#II dottore x reader

[prttykittes]

GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut!

Characters- Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan

cw. Dottore-[Fucking standing up, Professor/student relationship, age gap, Petnames: Dotty, My dear, Doll, afab!reader, reader wears a skirt], Kaeya-[Teasing, nipple play, Wax play, spit, cockwarming, Petnames: Baby, Kae, Darling], Scara-[Possessive, jealously (sex?), random drunk men flirt with u, Petnames: Dummy, Doll, Scara], Blade-[breeding kink, rough sex, biting, knife play, skin craving, blood kink, Petnames: Baby, my love], Dan Heng-[Riding, Making out, Sex on couch, Grinding, no protection, creampie, Petnames: Sweety, Pretty]], Jing yuan-[ Size kink, size difference, Belly bulge, crying during sex, overstimulation, Petnames: Sweetheart, Love of my life]

notes: meow, meow, meow!! Grammar mistakes probably idk

DOTTORE — You smile as you watch the rest of the students leave the classroom, you make sure no one is looking as you make your way in the room. “Dotty!” You smile and wave to him, closing and locking the door behind you, he sighs as he continues to grade his students' science works. You grab a chair and move it infront of his desk. You sit down and cross your legs, you smile as you can feel your pussy clench around nothing. You push your chair back more and move around, spreading your legs and you grab the hem of your skirt. Making sure he can see your wet cunt, you lick your lips as you look at him. You suck on your fingers as you bring it down to your cunt, your pussy twitches as you rub your folds. Your tongue pokes out, your chest moves up and down. He shakes his head. “Doll, just say it” he smirks and looks back down. “I need your cock, Mister dottore!” You say, putting your hands together, you pout and open one eye. He stands up and pulls down his pants, you can see a huge tent in his underwear, you can feel yourself drooling(from your mouth and from your cunt). “Stand” he commands you, you stand up with no hesitation. “Come” he pats his side, you walked over to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He lifts you up, your legs wrap around him, you gasp and moan. He doesn't hesitate to ram inside of you, his dick sliding in and out of you, using your wet liquid as lube. You throw your head back as your body moves up and down, he feels so good! “My dear, you sure are interesting.” He says, you don't pay attention. “Such a needy whore, doesn't even care if we have sex in a classroom~” he whispers in your ear, your body twitches, his hips never stop to slam against yours. He loves the sound you both make, he grunts into your shoulder and he stops deep inside of your cunt, you moan when his hot white gooey liquid fills your cunt up. You didn't care if he got you pregnant or not, it was hot.

KAEYA — your body squirms on his lap, your fingers dance around your nipples. Your mind is hazy and clouding. “Awh, such a cute baby~” he teases you, he kisses your ear and he gives a candle wax. You moan when his hands grope at your hips, he kisses at your shoulder and the wax hits your skin. Your body jumps and you let out a gasp, feeling the hot liquid hit your skin. You can't help but move around, he lets out a grunt as his dick twitches in you. You were cock warming him, he groans as he leans backward and holds your stomach, the candle wax drips onto your skin once more. “Kae!~” you moan out, you clench around his dick, he lets out a small moan. You want to move but his grip on your stomach makes it hard to move. Your hole can't stop clenching, you feel embarrassed as you move your hips. Not obeying his orders of not moving, he shakes his head in disappointment, you whine as he stops you. You try to bounce but he pushes you down on his dick so you can't move, he grabs one of your legs with his other hand. He lifts up your leg and holds it up as he rocks his hips up slightly. Making his dick go slowly up and down in your hole. “Darling, don't worry, you will get your pleasure soon~” he kisses your bare shoulder and he chuckles as you whine, you're so needy for him and he loves it.

SCARAMOUCHE — He watches as you get flirted on, drunk men hitting on you, saying cringe corny shit, he rolls his eyes. He steps up once a guy tries to kiss your cheek, he roughly pushes the guy into the floor, the guy grunts in pain. He grabs your hand and he leaves with you, holding your hand while you both walk towards your shared home. “Dummy, you could punch him” he says, you shake your head and he crushes your hand, you flinch and he kisses your forehead. You can feel something hard poking at your leg, you look up at him. “Scara, you're hard..?” You say, he blushes and drags you into an alleyway. “Fucking angry and I need to claim you!” He whispers, and smiles as he takes off your clothing. He makes you face the wall, his hand rubs at your ass. He pinches at your ass as you gasp and turn at him, he softly chuckles. His glare is still hard and cold, He turns you around. His dick is hard and leaking, you let out a small quiet laugh. He lifts up one of your legs as he holds it up, he spits on his dick and uses it as lube. His hand stroking his dick as he enters your hole. He lets out a strangled moan, he bites his lower lip, he loves how tight you feel around him. “Fuck doll– Your so tight, I bet the men wanted to fuck you but too bad!” He slams into you at the last part, you cover your mouth when you see people walking by the alleyway, you close your eyes as he doesn't stop. You can feel his dick moving in and out of you, “Scara! I-I am about to!” You don't finish your sentence, he kisses your chest and sucks on it. Leaving hickies on your skin and you cum, he cums into you. His white seed fills you up. He slowly helps you, he can't wait to fuck you some more at the house.

