Y'kbiw i was just thinking about the tailor reader x T.Herta. And I remembered that T.Herta can't cook for shit so I imagine that the reader would do most of the cooking (I imagine they're cooking is as good as their tailoring skills)
Now I can't stop imagining the Herta puppets finding out about that and having a little intervention with T.Herta asking for taste buds or something
Awww oh my gosh they would get so whiny about that once they realize!! It doesn't help that T.Herta is probably feeling too jealous of her little spawns to show them kindness at first, instead using this as an opportunity to rub it in their faces how special your bond with one another is.
Of course, eventually you catch wind of this and stand up for the poor things, much to her annoyance. And now they're the ones bragging. Stupid dolls really oughta know their place...
Falling asleep while waiting for them to finish their work
ft. Albedo, Chiori, Dan Heng, Herta
Angsty undertones because of slight negligence, but it's mostly just domestic fluff <3
wc: ~500 each
A/n: No one asked but I started writing this with Herta's part. First time writing for hsr and of course it starts with Herta. I love her so much it's not even a joke 😭😭. Then came Dan Heng, then Chiori because I've been dying for Chiori for ages (have 170+ wishes and her best supports waiting for her), and then Albedo because my 2021 Albedo obsession era apparently never ended.
Albedo
You creak open the door to Albedo's office, watching his back as he moves around the room with measured steps.
Despite having returned from Dragonspine for a few days, your lover seemed as busy as ever, practically being glued to his office in the knight's headquarters.
Thankfully, you were able to put Klee to sleep. The little elf had insisted on wanting to stay awake and wait for her brother, but a few bedtime stories were all it took to have her fall asleep in your lap. After tucking her in, you had decided to visit Albedo to check in on him, hoping to be able to take him with you to slumber.
But seeing how invested he looked in whatever he was currently doing, you debated against it.
The door closes with a soft creak. You lean against the wall next to the door and sigh, unsure of how to approach the alchemist and convince him to take a break.
At this point, this has to be called over-working, you worry.
You slowly slide yourself to rest on the ground, head propped against the wall as drowsiness starts clouding your eyes.
You could try waiting for him. You want to wait for him.
Surely you won’t fall asleep here, right?
You trace the carvings on the wall with your eyes and listen carefully for the soft footsteps of the knights on night duty. The serene atmosphere of the Favonius Headquarters at night only makes your drowsiness worse, like being in a comfortable cot, being lulled to sleep.
Despite how quiet your actions have been, Albedo hears them loud and clear. He heard the soft creak of the door, and he hears the soft thud of you landing on the ground. A frown makes its way onto his face, curious about what you are doing here so late at night.
He wraps his work up as quickly as he can, settling the books on the side of his table and aligning and tucking the papers under weights.
When he steps outside, he finds you with your back against the wall, sound asleep.
Both fondness and guilt crash over him at once, as he realises that you were waiting for him. He kneels down, a hand over his knee and the other caressing your face.
He uses his index to press your cheek, but you don't even stir. He sighs, realising that he would have to carry you back. He has never been the strongest person, always needing an extra hand to carry his boxes around, but Albedo is always willing to make an extra effort for you.
So he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then hooks his arms under your body, lifting you up and letting your head rest against his chest.
He smiles fondly at the sight of you in his arms, and then starts heading out and towards your home, determined to wake up in your arms the next morning.
Chiori
You neatly fold the fabrics and pat out the dresses on the mannequins. It’s almost completely dark and quiet outside now, with only the street-lamps illuminating Fontaine’s streets.
Chiori still seems busy working on a dress, and from the looks of it, she won’t be taking a break any time soon.
“Chio…”
“I know what you’re going to say. And yes, I will come sleep. Just after finishing a few more bits. I want to finish this dress by tomorrow afternoon, so that I can make any adjustments and have it ready for the event by the day after.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard, alright? Let me know if I can help in any way.”
She hums, eyes still fixated on the dress she is working on.
A few minutes turn into multiple. You keep going back and forth between the boutique’s main area and the backrooms, watching your lover engrossed in her work.
With how resolute she looks about finishing the dress tonight, rather than by tomorrow as she earlier mentioned, you doubt that she’s getting any sleep, let alone going back home to rest.
