THE SUBARU END IS FINALLY FUCKING HERE AFTER NEARLY A YEAR HIATUS. I'M SO GLAD I DIDN'T FLAKE!
Sorry y'all, there's literally three smut scenes and I'm like borderline asexual, smut is quite the feat for me to write. That's why I was lagging so hard. Additionally, I really wanted to make sure we got more info on Subaru before I completed.
He's still an enigma, but who knows when TKDB will stop cock teasing info.
Also special thanks to my amazing friends in my server for giving me input on the chapter!
@str8upjorkinit gave me the idea for the first dream sequence
@cheriebear wrote a whole ass OUTLINE and reread the fic for me. INSANE!! You HAVE to check out her fics, they're amazing!
@itsdarkrxn One of the funniest people I've met in the fandom provided me hcs on Alan so I could add him to this chapter.
ILY GUYS SM!!!
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Tired, cold, You cough and shake, over and over and over. Everything hurt, your throat was swollen, your eyes watery, and your nose plugged.
Your bed was nothing more then a nest of blankets and tissues. You felt weak, to weak, so very very tired and weak.
It had never been this bad before, you thought as you lay helplessly in bed, another round of excruciating coughing fits hitting you like a truck with no breaks.
God it felt like you were suffocating. Shivering, you tried to get up, you needed to eat something. But nothing happened, you had nearly sat up, before falling back into bed.
Breathing heavily, almost gasping for air. You knew. You had no other choice. You had to call for help. But who..? You couldn’t afford an ambulance. You had no insurance to cover it. You weren’t exactly rich, and your insurance plan didn’t cover hospital visits, sadly. You really needed a better company….
“Cough coUGH COUGGH!!?” Your chest heaved and you felt tears stream down your face. No other option. You started texting up people. Seeing if they were busy.
Only one replied.
“heya, nah you know me i’m never busy, why whats up?”
Oh thank god. It was Sans. you two had met a month or so prior through his brother Papyrus. Who surprisingly didn’t reply to your texts unlike usual.
“Hi sans immmnot really feelling well.p can u comeover? I cant cook anyhthuing rnn”
It took awhile for a response. During that time you felt like your head was gonna explode. Staring at your screen made it thump harder and harder.
“uh, sure, i’ll be over in just a sec okay?”
You didn’t reply to sans, having already dropped your phone and leaned back against the headrest of your bed, your breathing funny and your head thumping.
You passed out.
When Sans arrived at your apartment he tried knocking on the door first, when he didn’t get a reply he just shortcut’d inside, having already been here at least once or twice before, for a dinner party you had thrown. He knew the layout well enough to get inside.
Upon seeing nobody in the living room or kitchen, he made his way towards the other areas of the house calling out to you.
“hello? uh bud? you there pal?”
When he got no response he started to feel anxious, until he found your bedroom door and opened it slowly. . . .
. . .
There you were fast asleep on your bed. Bundled up in blankets, a sea of tissues to your right.
He let out a relieved sigh, he’d been worried this was the wrong place, or that you had gotten hurt, or something.
Walking up to you, he felt your forehead, it was warm, way too warm for a normal human, Frisk was never this warm, even when sick. This was bad.
Sans moved quickly, grabbed cold towels and medicine, he placed a cool wet cloth to your forehead, and tried to shake you awake.
But to no avail.
“Woah haha, this is funnkky” you said as you swam around your kingdom, seagulls swimming with tubas, snails eating sandwiches, and ofc, Sans the dolphin was right by your side to protect you.
Head of a sans, body of a dolphin, he was your trusted companion & knight in mermaidia. And you, were the queen.
“I couldnt agree more!” You agreed “the trees do need to be pruned for apple picking.”
It starteyd to rain bath salts. Huh??
“This is no good, the apples hate bath salts, they’ll get up and walk away!!” You said discouraged.
“I agree m’lady! Its no good at all!” A deep saltury voice called out from beyound the depths.
Sealion Papyrus appeared, lower body of a sealion upper body of Papyrus, wearing his dastardly handsome Scarlet Sash, and amazingly awesomest sword, he swooned in causing all the other animals nearby to swoon aswell!
“eeee! eee! eeeee ee?” Dolphsans said in grateful surprise to see his majestic younger brother.
“Omg Seapyrus! What are you doing here!?” You asked confused…this was starting to get weird.
“Why I’m here to save the day! Ofc! Nyehhehehe!” He spoke with grander, as he posed dramatically to the sky. And summoned heaping spoonfuls of spaghetti from his finger tips, you watched confused and horrified as they went flying everywhere. Wtf was happening!?
“Apples love spaghetti! So they will stay for all the nutritious pasta!!”
“eeee eeee eee!”
“Yes of course it is Dolphsans!”
