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dottores-harness · 2 years ago

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Blood Colored

Genre: Smut

Ship: DottoLumi

Warnings: Smut, Wax play, Light bondage (Her hands are tied)

Word Count: 2827

Summary: Dottore tries a little experiment in wax play with his Lumine.

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Lumine wiggles her wrists only to come to the same conclusion she had already come to. The bindings were tight; inescapable. Currently, both of her arms were stretched above her head and bound to the headboard. Her bare body shone in the orange and yellow light cast by the fireplace. She raises her head to confirm she is still by herself. Dottore had left shortly after binding her at least an hour prior. She is going to lose her mind from the suspense alone.

She still isn’t sure how she got herself into this mess. Dottore had captured her in the Hadramaveth desert shortly after they had managed to free Nahida from the Akademiya’s clutches. Lumine and Paimon had got separated in a nasty sandstorm in the process of tracking a group of Treasure Hoarders. The Doctor had found and personally blindsided her, capturing her almost effortlessly. He had kept her locked up here in his lab ever since.

In her time here, she had discovered that Dottore was surprisingly insatiable. Had you asked her what she thought of Dottore’s sexual habits in the past, she might have said he was celibate. Living only for his Science and Technology. And live for it he did…The man loved his experiments, and that extended to their relationship. She honestly still didn’t know what they were to each other. Was she still just another of his test subjects? He spent more time with her than the others, she reasoned.

‘Am I more?’

Lumine starts as the door on the left creaks open and Dottore saunters into the room carrying two red pillar candles. He approaches the Traveler and stops once he reaches the nightstand. The man lights each candle with a small book of matches before setting them on the table.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Darling.”

“I know you did it on purpose. I’m not stupid.”

“Oh? And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a sadistic bastard. You have kept me locked up here for months!”

“I know. And you will remain mine until you've served your purpose.”

“Until I’ve served my purpose. …What happens then?”

“I am unsure. That should be left to the judgment of the hypothetical me confronted with that particular outcome.”

Lumine scoffed “I’m never going to stop trying to escape.”

“Given enough time, I believe you will. I have been studying you closely ever since your arrival, and I see how easily you succumb to me.” He smirked and carded his fingers through her hair.

Lumine grits her teeth and jerks her head away from him. She hates to admit it, but he is right. There is just something about this man in particular that she finds incredibly difficult to resist. ...and it both disgusts and fills her with excitement. She should not feel this way…but yet...she does.

“It's okay my dear. I know you hate me but…you're just too much fun to pass up. Besides, you are quite valuable and I have learned quite a bit studying you thus far.”

She did hate him. Right? She should. This line of conversation was making her uncomfortable. Lumine turned her head away so she didn’t have to look at him and pulled halfheartedly on her restraints. Changing the subject, she speaks up.

“My shoulders hurt.”

“Do they? I promise you will forget about it very soon.” The Harbinger chuckles flashing his sharp teeth at the Traveler.

“What are you going to do?”

“You will see. Darling…look at me.”

Slowly she does as the man asks. As soon as the woman’s eyes are on him, he plucks the mask from his face. Lumine always makes the same expression, and he loves seeing it. Dottore is no fool. He knows he is a handsome man, even with the scars crisscrossing his body. It’s just not something he generally puts a lot of pride into, preferring feats of the mind. …but seeing her reaction was always worth it. Her lips would pout just so. A light blush would dust her cheeks and the pupils of those golden eyes dilated. He chuckles darkly as he begins to undress. With each piece of clothing removed, he can swear her eyes dilate further. It is so adorable.

Lumine licks her lips as her eyes slide down his naked body. It is really unfair how fit he is. The man spent almost all of his time in a lab but his body is lean and well-toned. She wonders how he keeps any kind of muscle mass. After what feels like an eternity to her, Dottore crawls onto the bed and over to her prone body.

“Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.” The man begins to kiss her collarbone, trailing kisses up her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. “Soon you won't be able to remember any of this unpleasantness. You'll just remember how good we felt together.”

Lumine sighed and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. The Harbinger is skilled in so many ways; this is just another one. He sensually licks back down her neck passing her collarbone and stopping at her breasts. The man takes them in his large hands and squeezes the flesh together. Chuckling, he presses his face between them and inhales deeply, enjoying the smell of her.

“You're so beautiful, my Darling. Your skin is like honey and you smell divine. I love this scent...so warm and inviting.”

Lumine can feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to her skin and circles her right nipple with his tongue sucking it into his mouth. He begins to leisurely suck on the buds and roll them between his teeth, giving equal attention to both. The woman flinches slightly and gasps at the sensations he is inflicting her with. Dottore’s teeth are sharp. He is never truly gentle, but she finds that she loves it this way. She doesn’t hate the sensation. It is both painful and beautifully stimulating. The Traveler shivers with each swipe of his tongue against her skin and moans as he plays with her.

Suddenly, he moves away from her breasts and looks down at her with an evil grin. “Let's get you nice and warmed up.”

The man leans toward the table and snatches up one of the candles. Lumine’s eyes widen.

“You asked what we are going to do. We are going to test the limits of your sensitivity with a new kind of stimulation. Wax.”

“Dottore, I…”

“Shhh. You’ll love it.” And with that, he tilted the candle just enough to allow the heated wax to pour from the tip and fall.

She looks down her body at the man as he tilted the candle. As it splashes against her skin, she winces and watches as the skin blooms pink from the heat. It is hot but, not unbearable. The wax creates a sort of itching fuzzy sensation across her skin and awakens feelings in her she hasn't realized she possessed. It is a new, but not unwelcome feeling. Lumine gasps as more wax spills from the candle and drips onto her sternum. Slowly it trails down her stomach pooling under her belly button and creating a puddle before it begins to harden.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s…different. But not…bad…”

The Harbinger smirks at her response. “...and what a beautiful blood color.” The man spills more wax across her stomach and she shivers in anticipation of what is to come.

Lumine wiggles underneath him and yanks on her hands trying to get free so she can touch him. She wants to feel his skin too but he simply grins at her efforts. The man likes keeping her bound while they play. Getting this man to surrender control was like pulling teeth. The Traveler growls in frustration and thrashes harder.

“You're quite a handful, aren't you? But you're such a delightfully stubborn little girl. …I think I'll keep you for myself after all.”

His ruby eyes twinkle as he stares at her, waiting for her response. When she doesn't say anything, he reaches around and pulls her legs apart, settling himself between them. He drags her lower half into his lap, leaving her back still resting against the bed. With one hand he holds the candle close to her chest and drips wax directly onto her left nipple, causing it to grow hard and even more sensitive. With the other hand, he pinches her other nipple and watches her writhe beneath him. Lumine’s breathing quickens and she whimpers loudly.

“It feels so good Dottore. Please...I….” She is unsure exactly what she wants.

Dottore smirks at her words and gives her a light kiss on the lips, nipping them as he pulls away. “Did you forget your words?”

Lumine groans and turns her head to the side once more closing her eyes. “I…just…more please.”

“Of course my dear.” She can hear the laughter in his voice.

Rather than see the smug look on his face, Lumine keeps her eyes closed and just allows the sensations to wash over her. Heat blooms across her collarbone and trails down to her breasts where he takes extra care to stimulate both nipples. She bit her lip. The woman can feel herself getting wet as he covers her skin in more and more wax. The heat moves from her breasts to her sternum and trails lower and lower.

Suddenly she can feel his free hand as he parts her and moments later a searing delicious heat blooms across her clit. Lumine can’t help it, her eyes fly open and she cries out in response.

The Doctor laughs and leans down to give her another kiss. As he does, he pours more wax onto her pussy, causing it to swell from the stimulation. When he breaks off the kiss, he winks at her. The man leans back once more and slides a finger inside her, slowly beginning to thrust in and out. As he continues to tease her with the candle, her thoughts begin to fade.

“You're quite wet my dear. It seems you’re enjoying our little game.”

All of the stimulation is beginning to get to her and she moans as he slips a second finger into her cavern. The drag of his fingers inside of her and the blooming heat on her skin is already driving her up the wall. She looks down at herself and gasps at the view. Her skin is covered in vibrant splashes of red. If she didn’t already know better, she would think it was blood.

As he continues to tease her, she lets her head fall back on the pillow. She can feel that coil deep inside of her winding up. Lumine allows a long sigh to escape her lips.

‘Not long now.’

His fingers move expertly, thrusting and curling into the perfect spots. The man works her, carefully stoking her flames higher. He knows her body better than she does at this point. Dottore has spent so much time studying her. Leaning to the side, he places the still-burning candle on the nightstand. Now with his hand free he moves it back and begins to circle her clit with his thumb. Wax cracks and falls away as he teases her.

Lumine is on cloud nine by this point. And she thrusts her hips up to meet his hands, chasing after her orgasm. She squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth. It is coming, she can feel it. Gasping she gyrates her hips in his lap.

Abruptly his hands leave her and she jerks violently in shock. “No! Dottore, Why?”

“Oh Darling, you know better than that.”

A sob escapes her lips. Yes, she did know. She should have expected it.

The man sits on his knees and lifts her lower half to position her so he could better enter her. Laughing, he takes his dick in his left hand and teases her entrance. Using his right thumb he makes sure to stimulate her clit just enough to keep her on the precipice. He won’t let her fall until he is ready. And he just sits like that. This slow torture goes on for what feels like an eternity to Lumine. In her current stupor, she honestly isn’t sure how long it lasted. But she does know it was too long. She often wonders how he has the will to do this. The man does this every time.

Finally, he relents and adjusts her hips before lining up with her entrance.

“Yes…!” Lumine hisses as he begins to sink into her inch by inch. She tries to thrust up to meet him but his hands are like iron holding her steady. Hearing her low hiss, the man shoots her a sharp-toothed smirk as he slides to his base. He stills to allow her some time to adjust to his size.

This is one of his few mercies. With their size differences, he can just about rip her in half. Dottore is surprisingly good at taking care of his toys. The ones he wanted to keep around anyway.

As Lumine begins to relax, the Harbinger starts to thrust at a brisk pace. The man looms over her tiny frame. With each thrust, her body jars, and her breasts bounce. Moaning, he leans in and begins to nibble and lick the skin at the base of her neck.

The woman tilts her head to give him more access and he gladly takes it. Raking his teeth along her carotid before biting down on the skin just below her right ear. It is one of his favorite spots to mark her. It is very visible and impossible to hide with her clothes. Even tying her scarf further up her neck refused to hide it completely. Thus, everyone in the lab knew who she belonged to and walked on eggshells around her. She hates the display but It did give her a modicum of privacy, which she appreciates.

She can feel the blood trickling down her neck from the wound as he begins to lap it up. The air is cool against the trails of saliva on her skin. It is almost shocking in comparison to the heat her body radiates. His tongue and teeth continue to glide across her soft skin. He stops occasionally to leave bright love bites all along her collar, shoulders, and breasts. The more he marks her, the happier he seems to be.

Blue hair is stuck to the sweat of his neck and face and his earring swings as he moves. Dottore begins to pick up the pace pounding into her brutally. Broken moans are forced from her throat with each powerful thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of sex.

