belaprus

[belaprus]

I can't open the source link of the original image (which is not mine), but here ya go. I'm old and socially outdated.

https://m.joyreactor.cc/tag/Dottore%20%28Genshin%20Impact%29

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt. 11 - SMUT ALERT)

Before you knew it, you were on the wall again. What you've been afraid of was now before your eyes, all because you couldn't shut the fuck up. This time he didn't even care to keep distances: precisely, his forehead was resting on yours, hands on your waist, half closed eyelids over those damn, beautiful red eyes, sparkling with lust. The sudden move had you both holding your breaths, as if that was the only barrier left before you came undone. You felt electricity rushing through your whole body as your lips quivered. Your thoughts were just incoherent mush at this point. As you tried to resume your breathing, he didn't let you, instead pushing his lips on yours along with his whole body in such an impatient fashion, so typical of him but just as new to you. You held onto his coat for dear life as you felt his hands moving all across your body. You could hear the sound of your heart pumping like crazy, that of fabric rubbing against fabric, your pitiful attempts at breathing, the occasional sound of him pushing his hand to the wall, trying to restrain himself from breaking you right there and then. Neither of you intended to stop at this point. As you finally parted your lips, you were trying so hard to form a sentence: "W-what does this m-" he laid a finger on your lips: "Shh. Stop thinking now", then kissed you passionately again, with just a faint, impercettible tint of sweetness that soon faded away as his hands started exploring under your clothes. He wasn't the indulgent type: wherever he wanted to touch, he went straight to it. That's what you noticed as his thumbs were softly rubbing against your breasts, the tingling sensation causing you to turn your head to the side and bite your lower lip. You, on the other hand, were quite the silent type, and that only enticed him more: you were the perfect challenge for him. By the time he had taken your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, though, your will was already starting to falter.

"Such a pretty face... Look at me", he ordered, and you obeyed. His nose was almost touching yours, his face slightly tilted to the side, his gaze still as fierce as ever. "Good girl", he said before nastily pinching your left nipple, causing you to let out a little noise, which was enough for him to start feasting on your mouth. Another new sound reached your ears: that of wet, intense kisses, that kind you could never get enough of, the kind that would consume your whole pride and individuality as your heart finally fell into his hands like a fortress conquered by barbarians.

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It was at that moment that he knew she was finally his: her fingers were intertwined with his hair, softly pulling at it when he was pushing the right buttons... and the real fun had yet to come. So many possibilities were flashing through his mind, he didn't even know where to start. Her scent was making him go insane. His pants had started to feel too tight, he wanted release. Just a little thrust of his hips was enough to feel the grip on his hair suddendly tighten, a quiet moan escaping his lips: "You... You're making it so hard to wait..."

She came closer to his ear, whispering in a lascivious tone: "Then why wait?"

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If he wasn't aroused enough, after that he had finally snapped. He quickly stripped you naked, tearing through the fabric of your clothes, and before your reflexes could act on covering your sensible parts he already had his face between your breasts and his right hand between your thighs. You laid both your arms on the crook of his neck, pushing him closer as you slightly arched your back at the sudden sensation, feeling him kissing and biting harshly all over your chest, surely leaving lots of marks, while his fingers were having their way with your clit. He growled in pain, the bulge on his pants now too much to handle. You started fumbling over his lower body, trying to take off his pants, but your hands were shaking and you weren't sure where to put them. He took one of them into his own and led it to the zip of his pants, helping you with your task. When he had finally freed himself, a relieved sigh escaped his lips. As the rest of his clothes was swiftly thrown aside, leaving you both fully naked, he finally stopped to look at you, a hand trying to cover the blush on his face and his dick finally free in all of its glory.

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"Fuck...". He couldn't stop staring up and down at her body.

'I gotta thank Pantalone someday' was the only lucid thought left in his brain.

She decided to take the initiative, coming to him and leaving a trail of soft kisses from his chest downward, until she stopped right before reaching the most needed spot. She looked up at him as she slowly started to cat-lick the tip of his cock, making sure not to break the eye contact.

'Fuckfuckfuckfucketyfuck', his thoughts were now those of a madman as he was panting helplessly, her starting to take the head of his cock in her mouth, already sucking on it. He was so tempted to mercilessly shove it right in her throat, but she was so good at it that he wouldn't dare interfere. His mouth fell open at the sudden feeling of her taking him wholly in her mouth, gagging on him by herself: "Ah- Jesus fucking Christ-ah!", he wasn't in control of his words or thoughts anymore. She started massaging his balls with her soft hands, every one of her thrusts feeling like heaven. His trembling hand caressed her cheek briefly before tugging on her hair and leading her movements in the right rythm. "Y-yes... That's it".