“-ey buddy wake up!” A scared voice shook over the land. Huh? Who was saying that? It wasn’t Seapyrus or Dolphsans. Maybe one of the seagulls? But why? And since when can they talk?
“wake up! your scaring me here buddy!” The voice said louder, Huh? Scaring? Scaring who?, you feel the ground shake, earthquake-
Suddenly. You woke up.
“hey hey, there bud, your okay, just breathe- your fine-“
You were shaking, pretty badly, whoever this was must’ve thought you were scared, nah, you were just freezing, you felt so so so cold. You started coughing, a lot, everything hurt so much-
You felt something cool touch your forehead, it felt nice, suddenly you weren’t as cold as before, and your shivering went down. Suddenly you feel a hand wipe away your tears… wait.. you were crying? No wonder the voice as trying to comfort you.
“hey shh, shh your okay, do you think you can take some medicine for me, ya?” The voice asked soothingly, like a dream….dreams, oh yeah that must’ve been some weird fever dream you had, where sans was a dolphin…. wait.. Hahaha you start laughing.
Sans looked at you quizzically as you started to laugh, he had no idea what was so funny about taking meds. Did you not think you were sick? No that cant be it, you said it yourself that you weren’t feeling well. So then what was so funny?
“Dolphsans… hahaha…. Cough cough! Hahaha!” You wheezed out.
What? Dolpsans? Pff wtf were you saying? He was so confused.
“pff dolphsans?” Sans questioned.
“Youuuurre, a dollphiinn, hahaha” you finally recognized it was sans in front of you, but that did little to stop the giggles coming from your mouth as you remembered your silly little dream.
Sans couldnt help but laugh at your antics, knowing your probably loopy from exhaustion sans decides to play along.
“heh yeah sure, I’m a dolphin, and this dolphins wondering if you could drink this drink i made for ya?” Sans had poured the spoon of medicine into a cup to make it easier for you to take, after your coughing and giggle fits made him think you’d spill the spoons liquids everywhere.
“Hehe, sureee, eee!” Your head felt like jelly, no your brain? Something felt like something, like you were swimming, haha swimming threw your kingdom like a mermaid….
Shockingly a cup was now infront of your face and you were sitting up, what!? How!? Magic man!! Sans laughed at your expression and you pouted slightly.
“it’s alright sweetheart, I’m not laughin atcha, you just look cutes’ all”
You stare at the skeleton, flushed and warm, you’re cute? He thinks you’re cute?
“you gonna drink this or..?”
Huh? Oh right the magic drink from the magic man dolphin skeleton thingy in front of you! How could you forget? You take a sip, it tastes terrible, you stare at Sans with a look of betrayal on your face. This wasn’t juice! Or anything else yummy and delicious you had hopped for!
“pfffff” Sans couldn’t help but laugh, your expressions were adorable, “its medicine, it’ll help you feel better” he tried to explain
“No yucky!” You protested.
“yes yucky, but you need to take it, please?” Sans used puppy dog eyes, it was super effective. You sigh and drink the rest of the cups small amount of liquid. Once your done the cups taken away from you and set down by the table.
“try to get some sleep, okay bucko? I’ll order you some food to eat when you wake up.”
“Okay, sannssy…” you yawned out, cuddling up into bed, but wait. There was one last problem. Sans turned to leave the room, but a weak hand grabbed his.
“hmm? Whats up bud?”
“…..mmmm…. Can… can you….can you stay?”
Sans seemed shocked by your reply. But he simply nods and sits down next to ya on the bed, that permanent smile ever strong on his face.
Gently petting your hair he whispers to you “goodnight, sweetheart, ill be here when you wake up.”
And thats all you needed to hear.
Before drifting back to sleep.
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Hello thanks for reading, this was way longer then all my other ones! I had a TONE of fun writing the fever dream segment dolphsans was so funny to me for some reason i had to stop writing and make him, so um if your wondering what he looks like, then here ya go! This took me idk around 2 hours to write total? I don’t fully remember when i started, please feel free to reblog! First sans x reader fanfic!
Tags: Diluc x Gn!Reader, Oneshot, Sickfic, Stubborn Patient
Warnings: None
Diluc has seemed to come down with some sort of severe cold, and only you can drag the workaholic away from his duties to treat him.
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It was incredibly late at night, but work never stopped for Diluc. The imposing oak doors to his office muffled any sounds from the rest of the manor, leaving the room in stifling silence. The only source of light on the desk was a single candle, its golden flames flickering in the air and casting Diluc's tall shadow across the rows of burgundy leather-bound ledgers.
Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.
His quill maintained an unrelenting rhythm. Diluc sat ramrod straight, his cravat loosened just slightly, the smallest evidence of his uncharacteristic discomposure. Perhaps he was too enthralled with whatever work he was doing to notice the sound of the heavy door creaking open, but you studied him from the doorway for a brief moment.