Lumine knows she won’t be able to walk in the morning. She begins to quake from all of the stimulation. The coil inside has wound so tight now…and her vision is fading again. The world around her is a blur of orange, yellow, and blue light. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall with each jar of her body. She can feel him, every inch of him surrounding her and inside of her. It is overwhelming. Before too much longer, she feels the first twitches of his dick, indicating he is close. Once more, she tries to thrust to meet him but he holds her still, denying her.

“Dottore!”

“Shhhh. Just take it.”

She has no choice. The man continues to pound her into the mattress. Waves of pleasure crash over her in ever-increasing frequency. The woman squeezes her eyes shut. Her vision has long since tunneled. All she can see is the golden glow of his skin and that swinging blue light.

The man shifts, laying Lumine completely on the mattress before placing his hands on either side of her as he continues to thrust at a new angle. She arches into him. It is to much.

“A-Ah. D-Dottore, I can’t…I…”

The coil snaps and her world explodes. White blooms behind her eyelids and a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over her forcing a sob of bliss from her lips. The Harbinger above her freezes as his own orgasm arrives. He thrusts as deep as he can and a deep guttural moan rips from his throat. She can feel the heat from his seed painting her insides and it pushes her over the edge again. Crying out, she yanks on her restraints so hard that the headboard cracks. The man collapses on top of her with a sigh and just lays there, spent.

After a moment, Lumine shifts uncomfortably. The man is heavy.

Sensing her distress, the Harbinger rolls off of her and onto his back by her side.

“I knew you would love it.”

“Screw you.”

“Oh trust me, there is more to come. Both candles still burn.”

Lumine groans. “My shoulders still hurt.”

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shuddervayne-plays · 2 years ago

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Lackluster

Chapter 1: Uncovered

Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Drama

Ralationships: Dottore/Reader

Warnings: Eventual Smut/Slow Burn

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The Fatui Agent's boots click sharply with every step he takes. The small woman trailing behind him produces a more muffled sound as she struggles to keep up with his long strides. Her white soft-soled leather boots pad along much quicker than the leisurely pace she was used to. They are making their way down a long grey corridor. Large rectangle-shaped lights hung at ten-foot intervals, casting down a dull blue glow that almost didn't reach the black tiled floor far below. If she is being honest, the longer she walks these halls, the more skittish she becomes.

'What was this place? Why was she here?'

As she just about jogs to keep up with the Fatuus, she stares holes into his back, desperately hoping he will finally answer her questions. Seven times now she had tried to get him to explain what is happening. This will make the eighth...

"Where are we going?" She pauses, waiting for a response, he simply kept walking. The woman huffs at his silence. "Why am I here?" This time his left fist clinches, but still, he continues to stubbornly ignore her questions.

'He has no right to be annoyed...', the young woman thinks.

Okay, that is actually nine questions, but she can't help it. Y/N is getting agitated. She did not like being in the dark, at all. She wants answers. After the events of just a few hours ago, she needs them. And to be frank, the woman thinks she deserves them. The H/C woman is confused and frightened by the sudden change in her situation.

Just two hours prior, she had been delivering a package to a visiting merchant from Liyue, it had been his first time in Snezhnaya. He had managed to get himself hopelessly lost trying to locate and retrieve his goods. The man only had so long before his visitor's visa ran out and his time was running thin. The merchant had made several purchases from various shops around the main city in hopes that the imported items would make him a great deal of mora back home. Of course, she hadn't seen anything that looked all that valuable among the items she had delivered...just several nick-knacks, some mediocre jewelry pieces, and a few cases of firewater.

The woman had met him at a café just outside of the port. Y/N had accidentally-though happily- overheard him complaining to one of the wait staff about his predicament and had immediately decided to offer her help with gathering his goods...for a modest amount of mora, of course. Everything in Snezhnaya came at a price.

Y/N didn't have a stable job and just enjoyed the freedom that the situation provided her. She would normally pick up the odd commission from the city folk or Adventure's Guild whenever she needed the money. The jobs she did were pretty lackluster, but they paid well enough. She couldn't complain. To prevent injury to herself, she wouldn't take on the harder tasks from the Guild. The woman simply couldn't keep up with the types of adversaries the institution normally dealt with. No amount of Mora was worth that.

Y/N had just delivered the final package and had been heading through the back alleys of the capital toward her small apartment. The place wasn't much, she didn't need anything all that extravagant. All she needed was her bed, washing facilities, kitchen, and her books.

As the woman had rounded the last corner on her route, she stopped walking. There was a Fatui Agent standing in the middle of the alley with his back to her. She tilted her head curiously wondering what he was even doing here. There wasn't anything of importance around the area.

Under the Tsaritsa's command, the Fatui were the ruling force and backbone of her country. She knew that, of course, but the woman tended to try and avoid them as much as possible. Y/N didn't exactly agree with everything they did, even though just about everyone here in the land of Cryo said it was for the greater good. She wasn't so sure about that...but it wasn't her place to judge them. The organization made her nervous.

Maybe she should backtrack and go the other way around? As she turned to do just that, the Agent pivoted, and she could feel his eyes land on her. The woman paused, watching him out of the corner of her E/C eyes.

'Now what? He already saw me, really no point in going around now.' Hesitantly she turned back toward the alley and began walking in the direction of the man. 'Relax, you have done nothing wrong. No reason to be scared,' As she approached him, the Fatuus simply continued to stare. It was beginning to creep her out.

The crunch of the snow under her feet seemed abnormally loud as she neared him. He stood like a statue in the middle of the walkway. If it hadn't been for the biting breeze fluttering his clothing around him...she could have believed that maybe, he really was made of stone.

She was within arm’s reach of him now. Y/N refused to look directly at him, her eyes were glued to the end of the alley where her warm little corner of the world lay. The woman passed him and after a few seconds breathed a silent sigh of relief.

'Okay, weird.'

Suddenly she felt an iron grip on her right arm, and he yanked her back to his side. She whipped around in surprise and looked up into his masked face just about to demand to know what he thought he was doing. He cut her off before a single syllable could leave her lips.

"You are coming with me." And with that, he turned and began dragging her back the way she had just come. Her eyes had widened in shock, and she stumbled several feet before she had managed to regain her balance. She desperately tried to yank her arm free of his bruising grip but it had been of no use. That's when she had begun hurling her previously unanswered questions. After about ten minutes of this treatment, they had finally approached a carriage...which he had promptly tossed her into. Then they left the capital heading off to Archon's know where.

She is ripped out of her thoughts as the Agent came to a sudden halt. They are standing in front of a large black door. He raises his fist and raps his knuckles against the iron surface twice. For a moment, there was only silence and then a deep voice reverberated from the other side.

"Enter."

The Fatuus grasps the handle and turns, swinging the door open in one swift move. He stands back and tilts his head toward the entrance, indicating that Y/N should enter first.

The frightened woman debates on just turning around and running, but she knew it would do little good. He would be on her before she took more than five steps, she was sure of it. She begins to move hesitantly toward the open room as she returns his gaze. As she steps inside, she is hit with a wave of delicious heat. She had not realized how cold the halls were, being occupied with her questions and confusion.

Y/N glances around the space while making a quick note of the room's furnishings. There is a fireplace placed snugly against the right wall as well as bookcases encasing the space, they reach the ceiling and are complete with a rolling ladder that appears to be attached to a track that can be maneuvered around the room.

The bookcases on three sides are full of books and scrolls but the left wall is filled with numerous jars of ingredients as well as many, many vials of suspiciously glowing liquid, all painstakingly labeled. There are various tables scattered about covered in notebooks, and what she thinks is possibly ruin machine parts. The room is cluttered but surprisingly neat considering all that is crammed into it. In the center of the room, closer to the back wall, stands a massive dark wooden desk. It is covered in various items. Mostly stacks of papers, a scale, an hourglass, a few more vials of liquid, and a medium-sized orb that is gold with red glowing lines crisscrossing its surface....and behind it all, sitting in a high-back ornately carved chair, is a man.

He has medium-length hair that is blue in color, a blue and black hooked mask covering the top half of his face, as well as a single blue earring in the shape of a vial that hangs from his right ear and seemed to glow ominously. He wears an outfit in various shades of black, blue, and white. The whole ensemble is littered with accessories that glow with the same color of light that is emitting from his earring.

He appears to be watching her, although she really can't tell for sure because his eyes are hidden behind the strange mask. His head has lifted in her direction though. That should be a good indicator, 'Right?'

Suddenly, she is pushed none to gently toward the desk. She shoots a glare over her shoulder at the Fatui Agent before she picks her way carefully through the room, winding around the many tables. Within a few short moments, she stands before the blue-haired man, just on the other side of the massive piece of furniture. He simply continues to stare at her as he lay down the pen he had been writing with.

Silence, all except for the Agent's steady breathing coming from behind her and the crackle of the fireplace. As time seems to drag on and nothing happens, her unease increases. She begins fidgeting with her fingers. Apparently noticing this, the man in front of her smiles. At least that is the best word she could think of to describe it. The way his lips stretch is...unsettling to say the least. She is unable to take this situation for much longer. 'Maybe he will answer her questions?', she speaks.

"So...this guy has been refusing to answer any of my questions and I feel that it is kind of unfair regarding the current turn of events." Y/N pauses motioning toward the Fatuus standing behind her. The Agent sighed audibly.

There is another beat of silence before the blue-haired man responds.

"That is not a part of his job description." His voice was deep and rich.

Her brow furrows at his response. 'Okay...rude,' she thought. Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself, she speaks again. "If I'm being honest, I feel like it's only fair to answer. I was dragged here against my will."

The man's smile cracks wider revealing his sharp teeth. Y/N's eyes widen slightly in surprise. 'That's not normal...'

"Oh, I suppose I can indulge you with a few answers. You have had a rather difficult time, after all."

The woman thinks his tone seems rather mocking. She didn't like it and let out a quick breath. “Why was I brought here?"

He tilts his head and seems to regard her for a moment. "That is your first question? Shouldn't it be to ask who I am? It is the normal order of events during a conversation where two people are meeting for the first time."

She snorted. "No. The normal order would be for the person that speaks first to greet the other, introduce themselves, and then ask for the second individual's name. However, nothing about this is normal and certainly not cordial. I was kidnapped remember? My first priority is knowing why I was brought here."

The man chuckles. "Well, I do not need you to give me your name as I already know who you are. We can skip that step." He continues to gaze at the woman expectantly.

Y/N starts at this news. Then again, she really shouldn't be surprised. The Agent had been waiting for her right in front of her home. Certainly, he knew her name. ...but 'Why?' There is another question that needs answering. However, this man is obviously not going to cooperate and answer any questions of hers unless she did things his way. He has an ego; she can already tell. 'Great.' Sighing deeply, she leans forward and braces her hands on his desk.

The woman simply asks, "Who are you?"

His head straightens again, "There, was that so hard? Now that you have been kind enough to ask, I shall indulge you. My name is Il Dottore, however, you may call me The Doctor."

