Genshin (mostly Dottore) x Reader ☆ (One-shots)

💌 | Dottore x GN!Reader

❛❛A Doctor's Doctor❜❜

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

✎ ❛❛ I might have to get sick more often, just so you can take care of me again. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (Oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name, finished this at 5am so there might be some errors

wc: ~1.2k

Notes: Another idea that I got from an Anon on Tumblr! It's time for this softie to get well taken care of (as he should). I hope you like it!!! 💕💕Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Before meeting you, whenever Dottore got sick, he'd just ignore the signals his body was trying to warn him. Got a cold? He'd just work it away. Caught a flu? Pop some pills and continue on about his day. No one was there to drag him to bed and look after him, he had to take care of himself in his own way. When was the last time he had been taken care of? Has he even ever experienced that? What was it like being mothered? He wondered. He didn't grow up with the warmth of a mother. So the idea of being in a state where you're so vulnerable to the point where you need someone else to take care of you made him feel... frightened.

That was until you waltz right into his heart. It's not often Dottore would get sick. It has been quite some time since the two of you were together. You were almost convinced this man was immune to any sickness... that was until he suddenly caught himself in a sneezing fit.

You have been sitting next to him for almost an hour, watching him as he worked, well, tried to. He was about to proceed with a step that he needed to be extra cautious with when–

"ah-CHOO."

...And the sound of glass breaking on the floor followed through.

'Twenty-five,' you counted. "Love, that was the twenty-fifth sneeze you had let out for the past hour. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Mhm, I'm fine," he grunted. His brow frowning as he looked at the shattered pieces on the floor. He soon regretted it as he looked right at the lights reflected off of the glass shards, making him feel even more nauseous.

Slightly cringing at how his voice came out hoarse. You reached your hand out to his face so you could make him turn to you and took his mask off. As you set your sight on him, you gasped at how red his face was. Beads of sweat were rolling down and bags were visible under his eyes. Placing your hand on his forehead, you could feel how abnormally high his temperature was.

"Oh Archons, you got a fever!"

"Dove, you could've just said that I'm hot–"

"No. What I meant was you're sick." You then stood up and attempted to drag him to your shared bed. "Get up, we're getting you to bed."

But to your dismay, he did not budge.

"Zandik, you're not going to work like this," you argued.

"I really am fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

You wanted to protest, but you knew it would only make his condition worse. Having no other choices, you decided to just leave him be for now and stomped out of his lab. On your way out, you bumped into one of his segments — a younger version of himself.

"Ah! My apologies, darling. I didn't see you there." He gave you a sheepish smile.

"It's alright..." You trailed off as you stared at him.

Then an idea came into mind.

"PRIME!"

Gritting his teeth. Dottore winced at the sudden loud noise that made his ears ring.

"What is it?" He was starting to lose his patience, his fever was getting him on his nerves.

"It's (Y/n)! They were in the bedroom and–"

Dottore didn't even let his segment finish and he rushed to your shared bedroom. Something bad must've happened if his clone came to him in a hurry and said your name. He came barging into the room and what he saw almost made him faint. You were laying on the bed, covered in layers and layers of bandages stained with blood. As he got closer to check on you. You shot out of your covers and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling down onto the bed with you and sat on top of him, restraining his movements.

"Gotcha." You smiled at him in triumph.

He was confused, but quickly caught on. "What is the meaning of this? I won't be taking any rest–"

"Yes you are. I may not be a doctor but I know when someone is sick. Besides, you're on the bed now, so might as well just lay down."

He was about to deny your request, then he looked into your eyes.

"But my work..."

"Just leave it for now. At least until you get a bit better,"

How could he say no when you were looking at him with such pleading eyes? Damn it, why must you make denying you that hard?

"Fine," he grumbled.

Your worried expression then melts into a softened one.

"Great! Now, I'll go brew you some tea, so don't go anywhere, got it?"

You got off of him and took the bandages colored with red food coloring off. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of a look of grimace on Dottore's face. Well, gotta do what you need to do to get him to bed. Better safe than sorry, right? You then went to brew him some tea and tasked the segment who followed him to the bedroom to keep him in bed, giving him a high five as he passed you. When you came back with a cup of steamy ginger tea in your hand, you were met with a comedic sight. The segment was laying right on top of Dottore, trying to keep him from getting up.

"Let me get up, you rascal! You're supposed to follow my orders, damn it!"

"I'm sorry, Prime. But (Y/n) said you need rest–"

The segment noticed you standing by the door. He gave you pleading eyes to help calm his master down.

You glared at Dottore. "What did I say about leaving the bed?" You scolded him like he was a misbehaving five-year-old, which he kind of was acting like one. When he saw you, he let out a huff and leaned back onto the mattress. "Whatever," he groaned. Looking right behind you, his segment was snickering to himself, but immediately left the room when he could feel Prime staring right into his soul.

You gave Dottore his cup of tea, advising him to drink slowly so he wouldn't burnt his tongue off. Then you put a cool washcloth on him to get his fever down, changing it every once in a while when it gets warm. At one point, Dottore asked if you could give him some painkillers for his headache. You went to fetch some and to your surprise, he was still in the bed when you came back, looking all snug underneath the covers. You couldn't help but cooed at how cute he looked. His face flushed in embarrassment but luckily for him, it was disguised as he had fever.

A few hours have passed by, you put the thermometer in his mouth. Letting out a sigh of relief momentarily when the red line was not as high as it was before.

"Alright, good news. Your temperature is not as high now. I suppose you can continue your work."

"...Actually, I'll just wait until I'm fully recovered," he said, having gotten used to your tender care.

"Oh, now you want to rest, huh?" you teased.

"It feels nice being taken care of," he confessed. "I didn't have anyone to take care of me when I was sick."

You held his hand up to where your face was and kissed his palm.

"But now I do."

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