MAFU, YOUR WORKS ARE BEAUTIFUL

MAFU, YOUR WORKS ARE BEAUTIFUL <333

ᯓ✿ there was no saving you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ inspired by this amazing fic by beau 🫶 in which your illness only seems to get worse

ˋ°•*⁀➷ baizhu x gn! reader

₊˚ ANGST!!! MUCH ANGST, marrying a corpse but like not in a weird way, character death (reader)

he wished he knew from the very second you met that it wasn’t meant to last. the medicines he had brewed for you kept you sleeping and comfortable until the inevitable end. something kept baizhu standing by that bed, he could have gave up but he took care of you. even as you became weaker and barely able to stand for longer than a minute, he was losing sleep looking for something, anything that could cure you. maybe it was his dedication to medicine, or maybe he loved you despite your fleeting life.

in the middle of the night, the doctor had fallen asleep at his desk when he awoke from a nightmare and decided that enough is enough. he had realized something that night, something he hadn’t realized he wanted. baizhu knew deep down that there was absolutely nothing he could do to save you from the rapidly approaching end, this thing is going to kill you sooner rather than later. he’d find himself talking to you while you were fast asleep under the influence of the cocktail of medicines he’d given you to keep you comfortable, telling you everything and pretending you could hear him. if he could only take the ailment that will soon take your life and transfer it to himself, he would in a heartbeat.

as your condition further deteriorated, he knew the end would come in only days. as you took your last breath before falling into an eternal sleep, baizhu’s heart shattered into a million pieces. placing a silver ring on your finger, he’d carry your lifeless body to the grave he prepared just outside his house.

day after day, the doctor would place the flowers you loved on your grave, hopelessly praying that you’d be happy and without the illness that had taken your fleeting life on the other side.

“Commercial break

with Riddle Rosehearts”

with Trans! reader + Transphobic Riddle

(Takes place before his overblot)

“You don’t get it, do you?” He despised the dejected expression on your face. Still, he nodded with your blunt inquiry. “I’m not who I used to be, Riddle.”

He wanted to be understanding, and he was trying so hard to. It was taking everything in him not to push you away in angry confusion.

You were you.

Why were you saying that you were someone else, someone aside from who he grew up with? Was this some stupid prank Ace and Deuce put you up to? Why are you going against all it is he was raised to believe? Did you hate him?

“Why are you being delusional?” He slipped up in his thoughts.

“Huh?” He knows you’d heard that reaction from others within your classes, but not him. And even though he could see the pain in your eyes, he chose to continue.

“You’re selfisb, pulling the rug out from everyone just because you want to be different. I will not support your actions and behavior. And the only ones who will stand by your stupidity is those who see you’re a pitiful fool. Remember that.”

I do not believe Riddle would be discriminating against any minority after his overblot, however this is a short drabble containing my speculation for how it could be. Transphobia will not be tolerated.

comfort fic…hu tao comforting reader who lost a family member please..

“In my time of need

with Hu Tao”

With her arms around your waist, she allows you to rest your body into her own. Her grip is firm, and the atmosphere feels heavy. Unlike the director’s usual behavior, she was silent while embracing you.

Not because she didn’t want to speak. She just didn’t know how. Hu Tao has never been confident or sure of her abilities to comfort or be there for someone emotionally,

But for you, she makes an exception to her rule of keeping her distance. She wants to try to help. And not by trying to make you laugh with her, at times, poor humor.

But by trying to show you she cares. And she’s there.

Loss is a scary thing. She knows that. So if she can help you grieve in any healthy manner, she’ll be there. As both a friend and a lover. If you need her, you have her.

Losing someone is one of the hardest things someone can experience. The world can be so unfair to the most undeserving people. Try to keep your head up. I’m here if you need anything <3

“No more theatrics

with Furina”

As she’s under you, her heart races. One arm of yours rests next to her, holding you up on her bed. The other is used to cup her cheek.

She felt conflicted. Wanting to loudly exclaim her thoughts on this predicament, but she wasn’t even sure what her thoughts were.

“Ahem! Is this any way to treat your— uhm— the beauty before you? I was once the most beloved in all of Fontaine! The— the least you could do is show me a more dignified display.”

With a smile spreading across your lips, you leaned down and kissed her other cheek. The one your hand was not holding.

“You really are beautiful.” Pink blush bloomed brightly across her face. Obvious in comparison to her pale features typically. “But, you’re correct, I should get off.”

“Hey, wait!” A hand reached up to grab the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like this, so stay…please,” her voice fell incredibly soft.

With her apparent desire to remain like this, perhaps you can indulge the ‘beauty before you.’

do you do comfort fics…

Comfort fics

I absolutely do comfort fics, whether it’s the character comforting the reader or the other way around

“I’m not pretty when I’m naked

with Lynette”

Nudity

She shed her clothes in your bedroom, feeling dread pool in her stomach.

Hearing you walk in, she tried to make sure she maintained a face of indifference. Being left in her undergarments as she searched for her pajamas, she felt pathetic. You would never pressure her to do something like this, changing with the door open, rendering herself vulnerable.

“Dear, what’s the matter?” She hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down her face. She stared at the loose t-shirt in her clenched fists.

She was shaking.

“I’d like to change alone, I think.” She braced herself for something. Maybe physical contact from your hand, or a sigh of disappointment. Something to try to coerce her into continuing despite her hesitation.

But she wasn’t met with any distaste, as you pulled away and reached behind you. You handed her the pajama pants she’d brought for your sleepover.

“You don’t need my permission to do what makes you comfortable, Lynette. You’re safe to do whatever you need.”

Before she could start sobbing, she quickly turned away to leave for the bathroom. At times like this, you knew it was not best to force her to be too open. Lynette allowing you to see a side of her that reveals her fear is rare. It was best not to push it.

And while you returned to making sure your room was ready for her return, she stood in the mirror.

What did she do to deserve you?

Or is this maybe what she earned, through all the hellish experiences she’s faced in her lifetime.