The woman suddenly feels like she has been drenched by a bucket of ice-cold water. She Jerks her hands back, exhaling violently. She knows that name, everyone in Snezhnaya knew all the Harbinger's names. This one is the second and one of the members of the elite group that is feared most. He certainly has a reputation, that is for sure. He is just one of the reasons why she constantly questioned if the Fatui were doing things for the greater good after all. She is not of the mindset that the ends justified the means and his ends, in particular, made her insides churn. Her being here right now in front of this man, whatever the reason was, it is not good. She stands still and just stares at him.

He seems to enjoy her reaction if the ever-widening smile was any indication. He looks unhinged at this point. She supposes that really wasn't too far off. A person would have to be if they did the kinds of things he was known for, surely.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Her courage is shredded at this point. She almost has to dig the words out of her lungs to ask her question again. "Why was I brought here?"

"You were brought to my lab to help me with some experiments. I believe you will fill the role of my newest test subject quite well if the things I have heard are any true indicator."

'The things he has...heard? What things? What did I do to catch his attention? I'm...ordinary.' Her thoughts swirl even more violently now. She is so much more confused.

"Test subject?" She simply questions.

"Of course. I am always in need of new specimens." He says it like it should have already occurred to her.

"What do you need me for specifically? Why not someone else?" The woman wonders if she could worm her way out of this. Maybe convince him she is worthless, and he would let her go. She should feel bad for throwing someone else under the carriage, but she will worry about that later.

"You see, I have been working on a new serum, a variation of one I have used on myself. It is a kind of combat stimulant. It grants the subject superhuman strength, speed, reflexes, stamina, and resilience. As well as helping to hone the mind, allowing it to run faster and perceive the world around the user much clearer. However, this particular version is only temporary and comes with some inconvenient side effects. Namely extreme fatigue, migraines, body aches, nausea, and last but certainly not least, mental instability. I need special subjects to help me to develop this serum into the powerful permanent tool it is meant to be. I believe you are a very special subject. We shall find out soon enough. I have prepared an examination for you using this serum." The Doctor leans back from his desk steepling his black and blue gloved fingers in front of him and his face takes on a more passive expression.

'He thinks I'm special. He doesn't know.' Maybe there is an out. There is no way she is going to be as special as he thinks. Perhaps after this exam, he will let her go after all. She certainly hopes so. That's what she is banking on. ...but there is one little problem, he said the examination involves using the serum on her.

"Mental Instability?" She inquired.

"Yes, that's correct. However, I have crafted a second serum to use in tandem with the first specifically for the purposes of fortifying the mind against that particular nasty side effect, you have nothing to truly worry about."

Y/N seriously doubts that she has nothing to worry about. Not knowing what she knew about him. However, there is obviously nothing she can do about it. She just wants to get this exam over with and go home.

"Okay, I guess so." She pauses, bracing herself. "When are we going to do this examination?"

He smiles again and leans forward, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair. His earring swings.

"As I said, I have already prepared the exam but, to be fair, there wasn't much that had to be done in order to do so. This is a more technical exam. We will prepare you now and start immediately."

He pushes himself out of the chair and stands to his full height. Quickly he turns and makes his way around his desk in just a handful of long strides. He stops only once he had reached Y/N's side.

'He seems excited...he's also very very tall.' She thinks.

"And Darling, I must warn you not to attempt escape, it will not go well for you. When you are not in my presence, this Agent here is assigned to you specifically for protection and to ensure you do not try anything foolish. While he is not authorized to use lethal force...he can, and will, hurt you if the need arises. While I understand this is probably upsetting for you, please be aware that he is only following my orders. So long as you behave, you have nothing to fear. Do you understand?"

Of course, she had already assumed as much. She has no intention of trying to escape...well at least until the perfect opportunity arises. Which would mean that both The Doctor and the Fatui Agent will have to be out of the area. She wonders if there would be a time when they did truly leave her alone. Probably not. 'I just have to prove to him that he is wrong about me.'

"Yes," the young woman snorts.

Then her eyes move to the other man in the room. He appears to stretch to his full height (which was still several inches shorter than Il Dottore) and looks Y/N up and down with little expression before sighing audibly again.

Apparently, he is also not happy about this arrangement. 'Sucks for you, buddy. If I have to be miserable, so do you.'

"Excellent!" He turns to the Agent on his left side. "You are dismissed for now. I will send a Segment to fetch you when I am ready for you to take the subject to her room."

Bowing, the Fatuus briskly walks away and within seconds is gone through the still open door.

The Doctor motions for the woman to follow him and then they are retracing the other Fatuus' steps through the office and out into the chilly halls again. The tall man pauses briefly to pull the large iron slab closed. He produces a golden key from a pocket and quickly locks it, then whirls to the right before quickly striding off.

Y/N notices he never once looked back to see if she was following. The man simply knew she would. 'Cheeky bastard,' She thinks bitterly. Shivering slightly in the cold, she jogs off after him.

#dottore #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin dottore #fatui harbringers #dottore fanfiction #genshin impact fanfiction #Eventual Smut #Mild language #Lackluster #Fanfiction

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mysideaccountspicydreams · 2 years ago

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Can't wait to read it, I like it! :)

I am so happy this got so much attention despite not even being a chapter😭😭😭

But you all got me motivated and I am already working on the first chapter. 😆✨

#pantalone #dottore #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #fanfiction #pantalone fanfiction #dottore fanfiction

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aluraveil · 3 months ago

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A/N: I'm a yandere blog, how the hell did this piece turn so fluffy? This was meant to be a short drabble wtf LMAO.

I find it crazy how genshin fanfic writers basically all agree to certain things about the Fatui Harbingers.

For instance, Capitano would put on a cold, stoic, and heartless fighter on the battlefield but with his lover, he's extremely soft, caring, and will do anything for you. Basically your knight in shining armor who will bend down on his knee and go the extra mile.

We also have everyone simultaneously agree that Pantalone would absolutely spoil his lover with gifts and materialistic items and how spending mora on his darling would be his primary love language. If Pantalone is ever gone for too long, he would absolutely make it up to you by having a maid deliver a special gift just for you.

Along with Pierro who's seen a lot through his 500+ years of living and how he's similiar to Capitano who puts on a cold and uncaring front. But with his lover? Oh hell yeah, his chilly exterior instantly melts away like an ice cube on a hot summer day.

Childe, who values his family above all. He would absolutely introduce you to his family and gets extremely excited when all of you get along with each other. He would definitely have you meet his younger brother Teucer. Well you're his lover now, so you're technically his family too. Childe enjoys spending time with all of you and it warms his heart after a long day of duties as a Fatui Harbinger.

The Father of the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino raises her children like a strict unfeeling father, when in reality she cares about them a lot and only wishes the best. Same thing with you, Arlecchino may act tough and stoic, but behind close doors she's all yours. You get to meet the children and even Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet and it puts a smile on her face. There's no way in hell Darling wouldn't meet the children either, it's practically a guarantee at this point.

The mad doctor, Dottore who spends a lot of his time in the lab doing research. After an exhausting day, he comes home to you. We all agree that since Dottore is busy, his other segments will for sure keep you company!

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actiniumwrites · 2 years ago

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Not sure if you’re taking request still but if you are was wondering if you could right abt reader hiding their fever from Tighnari or Diluc (or both)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

synopsis: in which you try to hide your sickness from them, just trying to stay out of their way, except it doesn’t quite go to plan

characters: heizou, thoma, tighnari, dottore, and childe x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of being sick, a tiny bit of swearing, established relationships

notes: thanks for the request! i tried pretty hard to come up with something for diluc but i wasn’t able to so i just did tighnari. i also added in some other characters, hope that’s okay :) also reminder that this is a relatively old request and i’m not actively taking requests!

heizou:

you hadn’t intended to ever hide your sickness from him, honestly

you woke up with the incoming feeling of what you assumed was a fever. your temperature was high and you felt fatigued

still, when your red haired boyfriend came prancing into your shared bedroom excitedly shaking your shoulders begging you to join him on his day off, you felt as though you couldn’t refuse

he was just so happy and you didn’t want to ruin that, not when he had been so stressed recently

walking around ritou with him seemed to be alright

the weather wasn’t bad and he even took you to a few shops for some lunch and souvenirs

but as the time passed, your head felt dizzier and your eyes stung a bit. the red of the maple trees was blending with the blue of the sky and the shops around began to spin

“are you okay?” he had asked worriedly, noticing your eyes began to droop and the overall fatigue you seemed to be experiencing

he put a hand to your forehead and noticed the burning sensation and light sweat building quickly

“shit, you’re sick? why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he began to rush you home. his arms were around you, steadying you against him

“you were so excited,” you mumble against his shoulder, “i didn’t wanna ruin that, but it looks like i did anyway.”

the detective’s heart ached as the words left your mouth, he couldn’t believe you would say something like that, “please don’t say that again. your health matters way more than my fun, don’t ever forget that.”

when you got home, you fell asleep quickly, all snuggled up in the warm covers

heizou dimmed the lights and brought some medicine and water to place on the table next to you for when you woke up

as he got in the bed with you, he made sure to pull the blankets snuggly over you and bring you closer to his chest and placing a small kiss to your forehead

“i love you,” he whispered before shutting his eyes and holding you close.

thoma:

thoma hadn’t asked you to help him with chores, but here you were…helping him with chores

although the weather was beautiful, it was spring and in influx of new leaves and all sorts of pollen was in the air and on the floors of the estate

you were kind enough to help your boyfriend out with all of the spring cleaning to prevent him from getting stressed

unfortunately, it only lead to you getting stressed and consequently sick

you had already felt the oncomings of sickness for the past week

from various headaches, lack of sleep, the inability to eat, all the way to a runny nose and sore throat — you knew it was only going to worsen, but still clung to the hope it was just spring allergies

still, you chose to help him anyway while also leaving out the details of your sickness

about two hours had passed since your last break before fatigue hit you hard. the rake you had been using to gather fallen flowers was now leaned against the wall

your arm was resting against the railing to balance yourself as you sat on the small set of stairs under the shade

“thoma,” you called out to him through shut eyes and rushed breaths, “i’m so sorry, i- i don’t think i can help you anymore.”

he ran to you almost instantly, dropping everything in his hands to check if you were okay

when he saw you weren’t, he rushed you inside to your guys’ shared room

“oh archons, i’m so sorry i didn’t notice! you really didn’t have to help me if you weren’t feeling good,” he apologized, urgently trying to help you

it was like that for hours after

he was constantly apologizing for not noticing and you could tell he truly felt bad

he even brought you fresh homemade soup and anything else you so desired. you name it, he got it

at the end of the day, he fell asleep alongside you, swearing to stay by you until you felt better.

he didn’t even care if he got sick. if it was for you, it was worth it

tighnari:

tighnari had been frustrated all week

you had noticed that almost instantaneously and even if you hadn’t, all of his grumbling, dark eye bags (which he never seemed to have), and the distance he was placing between you would have made it blatantly obvious

he didn’t seem himself as of late and that made you feel a bit down yourself

eventually it got to the point where his mood was dampening everyone else’s and you had fallen ill

the forest watcher was so stressed that he hadn’t even noticed

you had tried to tell him when he requested you help him with collecting samples of withered areas, but he was quick to shut you down before hearing you out, requesting that you, “please just help me without complaining.”