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After a few more thrusts, he suddendly pulled out, saliva still connecting your mouth to his dick. Then you felt yourself being pulled up by strong hands, and before you knew you were on Dottore's shoulder, heading over to his room. You didn't have time to observe your surroundings before finding your vision spinning as you were thrown on his bed. Next thing you knew, he was already on you. You took some seconds to observe each other: his hair was a complete mess, his breath fast and his eyes were begging for more. You placed a stray strand of hair behind his ear and felt your heart unexpectedly aching in such a way you couldn't describe with words. He seemed to understand that, but suddendly froze in place: he couldn't bear with what was coming next, you could feel his struggle. Despite that, you had the urge to tell him: "Dottore..." "Yes?" "...I love you". That was all it took: three words. Then both of you were done for. You kissed him, but his lips were still. You laid back and looked at him with concern, noticing his expression had changed drastically. As he was staring blankly at you, he managed to whisper, almost unnoticeably: "Do you?" You whispered back: "Yes, I do". Then he finally moved again, placing his head in the crook of your neck. He was holding you tight, so tight it almost hurt. Before you could bring yourself to wrap your hands around him, you felt a strong pain on the lower side of your body, caused by him entering you without any warning or further preparation. "Argh!", you weren't expecting it in the least. He started to pump into you like an obsessed, placing a hand on your mouth to muffle your screams. Your crying only resulted in him going harder on your poor cunt, stretching it out from the inside. Right about when you thought you would have a prolapse, the pain started to ease and be replaced by unbearable pleasure. Your eyes shoot upwards as you started moaning soundly. He released your mouth and began chanting your name like a prayer, his sentences a mix of pleas, apologies, swearings, as he reached for your hand, holding it tight. Your other hand left a trail of scratches through his whole back as you were chanting back: "D-Dot-tore...!". His name was all you could say or think as your pussy spasmed around him yet another time, causing you both to climax. When he had completely released his load into you, he finally collapsed beside you. You were still feeling the tears he had left on your shoulder. You felt so dizzy, but in the back of your ear his quiet whisper was still heard: "I don't know about love... But I want you mine. Will you still be my little assistant?". His hand was gripping yours, and you were sure he wouldn't let go.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt. 10)

You were a panting mess, but he didn't seem to care: he was already feasting on the meal you had prepared. Ungrateful to the core, he hadn't even served your dish. Your heart was racing like a horse in a hippodrome: you wanted to tell him to just fuck off, but somehow you were already expecting this. It was true, after all: you weren't like him, and he was not like you. Maybe this was all the more reason why you were so obsessed with him. You had never wanted for him to change anyway. Though it was such a hassle to bear with his mood swings: one moment he would look like he almost enjoys your company, the next he would scare you to death.

You were both sitting in silence while eating. The air was heavier than before, you could see how stiff his shoulders were. You weren't sure why he was acting like that, though: wasn't he trying to upset you as always? Why would he be that tense over his own actions? Upon realizing, you couldn't help the facepalm: 'If you knew about your awful social skills, why going this far?' "..." 'Did you really feel the urge to act up like that only because of some bickering? I bet you're embarrassed, now. Such a dumbass you are'. You were so frustrated by the fact you weren't able to tell him. Much to your dismay, you were in fact intimidated by what had just happened: what if he had come even closer? Would you have been able to stand it? From time to time, you could see him casting glances at you. You couldn't even blame him, as you were doing the exact same thing. It was only when you both did it at the same time that you broke the silence: "What are you looking at?"

"Hilarious, coming from you"

"If I sense someone looking at me, I will look back"

His brows furrowed: "I could easily say you're the one who started, at the very least"

"It isn't my fault for ruining the mood"

"What was the mood again? Oh, right: you acting like a little kid and trying to poke your nose in my cooking business."

"Yet you're eating mine"

"Want a round of applause?"

"Maybe so!"

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He stood up, taking off his mask and throwing it to the side: it was finally time for her to experience the full wrath of a harbinger.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.9)

You used to be so frustrated when he was avoiding confrontation with you... Yet there you stood, in front of his lab door, waiting for your muscles to move on their own and get you in. You already had the keys, it's just you didn't know where to begin to explain Dottore your adventure on that day: since a large amount of rocks had fell onto the usual path you were taking to come to the lab, you had decided to go another way - which obviously led you to getting lost and risking your life at least twice. After what had happened the day before, you couldn't even make out if you were more irritated by how he had treated you or embarrassed by your own half-assed confession. What you knew for certain was that you didn't want to see him. This was such a critical moment for your relationship - if something was to go wrong, you wouldn't be able to fix it anymore and all of your research on him would get ruined.

You were about to turn your keys to open the door, when you suddendly jumped at the feeling of something touching your shoulder. All you managed to do was to rapidly turn around and scream upon seeing a man covered in blood. Dottore was startled by your sudden reaction, but after a second he bursted out laughing:

"I didn't expect to see you here at this hour, little assistant", he managed to say while choking with laughter.

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After having mocked her to his heart's content, he noticed she was absolutely furious. Despite wanting to tease her more, a wolf's howl and the first falling snowflakes had alerted him enough to stop on his tracks:

"The sun is setting. We'd better enter as soon as possible"

She didn't respond. 'Such a hopelessly proud girl' "If you don't want to enter, at least let me. Snezhnayan mountains at night is not a sight I'm particularly fond of"

She pouted at him: "Like you're gonna leave me here in the cold and live enough to tell"

"Don't test me", now he was dead serious.

She made sure to highlight every one of her slow steps as she entered first, still pouting. He had half an idea to just push her down the stairs and step on her, but by the time the thought had crossed his mind the trip was already over.

As the two of them were inside, he carefully laid the dead deer over the hospital bed on the other room and grabbed a skinning knife to get the work done. He felt her watching the process from a corner, without even entering the room. He could also tell that she didn't like game's smell: she was plugging her nose, disgust planted all over her face. It was funny how she would watch children being dismembered without batting an eye but would be this sensible to such a natural smell. He figured she wouldn't comply because of her proud nature, so he didn't care much about it.

As the first step was completed, he returned to his research room, which also served as a kitchen. After putting most of the meat into the freezer, he laid the rest on a frying pan. When he was about to mix in some slime secretion, she suddendly grabbed his wrist: "Are you for real?!"