For nights like these, Chiori had already prepared a make-shift bed to sleep in, just so it would be more convenient for her to immediately get back to work in the morning. From what you understand, she often spent her nights in the boutique before you got both together. Having you waiting for her is what helped her control her workaholic nature and return home for respite.
How she maintained her health with the way she over-works herself is beyond you.
The least you could do is support her — by bringing her coffee the way she likes it or by checking in on her and by reaffirming her when she needs it.
And perhaps by adding a few more layers of clothes to make her make-shift bed more comfortable. Instead of heading home alone, you decide you stay with her in the boutique, even if it means spending the entire night there.
Chiori reaches out to the bottle of water on her side desk, expecting it to be half-empty only to find it completely filled. That’s what finally breaks her focus, as she settles her needles down and turns the bottle around in her hand. Did you fill it for her…?
She looks out of the shop’s window and is met with the darkness of the night enveloping Fontaine. When did it get this late?
Chiori quickly puts away the needles and threads, leaving them in a spot comfortable enough for her to immediately pick her work up again in the morning. She heads to the door only to realise that it was locked from the inside.
It could only mean one thing, she thinks to herself, that you haven’t left.
So she heads to the backrooms and finds you there, sleeping comfortably on the make-shift bed, with ample space left for her to fit into. It makes her eyes soften with adoration but chest tighten with the guilt of having ignored you because of work.
Quietly but swiftly, she undoes her hair, letting the intricately made braids fall loosely around her shoulders. Dimming the lights and changing into lighter clothing, she slips onto the mattress, trying not to wake you.
You stir in your sleep, partly aware of your lover’s presence, as you let her crawl into your arms and snuggle against your chest.
“Chio…” you mumble.
“I’m here.”
“Mmm…”
You’re still here. Despite how her workaholic tendencies keep her away. Despite her often sharp-tongue due to her straight-forward nature. Despite the rumours her competitors try to spread to stir the market.
You are still here, and she couldn't be more grateful for that.
Dan Heng
The archives room is quiet, except for the soft buzz of the monitor and the clicking of the keyboard.
It feels colder tonight too. Normally, you would rely on Dan Heng's body heat to beat the cold, but with him still filing archives, all you can do is tug his hoodie closer and watch the back of his chair as he works.
Dan Heng might not be the warmest person you know (in terms of body heat, at least), but to you, his slightly cold skin mixed with his warm embrace is the heavenliest thing in the cosmos.
"Are you done yet..."
"Sorry love, I'll be there soon."
"Mmm."
You don't really mind it. He prefers finishing his work before time, hating backlogs. And in turn, that helps him plan more of his time with you.
But sometimes, you really do wish that he would cut himself a little slack and indulge in more temporary pleasures (such as immediately cuddling with you to sleep, because your cravings are making tonight feel extra cold and you need him beside you pronto).
The sound of inconsistent sighs being replaced by steady breathing catches Dan Heng’s attention. “Love?” He looks in your direction to realise that you have fallen asleep, with your body still facing him.
He glances between the digital clock on his system and your limp body, realising that it’s been longer than he realised.
Oh.
He quickly closes the system, not even bothering to arrange the files neatly as he slips in beside you. “You shouldn’t have let me get away with it…” He mutters, feeling guilty for having left you waiting.
“Mmm…Heng…” you mumble something in your sleep as you snuggle closer to him, subconsciously moving towards his neutral, but comforting scent.
Dan Heng helps you get into a comfortable position, resting his hand on your waist and watching as you bury your head in his chest. You’re clingier when asleep and he adores that.
“Work can wait, but not these moments with you. I’ll try to be more careful next time. I’m sorry.” He’s sure that you couldn’t hear a word he was saying, that he was just talking to the air. But he still mentally notes to himself to keep a closer eye on the time and to not let you fall asleep waiting for him.
And to apologise properly in the morning, probably by spending some quality time together. Maybe a date would be nice? It’s been a while since the two of you spent a tranquil day out together.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and rests his head in the crook of your neck.
Work may be never-ending, but he can handle it — no, he will handle it. Anything, to ensure that he isn’t neglecting your needs, his needs.
Anything, to ensure that he isn’t neglecting you.