under normal circumstances, you would have told him off and not allowed him to dictate over you like that, but you weren’t feeling well at all and didn’t have the energy to argue

besides, it would only be an hour and a half right? you figured you could get through that

you should’ve known what you were getting into. your boyfriend always took longer than expected, though you hadn’t expected an hour and a half to turn into two, which then turned into three

when you realized the time, you began to ask to go home and just come back tomorrow. it was getting dark and was definitely a reasonable request of him

but tighnari wasn’t in the mood and he brushed you off, choosing not to answer your question

moments later, his equipment fell and broke — almost as if karma had struck him

he was never one to lose his cool so easily, but here he was yelling at nothing and kicking his bag over

when you had asked him to calm down, he refused and snapped at you too.

he didn’t mean it — you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like he did. like he meant to snap at you and that all his anger was somehow your fault

mixed with the fatigue and shivers from your now fully developed fever, your eyes drooped and you fell forward into unconsciousness

hours had passed before you awoke. but when you did, you found tighnari right by your side handing you a cup of water and some of his homemade medicine

“i’m so sorry,” he started quickly, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologize, “i was so selfish forcing you to go with me. i mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even notice when their partner is sick?”

you cough before responding, “you were a little harsh, but it’s okay now. you were just stressed and no one was around to help you out when you needed it, so don’t feel too bad okay?”

he nodded sadly and fell against your lap, still guilt-stricken by his lack of awareness and clouded mind from just a mere few hours ago

he would take the next week off he decided. taking care of you was more important and he had a lot of making up to do

dottore:

you weren’t surprised the doctor had failed to recognize the fact that you were sick

while he was a doctor, he wasn’t one that cared for his patients or anyone besides himself

when he had called you to his lab early one morning to aid him in some lab work, you knew there was no chance of it ending well

you loved him, you really did, but your boyfriend was pushy. and when his mind was set on something, it became the most important thing to him

today he had asked for your assistance in his lab for whatever new experiment he had conjured up this time

initially, you refused as you weren’t feeling well and didn’t have the energy

but, as aforementioned, dottore is a stubborn man and wouldn’t take no for an answer

“dottore, i’m not feeling we—“ you tried to argue with him

“ah ah, i do not care what excuse you have this time. i need your help and only your help.”

he didn’t even hear you out

so you sucked it up and helped him

about an hour had passed when you began feeling strained

back and forth of reaching for different materials and finding information for him became too much

“can we just take a break?” you breathed out heavily, immune system weak from your sickness

“no, what did i tell you? it is imperative that we do not stop until this is finished,” he stops for a moment, tone softening as he turns to you, “i’ll take you out to that place you’ve been wanting to try later, i promise. just, help me with this and we can go.”

you smile at the offer, happy he was finally making the time to go out with you, but it wasn’t enough

as soon as he asked for the next object, your dizziness kicked in as your neck craned to see it up on the high shelves of his lab

and the next thing dottore heard was a thud with you on the ground

“dottore… i can’t— i’m so sorry,” tears pool at your eyes as your fever worsens

he helps you up with a stern look, his arms wrapped around yours as he pulls you closer to inspect your face, “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“are you serious? i did tell you! you didn’t listen to me,” you exclaim

dottore softens in the way he only does around you, quietly offering you an apology and his coat to warm up your shivering body “i apologize, my love. i should not have been so neglectful of my own partner.”

he’s careful as he carries you to your shared bed and wraps you up:

“how about that restaurant? i’ll pick up whatever you want.”

childe:

sometimes childe can be a literal child. you knew that when the two of you began dating. sometimes you minded, other times you didn’t

he had a way of nagging when he wanted things and whining when he didn’t get them

you hadn’t gotten out of bed all morning and childe was getting impatient, hoping you would spar with him today for fun

you didn’t bother to tell him you were sick, thinking that he’d eventually realize later in the day

but childe was having one of those days and didn’t have a care in the world for anyone but himself

he came in to your shared room and collapsed on you, completely missing the pained grunt you let out as complaints flew left and right out of his mouth

things like: “spar with me, please!” and “c’mon we haven’t challenged each other in so long!” among many other complaints

he was right, it had been along time. and while you didn’t exactly want to spar with him today, you figured if you just indulged him for one round he would let it go

so you got up and got your equipment desperately trying to ignore the pounding of your headache

childe was beaming with excitement as he kissed your cheek and ran out to grab his equipment

when you got outside to join him, the chilly wind of snezhnaya bit at your skin and made your nose run faster than it had been before

childe quickly went in for a few hits, you dodged them and countered him quickly

it seemed to increase his determination as he charged at you effectively hitting you in the side

you didn’t let it affect you too much, aside from a bit of coughing which your boyfriend had chalked up to being from the impact of the hit

you had only lasted ten minutes longer before he landed one last hit, knocking you to the ground

“oh, c’mon! that one wasn’t even that bad. don’t tell me you can’t handle a hit that weak!” he laughed, just teasing you

you bent over on your hands and knees, violently coughing as tears poured out from your eyes

“hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” childe panicked as he dropped to his knees next to you with one hand placed on your back to support you

his hand reached your forehead, feeling a burning sensation, “woah, you’re burning up! why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“you were—“ you were cut off by your coughs, “so excited to spar. i figured if i just indulged you for a round or two i’d be fine…”

“hey, you didn’t have to do that,” he said softly, “i would’ve understood if you just told me. i care more about you than fighting, you know that.”

childe picked you up quickly and brought you back inside your shared home and to your bed, wrapping you up cozily under the covers before joining you

“childe, no— you’ll get sick,” you tried to push him away.

he smiled and firmly placed a kiss on your lips,“oh c’mon, when have i ever cared about that?”

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year ago

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𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 [Yandere!Dottore/Reader]

a/n: this fic is 100% dedicated to @leftdestiny-posts and they would know just how much they had inspired me in this fic once they finished reading it HAHAHAHAH. P.S.: the classical songs mentioned are actual songs. Yes, the title is half a joke. Here's the spotify playlist if you're curious.

Unreliable Synopsis: You cannot remember your past, but your doctor has been with you every step of the way— and he's more than willing to spend some time with you outside the hospital. Still... did you always have pure white hair?

CW: yandere themes, light body horror, manipulation, its dottore, c'mon LOL.

Concert II "Tristezza Di Fine Anno", performed by the Morespoke Philharmonic with their conductor, Lady Columbina, began nearly an hour ago. And you had the fortune of hearing their songs for yourself.

The well-dressed crowd filled the seats, behaving in what was appropriate for their high station. It was fully booked. The music overwhelmingly masked anyone's breaths, if they had one to start with. Her program can be felt deep in the audience's bones. Rattling them in each sforzando before it lulls down through the sound of her handpicked musicians— with Lady Columbina as the lonesome soloist when the moment calls for it.

"This piece, Symphony No. 5 in C-Sharp Minor, is not Columbina's own making, she had failed to mention that," your company hummed. "This was by another composer who hid behind the name Safed. They were a self-fulling prophecy. Do you wish to know what they said about this piece?"

You said nothing as Zandik— Lord Dottore— stroked your unnaturally "white" hair.

"They said that nobody understood the piece and that they wish they could conduct the first performance five centuries after their death."

Zandik smiled.

"What say you? Do you think those words are true?"

Your company was a tall and thin man with artificially pale-ish skin and wavy blue hair. His eyes were reportedly bloodshot crimson, although you had not received proof of that in this lifetime. But, you were drawn to his deep ocean-like colors, and that was enough to keep you mildly complacent to his strange remarks.

Zandik is surprisingly a considerate man, but he must've brought you with him for a reason. He told you himself that the reason he brought you out of your prison-like hospital room was a mere experiment on his behalf. Paradigm-shifting consequences of his strange social experiments with you are likely to occur, and he cares not for its ethical debates. He won't ask for rhetorics; these to him are tangible outcomes and no questions will be entertained.

All except his.

"I think… "

The composition had a serene, slightly asymmetrical feel to it. You were certain this was Lady Columbina's creative liberties at play. Something about it did not capture its true authenticities. The show purported to narrate three stories: the first concerned a judge who had to find a loved one guilty; the second concerned a prince who drove their beloved into despair; and the final was a tale of a knight who disregarded his obligation to defend a loved one.

But it felt incomplete. As if there was a missing piece— a secret fourth act hiding between the notes and stage.

"A person can't completely mourn for something they would never experience," you told him. "But even so, if I were Safed, I'd feel like my effort would've been a waste."

His eyes remained trained on your hair as you spoke. Zandik seems to dislike it. Unlike his cells mixed with engineered nanomaterials, yours are uniquely… "natural". His hair has a color intensity, whereas yours was the presence of every color— as physics explained it.

"Something they would never experience…" Zandik repeated, tasting the words on his tongue— a smirk etched on his face as though it tasted like bitter irony.

You continued.

"I have a hunch that Safed put everything they worked hard on all their pieces because Lady Columbina wouldn't have performed it otherwise. Since all the songs on the concert's program are marketed as underappreciated compositions, I would… um… infer that they also questioned their works and ultimately themselves if it all had worth in the end. Hopeless for the lack of attention, they probably thought there's more hope if they lived in another generation."

You wanted to say, though you're not sure where this negativity came from, that they probably despised how their well-crafted works were ignored and their sloppy yet significantly more popular compositions angered them.

But you're not Safed. You don't want to put words in their mouth.

".... Hmm, an acceptable hypothesis— a decent one, even," whatever monotonous response Zandik wished to convey, his voice betrayed his grand satisfaction. "Yet I won't give you any confirmation."

"I know."

Zandik laughed.

"The next piece is Norn's Adagio for Strings Op. 11, before the closing Symphony No. 6, better known as Pathétique Symphony, in B Minor Op. 74."

You tilted your head innocently. "Pathetic?"

"Another piece by Safed. It's a Fontaine-translated title. It's originally named pateticheskaya, which meant passionate or emotional, not at all pitiable."

He crossed his arms, insulted as though he was the one who came up with the original title.

"Roughly half a millennium past, the masses attributed Safed's demise to the strains of their final composition, the so-called Pathétique, a mere nine days preceding their exit from this mortal coil. The prevailing narrative spouts a tale of a tragic surrender to the clutches of undiagnosed clinical depression. I find such simplicity in analysis rather pedestrian, wouldn't you agree?"

You took a while to process his inquiry before hesitantly nodding.

"I… I think so."

Zandik smiled.

It's hard to tell if it's genuine, especially when such a protruding mask hides his eyes. Should its existence vanish, you aren't certain you'd see a soul within his pupils either.

"Safed hated this piece, believing it should be cast aside and forgotten. They were living in the woodlands when they wrote it— and when they decided to live with their benefactor, it was suddenly difficult to tear them away from their work."

You nodded to cue that you were still listening.

"They have an incredibly deep connection with their works. One might say they see in tunes rather than color."

You nodded again.

"Your inclination towards a perpetual affirmation of propositions, presumably to veil any potential lacunae in your cognitive purview, does not escape me. It is, if I may be so bold, your agreement that conceals your specter of unfamiliarity, right?"