BLADE — His dick stays in you, a dagger in his hands. You let out a strangled moan, he rubs at your stomach as your mind is going cloudy really fast. Your vision is blurry, your chest goes up and down. He pushes your legs up until it goes on his shoulders. He gives a quick kiss to your ankle, he brings his attention back to your skin and the dagger. “Are you ready, baby?” He speaks out, you smile and nod your head. The dagger goes down, you bite your lower lip as he slowly begins to carve his name into your skin. He writes it in small letters, A “B” then “L” and so on. He licks up your blood after he carves his name into your skin. After he is done with his name, his lips curl up to a small smile. He kisses you, your tongue mixed together as your saliva mixes together as well. He presses his forehead on yours, he begins to hold your hips and he goes faster. He moves his hips faster, angling it so he can hit those spots in you, your stomach curls. He leans down and places his mouth on your chest, he bites on it softly. He moans when you clench around him so tightly like you don't want him to leave. “Your so gorgeous, My love” he whispers into your ear, his voice sounds soft and gentle but his movements are anything but soft and gentle. He holds you and his dick spurts out ropes of cum, he closes his eyes as he thinks about you full of his seed. Maybe a family? He sighs and kisses your neck, he stays in you, not wanting the cum to leak out of you.

DAN HENG — You're on his lap, your hands set on his face. You're both panting for air, your hearts racing. You can feel his hard dick poking at you, you lean more into him as your lips connect. You moan at his taste, your mind is already hazy just from making out, his hands rest on your hips. He rubs it softly, his hands begin to go from soft to rough. Your hole clenches around air when you think about having his dick inside of you, your sex twitches and he begins to grind you against his hard-on. You moan and so does he. The make out and the hotness of the room makes you feel 10x hotter than better, you take off your shirt as you rub at his chest. Your tongue licks at his lower lips, he groans as he continues to make out with you. Your chest raises and you can hear your heart beating in your ears, he leans away from you as you both take a breath in. “Sweety!” He gasps when you lift yourself, your hands struggle to pull down his pants. You drool at his hard-on, you tremble and his hands grab your hips. You pull off his underwear, you kick off your underwear, your body feels less hot but still hot. He groans and he throws his head back when you put his dick into you, he coos at you, saying how good you are at taking his dick. He helps you to move, he helps you gently. “Good job, Pretty” You moan at his praise, your hole clenching around him as you continue to ride his dick. After some moments, your sex twitches as you cum hard, your head thrown back and your tongue out, he moves his hips until he stops. His dick letting out so much cum, some of his white liquid leak down his cock as he lifts you up, an army of his seed leaking out of you, making a mess on him and the couch.

JING YUAN — You whine when his fingers leave your hole, he chuckles and he moves your hair out of your face. He already made you cum just by his fingers. Which were big!!! You wonder if his dick was bigger and sure it was. You gasp when his dick slaps on your stomach, your mind goes wild as you smile. His dick lays on your skin, some of his pre-cum sticking on your skin. You let out a sigh as he kissed your stomach before pushing you more up, there was a size difference between you and him which was obvious. He grabs his big dick and aims it at your hole, you gulp as you think about it. Will he fit in with you? Will he destroy your hole for good? “Don't worry, the love of my life. It will fit” he whispers, he seemed to know what you were thinking about and you smiled. He kisses your nose before he slowly puts his dick into you, you gasp and arch your back. Tears start to form, he coos and whispers sweet things in your ear. He puts his big dick more into you, you let out a happy sigh when it finally goes in but it isn't all the way in. “You got the top half done, good job baby~” your eyes widen as you look down and see it was only the top half, your moan as he puts the rest of the half in. “Shh you’re doing great~” he whispers into your ear, you grunt as you scratch his back. You look down and see a huge bulge, it was finally fully in you! You felt glad and he goes slow at first but goes faster, tears run down your face in pleasure. He abuses your hole with his big dick, your tongue rolls out as he fucks you. You cum and he doesn't stop moving, it was your second time cumming and it wasn't going to be your last! You let out a loud moan, you felt yourself cumming hard again, your mind is so hazy and mushed. You felt so overstimulated, he notices and he cums in you. He has a big load as it makes a bulge of his seed in your stomach, he pulls out and his seed leaks out. He chuckles and kisses your hand before he cleans you up.

[glassrowboat]

From the Past. Dottore.

Summary: What is the most wretched thing, the one we read about in books as they spell out horror after horror? Well, to Dottore, it's losing you. So even as he curses himself for being selfish, he takes a clawed hand in his own and grips it so tightly it can't even threaten him with the idea of being pulled away.

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Gore, psychological torture implied, toxic dynamic, undefined relationship, and Dottore. Yes, he is a warning.

The sounds of wailing screams must have stopped hours ago now as Dottore walked back into the lab, the silence he was met with almost startling compared to the banging fists and pleas for help that filled the air as he left. That is if he didn't already expect this outcome. To the doctor this is just another day like any other, even as the screech of metal dragging against the floor hit his ears, a black line worn into the ground from the amount of times he's opened and closed this particular cell. 

Just another thing to fix later.