You noted how his gloved hand gripped the pen with excessive force, turning his knuckles white. Suddenly, the rhythm of his quill froze. Diluc clutched at his chest, hunching his shoulders and tucking his face in the dip of his elbow. It was a muted, wet cough that he tried to swallow back into his lungs, but it cut through the silence anyway.
When he pulled his arm away, he did not look up; instead, he stared at the parchment again, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
"Diluc," you said softly, stepping into the circle of candlelight.
He didn't flinch, but his voice was dry. "The trade logs from Liyue... they're behind schedule. I just need to verify the tax stamps."
"The stamps aren't going anywhere," you countered, reaching the edge of his desk. "But your handwriting is. Look at that last line, Diluc. It’s a mess."
He reluctantly looked up, and the sight of him made your heart sink. His normally porcelain-fair skin was stained a furious, mottled crimson over his cheekbones, and his breath came in quick, shallow puffs that hitched in his throat. You could swear his skin looked hotter than his vision normally made him.
Your gaze shifted briefly to the forgotten grape juice on his desk, raising an eyebrow. Diluc never left anything half finished.
"I’m fine," he lied, the words catching on another suppressed cough. "It’s just... the dust from the archives. Go to bed. I'll join you when the ink is dry."
He reached for the ink container, but it seemed his fingers underestimated the distance. His hand trembled so much that the quill clattered against the wood. He stared at the dropped pen as if it were a traitor, a disgruntled frown forming between his brows. Before he could grant you permission, he felt your palm on his forehead and froze.
It was so cold in comparison to the way he was burning up.
"I said, I’m fine," Diluc repeated, his voice dropping into a stubborn rasp. To prove his point, he gripped the edge of the mahogany desk and pushed himself upward.
For a second, he stood tall.
Then, the blood drained from his face.
His lower extremities buckled, and the world appeared to tilt on its axis. He sputtered one second, and began to tip forward the next. You moved before he became acquainted with the floor, stepping into his space and seizing him by the shoulders. The heat radiating from him was unnerving, soaking through his vest and into your palms.
Diluc did not pull away for an unusually long time. He collapsed into you, his head resting on your shoulder as he battled dizziness. You felt his hot breath fan over your neck.
"See?" you murmured. "Even you can't fight a head spin."
"Just... a momentary lapse," he managed to choke out, though he didn't have the strength to push you off.
You knew logic was your only weapon. You pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, keeping your hands steady on his arms. "Diluc, look at me. If you stay here and faint in this chair, you’ll be bedridden for three days, minimum. If you come upstairs and rest now, you’ll be back at this desk by tomorrow afternoon. Which is the more efficient use of your time?"
His eyes wandered slowly across your lips, absorbing the words through the fog of his fever. He loathed it when you were correct, especially when you used his own rhetoric against him. After a beat, his shoulders sank in dismay.
"Tactical... retreat," he muttered, a faint scowl twitching at his lips.
"Exactly. Now, move."
The trek to the master suite proved to be a tedious and cumbersome one. You nestled yourself beneath his arm, serving as a human crutch. He tried to preserve some dignity, but as you moved through the poorly lighted hallway, his weight became increasingly heavy on you.
"This is an unnecessary fuss," he grumbled into his collar, his footsteps heavy and uneven. "I have a constitutional resilience to... kh… kh-kt!... common ailments. Adeline could have brought me a tea... you didn't need to..."
"Quiet, Diluc." Your voice was firm as you steered him through his bedroom door.
"Inefficient," he muttered a final time, but when the edge of the bed crested above the back of his knees, he stumbled onto the mattress, finally allowing the shadows of the room to envelop his exhausted vision.
The master bedroom had been lit by the dwindling embers of the fireplace. Diluc sat at the edge of the mattress, his head hung low. After some fumbling with his clothes, he appeared diminutive without the crisp silhouette of his frock coat; he felt too weak to take hold of the silver buckles on his boots himself, so you softly pushed his hands aside to do it for him.
He had not complained, instead coughing dryly as he flopped back against the pillows. You only left for a second to go fetch a basin of cool water, a cloth, and some tea. The master suite's air was laden with the aroma of dried cedarwood and the strong, medicinal fragrance of the herbal tea steeping on the nightstand.
As you leaned over him, the heat emanating from Diluc's body was tremendous. Less like a fever, and more like the glistening air above a forge. Most likely a direct cause of his vision; it typically responded to his internal discomfort by raising his body temperature until he was truly miserable.
At least he's great to cuddle with.
When you finally laid the damp cloth on his forehead, the contrast was startling; a slight hiss of steam seemed to rise from his skin. His eyes, which were normally bright and calculating, fluttered shut as a result of the cold compress. The stiffness in his jaw subsided, and the lines of constant stress on his brow smoothed out, leaving him looking nothing more than human - and profoundly fatigued.