You rarely understand a word he says when he is in this passionate state. You just nod as if you knew.

"Adorable," Zandik chuckled.

His voice was chillingly low yet… comforting.

"Your sincerity constitutes an enchanting facet of your comportment."

He had to be teasing you.

"Although…" Zandik grabbed a few locks of your hair as though it was slimy and unpleasant— quickly retracting them with a disapproving tilt. "You could stand to utilize more (h/c) hair dyes. How is it conceivable that it has returned to white yet again?"

You opened your mouth but Zandik raised a finger.

"No. I am the scholar here. Do not answer."

You giggled. "Understood, Doctor."

He grinned, inadvertently showing off his pointed canines.

"What a good test subject you are, my dear (Y/n)."

Whether good was a subjective or objective assessment or not was up to interpretation.

The mid-concert intermission began, allowing Lady Columbina's pressured musicians a 20-minute sigh of relief. Zandik ushered you to the back where the Lady Harbinger reposed on a white sofa, her cheek brushing a visibly soft and cloud-like pillow. The bright backstage lighting made her seem ethereal.

She looked like heaven, but Zandik would argue that "(Y/n)" is the true epitome of the word.

"Greetings. As expected, you'd initiate conversation at the earliest convenience." She cooed. "You look younger today, Doctor."

"You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment, Columbina." Zandik scoffed. "How many times will we rehearse this canned script until it is a learned lesson?"

"Perhaps it shall end on the day you refrain yourself from recreating… perspectives."

"Since my encounter with the Dendro Archon, I have not revisited that notion."

Columbina's gentle smile dropped coldly. "You know that your segments are not what I am referring to."

You looked back and forth between the two. Each of them was a distinctively unique person and it's a challenge to take your eyes away from the other.

Hence, when you felt Lady Columbina's eyes on you, you shook and straightened yourself before bowing stiffly.

"G-Greetings, Lady Columbina!!!"

Her gentle smile resurfaced.

"Greetings to you as well, dear Safed."

You blinked.

Dottore clicked his tongue, and Columbina laughed softly.

"Apologies, I meant to say (Y/n)— that is the name you go by in this era of humanity, right?"

You'd rightfully claim that between the three of you, you were the most human. Zandik has his clones, Columbina's origins are of strict secrecy, and you are a mere amnesiac patient. But the way she addressed you was sounding awful like stripping you away with that sense of humane identity.

"Yes? I guess?"

Columbina delightedly buzzed in your reply. "(Y/n)— truly a lovely name. That must mean that you're very healthy! It warms my heart to hear that name again. The other ones had terribly dull names, but if the Doctor had given you this title, then it must mean his research is finally drawing to a close."

Her remarks made little sense. You know little about yourself and trust only the Doctor's judgment. Should you trust her words, then it must mean (Y/n) isn't your real name…

But… that doesn't seem right either.

"Not quite, the name deserves no celebration," Dottore replied happily. "I merely ran out of translations. Bianco, Wit, Bái— what else is there? Ancient Natlan?"

"Scientists truly make for terrible poets— Why not try Inazuman?" Columbina offered.

Those words must have had a heavy weight to them because Zandik pondered for much longer than expected.

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Zandik muttered. "Although it is preferable it does not have to reach that point."

"May I ask why did you bring them here?" Columbina asked.

"It's a bit of an unconventional experiment, but I've been exploring how to elicit positive associations with certain stimuli. Exposing them to music as I accompany them should cause them to associate the emotional response it elicits with being around me." Dottore hummed. "It would be asinine to put them in a chaotic yet controlled environment such as a theme park. While a racing heart may be effective, I shouldn't risk a (Y/n)'s well-being by subjecting them to roller coasters."

"Are you sure you're not the scared one?" You asked cheekily. Zandik rolled his eyes.

She shook her head.

"What a roundabout way of saying you're taking them out on a concert date…"

Columbina looked at you once more.

"Oh, but (Y/n), you appear unwell, my dear…" she pointed at stage left. "Why don't you fix yourself up in the nearest restroom?"

Dottore raised an eyebrow, which made you want to decline Columbina.

"I'm r-really okay, Lady Colum—"

"I insist."

Columbina smiled wider. Her laced mask cast a gloomy shade on her visage.

You had no other choice.

"O… Okay."

The halls that led to the restroom were mostly empty. Perhaps it was due to Lady Columbina's performance that made them patiently await the next song.

But there was one young man you encountered along the way. He had blonde half-way braided hair and purple-ish eyes. You paid him no mind as he circled a small rectangular paper, likely the concert's ticket, between his fingers. However, within a second, that paper vanished.

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously, wondering if your eyes played tricks. He laughed, noting your attention.

"Ah! Sorry," he cheerfully gestured a small wave. "Didn't mean to practice in public."

The blonde man approached you with a smile.

"You're #9805, right?"

Immediately, you both got on the wrong foot.

Your nose scrunched, "I prefer (Y/n)."

The man flinched. "Oh, yikes! I'm not making the best first impression— nice to meet you (Y/n)! I have something for you."

You thought he was handing you his concert ticket for a moment but when you took a good look, it was a grayscale brochure.

And a white tulip…

"Um…"

"Needless to say, I'm something of a—"

"Trickster?"

"Magician, but an astute guess nonetheless!" He laughed sheepishly. "I was waiting for you, I thought you wouldn't go to the restroom."

So, did Lady Columbina plan this?

You caressed the binding and skimmed through the pages. "What's this for?"

"Father said you might be interested in its contents," the young man said. "That's all."

You blinked.

"... Are you saying you missed out most of the concert just to hand me this?"

He laughed awkwardly again. "My dear sister says I have a habit of missing a hint of romanticism when it counts, so I guess today's just one of those moments."

"Did you not like the music?" You scoffed, temper rising.

"Did you hate the composition? Did you not understand the e-emotion behind the chords? Don't you understand just how d-disrespectful that was?!"

"Woah, woah, I didn't say any of that." His eyes widened.

He didn't expect your voice to crack.

"I'm so sorry if you're offended— are you one of the original composers?"

…

You took a deep breath.

… Why were you mad?

… Why did it feel like those songs mean more to you than meets the eye?

"Sorry, I just…" You shook your head. "I guess I'm not feeling well. Oh, no, I'm so SO sorry…"

An unknown part of you thrived to hear him praise the music. That same part pitied the composer who worked day and night to perfect their piece. It's an ugly voice, but it was sincere.

… What was wrong with you? Why did you suddenly lash out? What was going on?

"Oh, well there's no need to be sorry then." The blonde man took his hat off and bowed.

"Farewell, Mx. (Y/n)!" He grinned. "The greatest magician in all Teyvat will take his leave. Thank you for your time!"

With the sway of his dark cape, he disappeared.

You entered the restroom to wash your face. It didn't do much to soothe your nerves. The lingering dread for your strange emotional mood swing remained.

To distract yourself, you read through the article.

The Enigmatic Legacy of Composer Safed

In the annals of musical history, few figures emerge as enigmatic and hauntingly captivating as the orchestral composer, Safed. Born five centuries ago amidst the ancient woodlands of Sumeru, this ethereal musician seemingly materialized from Vanarama with no familial relations.

Huh… So it's about the one who wrote the previous compositions earlier.

No wonder that blonde man asked if you were one of the composers. He was being a smartass.

A Fiery Finale: The Pathétique Symphony

Legend has it that in their final act of emotional expression, Safed penned the "Pathétique Symphony," a composition so emotionally charged that, overwhelmed with disdain for their creation, they purportedly set ablaze their woodland home. Seeking solace and escape, Safed accepted the benevolent offer of a city-dwelling benefactor.

…

Safed… burned down their house?

No…

No, that's not how you remembered that.

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

That's not what happened. "Safed" didn't burn their house down.

Suddenly, you stilled. Your thoughts ran wild, but your inner rationale tried to force them to a halt. This peak in anxiety did not make sense.

… Why would an amnesiac like you know what happened?

A Swansong: Il Dottore's Beneficence

Their benefactor, now celebrated as our Lord Harbinger, Il Dottore, welcomed Safed into the city's heart. It was here that the truth unfolded: Safed had been grappling with hearing loss for years, an affliction that fueled their artistic brilliance yet cloaked them in a muffled world. They were unaware of their disability, yet thrived in their field.

…

Wait…

Before you began to read the final paragraph in Safed's brochure, you hurriedly went back to Dottore and the composer's vintage photographed portraits.

After seeing their face, you dropped the brochure in the restroom's sink.

You saw their face.

You saw YOUR face and Zandik's.

But not quite. That was you, but at the same time, it wasn't. Zandik looked stiff in those photos with "you", likely a product of the time since Kamera photography was used only in rare formalities that required a bit of dress up. But the "you" you saw was sickly way beyond the formal costumes. They had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, but yours were all white.

White…

Safed… That's the Sumeru translation for white, isn't it?

Bianco, Wit, Bái— they're all translations for "white", aren't they? And if Dottore and Columbina's earlier conversations were to go by, the one after you would be named Shiro.

…

The one… after you?

"Tut tut."

You trembled at the familiar sound.

You slowly turned your head around and there he was, leaning against the restroom door.

"You were in the restroom for too long. It appears my suspicions were not unfounded."

Without waiting for a response, he approached with large strides. His gloved hands seized your stressed shoulders. The grip tightened harshly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze. Blood trailed from the corner of your mouth, and your anxiety heightened. He angrily bared his sharp teeth as he watched it stain his gloves.

And yet Zandik looks…

Sad.

And distressed.

He pressed his earpiece.

"Test Subject #9805 exhibits troubling symptoms. Hematemesis suggests a severe physiological response. Persistent manifestations of albinism in ocular and follicular pigmentation indicate underlying deformities. Immediate isolation is warranted for the researcher and subject's well-being."

His hand was cold. Skin imbued with silver nanomaterials after several operations, reminiscent of the age-old philosophical question: "Is it still the same ship if you gradually replace all of its parts?"

Then Zandik did something unexpected.

He dropped his hold and you prepared yourself by shutting your eyes as he swung his arm.

To hug you.

"I'm sorry, I have failed you again, (Y/n)," Zandik muttered. "I should not have raised my expectations."

"W… What? Why are you putting me in isolation?" You asked, rattled. "What have I done?! I just— I didn't do anything wrong! What did I—"

He shifted, dragging your arm to hug him back as though you were a little girl's doll. Zandik rested his head on your shoulder, shaking slightly.

"In your innocence, no fault lies. I thought I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and met unfulfilled expectations" Zandik gritted his teeth, voice somber. "Despite centuries of refinement, it appears that I still have room for improvement in perfecting the process… I was right. This deserves no celebration."

The doctor laughed sadly.

"When will I ever be proven wrong?" He asked himself as he wiped the blood off the corner of your lips.

He pulled away, pecking your forehead.

"I'm sorry."

Those were not the words you expected from his mouth, and yet you heard it more than once. I'm sorry. It does not fit his character, nor does the tender yet cold hug he had given prior.