Despite his deadly stare, she continued: "Slime secretions aren't even edible! Let me handle this"

"I mean, I understand your womanly instinct wouldn't let me have the kitchen for myself... But I can assure you I've been living on this long enough to be certain it's not unedible"

"It's such a waste to cook deer that way!". As he was disappointed in her completely ignoring his misogynist joke, she had completely removed him from the stoves before he could even realize it.

" “You're no kid anymore” ", he mocked her, trying to imitate her annoying little voice from the time she had said the exact same sentence. He was barely left with the time to avoid a wooden spoon flying his way. He was completely stunned: "Did you just throw a spoon at me? The 2nd Fatui Harbinger?!"

"I didn't wanna waste any food by throwing the pan"

"Seriously...!"

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You only had the time to let go of the pan before he had grabbed you, holding you by your hips and swiftly turning you around to face him. The tension between you two could be easily touched, at that point: "Let go of me...!"

"Don't you dare give me orders, you little thing"

"Do you want to be electrocuted or something?!"

In a second, you were thrown to the wall, blocked by your wrists: "And tell me, what will happen if you try? Do you really think I can't defend myself from this helpless, mortal power of yours? There's a limit to naivety, my little assistant", his mischevious smile was sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes widened as they locked on his, a wild stare on you. You knew he had full control over the situation, and you weren't sure what would become of you. You felt your options narrowing down to two in a single moment: either he was killing you on the spot, or something else was happening. The second option was the scarier. 'I mean, he could make me his new test subject, torture me, or-' "I would pay to know exactly what your little brain is processing right now. Care to tell me?". You turned pale, knees getting weak as he slowly closed up distances, his breath already on your neck before you could react. From your side, you could still feel his scarlet eyes watching your every move. You were on the verge of tears:

"M-meat looks cooked enough. Will you please let go of me?" was all you could say, stuttering on your own words like a little kid. "Hmm?", he shifted to the other side of your head, gaze flickering on your earring for but a second, then back to attacking your eyes: "You might be right, judging by the color". He was definitely not referring to the meat.

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When had it all started? Was it her being that close, her voice, or her smell... What was it exactly that had him this turned on? He didn't know. He wasn't good at pinpointing emotions other than rage, nor was he sure to be even capable of feeling them anymore... until he had met her. She was like a bolt from the blue, carrying so many new experiences into his life: some he didn't like, but others were very interesting. For instance, this was the latter. He could feel her breathing unevenly, trembling under him, and that alone was already making him see stars. 'She's definitely the funniest doe I've ever met', he agreed with his own thoughts... Then he realized his body was shaking too. Had he ever experienced this before? The feeling was very similar to the thrill of hunting, but at the same time he knew that there was so much more to it. Not to dwell on that sensation for too long, he let go of her at once and finally extinguished the stoves' fire:

"Indeed, food is ready"

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.8)

"Weren't you gonna dispose of these unworthy eyes of mine?", you still had the courage to get back at him as you were wiping your own tears, childishly looking away.

He was silent, kept looking at you. You weren't afraid of death or punishment... What scared you the most was him knowing this side of yourself. You wanted to uncover all of his secrets, yet now that he had just revealed yours you were feeling so weak and defenseless. You knew that now he was watching you back, that you had lost control. You just wanted to disappear. Pantalone was so right in telling you he was no average man: you had to come to terms with your own weakness if you wanted to safely explore his. But how could curiosity be a weakness? No: it wasn't that alone that had led you to this situation. You knew. You just wanted to have that thought as far away from your mind as possible. You looked back at him. You couldn't figure out his expression, your still teary eyes obliterating your vision. You heard a soft sigh from his side:

"You can go, if you want". You could feel him suddendly avoiding looking at you. You were so embarrassed with yourself, your only choice was to leave. It felt even worse as you were home, all sort of emotions coming back and forth into your tiny, fragile, pitiful heart as you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep again.

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He had kept on staring at that hospital bed for an unknown amount of hours when finally heard his ringtone waking him up from his state of trance: it was 5 AM. He would usually prepare his research papers, ingredients and eventually some test subjects at that hour, but his will had completely vanished. Despite his attempts to tidy up the room, his lab was feeling so small and empty. The clock had gotten to 2 PM before he could notice, and it looked like she wasn't showing up that day. For the first time in years, he felt like going out.

He hated being in highly populated areas, so he had decided to go on a walk in the nearby forest. Well, in reality, he was just absent-mindedly wandering around with a rifle on his back. His thoughts and feelings from the day before were silenced, his mind was just blank noise, and he wanted it to stay that way. He knew if he was to regain consciousness of his own emotions, the first ones to show up would be shame and regret, and he particularly disliked them. This time rage wasn't enough to express all of his idle queries, so he was better off keeping his heart quiet. He had always operated that way.

Spring was already leaving its mark on Snezhnayan mountains: there was snow still, but it was warmer than usual and the bravest of birds had already started to settle among the pine trees, chirping and chanting their sounds as the sun was high in the sky. He wasn't paying attention to it, though, as he was intent on hunting for some bigger prey, rifle now at hand: 'Deer meat will do the trick', he thought to himself. It's not like he would need to hunt, but sometimes he enjoyed the thrill. Besides, bullets costed far less than meat in Snezhnaya, and lab expenses were worth quite a lot. Though by 9 PM, as he was returning home with his meal on his shoulder, he was met with yet another breed of deer... A doe, to be exact.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.7)

'Today is another day of work', you thought while waking up in your bed... except that it wasn't your bed.

You had woken up in a white room full of lights, hard gum-coated metal keeping your head, arms and legs in place. You knew perfectly what this meant: 'That bastard Pantalone...! Did he set me up?!'

You froze in place as you heard one clapping sound, then another, and then again, the sound getting closer and closer to the hospital bed you laid in.