Herta
You're not sure what caught her eye or suddenly piqued her interest this late at night. One moment, you were pulling the blanket over her as she got into bed with you, the next she was rushing towards her pile of blueprints as she quickly scribbled out whatever came to her mind.
You stare at her, confused and amused, a small smile playing at your lips. You push yourself back and rest against the bed's headboard, watching Herta get in the zone.
"Got new ideas?"
"Yes! You're a genius, my love. Well, of course you have to be at least a quarter as good as me since you're my partner. This just might give me my next big break in the development of the Divergent Universe. Haha Screwy better watch out, because I'm taking this one from him!" She quickly rattles out, her hand not stopping once as she pulls out two new pages and dips her quill in the ink bottle again.
You are not sure what you said for her to credit you like this, but this isn't the first time this has happened. You decide against asking her about it though, lest she ends up getting distracted and takes even longer to return to your shared bed.
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
"Your wish honestly, I'm not sure how long this will take but I promise you that I'll join you as soon as I'm done."
You hum, deciding to stay awake for as long as you can. You grab a book, opting to read it to keep you engaged while you wait.
By the time Herta has finished her work, you are fast asleep, with the book you were reading lying flat on your chest.
She stretches her arms and sighs contently at the sight, though with a small pang of guilt for having kept you waiting for so long.
Carefully, so as to not awake you, she plucks the book away from your chest and replaces it with her head, snuggling closer. "Sorry to keep you waiting, dear." She whispers, before letting slumber claim her for the night.
To others, she seems apathetic and self-centred. And that isn't entirely wrong but when it comes to you? There's a side to her that she wouldn't dare show anyone else. Not because she's ashamed of it, but because she thinks that you are the only one who deserves to know her more domestic sides. <3
I've came back to the hsr fandom and this is my contribution: platonic herta x reader who is her child/daughter
The premise is reader's dad was like a shard of fuli (like march) but he was one of the big ones, his heart was like this super important shard of memoria all condesend, like a tiny part of fuli and people of all kinds, specialy the garden of recolections, wanted their hands on it
He was born emanator of remembrance due to his heart and was in constant danger as well
Until he met herta
Its basicaly mutual curiosity to lovers
However tragedy strikes and he dies, not before giving his heart to herta as a last act of love
This is how reader was conceived
Herta being a emanator of erudition was the only being who knew what her lovers heart was capable of(but not all of it of course) researching it till she couldn't i like to think its not because she found a limit but because of grief
So in this state she ate the heart in a desperate attempt in reuniting with him possibly by letting his voice be inside her head or both of them become one, wich ever comes first
But instead she falls pregnant
The fathers heart is now the readers heart, they are now its holder(kinda a steven universe and rose situation) and that made herta panic and grow a bit scared in silence
Herta never told anyone, outside of reader, about reader's father and his unique heart she's not one to open up due to being so self confident and sufficient, so she never fully moves on from her grief wich makes her overprotective
And ahe defitely never told anyone, not even reader(she did tell them when they were only a toddler but din't go into detail and they forgot over time), about the heart in fear for her child
herta isn't the best mother, not by a long shot, but tries her best in her grief state but still...
Reader grew up having a strained relationship with herta they love her deep down but are very rebellious against her, they have her personality but don't have her giant ego they are more level headed
Reader looks exactly like herta but has their fathers eyes
(I ofteb pair up this reader with phainon i think the dinamic would be great and the chemestry even more)
Forgot to put that no one knows about the existence of reader only herta's most trusty allys such as screwllum, ruan mei and maybe even asta know about their existence
I just like the idea of a woman as prideful as Herta, bending over backwards for only one person in the universe; her wife. She normally does not heed orders from anyone, but when her wife is the one calling all the shots, suddenly Herta is all quiet. Ruan Mei and Screwllum definitely pick up on this change whenever you enter the room, and it isn’t exactly subtle.
I like to imagine Herta firing off at someone at a meeting because they annoyed the hell out of her, and then when you walk in she’s suddenly super polite and apologetic.
“Ah…I am…sorry for raising my voice, but it was horribly incompetent of you—” she sees you in the corner of her eye shaking your head, and she quiets down. “…Never mind. Forget I brought it up, just do better.”