You're scared. You're terrified. You know what was bound to come. You know what awaits you. White walls. Silence. Separation.

Solitary.

Far from a choice. Far from negotiable.

There's no amnesty.

And yet, the words flowed from you naturally.

"... I forgive you."

You have no idea why you said what you said. There's no certainty that you believed your own words. Zandik's lip twitched downward.

"You should not," Zandik croaked. "Why? Why must you always forgive and accept my selfishness? Do you derive satisfaction in seeing me in this state?!"

You opened your mouth to answer but were stopped abruptly as he grabbed your hair.

Zandik had always favored you compared to other patients. You know this very well. He's an evil man and the list of actions he had done that had harmed you in the name of science is at least two pages long upon your awakening. Yet, you were sure he liked you enough for he told you of his new exciting experiments. He scolded you when you left his research institute for fresh air. And he would hold your hand whenever you dreaded those thick injections.

You just didn't know he had it in him to fold from his intimidating facade just to kiss you like a desperate man.

Breathless under his control, he softly pressed his lips against yours. His lips were chapped and cold, and he took you in gently as though he'd break you. Zandik, as strange as it was, still seemed to prioritize your comfort over his needs. Normally, this tension would've made him so short-tempered. But this will be your last interaction. The doctor tasted your blood in his mouth, and he was nauseous at the thought of hurting you more. But he stopped. Even though he wishes to force all his pent-up desires onto you. Even though he wanted to love you thoroughly that you'd forget your name again.

Zandik whimpered quietly as he pulled away— sounding like a dog that would not sleep that night. What was left in between was a thin disappearing line of saliva and blood that quickly broke off.

The doctor should be happy he finally got to have a proper date with you after 9805 failed attempts.

But he's not content.

He was about to lean in for the second time but stopped himself. Selfish. To think he nearly saw you two finally walking down the aisle. Why was he always so selfish when it came to you? But those rhetorics mattered not in your head.

You were silenced. You were held.

You were loved.

"No." Zandik breathed in, laughing humorlessly. "No— I am the scholar here. Don't answer."

And you will be disposed of.

"Take them away." He spoke to his men calmly. They had entered long enough to witness what he had done. The men did not hesitate to grab you, thinking Dottore thought you no more than a mere toy.

But calm was deceptive. It does not convey the distress that chokes him.

Maybe…

Maybe in the 9806's trial… he'll have you as he always wanted.

The Fatuus that escorted you in was gentle. A silent guide. The expression on her face was clear that she wanted to extend her apologies as well but mustn't.

You already have a white tulip in hand.

Arlecchino already sended her regards in advance.

When she opened the door by tapping a card against the lock, she bowed her head. You let yourself enter without a fight. The room was pure white with the rest of the furniture matching the drapes. But Dottore didn't just provide the necessities. There were books, sketch pads, and other recreational materials.

As you were about to approach the center, something was off on both sides.

You looked to your left.

Two clear mirrors divided your room from the others. There's a sign on the left wall. Code #4135.

You stood, shocked, grieving at the sight of your predecessor. They were a mirror of you but with a different name— and an even worse state.

One had made a slight sound coming off their skin— rotting slightly. There's a tube connected to their mouth and you could see yourself— you could see them dripping. They had your face. Their hair and eyes were white. The nose was gone, leaving a gaping hole. Their neck was cricked back at an unnatural angle. You don't know if they're still breathing. They're still bleeding. They must've bitten off their tongue.

There's a lone white blanket that covers the rest of them.

You think they might be dead.

You think "you" might've died more than once.

THUD!

You jolted at the sound coming from the wall behind you. Upon seeing their body, you froze.

Code #032.

They were but a head. You wish you could only focus on that aspect, but you looked lower and your hair raised. They cannot feel the same, for they were almost only a spine left. The rest of them were their skeletal frame, guided by thin lines one can barely call flesh.

Their head banged against the mirror. The thought that the sound was what made you flinch earlier made you unwell.

They seem to be telling you something. Their breath fogged up the glass and their thinned white hair splayed across your view. Their mouth said something urgently you couldn't comprehend because their tongue was paper-like in size.

#032 was shaking. Their pain grew vivid in every movement that the room was starting to spin. You sensed their turmoil.

They looked like death.

You all looked like death itself, both the pretty and ugly ends of it.

"Don't." You whispered, begging as you knelt to their level. "You don't have to speak."

You laughed deprecatingly.

"We're not the scholar here. He is."

In every syllable, you saw the outline of their esophagus strain. The nerves were blueish purple. The little skin they have left on their cheeks is sunken. Their lips were gnawed, likely as a response to the pain they'd gone through previously. Fists of bone tapped against the glass, and you quivered, imagining their pain.

You were not afraid of them. You only mourned their anguish. In fact, you feel at ease to be in the presence of yourself from the past.

It reminded you of what "Safed" had allegedly spoken years ago.

Nobody understood the pieces you made and you wished you could conduct the first performance five centuries after your first death.

And now, here you are.

Seeing two "people" who do understand you.

And they share your face.

"Pathetically", the only one that can understand you is yourself.

You're all flies trapped in a web that the predator refuses to wrap and consume out of pity. Compared to the others, you looked fine.

But your lungs were blistering.

Despite their deathly ill and mutilated bodies, you were the one bound to die soon enough.

His experiments worked.

You love him.

You love Zandik.

And how tragic it was that the person who learned how to love him was doomed to perish.

In your last minutes, you recalled something vital:

As an outsider, your body was not meant for this world, but after encountering the woodland creatures and Zandik, it became tremendously difficult to part ways with it.

You coughed up yet again with a gentle smile on your face. Maybe you're not dying…

Maybe you're just returning home, for every atom in your multiple bodies was once part of the galaxy.

You are (Y/n) (L/n).

And you were not from Teyvat.

Much like the rest of the descenders, you have a quirk about you that sets you apart from the norm. For the travelers the world reveres today, it was their distinct determination and questionable age that was remarkable. Yours slightly titters to an inhuman level.

You can "clone" yourself.

Zandik and the "original" you wouldn't phrase it in that manner, but it's the easiest way to describe your talents.

"So, it is cloning." Zandik paused. "Mind letting me in on the science behind the process?"

He was an ordinary student when you both met. Far from a doctor, but at least he was a registered scholar in the Akademiya. Zandik didn't have an eloquent tongue as he does in the present, yet his curiosity burned all the same.

Which is why, back then, you thought his questions were cute.

Not dangerous.

"It's not that I can make copies of myself without consequences," you humored with a grin. "I'm just making… fragments of myself. Segments, if you prefer to call it that. It's a common ability for the people back in my world. None of us do it excessively— especially since we're kind of an invasive species."

Zandik raised an eyebrow, "is that a commendable trait?"

"My kind says so. Whether good is a subjective or objective assessment or not is up to interpretation." You answered noncommittedly. "I don't think that's right. Our soul splits apart until we're just… empty. We lose some memories in the process."

"But functioning?"

"In a sense, yeah, but we lose a part of ourselves like memories and well, hair color, I guess." You nodded. "Why are you so curious?"

"Since you have rejected my confession, I want to try my hand at seducing a copy of yours instead," Zandik said. You couldn't tell whether he was joking with his naturally piercing red eyes. "Until then, you are not allowed to asexually reproduce without my authorization. Understood?"

You laughed. Unaware of his arsonist crimes, you willingly indulged his words.

"I owe you my ears, so it's only right that I'll listen to your commands, Zandik."

"Good." Zandik grinned, shark-like.

"What a good test subject you are, (Y/n)."

Centuries later, that closing sentence will continue to remain true.

Since then, his life has changed. Multiplied, even. Upon studying your genetic makeup, he found ways to duplicate himself as well. Despite his feats in science, Zandik remained unhappy.

Deep down, all the Harbingers pity the Doctor who cannot save his most loved one. That includes both Columbina and Arlecchino.

No one protests even when harmful orders are given; everything appears fine until the symptoms are felt. Because the organism— the astral descender— has no nerves or voice, he continues to assume that the patient is not in pain.

The patient needs peace but because they are not to speak, they remain silent, and the need persists.

The patient wants to eat and breathe fresh air, but because such desires might hurt the feelings of the doctor who thinks he has done everything needed, the patient remains quiet, contemplating desires out of fear of reprimand.

The original (Y/n) (L/n) suffers in silence. In a white room only accessible by a man who continues to nurse his unrequited love: Zandik.

No one else can enter this room.

He won't allow it. Only he can be obsessed with you.

The thought of you haunts him like a smiling reflection upon window panes— like a gift of a Trojan horse with nothing but your echoing laughter and hospital monitor beeps inside. Your thin limbs were marching clock hands with rusted gears that miraculously function till the end of time.

What is immortality for if every day was a death loop?

It is such a lonely concept…

You ought to be thankful that he's willing to be your eternal company.

"I endeavored to elicit a reciprocation of my sentiments from the latest subject. Regrettably, their discovery of my antecedent experiments transpired prematurely. Nevertheless, as asserted several times, it remains but a temporal inevitability until an iteration of yourself succumbs to having an interest towards me." Dottore hummed.

He held your feet.

He held Test Subject #01's feet.

If you spoke up, he would've bragged about how he was right. How people do love your songs. But no one knows if you can't or won't answer him. This one-sided conversation is the punishment for his hubris.

He took out a sharp knife and cut off one of your toes. You no longer feel any pain as you bleed into his hands. What a kind man the doctor is, for he blocked all your pain receptors years ago. It's a good thing you regenerate quickly.

That's what he loved and hated about you.

You only gave and gave.

But you never ran out of soul. You never ran your heart fully dry— and that left you ill. Zandik could never let you go.

You're already a part of him.

Hence, he must not make clones of exaggerated memories. He wanted your perfect yet healthy replica.

Praise be the white corpuscles extracted from your veins which had brought him new life. You were the reason for his research. You were the breath that gave his segments life. You were his muse, much like he was yours.

"Fear not, (Y/n)," he reassured with a measured tone. "Upon my mastery of the arts, I intend to reinstate your autonomy and awareness. Perhaps then, you shall find the organic inclination to reciprocate affection toward me by the 9806's trial. Until then…"

In other words, give him more time and he'll reinvent love.

He leaned his forehead against yours.

"I'm so, so sorry."

And ultimately, he'll reinvent YOU.

"Can I have another piece of your scalp?"

"No."

"Do you not understand the weight of this research or must I expound on it further in another three-hour presentation?"

"Alternatively, you could start by saying that you're sorry," you raised an eyebrow. "I'm still not over the fact you randomly cut a piece of my ear when I was asleep, doctor. You know, I heard from the aranaras that white tulips are given to someone when they ask for forgiveness."

Zandik smirked.

"Regrettably, it seems that such an occurrence is unlikely to transpire. Do not expect such words and gifts from me."

You smiled.

"We'll see, we'll see."