"Well done, Akademiya student... What was your name again?"

You were silent. Not only Pantalone had set you up, he had even disclosed your past to a fucking sociopath. 'Speaking about worst-case-scenario, here...' your thoughts were interrupted by the harsh sound of his hands falling at your sides. He didn't have his mask on, and given the context you had half an idea it was your last time seeing him... Or anything else at all, for that matter. You couldn't help gulping as this time his whole face was looking at you, and it made it that much more intimidating.

With his malicious, wide smile on you, he spoke again: "A little bird told me you have quite the crush on me"

"So you decided to tie me up? So romantic"

"SHUT UP", his composure was already gone, along with your hopes for the future. He continued:

"What do you know about me?"

"..." You didn't know if telling him you had searched up all of Sumeru's Akademiya to find clues about him would have been better than lying, at this point. How would he react? Would he even believe you?

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'Like hell she did. It must have been Pantalone's doing all along' was all he could think about. He was furious. How had he been so blind as to trust her? 'Calm down, Dottore... Gut is always right. There must be something I've been missing about... I just have to make her talk'

He pulled out a scalpel from his coat's pocket, taking it upwards along her belly to stop at her neck, pointing vertically at her jugular.

"You're in no position to stay silent, little assistant. Think carefully"

"Are you here to find an excuse to hunt your colleague down? Because if you are, it doesn't even matter what I say"

"You would already be dead if that was the case. Talk now, I'm not gonna wait any longer"

"I used to have connections with the Akademiya, and that's where I had come to know that you were back in Sumeru. I didn't know a thing about you at first, but just hearing about how you were cast out of the Akademiya for blasphemy was enough to abandon all of my other researches to come looking for you"

"Did you encounter the Traveler?"

"I was tailing him when he found your little hospital in the middle of the desert. I read all of the pages you left regarding your experiments"

"And then?"

"I got cast away, because I was found out. It was shortly after that time that Pantalone scouted me. At first, I was in charge of following the Traveler, but after the accident with your clones had happened he said you would need some company, because you were getting unstable. Only me and the Traveler, other than the other Harbingers, would know enough about you to be considered worthy of the job. And that's why Pantalone sent me to you"

"How often have you been reporting to him about my situation?"

"Once a week"

A dry laughter was his only response, as he slightly removed the scalpel from her throat. But this wasn't enough for him. He then moved it onto her left eye:

"I feel like you've already seen too much with those eyes of yours. Though I have an important question to make before I decide to act on them: why did you make it all this way, just to get to me?"

She had been calm until now, her face a mess of conflicting emotions. She looked like she wasn't able to put all of her thoughts in order, blabbering nonsense as Dottore felt this was her perfect spot to poke on. When the scalpel was about to touch her eye, she finally spat out:

"Because I was so sick of this world. Whatever new thing I wanted to try out, people from the Akademiya would deem it as blasphemy. Machinery could have been used to help with hard labour, but it was forbidden. Psychiatry could help those who were mentally unstable to recover, but it was forbidden. And it was always “Rukkhadevata” this, “Rukkhadevata” that... I had never even seen a god. And even when I got to the other side of Sumeru, I was only met with another kind of fanatics, seeing the Village Keepers as animals despite them having saved all. I just wanted to take the best out of anything, that's the only thing I was ever good at. But just for once, I had changed plans... I wanted to find someone who could understand me, instead of the opposite. Someone just as wrong and blasphemous as me"

By the time she had finished, the scalpel was on the ground. Tears then started to fill her face, and it sent shivers down Dottore's spine: no wonder Pantalone had chosen her to be his assistant. Both of them had fallen under his trap. What was he scheming? 'Is he trying to mock me?', he thought. But his thoughts and words weren't matching up:

"You're not wrong. You wanted knowledge to help others. That's the only thing I wouldn't understand about you: you found yourself into a nest of wolves, but you aren't one of us"

She looked hurt now. He continued nevertheless:

"Do you even realize Pantalone has been using you all along?"

"I do. But if that's what it takes to be here with you, I would do it again an infinite amount of times"

His eyes opened wide as that sparkle from back when he was talking with Pantalone had returned. He knew he shouldn't have chosen to ask her. This was exactly what his guts were warning him about: feeling this good had to be avoided at all costs. He was relieved, though: such a mentally broken girl couldn't be capable of lying... Not to him, at least. There still was this stirring anxiety about what she had said earlier, but at least the worst hadn't happened: she only knew as far as Pantalone did.

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When he had completely released you of your metal bands, you were full of bruises around the zones they were put on. You weren't sure how to tell Pantalone: in all honesty, you had a feeling he had already predicted, if not wanted, this.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.6)

"Why did you call me here?"

"You know, that little assistant you gave me... so capable of her work and all... So. Who is she?"

"..."

"I mean, you couldn't possibly make me think that a woman with two visions would be the average Fatui rookie, right? But I've never seen or heard of her. So spit it out."

It was no option. Pantalone wasn't disturbed at all, since he had planned to tell him at some point:

"She's an Akademiya outcast... Much like you"

His eyes lit up, for but a fraction of a second: "What for?"

"She was the first one who had tried to heal the mad scholars, going off to the desert just for the sake of knowledge. She was obviously radiated"

"Delving beyond the universe and attempting the forbidden, I guess. Is that all?"

"She's very simpathetic. For four full years, she has lived with the mad scholars and acted like them. Most people thought she had gone mad too, but she was just getting into their comfort zone to observe them thoroughly. The moment she was cast out from the Akademiya, she had already realized there was nothing more to learn about them... and that's about when I found her. I gave her something new to explore"

"How much did you tell her about me?"