Herta gets significantly nicer when you are around. Her employees love having you around because of it, it seems like Herta doesn’t want to make you angry so she is more calm and compliant than usual. Probably because you scold her at home about being too hard on her workers, so she actually takes your advice and follows them….when you are watching of course 😅
Also, hear me out on Herta letting you do whatever you want in her office. You don’t even have to knock, just walk into her office, clamber into her lap like a cat (it doesn’t even matter if she’s working), and she’d just…let you. She may let out a small grunt of annoyance, but she doesn’t say anything because she lets you walk all over her in the end. Herta doesn’t want to admit it but she is whipped for her wife, and you can actually push your luck with her boundaries by pulling this stunt when she’s in a meeting with others.
Just Herta talking with a subordinate in her office when you suddenly walk in, climb into her lap without a word, and Herta just continues on with her conversation. The worker she is talking to is heavily flustered and awkward, but Herta just gives them a look like “Say something, I dare you.”
Not because the door is locked, though it is, but because Herta has a way of making the idea feel small. Foolish. Like questioning gravity.
“Hold still,” she says, not looking up from the device in her hands. Long, pale fingers, metal catching the cold blue light of the sanctum. She’s designed the strap-on herself, naturally. Custom-fitted obsidian-black material that hums faintly at the base; some resonance frequency she’s calibrated specifically to her own nerve clusters. A genius pleasuring herself through you.
“I made it to fit you,” she murmurs, then pauses. “Perhaps a little bigger.”
The thought makes your stomach flip in a way you hate.
“You’re trembling again,” she notes. Her eyes are clinical and devastating all at once.
“I’m not,” you protest.
“You are.” She steps closer, between your legs, puts herself in your space. “You have this fascinating way of pretending. That you hate me, that you don’t want me, and yet your pupils dilate every time I walk in the room.”A small, sharp smile. “You’re confused, little thing. Let me simplify it for you.”
“Stop being so condescending,” you mutter in response. She responds only by pressing in closer. Herta hasn’t even bothered to fully undress; she’s just lifted her skirt to reveal the strap-on. Meanwhile, you’re bare, draped only in her lab coat. The tip of her attachment brushes against your inner thigh, and she pauses. There’s a sharp intake of breath.
“Thermal energy,” she explains. She touches herself, strokes along the length of it, and a breathy moan escapes her. “I’ll feel everything.”
Her hand fits around your throat as she guides you to lie back. She joins you, makes space for herself between your thighs, and when she touches you, she finds you wet. Herta pauses, and your cheeks burn.
“Hm,” she says, regarding you.
“Don’t you dare say fascinating,” you manage.
She pauses to consider. “Riveting. You run from me, and yet when it comes down to it, you want me.”
“Stop talking,” you say, face still heated. She obliges with an amused smile and then presses forward.
When she pushes inside you, it’s slow; deliberately slow, the kind of patience that feels like a punishment. She watches your face with an intensity that takes your breath away, cataloguing every flicker, every sharp inhale. Herta stretches you just right.
“You’ve been avoiding eye contact,” she says conversationally, moving in a long, grinding rhythm that has your breath catching. “Since Tuesday. I noted it.”
“Herta—”
“I note everything about you.” Her free hand finds your jaw, tilts it up. Forces eye contact. “That’s the difference between you and everyone else who passes through here. They’re interesting for a season.” A thrust that steals your breath. “You are a variable I cannot resolve.”
It’s the closest she’s come to saying anything like love.
Her pace shifts, something hungry seeping through her control. The feedback from the device was hitting her now. She makes a sound low in her throat. Her fingers press harder into the bed beneath you as if she needs to ground herself.
Your fingers curl into her top, and she makes a sound like you’ve surprised her, which nothing ever does.
“You’re not leaving,” she says, and it’s not a question. It’s not even a threat, really. It is the same tone she uses for natural laws. “You are not leaving.”
You bite down on your tongue hard before you do something stupid like agree. Instead, you whimper out a “please.” Herta reaches down and touches you where you need her.
“Come,” she commands, and you do, clinging to her like a lifeline. You feel her shudder above you, and then the strap-on twitches, and an unexpected warmth fills you. You make a soft and disoriented noise.
“It’s not real,” Herta explains. “For now.” She presses a hand into your tummy. “One day I’ll impregnate you for real.”