Dottore didn't even flinch as the smell of blood hits his nose in waves. Far too used to it to be nauseated now he walks through the door, bits and pieces of flesh coating the walls as blood reached high enough to cake the ceiling. The sound of a drip, drip, drip melodic. Though none of that mattered compared to the sight of a messy head of hair, the light slipping through the door way just enough to illuminate the figure that sat there as she turned to look at him.

“It appears you have outdone yourself again, my favorite test experiment. Did you have fun while I was gone?” Judging by the fact there's barely any remains to be had of the live test subject he threw in there with her, the answer had to be yes. 

“I did.” Ahh, simple and to the point as always. Or at least as it always is now. “Welcome back Dottore.”

“Glad to be back.” Smiling down at her he offered what could barely be called a woman anymore a hand. She may have appeared just as she did once upon a time but the blood covering her mouth was a clear indication as to otherwise. Such a sweet little face so clearly hiding a brutal and ravenous creature only he truly knew the extent of. “Now that you are fed-”

Without even bothering to accept his hand she was right in front of him in an instant. Matted hair tickling Dottore's neck as she leaned in. There was no point to be startled, or to even act afraid, not when he knew this one would never hurt him. He was confident in that.

The quick sound of a sniff however still had him looking down at her with a raised eyebrow though. “You smell like the other harbingers. Were you in a meeting again?”

Dottore chuckled softly at her question. After all, a day the little monster actually chose to converse was a good day in his books. “Yes, I did just attend meeting with the other harbingers,” he replied, his breath brushing over her cheek. “And what is to you if I did?”

“Well,” her eyes fell down to the floor, a sight one could almost miss in the dark room. “You used to tell me when you were busy. Now you just leave without a word.”

We used to be so much closer.

“Right.” Dottore grumbled. “Things have changed. My priorities have changed; I'm sure you understand. I can't be with you all the time anymore.” He has work to do, tests to run, papers to write, just…things that keep him busy over all.

Waiting for a moment Dottore looked down at her, waiting for that sharp tongue he had grown so used to. A comment along the lines of: ‘well maybe if you had told me of this before you wouldn't come across as such a prick.’ Yet the woman leaning into him said nothing of the sort, no sharp bite to share. Not this time.

Of course she wouldn't.

“Let's get you cleaned up, dear.” Placing his hand on the small of her back Dottore led her out the cell. It wasn't meant to keep her captive anyway. She wouldn't go anywhere even without a door that screeched in sheer agony everytime I was forced open locking her in. 

The remains of what was once her meal left behind as he pushed her towards the small wash station right up until she was standing under the shower head. He didn't even bother to warn her as he turned the water on, already knowing she wouldn't mind. The freezing water beat down on her in a way that would have Dottore shivering in her place if their positions were swapped, but she barely showed a sign of recognizing what just happened.

There were no complaints of the cold to be had as she hissed at him about being a bitch. Simply standing there. Watching. 

“Are you really so unbothered by this?” Why did he even ask that, he already knew the answer. Maybe, just maybe the sound of the water would drown out the pointless question, but he knew it wouldn't. 

Dottore already made sure of that long ago.

She had become something that was somehow more than and less than human all at once. Needles that once filled her skin now having marked her skin with scars that were slowly being revealed as the blood washed off of her, swirling and pooling on the floor. Seconds passing by as the stark red faded to pink. It'll be clear soon enough.

“I'm fine. Just need a change of clothes.”

“Of course,” he sighed, watching as bits of flesh fell from the folds of her shirt that would have to be fished out of the drain later. “I'll have that settled soon. Just wash off, I don't need you dirtying the lab again.”

A small mutter of a “thank you” could be heard as he turned on his heel, already knowing not to bother to search for any trace of light in her like had used to so many times before. Humanity long since forgotten even before the first time she tore her teeth into a test subjects flesh. At least this time she didn't ask to be allowed to hunt her prey down. 

It was so easy to forget the woman she once was when you look at her now, the name Siearra seemingly almost belonging to an entirely new person. If that is something she call still be called to this day. He certainly wouldn't say it was the best description for her.

These old tile floors his shoes clicked on as he walked to fetch her something to change into had once reflected a woman who would easily poke and prod at him with words alone. How something he once considered so annoying could be endearing now is beyond him.

Nostalgia, such an easily blinding tool.

If she said something like that today…well, she wouldn't even dare. No calling him out for being a jerk, the guts to snap back at him the instant something proved to be displeasing almost vanished into thin air. She truly had changed, just as was intended. These days she is monstrous, can tear through a carcass with ease. She is a pride of his, a true show of just how much his work has come to grow, so there's no point missing her old self. This is simply a change of behavior as any human being would exhibit after being put through-

Dottore stopped for a moment, tongue clicking as he realized just what was going on through his head. Self rationalization? Now? Pointless. There may be memories of her curled up in a corner of his lab before one of the few heaters, but that is simply the past. It doesn't matter if he and gotten used to her presence there, had begun to expect it. It doesn't matter that if he would comment on her habit of trying to steal the warmth all for himself, she would tell him “be a good little scientist and discover this thing called a coat then.”

How he had to bite back a smile, had to bite back from saying “you could have just asked for a blanket you know.”

