness, a stark contrast to his drooping body and slurried words. He snatched Dottore by the jabot, but Dottore’s hand snatched him by the wrist just as quickly, preventing Childe from yanking him forward. But Childe merely adapted; he himself lurched forward until his nose brushed against the pointed peak of the Doctor’s mask, grin broadening.
“Only one way to find out,” Childe giggled, running his tongue along the front of his teeth. “Come on. I’ll even give you a head start, you feeble old scholar.”