Pantalone smiled, a tint of malice in his eyes:

"What she knows about you is beyond my grasp. Ever since she joined, all she cared about was getting to know every bit of you. Most of the information, she found out by herself. I liked that about her: she obsesses herself over something, and when she's got the gist of it she would move on to antoher subject. Luckily for her, she doesn't have any malicious intentions... Unlike us, she really just wants to know. If you think about it, it's no wonder I chose her to be your assistant"

Was it all she cared about? Digging into his private life... And he didn't even know how much she had already found out. He was getting anxious just by the thought: much to his disppointment, he still was in bad terms with his past, especially now that his clones were gone. What if she had talked to them? He wouldn't be able to know now. And obviously Pantalone feeding on that very knowledge wasn't the ideal situation. Though he couldn't blame her - they were quite similar, when it came to curiousity -, her being curious about HIM was something that he couldn't help but feeling unsettled about.

Pantalone could read right through his mind, and his smile was widening by every passing minute:

"I guess you will have to do a “background check” on her too, right?"

Dottore had understood his words instantly, but Pantalone's expression was implying something else: ‘are you capable of doing it?’. And here he was, dwelling between the only two possibilities: asking Pantalone or asking her, what she knew about himself. The former would be a blow to his pride, plus it would be a hassle to eventually take Pantalone out and it would confirm the girl to be a weak spot, which would put his only assistance in finding ingredients in danger... Plus, there was the remote possibility that his colleague really didn't know. The latter was the more rational one, but he felt like she would take advantage of it somehow - he didn't want to know how. For the moment, he had decided on the lesser evil:

"It will be done. But if she ever mentions you telling her of any sensible topic, you're six feet underground"

"Don't you trust me, comrade?"

"Tch"

With that, each one returned to their own affairs.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.5)

He was looking at you with an unusual smile on his face. For a moment you were tempted to exit the room and enter again, just to be sure you weren't having hallucinations of some sort. As you were pondering about what kind of drug he had used lately, he unexpectedly talked first:"I guess you were right. I'm no kid anymore", he said while relaxedly laying back on his chair. You had a gut feeling this was going somewhere you didn't want to. He continued:

"I can take care of myself, and I'll make sure to do so. No more ruin guard incidents will happen from now on. But, you know..."

'Yup, this is definitely going somewhere', you thought.

"I would need just a tiny bit of your help. Just some... ingredients, would be perfect for my research. And since you're so relatable, I wouldn't mind you being my assistant"

'Is this supposed to be an upgrade or something?' You cut off his coaxings: "You got no shame at all, do you?"

"Probably so. Does it sound even?"

'Not at all, but I guess I'll just go with it. I don't wanna have any mental breakdowns on him. Besides, it's just ingredients... nothing I can't get my hands on, as a Fatui' "Alright. What do you need?"

Next thing you knew, fucking 11th Harbinger was swinging his polearm at you, thunders falling from the ceiling and your little ass moving frantically to avoid premature death. Honestly, Childe could have just given you some of his Shards of Foul Legacy in exchange for mora and you would have called it a deal, but he wasn't the type to let you go without a fight. Plus, he was never short of mora. This was way more difficult than defeating a ruin hunter: you were at a strong disadvantage, with your visions being of pyro and electro, while his electro and hydro definitely got the upper hand, one of them even being a delusion. It was ridiculously unfair. At some point, you started to wonder if Dottore had sent you there to get you indirectly killed. And you knew it couldn't have been that far from the truth.

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He was fidgeting with a pen, a paper listing all of the ingredients in front of him. The clock marking the passage of time was getting him so impatient: what was taking her so long? Just as he was about to go out to smoke, the door opened before him. He was trying so hard not to laugh at the woman in front of him:

"What's with the messy hair? Did you end up fucking him?", he couldn't resist on saying.

She was silent, but if eyes could kill he would have been done for in an instant.

He continued "Come on! If you can't manage him, how are you gonna deal with me? Need I remind you-"

"Tartaglia was sent by Pantalone", she talked with a flat tone, a slight frown on her face, eyes still trying to flash deadly laser beams at him.

"And Pantalone was sent by me. Right? Now you're starting to see what real power is"

He liked this new situation so much: she was fierce, but still obedient. What was even more funny to him was that she wouldn't even do it because of power: she definitely had a thing for him. He could do whatever he wanted with her, exploiting her emotions... Or else. There was so much he had in mind since the day she had shown her soft spot. He could have patiently poked on it, just like she'd done before, but he wasn't a man of patience at all.

"Oy! Get your mind off the clouds of Celestia and help me!"

As always, he was thinking too much.

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"Here are your ingredients", you handed him a box containing all of your hard work and the remaining shreds of your soul. Normally, you would have expected a Grammy Award for all the effort it took, but obviously this wasn't the case.

"Aww, thanks."

'Well, at least he didn't say anything weird', your naïve head was thinking until he spoke again:

"Only one thing: call me Master, next time"

'...THIS FUCKING BITCH'

"AS IF", you spat out as he was laughing so loud at you while taking the box into the other room. If you had a mirror, though, you would have noticed the blushing mess you had become. What a pity neither of you had one.

By the end of the day, you were utterly exausted. While listing other ingredients and designing new schemes for his evil plans, he liked to provoke you from time to time. Despite you ignoring him, he kept on until you heard him say:

"Don't be so dramatic. Childe is strong, but not the strongest. If you want to be of use here, you gotta be stronger than this, little girl"

And that 'little girl' was enough to break the spell:

"I'm no little girl"

"Well, compared to me, you are"

"I. Am. No. Little. Girl."