Enough of this.

Quickly grabbing a change of clothes for her, Dottore turned back to the monster that was now before him. This was who she is now, no matter how much she still bears a resemblance to the woman he had once known. The figure sitting down on the floor with a fluffy towel draped over her shoulders and still wet hair dripping droplets onto her skin was the present.

How she looked so much like a cowering animal as she sat there simply waiting for him to return. Before Dottore could even stop himself playful words tumbled out of his mouth. “You really need to learn how to dry your hair properly, dear. You look like a rat.”

And just how she'd always respond to his snark these days followed suit, a simple “okay.” He shouldn't have expected anything else.

Things truly have changed.

“Put on your clothes already. I don't need you catching a cold,” he snapped.

“Right. Sorry.” Getting up off the floor, she slipped the clothes on, so numb seemingly to every little thing. There was no strong sense of dignity from her. (Perhaps stripped the moment he first heard her begging for the pain to stop, and Dottore simply told her to shut up and push through like a good experiment). 

“Don't apologize to me, just do things right the first time.” He could see her slowly mouth opening, most likely to apologize again. “I just ask of you to follow orders.” There wasn't a point to look at her to know she was nodding so instead he sat down, the old chair slotted behind the old workbench working well enough for now as he sighed. No matter how much he tried to calm down she had such an ability to rile him up. Silence or her old snark, it was all the same.

She once looked upon him so sweetly as another one of those novels were in those hands, some flowery title he didn't bother to remember printed over the cover. The anemones that were so intricately drawn however were a different story. How she cooed over the main love interest even as Dottore told her multiple times he wasn't interested in hearing about her love for romance.

She ignored him easily, still chatting away to the point he had almost managed to tune her out between the catching of a quil on paper. That is until she playfully remarked “one day I'll find my perfect match just like in this story, and then I'll run off and get married.” The rest of what she said didn't matter, not at that moment. To run off with someone and just leave him. That's what she had implied.

“Come here.” He ordered, now addressing the monster that sat a few feet away from him.

And just like he had forced her to, how he might as well have programmed into her once human brain, she obeyed. The skirt of the dress she had only just thrown on a moment prior dragging along under her, halting and stalling the woman's movements as she crawled over to him. There was no dignity to be had, no pride, no hint of who she once was. Not even as she hung her head in front of him.

What a good girl.

“Look at me.”

His little monster, his prized experiment, his masterpiece, his dead look in her eyes that slowly settliled on him. Hesitantly so. This was how it was meant to be. It didn't matter of thoughts of doubt were running through her mind, if she was waiting to be thrown either a bone or her death penalty, all because now she can't leave. There's not a choice in the matter.

Perhaps he'd mourn the woman she once was, wish for her attitude to come back and hope to hear a comment or two that would remind him of her. But what would the lack of what once was do besides fill him full of unwelcome memories he doesn't want to recall no matter how much both of them still clung to their past?

“Have you realized your place in life yet? It's quite obvious but I want to hear you say it.” 

Without missing a beat the little creature he made her be whisper out, “by your side.”

Yes, exactly. She's finally learned. And if she dared say anything else? Well, that's just another thing to fix now.

[catscidr]

˖ ࣪⊹ ౨ৎ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐫'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 //

i. note — heyy krusty krew! it's almost time.... i'll be posting weekly drabbles next month featuring men from genshin impact, honkai star rail and jujutsu kaisen for kinktober! i (unfortunately) don't have enough time to post a drabble every day of october nor am i able to write for every character i was suggested but i can promise u it doesn't mean i won't ever write a foul legacy x reader monsterfucking fic. it'll just have to wait until after october (sry childe enjoyers ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) ) ii. cw — (mostly) dom!characters x afab!reader, dubcon at times. minors do not interact; i will be both mad And disappointed.

𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏:  𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ...with doctor!kenjaku/suguru // zhongli. ft. slight mean dom!kenny, condescension, abuse of power. // soft dom!zhongli, praise, overstimulation. 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟖: 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ...with pantalone // gallagher. ft. slight mean dom!pants, dirty talk, desperation. // some Plot with the Porn, mutual orgasm, dirty talk. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏𝟓: 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝/𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ...with boss form!aventurine // jiaoqiu (ft. bunny!reader). ft. switch!aven + reader, manhandling, praise. // soft to slightly mean dom!jiaoqiu, overstimulation, scenting. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟐: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 ...with il dottore // sampo. ft. slight mean dom!dottore, forced orgasm, dirty talk. // fwb!sampo, pleasure soft dom!sampo, desperation. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟗: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 ...with choso // wriothesley. ft. feral!choso, blood kink, premature ejaculation. // scent kink, fingering, size difference. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! ...𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: ?? ...with ?? // ??. ft. soft dom! ??, condescension + praise, fingering. // heian era! ??, degradation, size difference. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚!

... and last but not least, feel free to ask to be tagged! ♡ (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

©𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐈.

