quadranomial
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Prompt: "I'm drunk and your address is the only one I can remember."
As a surgeon in Sigewinne's clinic, jobs can get stressful and agitating. You often soothed your nerves by indulging in sweet treats, which was a habit that you should probably stop. One day, you decide to deviate from your normal bakery and try out sweet drinks instead. The consequences would be unimaginable.
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you (lumine) are suffering horrible period cramps in mondstadt (and coincidentally in front of Dawn winery) when diluc comes to the rescue! i might make this a series like a sickfic series but period ?? also you already have a pad on sooo thats why you don’t use the one he gets you
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tartaglia wants to be unemployed with a neurosurgeon wife :( don't we all? by quadranomial
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
11 Jan 2026
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just a fun oneshot of reader/lumine x ajax! probably not gonna be more than a oneshot, just wanted to indulge in my own guilty pleasures teehee
ajax comes from a rough day at work (of being a fatui harbringer), which he knows you disapprove of, but he can't just quit. he comes to you for a bit of recharging.no smut, just a bit of flirting and doki doki scenes mueHUEHUEHUE
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Don't catch on the hood! by https_chadwick
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
21 Jul 2025
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He licked his lips once, slow, absentmindedly. Then smiled. Not that it reached his eyes.
From his perch, he could see the smear of red on your knuckles. Could almost taste the moment you’d snapped. Whatever had triggered this, the sloppiness, the brute force, he wanted to know. Wanted to peel it apart until your pain was cataloged just like your movements. He imagined your hands trembling, breathing too hard, wishing no one would see you—And he had.
He always would.
Or..
One mission, that's all you had together, right? So why is he back..
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You almost walk past the bakery the first time. Meropide—warm light, sugar in the air, and a man who measures his words like ingredients. You don’t mean to keep coming back. But love, like good bread, takes time—and somehow, you both learn to rise.