You close your eyes and pull her down onto you, burying your face in her to avoid having to confront your thoughts on that idea.
Herta, flinching: Never mind, just darling is fine I suppose…
As much as I’d like to be a doormat for a prideful woman like Herta, I do like to imagine she is compliant for her wife like all the other HSR women. She knows when to quit her act lmao
When you just had Surgery
Characters: The Herta, Blade, Cyrene
☆ She would be familiar with these types of procedures, just because she is a scientist and definitely has studied the human body of course
☆ She'd be there the entire time (well in the waiting room), she'd kiss you before you begin surgery, and then see you upon waking up
☆ Before your surgery shes also very strict with reminding you what to do the day of and after
☆ If you're feeling unwell after it, she and her millions of Herta puppets are your #1 caretakers!, whenever you need it, they are by your side
☆ She also buys you whatever foods you want (assuming they are safe to eat after the surgery)
☆ Lots of cuddles, she lets you rest and occasionally will send her puppets to do her work for her to be able and spend time with you
☆ Blade will be there with you, but mainly after the surgery
☆ He'll buy everything you need, the premium version of everything
☆ He also spends most of the day forcing you to stay in your bed, and if he absolutely has to leave your side then he'll send Kafka or Silver Wolf to watch over you in his place
☆ He wants someone with you to get whatever you need at all times
☆ And since you had surgery Blade will let you cuddle him as much as you want to
☆ If you need anything, he will also send Silver Wolf or Kafka to buy you a few things, if he says they're helping your surgery then there's
☆ Cyrene is definitely the most comforting before and after the surgery out of everyone
☆ She knows what to say to reassure you, and knows exactly how to care for you at the end of it
☆ And she'll definitely be in the waiting room eager to see you and help you however she can
☆ And she stocks up on everything the week before and double checks with your doctor as well
☆ Though if you need anything she'll send Phainon to get what you need
It had been the same routine for quite a long time now. A very sweet routine where you make your drink at the same time as hers, and you both start your day together. In between reminders and discussions of whatever is on your schedules, she always asks if you want a sip of her drink.
You always thought it was just a cute excuse to hold your attention for a moment, as she tilts the cup to your lips. She already had a habit of hand feeding you the pastries she made as well, so you considered this to be an extension of that niche affection she shows.
You go your separate ways, and with her head turned away you don't get to see the little secret she had been keeping all this time. Smiling to herself, she seals herself away in her lab, and bring the mug to her own lips. A long mirror by the coat hanger in her lab reveals a small smirk on her face, one smudged in a familiar shade of pink.
From then on she only sips from right beside the stain on her mug, as if to keep your lips right by her own throughout the day. Each moment she drinks from it the tension and strain shoulders in her cease. She sinks back into her chair a little, and her features fall into the soft expression she has when sleeping. Almost in constant intervals, the harsh cold lights and sterile room fade away for a moment, as she imagines its your lips that bring such warmth and sweetness to her instead of her tea.
Herta's favorite mugs, cups and glasses all come in pairs. Fancy patterned glasses in various colors, delicately painted teacups, all in identical sets of two. Whenever you would visit her office or spend time idling around the station with her, there would always be a drink of sorts placed in your hand.
She was always so sweet and considerate, holding your drink for you when needed. If only you didn't consistently turn around only to see her sneaking a little sip... She always offers you a sip of her own if you catch her red handed, all too happy as she holds the cup to you.
You may think its easy to catch when she swaps your drinks, but unbeknownst to you she likes you witnessing it. You're just too cute when you huff and chastise her. The little scowl you send her whenever you sip the drink afterwards.
Whenever you finally think you've figured it out, and triumphantly exit the room with your drink, you find yourself a surprisingly full glass, stained with a different shade of lipstick on the rim. You think you can hear an amused little laugh on the other side of the door you just shut..
Meow
I CANT FIND THE LIL POST THINGY I BASED THIS ON ANYMORE IDK WHERE I PUT IT! BUT ITS A POST A OUT SOME GIRL GIVING HER GF A SIP OF HER DRINK EVERY MORNING SO THAT SHE CAN KISS HER LIPSTICK STAIN WHILE AT WORK AND AWAY FROM HER! (*^3(*^o^*)