[simonisferal]

there's only one god you'd serve — scaramouche x obsessed, scholar male reader

"you're so crazy, manipulate me." — SUICIDAL-IDOL

shouki no kami era (everlasting lord of arcane wisdom), reader's not like other boys 🤭, ii dottore mentioned :/, yandere-ish and dark themes, haypasia slander (sorry), suggestive, pet play (leashes and collars), reader's kind jealous, praise (scars), VERY self indulgent — needed to feed my own delusion 😞 also dottore's kinda ooc / also didn't know what happened towards the end but 🤷

spoiler alert if you havent completed sumeru's archon quests

snezhnaya was never kind to the weak, you had to learn that yourself. the harsh weather and lack of trade made it almost impossible to live off as a commoner unless you were to join the ranks in the fatui. your parents didn't want that for you but by tradition, you were forced to be exploited by the tsaritsa and her harbingers.

you never cared for her royalty, only acknowledging the words of your lord.

he was sweet to you as a child, often letting you cry at the loss of your parents' attention even though he'd tell you to suck it up later. he'd let you eat some of the sweets he gotten from banquets, ones he hated due to the sugar or just overall sweetness. you would attempt to repay the favor of his kindness but he dismissed it as you were a kid, still learning how to survive.

he was right because when you were drafted as a teenager, any soft words or affection he'd give a regular child disappeared. he didn't even remember your name or maybe he just never cared to learn it before. but the live he would give you for years to come tainted any familiarity within you and him.

later, you were stationed in sumeru, the nation of wisdom. your group was meerly there to threaten a few merchants and to place fear in the believers of the dendro archon and her young vessel. it was easy enough and it was easier to slip through the cracks of the broken squad and find yourself in front of the akademiyian doors.

maybe it was the inner child in you who wished to learn, or the teenager who wanted so badly to run away, or the adult you are now who wanted to do both out of spite.

you made the smart choice of taking most of your funds out of the northland bank in your small vacation to liyue before this. it wasn't much, sure, but it was little to go noticed and enough to let you study and rent out a proper living quarters for two whole years. for all the hard work fatui members do, their pay matches their energy.

you cut your hair short, switch out uniforms, and do the tough assignment of giving yourself long lasting marks and burns. even the little thorn pricks mattered as the small group had gone looking for you.

no one dared to accuse you but instead asked where you were from and how you got those scars. lie after lie with you. a mask was put up between your past and your future life to secure the safety and comfort of being long forgetten by your comrades. it didn't bother you when the fatui came in the akademiya, searching for their previous team member, and your classrooms. they hadn't even seen your eyes, let alone your face or body out of the uniform.

it was refreshing to say the least. you had the freedom of an uncaged fledgling, slowly but surely using your small wings to fly away from your problems. and it managed to work for a while.

you continued your new life for years, studying under the kshahrewar darshan, managing your own job at a bar, and even learning to love lesser lord kusanali, even if she wasn't present. your life was great until you heard mentions of the fatui again.

your boss placed you in charge of serving any members of the group since they didn't seem to bother you (he shits his pants every time he sees their signature masks). making their drinks and setting down their plates, your ears perk up as they talk about their lord harbinger.

"the balladeer retrieved the electro gnosis from inazuma, what greatness!" one chimed. another one joined in with sorrow, "the fair lady's sacrifice shalln't be in vain comrades, remember what she has given us." they seem to salute to themselves in a creepy, culty way. weirdos...

they didn't even bother to pay for their meals and it pissed you off. mainly because their debt was paid from your wallet either way and becuase of their entitled natures. you scoff as you clock out, placing some of your mora into the register and walking home.

the next day, scholars you had known acted different towards you. not in a they know your secret, run way, but in a they're too busy to even look at you right now way. you would've let it be if it was for matters important but it wasn't even project week. you sat alone in the library, tinkering away with your machines that you yourself built.

an alternative for a vision was your most prized possessions, it wasn't like a delusion nor a vision, running on some sort of life or desire to be obtained but mildly a packet of batteries and some water of fontaine. no help from the akasha as usual, even you knew it was tainted with, made the project more valuable to you.

scholars appeared at your desk, sitting in front and beside you as you tinkered away. you didn't bother to look up at them in the process, your alt-vision tied onto your hands if they tried something funny. you sat in quiet until one of them grabbed you and stood you off of your seat. you were about to laugh in their faces about rough-housing until you saw their eyes. they were covered by a mask. a very familiar one at that.

"you're coming with us." you scoff, tugging back your arm. their grip is still tightening as the other members stand up to back them up. brotherhood is disgusting.

you clenched your jaw as you think about your options. cause a scene and somehow manage to get azur on this was the worst case scenario. he was the main cause of the farui roaming around with the audacity to spread rumors about your renowned archon. the best case scenario was to go somewhere private and defeat them, you think. you frown, relaxing your arm in their grasp and letting them drag to you a empty room.

they shove you in and lock the door behind them. they guard the door, in and out, like there was an important figure to maintain. you scoff, rubbing your arm due to their harsh yanking and examine the room. it's one you hadn't seen before, even after several years of being in sumeru. the interior is damp and dark, small cords of purple liquid ran on the floor and walls, and a maniac laughter that you knew only belonged to one person.