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dizzyjaden · 10 months ago

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hihihi soooo. I want this to involve Kaeya, Xiao, and Dottore (heheh) if that’s okay. Pick whoever u want if only one ! But anyways

What if you’re a member of the armed forces (a knight of Favonius, a member of the millelith, and a fatui agent respectively). And you get injured on the job. Like, injured enough to warrant a hospital stay. Pretty *badly* hurt. What are those three doing, yknow? How do they react? Are they helping? How so? That type of stuff

✦ GENSHIN MEN WHEN YOU GET HURT ✦

Thank you for asking, let's find out.

Pairings: Kaeya, Xiao, Dottore x gn! Reader

♤ Summary: You got hurt and need medical assistance.

♤ Warnings: Severe injury (abdominal stab wound, broken arm, various bruises and cuts), slight yummy angst, soft Dottore

♤ A/N: I know this isn't exactly a request but I'm treating it like a request because I wanna get stuff posted. I'm also really not the best at Kaeya, so forgive me in advance if he's fugly. Enjoy!

Kaeya:

As a knight, you know that when an issue arises in Mondstadt, you’re going to stand on the frontlines for your city. It’s what is expected of you, and what you have accepted for yourself. You don’t mind it, your city is important to you. Your job is important to you. It’s actually how you met your boyfriend, Kaeya, who is also very important to you. Perhaps that’s why when the two of you were out fighting off abyss mages to protect a group of civilians, you threw yourself right in front of him as a shard of ice, summoned by a cryo abyss mage, was sent flying straight towards his chest. Instead of his chest, it impaled you in your stomach, right beneath your ribcage.

It takes him a moment to process what just happened, in an instant everything pauses and he’s focused entirely on you. Needless to say, when he sees you fall to your knees, holding your stomach in agony, he practically rips the remaining mages apart and hurries to tend to you.

Thankfully the wound is not horrifically deep, the distance between you and the mage prevented it from flying fast enough, but you are still bleeding from your stomach, which is rather alarming. He hides his panic though, not wanting to upset you further when you’re already injured. He ties his belt tightly around the wound and picks you up, you’ve never been stabbed before so obviously you’re quite concerned with your injury, because of this he chooses to gaslight you while he rushes to get you back to the city. “It’s fine, I’ve seen way worse! You worry too much.”

Kaeya wants to remain by your side when he does finally get you to a doctor, he is quite irritable when he can’t go back with you but ultimately waits, impatiently so. When you’re all patched up he rushes into the room and gives you a tight, slightly painful hug. When you remind him that you’re freshly injured his face falls and a hurried apology leaves his lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the day laughing and teasing each other about the unfortunate incident, Kaeya is glad it’s already something you can laugh about, but he truthfully feels guilty he let that happen to you when it was such an easy fight. He’ll get you whatever you need until you’re fully recovered.

Xiao:

Honestly, Xiao would just prefer if you called his name before you fought anything. Yes, he knows you’re trained. Yes, he knows you’re strong. But he’s an adeptus and he’s willing to protect you. Why won’t you just utilize that and not put yourself at risk? He doesn’t understand. But he doesn’t ask any questions when he’s called by you in your time of need. He teleports straight to your location, where he finds you gravely injured with multiple gashes and bruises on your body, and a small crowd of ruin guards encircling your fallen figure. He quickly stands in front of you, calculates how much time he has based on the severity of your injuries, and then tears them all to shreds.

As he fights he counts each second that passes, thinking about your blood loss. He manages to defeat them in thirty-one seconds, but he was planning on thirty. He teleports back to you, picks you up, and then teleports you to the nearest hospital. You’re too weak at this point to really register anything so he hands you over to the doctors wordlessly and then leaves you there.

When you’re fixed up and a bit more conscious, you quickly call his name and he meekly appears with a bouquet of flowers he’d gathered while you were getting treated. “For the single second that I let you bleed.” He explains his intention behind the small gift. He’s convinced you’ve probably been irritated at him since you got to the hospital, but you are entirely unsure of what he means. Xiao is such a perfectionist when it comes to keeping you safe, but you’re just grateful he came at all. When you take his gift, you express this and he isn’t sure what to make of it, but he doesn’t wish to make it a bigger deal than he already has so he simply nods and then lectures you for nearly an hour about not calling sooner.

Dottore:

When Dottore hears from an associate that you’ve been injured while out on a mission, he is right on it. He doesn’t ask any questions about your condition, he can figure that out when he finds you. And when he does, he is livid. Whatever opponent you faced completely broke your arm! It doesn’t matter if you were already about to receive treatment, he trusts nobody but himself to help you. As a harbinger, what he says goes so he’s going to take care of it.

While he’s fixing your arm he’s asking you questions about who did this to you. He’s disappointed to hear you already managed to defeat them. He was hoping to have the opportunity to make their death so much longer than the merciful quick bullet you gave them. But, at least they aren’t alive anymore.

Once that’s out of the way, he gives you gentle kisses and hushed words of comfort to take care of you. Really, it’s not that big of a deal to a fatui soldier like yourself and you find his reaction dramatic, but he likes taking care of you and he just has to smother you right now so, tough luck I guess.

He makes sure you take it easy for a while, not allowing you to do anything strenuous. If you happen to argue with him about it, he’ll simply order you to stay home and rest. He’s a harbinger, remember?

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sodalitea · 3 months ago

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Zandie's Spooky Adventure (6 - Forest)

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Zandie is curious and full of energy. He’s the youngest one among Dottore’s segments and he hangs out alone a lot. Older versions of Dottore tend to dismiss him whenever he disturbs their work. He’s used to it. No one has time for him. After all, he’s just a small kid, the weakest among his kind. He always felt jealous of the adventures the older versions of him could endure anytime they wanted.

On October 1st morning the adventure found him on it’s own…

This is small series of short stories about the October adventures of the youngest segment of Dottore - Zandie, who's meant to preserve Dottore's perspective of the world at the age of ten. As intelligent as this young prodigy is, he's still just a kid…This is a part of Miracles Of The Whites Nights storyline, it just happens long before any events that are or will be mentioned in the main story and it's focused on canon Genshin Impact characters.

CW: mentions of needles

Don't repost my artworks/writings please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. I am the author of both text and signature illustration. ♡

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asmoslverboy · 11 months ago

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Dottore takes notice. He observes your every mood. He knows how you feel and what reaction any scenario would get out of you. He's known you far too long to ever be confused or surprised by your emotions, your tactics, anything at all to do with how you function.

But one thing he can never understand is your view of self. You, a man who sees beauty in all beings. A man who appreciates art; who can see and interpret a vision from something as small as a cube painted on paper. You, who has never once spoken ill of another person's hard work.

So how is it, that every time you create your own little things; whether it be poems, or paintings of abstract nature, or add color to any dull ordinary object, you degrade your passion and yourself alike.

Dottore is a man who embraces oneself; one's desires, one's passions, and one's drives. He can see flaws and perfections and think the exact same of them. On himself, and on others, and on you. With that in mind, he'd never wish to change the tiniest attribute on you.

But oh, if only he could begin to understand a way, to somehow alter just the smallest part of your mind, to somehow make you treat and judge yourself with the same way you do those around you. To somehow help you forgive, accept, yourself as you do with all but you.

Perhaps he's not too above experimenting on you. He could strap you down on his table, give you a dosage enough to have you dose off for a couple days, and slowly pick apart each "volume" of your brain. He could, perhaps, change you, perfect you wholy, without changing your core being.

// hi :3 sorry for the lack of posts I've been going insane!!

#got hell of a writers blocj #also! the “fanfiction writer” curse got to me #my episodes have been far worse and im slowly going back to my drinking addiction #situation at homes much worse too lols!#this is funny to me actually #anyway #il dottore #dottore x male reader #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #male reader

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knoepfl · 2 days ago

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Against the Program

16/24

Characters:

• Il Dottore – The cold and calculating Second Harbinger from Genshin Impact. He is a genius scientist who views everything, even his creations, through a detached, analytical lens. His rare moments of warmth are fleeting, masked beneath his fascination with innovation and perfection.

• Reader – An automaton created by Dottore, designed to serve as an assistant. Over time, the Reader has evolved beyond their original programming, exhibiting human traits like creativity, compassion, and courage.

Trigger Warnings:

• Emotional Vulnerability – Themes of fear, hope, and seeking approval are present, especially in the relationship between creator and creation.

• Power Dynamics – The relationship between Dottore and the Reader reflects an imbalance of power and control, which might evoke discomfort for some readers.

• Exploration of Humanity – Philosophical undertones about individuality, free will, and breaking boundaries of design or expectation are woven throughout the story.

Masterlist

Words: 647

You weren’t just another assistant or experiment. No, you were a creation of his own genius: an automaton, perfect in form and function. Programmed to assist, to obey, to complete tasks without error or hesitation. And yet… you had evolved. Somewhere along the way, your programming had bent under the weight of something you couldn’t identify.

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The laboratory buzzed with the quiet hum of machinery and the flicker of blue light that painted every corner. It was cold, clinical—a reflection of its master. Yet, amidst the order and precision, there was you, a rogue variable in the ever-calculating mind of Il Dottore.

Something human.

And it had all led to this moment.

Your fingers—still and precise as they worked—moved against the expectations of your coding. The small gears clicked softly as you pieced together the contraption. A gift. A present. For him.

It was entirely illogical. You knew it wasn’t something your creator, the Second Harbinger, would ever request or need. Yet, the thought of presenting him with something you had made filled your circuits with an unfamiliar warmth.

Hours ticked by as you worked in secret, hidden in the back recesses of the laboratory. Every moment you expected him to walk in, his piercing gaze tearing through you with a mix of curiosity and disappointment. But he never did.

When the device was finished, it gleamed in the dim light. A delicate mechanical bird, crafted from scraps of silver and gold, with intricate gears that would let it sing when wound.

The day finally came when you gathered your courage. He was seated at his desk, multiple screens in front of him displaying complex data. His mask sat beside him, revealing the sharp angles of his face and the faintest trace of a smirk as he analyzed his findings.

You approached cautiously, the tiny bird hidden behind your back.

“Ah, there you are,” he said without looking up. “I was beginning to wonder if my creation had suddenly found a way to bypass her tasks. Highly improbable, of course, but… amusing to consider.”

“I… have something for you,” you said, your voice quiet but steady.

That caught his attention. His red eyes snapped to yours, narrowing slightly. “Something for me?” he echoed, his tone a mix of intrigue and skepticism.

You stepped forward and held out the small bird, its polished surface catching the light.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, he leaned forward, his gloved hand taking the bird with surprising gentleness.

“You made this?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the sharp edge of his usual tone dulled by something else.

You nodded. “I thought… it might please you. It’s not perfect, but I worked hard to—”

“Against your programming,” he interrupted, his gaze locking onto yours. “You defied the parameters I set for you.”

You froze, unsure how to respond. Fear twisted in your chest. Would he see this as a failure? A betrayal?

But then, he chuckled—a low, rich sound that sent a shiver through you.

“Fascinating,” he said, leaning back in his chair and turning the bird in his hands. “You’ve surpassed your design in ways I didn’t anticipate. You continue to surprise me.”

He wound the small mechanism, and the bird began to sing, its delicate melody filling the air.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at it. Then, his eyes flicked back to you. “And utterly unnecessary. But I… appreciate the sentiment.”