"Maybe 'assistant' would be more suitable?"

Your gaze darted towards the clock: time was up by less than a minute. Usually, you wouldn't care about time, not even with your patients before you had joinined the Fatui... But now was the perfect moment to start. You ignored him yet again and started to pack your things. He was looking at you through the whole process as if expecting something, the smile from before still painted on his face. It was when you were by the door that the expected moment had arrived:

"See you tomorrow, my little assistant"

You shouldn't have focused on his eyes, not even for a brief moment, because you could swear you'd seen him wink at you. And you knew that thought would hunt your dreams for the next nights to come.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.4)

Your cigarette was almost burning your fingers, and you hadn't taken a single drop of smoke from it. The only thing you were focused on was the man four meters away from you, right shoulder to the wall as he was turning away from you, smoking on his own. You had tried to collect yourself so many times, but now you had to act on it. You put out the cigarette and moved towards him, finally getting right in front of him, blocking his view:

"How long are you gonna be like this?"

"Like what?" His eyes were throwing knives at you.

"I don't like you treating me poorly because of your supplies. It wasn't my decision, and I had already warned you about it"

"Like I would care about how you feel"

"You must. Pantalone sent me"

"Well, I sent Pantalone", he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, "How does that sound?"

"Don't force me to do it again, Dottore"

"You're just a freak. You didn't come here to keep an eye on me, you came to stalk me. You think I wouldn't notice? How you were watching me like a fucking surveillance camera. What do you want from me?"

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Now that she had seen his mask fall off, it was his turn to see hers. He didn't like the whole situation since the beginning, but now it was too much to bear. She was starting to collect electro energy on her left hand, he could clearly see it through his peripherical vision, but he didn't care a bit, only tightening his grip and looking straight at her eyes. In the end, he was forced to let go of her because of the shocking wave. It was weaker than the last, dating two months before... Probably because it was coming from her injured left arm. He felt a slight pain in his head while looking at it, but his body was already moving on its own before he could notice.

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He was about to come at you again, but was faced with your right hand and the flames that were already taking form from it. His expression then suddendly changed into that of pure terror, as he stumbled back, breathing quickly and trembling. He looked like he was in a full panick crisis. What was even stranger is how he was able to compose himself again after mere seconds, still throwing daggers at you with his stare. He was frightened, but you could feel he was clumsily trying his best not to let you notice. No, there was something else in his eyes... Like he also felt betrayed. He was so emotional at times, you couldn't quite figure him out. You had never seen him like this before meeting him in person. You felt like you owed him explanations:

"You're right. I got my own interest for being here"

"Just don't"

"I'm the only one capable of this job"

"You're not doing it right, then. You're an unstable variable, and I don't like them"

"Or maybe this is exactly what you need. Face it, Dottore: you can't be an outcast forever"

"You can't force me"

"You're right. But neither you can force me to leave. I'm no babysitter and you're no kid anymore"

"You don't even know what I'm capable of. If I wanted you out, I would have killed you the moment you first came in"

"Why didn't you, though?" You were closing up distances again:

"Was it because you didn't want to be in bad terms with Pantalone?" He didn't answer. "Maybe because you wanted a raise on supplies? Or..." he interrupted you:

"Stop. Go away"

"I can't"

"Liar"

He was right: after the ruin hunter incident, you had refused to give up, but you could have if you had wanted to. At this point, you yourself weren't sure why you were still there. Your gut was telling you there was so much more about him than just the looks of it, and he had already leaked out so much in a couple of months. You couldn't back away now. You wanted to pierce through his soul, you would have been good even by knowing he didn't have one. Curiousity was your capital sin, much like his. The situation was getting out of hand, you knew damn well... But it was your desires, not only your job, that mattered in your life.

"I'm sorry, but I won't go away. It might be selfish, but I don't want to"

You felt him relaxing just a bit, after hearing you say it. Was it confirmation he was looking for?

As always, you were met with the door shutting behind you. You felt like you had done a lot of progress, though you were still very far from your target. Being with him was like dancing the waltz: everytime you thought you had taken a step back, the next takes you onward again, surpassing the last one by just a bit. Slowly but surely, you were getting to know each other... or so you thought.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.3)

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

"Yes"

"Even if it meant for you to spend more time with him?"

"Yes"

Pantalone was looking at your injured arm, slightly concerned. It felt like he was carefully searching for the right words to express himself. After some moments, he opened his mouth to speak again:

"Are you growing attached, maybe?"

"Absolutely not. It's just I'm the only one who can take care of him properly"

The skeptical expression on his face was clear, especially when he had heard you say 'take care of him'. You continued:

"He's no different from my average patient. At least this job is more rewarding, and I can focus on only one person"

"The latter might be a problem. And if you think he's just the average patient, need I remind you that his name is forsaken from the entirety of Sumeru?"

"He's still a person, and I'm the more capable one on this job. This is nothing I can't manage"

"If you say so..."

After a second of pondering, Pantalone smiled at you:

"I guess you really are suited for him, after all"

You smiled back. You were no average person either. You wouldn't deal with the average people. To be fair, your whole life wasn't average at all. You were used to it, it was almost in your comfort zone to be with people like Dottore. You had always found them interesting. Sometimes it would get scary, like with the ruin hunter's incident, but you felt like it was definitely worth it: your payment was not average either.