"well, if it isn't one of your previous servants, scaramouche." you can see his twisted and pointed teeth smile from where you were standing. his mask was unlike any other, and the second ranked harbinger tilted his head in amusement.

you heard another voice, more of a scoff than an actual word. "as if i'd need him back. he can go die off just like the rest of his pathetic group." his tone was condescending, like it had previously been for years. you didn't expect to see him until your death and he was the devil.

it was habit but after a few seconds, you got on your knees and bowed. your head laid down as sweat ran down your face. your done. your life as a scholar and a perfectly okay person was slipping through your fingers. "..lord."

"get up off the floor, insect. don't dirty my floors." ii dottore laughed at his remarks and you only trembled. you didn't fear him as everyone did, you didn't hate him like others did. you had a weird sense of devotion to him, like he was a god. you stayed on the floor, shaking your head. "apologies but i'm afraid i... i can't."

scaramouche growled from where he was, on a small throne. how mature.

the doctor beside his simple chair walked up to you and crouched to meet your eyes. he lifted your head with his finger no problem and you could only stare back at his mask. "you have a feisty scholar, balladeer. i'm sure he'll be the perfect addition." he chimes. you can't tell if he's being serious or not.

the sixth only cross his arms and leans back in his seat. he huffs. "that alternative for a vision powered on simple batteries is amateur work, at its finest. you sure there's no one else?" it hurt hearing your (new) life's work being tarnished but you don't refute it. you can only clench the false mechanic. ii dottore seemed to have seen a look in your face because he laughs.

"no one who knows the insides and out of elemental material and how to transfer it into a battery powered object. and yet that's exactly what we need." he looks back at the fellow harbinger. "don't be a brat in front of one of your beloved followers."

your breath hitches and you look back down in contrast of what both harbingers want. scaramouche scoffs, "fine. if this gnat is what i need, i suppose i'll do him the favor of letting him serve me."

the next several days were the most complicated of your life. you had so desperately escaped the fatui for years and life a studious life but all that hard work bit you in your ass later.

you were helping design and make with large tubes that had to be strong enough to handle the energy transfer of a gnosis alongside another group of scholars—mainly the ones who decleared they were too busy. it was complicated work for most and you had to lend your precious 'vision' as an example of a smaller transfer. you weren't even supposed to be studying this matter as your major but libraries are full of knowledge and peace that it was hard to resist.

and when you weren't carrying the group's discoveries and progress, you had to act like a dog. maybe you should've just stayed a fatui and let a playable character kill you for drops. that would be better than working under the supervisor of the doctor. but you doubt it was better than being on the floor, on a collar and leash.

yes, you've expressed plentiful amounts of hatred towards other harbingers (including childe, he would not let you rest in practice), you somehow maintained a sweet spot for scaramouche. he didn't let you call him anything else beside his title, which although fed into his superiority complex, it kind of pleased you to see him in power.

and surprisingly, he let you take control most times when it wasn't anything work related. he had gotten used to your nuisance, as he calls it and even gave you backhanded compliments about your work, including your 'vision'. he regularly got mad and fortunately/unfortunately, you were there for him, letting him tug and pull on your leash. weird, i know but it gave him some sort of comfort.

even outside of his chambers in sumeru, the collar stayed on. you weren't sure it it had a tracking chip or could explode like in your turn to die but you definitely won't risk your life just for an answer. perhaps that's what seperated you from other scholars.

and speaking about other scholars, you loved the balladeer with you heart and soul, as a child, teen, and now, but he thought it was a good idea to collect a new follower. was it because you weren't enough? her name was haypasia and although she was fairly pretty, you hated her. maybe because she got to see his previous names and life before you even dared to dream it. your blood boiled at the thought of them getting closer.

you sat in scaramouche's chambers, near his bed, waiting for him. it was like your second home already, most of your clothes were hanged and your shoes were placed softly near the foot of the bed. your favorite books and novels were set on a bookshelf that he had personally installed to keep you entertained while he was gone.

you could work on your project—you know, the only reason you were forced to meddle with the fatui again, but nah. you just sat there, waiting for your beloved (as he lets you call him) to return from the greenhouse. your jaw clenched at the thought of haypasia worshipping him like she was special. maybe she was but you'd never admit it out loud.

the only thing that took you out of your thoughts was when your shared bedroom door flung open with an aggravated harbinger standing in front of it. he slams the door closed, stepping inside and sitting down beside you on his bed.

"..lord?" scaramouche looked down at his hands. they were balled up into fists and they were trembling. he was definitely mad if the door didn't proof it already. he didn't bother looking at you, only extending his hand towards you. you already knew what to do and you head him a leash tied to your collar. he doesn't pull it to your surprise and instead looks up at you.

"give me your hand."

you raise an eyebrow but do as he says either way. you gently place your hand in his, it was slightly bigger than his and scared with tiny slashes and cuts. he holds it tightly and faces you. "where'd you get these? no lies."

the sixth slid his other hand to your forearm, tracing over the marks and scars you had given yourself. he was gentle with it unlike his usual nature and it gave you a sense of familiarity, the one you had lost before. "i gave them to myself, sir.."

he looks at you for a split second before eying your healed wounds. he raised your hand closer to him as if he were examining each individual pore on your skin. "why?" scaramouche asks.

you don't lie, "to hide."

the harbinger frowns and holds your hand up to his cheek. what exactly did haypasia do to him? he leans into your touch and flutters his eyelashes at you. all his previous anger was gone, like it was a facade or an act to get your attention. "from me?"

