True Love never has a happy ending because there is no ending to true love.
- Alexander the Great
Featuring compilations of Genshin Impact and Honkai SR fanfics (x reader) such as one shots, extras from other fanfic, imagines.
Imagine being one of Dottore's clone significant other.
Imagine waking up one day only to find your lover whom rested with you last night gone, not even a note, his clothes were even left on side of cabinet, confusing you. He usually left a note whenever he left but now he did not. Still you don't really mind, he will comeback like he always does.
Imagine the anxiety as days passed by and your lover have yet to return home. You've been waiting for quite a few months now. No notes or words from him. You're getting worried now. Sure he have left for so long as you can remember just like the other times but at least during those times he have left a letter.
Imagine missing your lovers warmth. Although he have never showed you his whole face, although you knew he was hiding something from you, that never stopped you from loving him despite his weirdness and craziness.
Imagine finally having enough, tears running down your cheeks as you packed your things and his. Fine, if you won't come back then I'll just come and get you. You thought, wiping off the tears on your cheeks as you finished packing of your things.
Imagine going so far, so damn far just to reach Snezhnaya. The motherland of your lover, something you only manage to get out of him when you asked him, more on forced him to tell you about himself.
Imagine finding yourself among on of the pubs in Snezhanya, tears once again about to stain your cheeks but held it in. If I happened to disappear, go to Snezhanya. There you will find your answer. Remembering your lovers words, you couldn't help but to let out a deep sign.
"I'm here now. So where are you?" You missed those red eyes of his, those soft light blue locks of his that you always run your hand through. His weird humor and intelligence. You love him, really.
Imagine walking out of the pub, going back into your rented place in the current nation you're in. Imagine the cold breeze that hits your exposed skin. Pulling your clothes closer as you try to keep warm, your breathe out.
Imagine walking across the road when you catch a familiar figure on your sight which cause you to stop and take a good look of the figure. The man from afar was talking to what it seems like was a subordinate. But you will not be mistaken by that hair color, that damn light blue locks.
Imagine just staring there wide eyes as the figure turn to his side, there was a familiar mask he was wearing and before you knew it. You run towards him, heart beating wildly on your chest.
Imagine getting over excited, recognizing your lovers figure and hair alongside the mask that he always worn, although it was a different type of mask, the pattern was still the same. So as soon as you manage to go near him, you pull him into a hug.
"Dottore! I missed you so much. Why did you leave with any notes!? Do you know how worried was I? I can't get a hold of you, I thought.. I though..-!" Before you could really cry into your lovers arm. A cold blade was pressed upon your neck.
Imagine just standing in there, not daring to move as you kept your hands on your lover still, silently clenching on his beautiful coat. Thinking you've done nothing wrong but oh dear, you do.
"I command you to step back and let go of The Doctor!-"
Imagine your lover finally moved, chuckling as he pushed away the head of the spear pressed upon your neck as much to his subordinate surprise. One of his hand warping around around your waist to pull you close to him.
Imagine a shiver down your spine upon hearing his chuckle. Sure it sounds the same, at the same time you knew it wasn't the same, and the way his hand rest on your waist, you knew something was wrong, he was familiar, definitely familiar but something doesn't seems right.
"Sir-?" "All of you go back in your station." Even his voice was the same, but something really wasn't right. It feels like your Dottore, at the same time he wasn't.
Imagine trying to pull away from him, only to have his arm warped around tightly around you. His other hand going under your chin to make you look up to him, faced with his masked face.
"Hmm? You seems to be going somewhere little one." He chuckle, making you look away from him as you utter "I.. I- uhm. On the second thought it seems that I have mistaken you for someone else- I.. I need to go.. Can you please let go of me? I'm really sorry."
Imagine him, except of letting you go, just chuckling with no signs of ever letting you go as in fact, take of his coat and place it into you. Adjusting its collar around your neck, he smirk behind his mask.
"Oh little one. You're not mistaken, you did call out my name did you?" He spoke, brushing back your (hair color) locks behind your ears that once again send a shiver down your spine.
Imagine him, holding your hand, pulling your flustered and confused figure with him back to his place, a smirk on his face you did not see as he was leading the way. It seems like one of his clones have found something worth and interesting, he thought.
Imagine him looking back at you, who was warped around his coat, guard up but rather unsuspecting of him as you stare longing and innocently at him, as if actually hoping for something.
Not bad, he thought. For once other than the gnosis, getting rid of his clones seems worth it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