After you parted ways with Pantalone, you returned back home. 'Tomorrow will be another day of work', you thought while drifting off to sleep in your bed. --------- He was face-down on his own desk, mentally searching for whatever way to continue his experiments. Now he was left with only two children and some chemical components, all because of that bitch-sitter who never shut her mouth. Speaking of the devil, she had just entered the room. He didn't react at all. No, he was staying like this until something, ANYTHING, had caused his funds to raise. He heard a chair moving onto the other side of the desk, her sitting on it. Silence fell onto the room. After some moments, he noticed it wasn't completely quiet around: he could feel someone breathing and an intense stare on him. His heart-rate was just a little faster than normal, meaning he could feel it pump inside his own body. 'Stop, please... Someone make her stop' was all he could think about. It was torture to feel her so close, it was getting him anxious. Was he the real freak, at this point? ----------- You found it so amusing. He was clearly tense, but was trying so hard not to make any moves. It kind of reminded you of your cat's passive-aggressive behaviour: when you haven't been home for a long time, he would always act like you were not there, playing on your sense of guilt. Luckily for you, you barely had any. If the game was set on resistence mode, you were absolutely sure of your win. You noticed his mask was left beside him on the desk. 'It may be uncomfortable for him to wear it in that position.' - you thought to yourself - 'Still, I've never seen his whole face. I'm kind of curious'. You were trying to make out his features by watching him closely, when you were suddendly met with his scarlet red eyes. You instinctively gasped and backed out a bit, as he did the same. Were you too close? You hadn't noticed. He quickly put his mask back on, but you had already seen the big scar on his left eye. You were completely undisturbed by it, but guessed he would feel another way, since now he looked offended.

"You're a freak", he told you as he agitatedly walked around the narrow space between the desk and the freezer, covering his face in a hysterical motion.

"What do you want now? I don't have any new experiments to show you"

You stayed silent, analyzing his behaviour. Most of his sentences didn't have sense, but sometimes he was spitting out things like "Am I your experiment?", "Do I look stupid to you?". The fact that you simply being too close had left him in this state was unmistakably abnormal. 'Did I mess up that badly?', you were thinking. He suddendly stopped. Then, taking a deep breath, he turned in your direction and walked past you, grabbing some cigarettes along the way and rushing out. You had noticed how, when he was too stressed, he would just run away from the place he's in. As you were thinking about it, you sat there, trying to figure out what had just happened. After a few moments, you decided to follow him out.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.2)

One month had already passed, and you had made sure to observe him thoroughly. He eventually had gotten accustomed to your presence, neutralizing it completely. You were cool with it, just barely disappointed. This was to be expected from an antisocial freak like him, and, fortunately for you, you weren't there for theraphy. It's just that you were so bored by his obsessive routine: at 6 AM, when you punctually came to his laboratory, he was already tinkering with his ampoules, trying to make a drug powerful enough to make his subjects endure the pain better. Sometimes he even talked to himself or to the drugged children, undisturbed by your presence:

"With supplies running low, I can't have you die after only some minutes of treatment, right? Now be a good, strong boy for me... Survive just a little more"

Seeing him like this was unnerving. In the past month, he had made sure to ignore you if not for the strictly necessary things, so you had even given up in trying to hold a conversation.

The sound of the cardiac monitor had turned into a blank beep after mere seconds. Next thing you saw was papers shattering and the whole desk flying into the air, hitting the wall. 'Talking about anger issues here'. You didn't bat an eye: if he was to hurt you, he would definitely be deprived of all of his funds. ----------- He was fully aware of it. Still, her being there, watching him in this pitiful state, was so unsettling. Was she really that neutral to him? Not everyone had enough guts to not even try to dodge, even if it wasn't needed. Either she had some sort of blind trust on him, or she knew her thing. Maybe she wasn't even capable of perceiving danger. The latter looked like the most plausible answer. After the first time they had met, he hadn't forgotten the pain derived from her attack. Nothing like what he's felt before in his life, but he felt like she was using but a feeble fraction of her full power on that occasion. It was such a low blow to his pride, being overtly subject to her in such a way. He wanted her out. His lab, his only personal space, his domain, was haunted by her presence. Yet she was quiet, not doing anything but watching, and that was enough to unsettle him. What was she thinking? Was she judging him? It would be no news to him, but he felt like she was trying to see directly through his person, not caring about his attitude or external behaviour. Plus, remembering of her knowing about his past as Zandick always put him in a sort of latent state of anxiety.

While dissecting another child's body, he noticed he couldn't concentrate enough on it. He perceived her subtle change in expression: 'she noticed', he thought to himself. She was like a hawk, waiting for the prey to be in the right spot and taking it away. After a few seconds, she got a bottle of water out of her purse and silently handed it over to him. 'What is she doing? Is she trying to coax me?'

"You've been working for twelve hours straight already. Drink something, at least"

The “at least” part sounded much like a “come on”. He hated being looked down upon like this. There may have been a tint of concern in her tone... Though little did he know about people's ways of expressing emotions. This lack of knowledge had always been his soft spot, and somehow she was constantly poking at it. Was she doing it on purpose?

" *Sigh* Are you still there?"

Now she sounded pissed. It was too late to accept now, his pride wouldn't allow it after being spoken to with that tone.

"I never asked you. I don't need it"

"If you faint or do something wrong during an experiment, you'll be in even more trouble than you are now." 'Bla, bla, bla' "Your mind would be wasted if you don't take care of it" 'Bla, bla, bla' "What's that-- a ruin hunter?!" 'Bla, bla-' "wait, wha-" -------- A loud sound of metal scraping against metal had Dottore abruptly exiting his trance state. Time wasn't enough as he turned to face a deadly ray of energy coming right to him... But it was enough for you to push him to the right with you and take a part of the blow on your left arm. You were about to turn the mechanical giant into ashes, but as you stood it had already fallen to the ground by itself, suddenly turning off.