"i could never hide from you." he grins, backing away from your hand and placing it in his lap alongside his own hands. "good. if that was the plan, i would simply just let you leave. no big deal.." he looks away from you, acting like he's better than to see such a pest as youself but you see the small hint of red on his face.

he scoffs, "you'd come back to me," he leans in while grabbing your arm in a rough manner. "isn't that right?" scaramouche asks.

you can't help the small smile on your face and nod. he smirks and runs his hand on your broad shoulders, trailing them down your arms and admiring every inch of your tainted skin. "really? and how do you expect me to believe you?" it was a rtheorical question, you know but answering it would lead to a better place.

"how about i prove it to you?"

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Dropping questions about BSD x SAGAU :))) You said that the BSD cast would bring those who assisted Reader to their world and get revenge for Reader. Yet what if they miss Teyvat, or love their people? Nahida thrives to be a worthy Archon for Sumeru, Furina sacrificed 500 years to protect Fontaine and the Spina di Rosula's goal is to assist those in need, the Adepti are loyal to Rex Lapis, etc. How will they react to the punishment? Will they do anything to convince the BSD cast to spare Teyvat?

Before answering your question, I need to clarify something about Punishment Plan.

It can be put in three phases.

Phase I - Taking a look, do some (mild) damage.

Character didn't do anything drastic (almost), they simply look for more information.

Currently, there are:

* Lovecraft (sinking ships, made Dottore mad)

* Jouno (stealing books from Creator's churches, after learning, that Kaeya gouged out Reader's eye, snapped. Killed everyone in Creator's Cathedral of Mondstadt, blinded and muted Kaeya. After that, he is lying low, stealing books from Creator's Cathedral of Liyue)

* Tetchou, Verlaine, Tachihara, and Tanizaki (attacking trade caravans. Not killing anyone, but they do take away everything.) 

* Fitzgerald and Atsushi (scamming Ningguang and Pantalone into loosing money. And Atsushi in tiger form are Fitzgerald's mount)

* Mark and Steinbeck (Rob Northland Bank)

* Dazai and Ango (scamming people)

* Fyodor and Sigma (established a casino)

All goods and mora (except from the ships) are currently being kept in real world on the attic.

And, Capitano is still captured in a basement.

____

Phase II - To the rescue

BSD Cast saving everyone, who helped Reader.

_____

Phase III - It's Showtime.

BSD Cast release all their powers on Teyvat.

_______

So, Teyvat Helpers will be saved, before situation get too serious and out of control.

And to the question.

Teyvat helpers have the right to be included in a discussion about Teyvat's future. And they have a right to vote.

Teyvat Helpers, on one hand, understand BSD Cast's pain and anger. What happened to Reader were terrible and cruel. They understand, why BSD Cast want blood.

But, Teyvat still remains Helpers' home. Their people live here. And not everyone wanted to hurt Reader. Someone were too afraid of going against Fake Creator's orders.

So, the heated discussion took place.

Helpers are trying to minimize the damage.

BSD Cast are trying to "get permission" to punish as many people, as they can.

Some punishments are set in stone.

Mori insists on fighting Zhongli.

Fyodor insists on punishing Neuvillette.

Goncharov wants to do some damage to Tsaritsa.

Everyone wants to kill Fake Creator. (This one isn't up to debate, they will do it).

Reader will be the one, who will have the final word.  

If they said, that they forgive/don't care about Teyvat, BSD Cast will listen.

If they said, that they want some kind of revenge (without killing and mutilating), BSD Cast will listen.

If they said, that they want destruction... You get the point.

Helpers will talk to Reader, trying to explain their point and why BSD Cast should go easy on Teyvat. 

They have good chances to succeed.

_____

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[ataraxiaspainting]

Animal Cannibal.

Yan Dottore x F Reader.

Synopsis: Violent individuals were frequently drawn to you, including your dear friend Willow, who shares your affinity for this destructive behavior. Your stalker, too, possesses a similar infatuation with you. The bond between the three of you lies in the intertwined emotions of violence and love.

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence/gore, stalking, cannibalism, minor character death, implied future kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of not SFW, and non-consensual human experimentation. 

Word Count: 2.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Goo Goo Muck by The Cramps

Killer Queen by Queen

Psycho Killer - 2005 Remaster by Talking Heads

I Want To Break Free by Queen

Tip Toe Thru’ the Tulips with Me by Tiny Tim

Exploration by Bruno Coulais 

Take on Me by a-ha

You Are My Sunshine by Charles McDonald

Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Single Version by Ella Fitgerald (feat. Louis Armstrong)

“But love shouldn’t cost an arm and a leg!” – Possibly in Michigan (1983)

*~*~*~*

i. “My own experiments have given me a deep understanding of the true nature of suffering… and I’m keen to share it with a willing guinea pig, hm?”

You found a strange man outside of your house.

He was taller than you–with hair the color of mint that covered his eyes, his beard long and poorly taken care of with split ends and some leaves and small sticks stuck to the thicker parts of it.