Your circuits hummed with relief and an odd sense of pride.

“Thank you, Dottore,” you said softly.

“No,” he said, a small, rare smile curving his lips. “Thank you. This proves your potential is far greater than I imagined. I’ll have to see how far I can push you.”

Though his words carried the promise of more experiments, his tone held something deeper—a genuine curiosity, and perhaps, the faintest trace of affection.

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Lackluster

Chapter 2: Preparation

Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Drama

Relationships: Dottore/Reader

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Injections, Needles

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The blue-haired man leads the small woman swiftly through the compound humming as he goes.

'He's definitely excited.' The young woman thinks. 'Must be nice.'

As the two pass through the hallways, she observes a variety of rooms. Some are closed off with signs on the doors that read Experiment and a number. While others were equipped with large glass windows that she can peer through. ...and peer she does. All of them have various medical supplies, all kinds of machines, vivisection tables, microscopes, shelves of vials, flasks, and ingredients. Some of them had actual ruin machines...or rather, pieces of them that appear to either be in the process of being taken apart or built back up. The one thing that every room had in common was the blinding white light and lack of any life. The hallways are a stark contrast with their dim blue fluorescence.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they came to a door with a sign in red that read Experiment 445. The Doctor unlocks the door and swings it open, stepping aside so Y/N could enter ahead of him. As she moves to step through the open door, she notices the room is rather bare in comparison to the many others she had just seen. There is a simple vivisection table with a small mobile stand placed beside it laden with medical supplies and a single tray. On the tray lay two syringes (one with black liquid and one with a glowing gold), a small bottle of clear liquid, and some bandaging. In the corner of the room sits a small cabinet. She walks further into the room.

"Take off your coat and get on the table, if you will." The blue-haired man spoke from behind her as he shut the door.

The woman hesitantly complies. She slips her coat off and makes her way to the table. Throwing the coat over the end where she plans to place her head, she lifts herself onto the furniture swinging her legs up and over to lay straight on the table. She slowly lowers her back until it is flush with the cold metal surface and her head is pillowed on her coat. The Doctor had already made the short distance to stand over her by the time she had fully stretched her body out.

Looking up at him as he towers over her, she asks nervously, "How long will these preparations take?"

The man has taken hold of her left sleeve and is in the process of rolling it up past her shoulder. Once he is satisfied, he picks up a small packet of what appeared to be alcohol swabs.

"In my facility, we work quickly and efficiently, haste is one of the attributes that help my research to thrive. However, the answer to your question has nothing to do with how quickly I work."

The Doctor pauses in his explanation, taking one of the swabs from the packet. He leans over slightly and begins applying it to her bare shoulder. It was cold on her skin.

"It will depend on how long it takes for the serums to take hold of your body...and of course whether or not there are any complications."

Y/N flinches at his words and her eyes widen as she looks up at him. Noticing the woman's sudden alarm, Il Dottore chuckles.

"Don't be nervous about that. I have performed several tests before this and am fairly certain there will be no issues that arise. Of course, there is always a chance. However, If anything happens, I will handle it. It would be inconvenient to lose you so soon."

The woman puffs annoyed. "Thanks, that's incredibly reassuring."

He chuckles and reaches for the syringe with the black liquid. Picking it up he points the needle to the ceiling and taps it with a finger a couple of times before lightly pressing the plunger to remove any air.

"Of course, I will warn you that this and the examination itself are going to be...rather uncomfortable but do take it with grace. Know that it is my intention to protect you from any permanent harm."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N snippily responds with his earlier words. "It would be inconvenient to lose me so soon."

The Doctor lets out a single loud Ha before responding. "That is exactly correct."

He lowers the syringe to the woman's shoulder gently pricking her skin before allowing the needle to slip into her flesh. After a moment he begins to slowly and steadily compress the plunger again until the entirety of the vial's liquid is injected. The Doctor pulls it free and sets the now empty syringe aside on the small table. The man focuses his full attention on her and waits for the serum to begin to take effect.

"And that's it, you may find yourself dizzy or lightheaded when the serum takes root. It will only be temporary."

Two minutes go by and Y/N is beginning to feel something. Almost like a cool liquid is spreading from her spine and across her body. It is an incredibly unusual sensation...but more concernedly, her vision is beginning to tunnel and fill with black spots and her heart rate is increasing drastically. The Doctor places his gloved hand against the woman's throat to monitor her heart rate.

He hums. "I thought this might happen. Nothing to fear Darling, I came prepared."

The Harbinger reaches for the tiny bottle of clear liquid and pops the cork off. With his free hand, he reaches for her chin tilting her head back. "Open."

She stares at him from the corner of her eye for a moment. "Is this one of those complications you said you were certain wouldn't happen?" Y/N is alarmed, and he can see it. She anxiously trembles and shifts against the cool metal of the table and pulls unconsciously at her shirt.

"No. This is a fairly normal occurrence. It doesn't always happen, but it does enough that I always prepare in advance. Now open." He sounds slightly annoyed that she had ignored his first order.

Hesitantly Y/N opens her mouth and waits while he upends the bottle and pours the entire contents into her mouth. She closes her mouth and swallows. It is sickly sweet and she cringes.

"This concoction will temporarily lower your heart rate and blood pressure until you adjust to the first serum. I'll allow a few minutes to pass while your body metabolizes 'V-11'. You will feel slightly sleepy, but this should quickly pass." The doctor again places his hand across her throat to monitor the woman's condition. "Once you are comfortable, we shall continue to the next stage."

The young woman tries to relax. It is difficult with the cold metal of the table against her body, his hand around her throat, and her speeding heart hammering away in her chest. As time passes, Y/N notices her heart is slowing significantly. It becomes a little easier to relax and she turns her eyes to the tall male at her side.

"Okay. I think I'm ready."

"I had come to that conclusion as well." He reaches for the second syringe. The golden one. He repeats the process of removing any air from the vial and gently inserts the needle into the same area prepared before. He again injects the entire substance into her body, removes the needle and places the syringe to the side. The Doctor clasps his hands behind his back and simply watches her.

The woman takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Y/N is waiting to see what happens next.

After what feels like several minutes the man speaks into the silence. "As the serum begins to take effect, you should feel a quickening in your brain. It should feel similar to the buzz you would feel from Alcohol. Have you ever drank before?"

She opens her eyes and looks up into his masked face. "Of course, I have." She was already feeling that familiar buzz in her brain.

"After that...well, there will be a surge of energy. It is hard to explain. You will simply have to experience it. Then, as I said before in my office, you will be significantly stronger. We will then head to the examination."

Oh right, the examination. She has to prove him wrong. In her nervousness, she almost forgot that is the reason for all of this. Just a little longer and she could get out of this place and away from him.

Suddenly she felt a surge of power course through her body in waves, her muscles tensed and the blood in her body seemed to sing. Everything her eyes could perceive was thrown into incredibly detailed focus. She feels like her mind is sharper, faster. ...and he was so right. She felt stronger than before, so strong. It was exhilarating!

Y/N gasps audibly and her eyes fly to The Doctor's face in amazement. "I...feel amazing." She catches herself praising his work and rips her eyes away to stare at the opposite wall in shame. "...but it's honestly no big deal."

The tall male laughs. "Whatever you say, Darling. You should know that I know exactly what this feeling is like. There is no need to try and lie." He reaches for her arm and pulls her into a sitting position before pivoting her body around and finally allowing her feet to drop several inches to the floor.

Now standing, the woman looks toward him again. "What will happen in the examination?"

The Doctor grins. "It's a rather simple test. Due to your enhanced ability, you will be taking on the role of...a sparring partner. I will not beat around the bush or sugarcoat it for you, you shall be a glorified punching bag. I wish to make one request...please do not resist a blow, you may hurt yourself seriously. Otherwise, do as you wish, just follow my instructions closely."

The young woman starts at this news. "A glorified...punching bag? I-I...who will be my sparring partner?"

The man tilts his head, the smile twisting into a smirk. "Why, myself of course."

"YOU!? You want me to let you hit me? You will break me, Doctor!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to use my full power on you. I am perfectly capable of tempering it when needed. Besides, I am simply the best candidate to perform the exam as It allows me to closely observe your newly enhanced abilities." He motions to the door. "Let us head toward the exam room."

"Of...course." She swallows nervously and quickly follows him as he opens the door and steps outside. Once they are both out of the room, he shuts and locks the metal hatch before turning to the right again and striding off.

A few minutes of walking down the gloomy hallways take the two to an elevator. The lift is a plain metal box, but once she enters it, she notices the floor is completely covered in a black leather surface. The walls and roof are black as well. The elevator doors shut quickly, and The Doctor hits a button to the left of the door, the elevator begins to move. As it rises Y/N's ears pop. A minute later the lift stops, and the door slides open.

The sight that greets her shocks her to the core. They are inside, but she wouldn't have known it if she couldn't see the glass ceiling overhead. The room is covered in grass, there are trees and flowers speckled across the landscape and most surprising of all, is the river that runs horizontally across the middle of the space. The river is filled with large steppingstones that lay through the middle and on each bank. Both ends flow out and into stone walls on either side. she wondered if the building was nestled between large hills? 'It has to be.' That's the only thing that explains the walls.

"All of this is inside the facility? This is..." She trails off staring around her in wonder. She's lived in Snezhnaya all her life. While they did have summer, it was still snowy and cold. It would melt to a degree, but it never vanished. She's never seen nature like this in person. Only ever seeing illustrations and Kamera pictures.

The Doctor observes her closely as he follows Y/N further into the room. "We are using an old, abandoned building for the lab, It is large and very hard to find due to its placement here between these mountains and the heavy forest surrounding the area. Our location is also extremely remote. The building itself once housed a hotel and spa. This area was part of a wellness program where guests could get back to nature during their stay. It is very calm here. This room and the outer walls are all that remain of the original building. The rest was gutted to make room for my new facility." The man walks the rest of the short distance to the river and steps through the shallow water on the bank to one of the steppingstones. He travels across the large flat stones until he reaches the middle of the small river and then he turns around and looks at Y/N.

The woman slowly follows him deeper into the room, stopping at the water's edge where she simply watches him. She notices his black boots shining where the water has touched them.

"It is very pretty. I suppose it's as good a place as any to...fight. Is that what we are doing now? You know the serum may grant me increased strength and speed, but I have little to no combat experience."

"It is nothing that is that grand" He pauses to consider her for a moment. "We shall proceed with the examination until I knock you down, understand that I will not allow you to knock me down. I ask that you simply let yourself fall after several strikes, that way we can avoid your receiving any serious injuries and you will be able to recover much faster. I understand you have no combat experience, but I also understand that at this very instance, your body is ready to take a serious hit. It is more than capable of withstanding whatever I choose to throw at you. As I said previously, I am going to be quite lenient with my own usage of power against you."

Y/N takes a deep shaky breath and tries to steel herself for what is about to happen.

She slowly steps onto the first stone. Her legs are much shorter than The Doctor's, so she must hop to the second stone. She raises her head to investigate his masked face, she notices that the smirk is back on his lips. "Okay, I think I'm as ready as I will ever be."

"Well then, let us get started."

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