"You shouldn't stay..." he muttered, his fingers brushing your wrist with a heat that felt like a brand. "You'll... get sick, too. Go back to your own wing."
"I'm a lot stronger than you give me credit for, Master Diluc," you countered with a teasing laugh, gently nudging his hand back down to the sheets. He was far too delirious to chide you for the use of that title. You reached for the steaming mug, the scent of valberry and mint rising to meet you.
"Now be quiet and drink this tea. That’s an order from your temporary physician."
He begrudgingly let you guide the cup to his lips.
...
By midnight, the fever had peaked. His chambers were silent, save for the occasional crackle of the dwindling fire and Diluc's strained breathing. He tossed and turned, his head against the damp pillow, locks sprawled in a wild, scarlet tangle across the white linen.
You'd think he looked pretty if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't fully present anymore, mind foggy and between awakening and a nightmare. This was a rare sight.
"The sky... it’s the wrong colour," he rasped, his eyes snapping open, though they didn't seem to see you. They swam with the heat of his delirium. "It’s too dark. I can't..."
"Diluc, you're at the winery. You're safe," you whispered, leaning over to replace the cloth on his brow.
He did not seem to hear you. He began to mumble, pieces of ideas he normally kept hidden behind iron gates. He described his father's final breath, the weight of a heritage that felt more like a shackle than a gift, and the crushing loneliness of a man who fought in a battle the city was unaware was taking place.
"I have to keep them out," he choked out. "If I stop... if I close my eyes... who stays behind?"
You shushed him while rising up to refill his mug, ignoring whatever it was he was rambling about. Then, his hand sprung from beneath the sheets, his calloused fingers clamping onto your wrist. They fell down into your hand, clutching it desperately and white-knuckled.
"Wait," he breathed, the command cracking into a plea. "Don't... don't go back to the city yet. Not tonight."
His thumb rubbed a frantic, uneven circle over your knuckles, his skin practically searing yours. You were concerned, of course, but it was somewhat amusing the way he clung onto you.
"Just... stay," he whispered, his eyes heavy and pleading as they began to slip shut again. "Stay until the sun comes up. Please. I don't want to wake up alone."
You sighed, sinking into the armchair at his bedside. The inferno within him flickered momentarily as your hand closed around his, a quiet tether pulling him from the past’s relentless grip, grounding him to the now, in this room, in you.
...
The morning light filtered into the room in pale, thin fragments, piercing the heavy velvet curtains and lighting the dust motes swirling in the air. Diluc moved, his eyelids heavy but no longer scorched by the heat of his own blood. His head was clear, but his body felt like stone. As he shifted, memories of the previous night resurfaced in disjointed spurts.
The flavor of bitter tea, the cool touch of a cloth, and the sound of a voice all helped to keep the dreams at bay. He carefully moved his head to find you. You were slumped in the recliner near his bed, your chin tucked into your chest and fast asleep. You were still dressed in yesterday's clothes, tired after your all-night vigil.
Diluc's face softened slightly, which was unusual for him. He was too proud, too hesitant to wake you with great expressions of thanks, but seeing you quiver slightly in the morning chill touched him. He sat up slowly, disregarding the objections of his sore muscles. He reached for his discarded frock coat, the heavy, fur-lined one you had helped him out of hours earlier, and leaned over the edge of the bed.
With a firm, gentle touch, he placed the coat over your shoulders and tucked the collar around your neck to keep you warm. His fingers swept the hair away from your face, the touch emitting a pleasant warmth rather than a burning fever. When you finally opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was his familiar, comfortable scent.
Smoke and expensive wine.
Diluc was sitting up against the headboard, alongside a tray of light breakfast and water already on his lap. His ponytail was unkempt, and his face looked pallid, but the glassy look in his eyes had vanished. He looked like himself again.
"You’re awake," he said, his voice quiet and much smoother than that of the night before.
"Diluc? You're sitting up," you mumbled, still half lost in sleep. "How do you feel?"
He looked away for a moment, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from a fresh cup of tea. "Better. Much better. The... efficiency of your methods proved more effective than my own resilience." He paused, his expression turning sincere as he looked back at you. "Thank you. I... suppose I was more fatigued than I realized. I was foolish to ignore the signs."
He reached out, his palm briefly hovering over yours before giving it a quick, anchoring squeeze.
"I've already sent word to Elzer," he added, a small, rare shadow of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "He is to cancel my meetings for the morning. I’ll stay here. With you."
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new one shot is up!!!
in which i force ford to have a horrifying fever dream. but don’t worry stan is there to help him out.
to be honest i meant to post this on like monday but this week has been so busy that this is genuinely the first time i’ve been able to like sit down and get a hold of my life. i still must start the next chapters of ntma and stan kidnapped fic whooooops life is busy. but i’ll have more time during winter break hopefully!!! thank you all for your patience!!!