You then fell too, knees on the ground as you watched the thing laying in front of you with utter shock painted all over your face, a pool of blood emerging from under the monster's body. Your next thought was him. You looked at Dottore as if searching for explanation, but he didn't even turn to look back at you: he was blankly staring at the ruin guard, so deep in thought. Your gaze moved on to a lock of silvery hair hanging from his mask, partially sticking to his face. Was he sweating?

'Is he... Scared?'

But something seemed off. At the very moment this thought had crossed your mind, you saw his eyes glowing with endlees amazement and wonder. You were absolutely creeped out by it. When he finally met your eyes with his, you couldn't help seeing him smile maliciously. ----------- 'So she isn't immune to the sense of danger, after all'

A crooked feeling was attacking his already crooked heart. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins and his instinct was running wild: 'She's judging me. She couldn't possibly have seen through me, after all', he thought while her expression was slowly changing into that of worry.

'What?'

She was laying out her hand: "Are you ok?"

'Is she stupid? She's talking to the direct source of her fears like it's nothing'

"Dottore."

This time, she wasn't pissed. Her eyes glowed with a new emotion he couldn't quite figure out. Pity, maybe? Was she pitying him? How dare she? But his pride was too slow to act, this time: it was too late when he realized, he had already taken her hand.

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.1)

"So this is my new babysitter"

Just hearing his sarcastic words was already enough to prepare yourself for the next 6 months to come.

"It's not my fault if you messed up again, Akademiya student Zand-"

"So you even had a background check done on me. Bravo! Was it Pantalone's doing?"

Indeed, it was Pantalone who had entrusted you with your current job: surveillance on the most unstable of the harbingers. After the last laboratory had exploded in the midst of an anonymous Sumeru's forest, he decided Il Dottore would be better off returning to Snezhnaya in a high-security bunker under the mountains' hard rock, just to make sure he didn't draw in too much of the uninitiated's attention in such a critical time. You were about to answer his previous question, when he harshly cut you off again, getting closer to you and looking at you with sharp and malicious red eyes, barely but still clearly visible from behind the mask:

"Oh, and don't ever think of calling me that again. Everyone knows of me as Dottore."

He then turned back to work without even waiting for you to speak another word.

'Dude's not too good with social interactions, isn't he? Predictable', you thought to yourself while fixing your eyes on the hospital bed before him, probably containing another of his failed experiments - "no. 726" was written on a blood-stained blanket.

You had observed him for far more than he would ever be aware of: ever since Pantalone had let you into the Fatui, indirectly or not, your duty was to find informations about this man... More like a monster, as he was perceived from everyone, and you were no exception. You had kind of got used to it, though - to be completely fair, you even had started to be curious about him. You usually would have preferred to check on him from afar, but work was not an option among the Fatui. What you hated the most about him was that he was so blatantly incapable of interacting with people, but at the same time he was getting more and more unstable for this very reason: trying to ascend gods' power, yet creating other versions of himself to make sure he didn't completely lose his sanity in the process without even knowing. Different perspectives of reality? Was it even needed when he could have just asked other existing people? Such arrogance in thinking he was the only intelligent one of them all. As a psychiatrist, you had already witnessed a lot of individuals like him and knew better than to let his solitude eat him out.

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Mortality was easier to dispose of than the human's social nature: to stop the process of aging, the DNA only needed to acquire better telomeres-preserving abilities and some more copies of p53 genes to prevent cancer, whereas for emotions not even lobotomy was enough of a secure option. He knew it damn well: even the loss of empathy was not an assurance against his fits of rage and unpredictable personality. After he'd been expelled from the Akademiya he was livid enough to burn a whole city down by just staring at it, but now that he had just said goodbye to years of research - his own copies, all of his past ways to see the world and their contribution to the cause against the gods - he was always in a frantic rush of searching up for new leads to start a new experiment and trying to figure out what went wrong with the last. He didn't have either time or care to spend on another of Pantalone's lackeys. What disgusted him even more is that his associate had chosen such a sharp, direct, sassy woman: the perfect pain in the ass. Her stare was piercing holes through him, and he was so irritated by it. The way she was quietly looking at him taking in the dismembered corpse of yet another child, carried over with another hospital bed, only for her gaze to turn to him again, almost like she was trying to say: "What next? What are you going to do after this?"

He almost thought it nice to make her subject 728.

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The sun was setting when he was fed up enough to finally speak with you:

"Aren't you gonna go eat anything?" Sounded more like a request to go away than actual concern on his part.

"Not until you do", you replied coldly.

His face had turned purple almost instantly. 'He's already gotten that short-tempered? What a hassle', you thought to yourself.

"What are you, a fucking Matra?!"

"Whatever you wish, Dottore..." - you made sure to highlight his name in a slightly mocking tone - "...smoking a cigarette wouldn't be a waste, though" you blatantly ignored his homicidal expression and kept looking at him, waiting for his answer.

He hadn't thought thoroughly enough before getting his right hand on your neck. It was when he felt the high voltage shock and the burning sensation on his hip that he quickly let go of you and started clearing his thoughts. It was at that same moment that your electro and pyro visions suddendly flashed into his peripherical sight, hanging on your belt next to each other.

"You wouldn't let me focus anyway", he quickly responded with his own usual venom-coated tone, rushing to the door and closing it in your face in a childish attempt to leave his new babysitter behind.

"For fuck's sake...", you murmured to yourself before tagging along.

This was going to be the beginning of either a very refreshing experience or a complete mess. And you were already more on the latter's side.