He waved at you when he saw you approaching. He did not scare you, not one bit.

He did not blend into his surroundings well because of how unique his appearance was. He wore an open black waistcoat with some of its buttons hanging on by a loose thread and nothing underneath. His pants were torn from the knee down. Grossly, you smelled him before you even saw him.

“Hello, sir,” You say, stepping a bit closer carefully, skillfully, being sure to not make a sound to startle or agitate him. You have become well-acquainted with unfamiliar gentlemen lurking around your residence as daylight fades, after all. “It’s getting late, isn’t it? Do you have a place to stay? There is an inn nearby I think if you don’t.” For better or for worse, stealth is something you are quite intimate with. “Sir? Are you alright? Sir?” The man did not respond, simply looking past you like you were not there.

He looked on into the brightwood trees, the wild, overgrown bushes dotted with purple Sumeru roses, and the rising, circular moon. You have a sudden flash of inspiration; since you have no weapon on you, you could bite him and claw at him if he tried anything. Your eyes go downcast, to his tattered, dirty leather shoes, as you dismiss the idea. 

“Excuse me? Do you need something? Sir?”

“I don't,” The man finally said, his voice raspy. “What about you? Do you live somewhere?”

“Here, I live here.” You could not hear what he mumbled as a response because of how quiet he was. “I live here. This is my home. You are outside my door and I can’t get in. Please, if you don’t need assistance, take a few steps back from it.”

Instead of looking at him, you look at your door. That is when you saw it; a hairpin lodged into your lock.

The man took it out and ran into the forest.

Despite the slight dents on your front door's lock, your house remained in good condition. Its aged appearance stood in stark contrast to the lush greenery that thrived just a few meters away. The wood showed signs of decay, with splits and a distinct scent of dampness and decomposing fish. Attached to the house was a collection of neglected Sumeru rose bushes, stunted and infested with flies. A rockery filled the space with an abundance of rocks, while a fairy ring composed of squishy brown toadstools emitted a dreadful odor when mistakenly stepped upon.

ii. “There is a sickness inside of me. I feel it eating away at me, eroding my mind and body. But I do not care. If I have to suffer for knowledge, I gladly will.”

The well outside your house was, for lack of a better word, still decrepit. But still, it seems like the man did not do anything to it. On the first day you moved in, all alone, the old couple that lived a hundred or so meters away made a point of telling you how dangerous the well was, and they warned you to be sure you kept away from it. 

You found it as soon as you stepped onto the property, it was in front of your house after all, smelling strongly of damp, dirty water, behind a clump of trees—a low brick circle almost hidden in the high grass. There were nests of drain flies that from afar looked like crushed pebbles. It made you step back a bit in complete disgust before you turned in the opposite direction to put your things down.

Like most Sumeru forests, there were plenty of types of animals. There were crystalflies that were sometimes the only light source you had, frogs that sometimes crept up your legs as you walked in tall, wet blades of grass and nearly made you scream every time and lizards that always somehow found a way inside and slithered across your floors.

There was also an orange cat, who sat on walls and tree stumps and watched you while meowing loudly but slipped away hissing if ever you went over to scare it off.

You spent the first two weeks after you moved in making adjustments to the rather old house. You hardly ate or slept, you just worked. There were days when you did not change clothes or drink water even, being so focused on your work that you hardly noticed anything else around you.

“This is my favorite!” exclaimed Willow, pointing at the Padisarah Pudding that was blocked off by a wall of glass.

“How much mora is it?” You asked, taking out your wallet. “I'll buy it for you. I am buying some Samosas here anyway, so it is no trouble. If you want, I can buy you some too, I recommend getting the potato and pea one.”

“No,” Willow answered, shaking her head while chuckling. “I'm fine. I have to use up some old vegetables and meat anyway at home before they go bad or my parents are going to kill me for real.” 

“Alright, be sure to check the ingredients beforehand for any dirt or mold,” you said. “‘I do not want you getting sick.”

You stood by one of the bakery’s windows, observing the rain pouring down. This rain wasn't the type you could venture out into; it was the other kind, cascading from the sky and creating splashes upon impact. This rain was serious, and its current agenda was transforming the streets into a murky, soggy mixture.

There was nothing to do here other than talk to Willow and wait for your food. Not that that was a bad thing in your book.

You had met through a mutual stalker, to put it simply, and now are inseparable. Even though that man is currently rotting in a prison cell, the past still influenced both of your actions. You just thank Lesser Lord Kusanali for granting you good fortune. With every new stalker, Willow seemed to be connected to them somehow, making you two even closer than before. You bond over your shared reverence of violence and love.

So, you start talking.

You start talking with a tone akin to someone making small talk over the weather, but instead of dark clouds or how bright the sun is, you talk about the man you saw yesterday. Willow listens, nodding a bit from time to time while still looking both outside the window and to the glass wall where the desserts were placed for the viewership of the customers. From the way she smiles with every word you say, you know you have piqued her interest yet again.

“Interesting.” She finally says, her back turned to you as she looks out to the rainstorm.

iii. “I wondered, why does a man who has done nothing think he deserves everything? That is what this experiment is about.”

“Hello?” You say, opening your door. “You're back.”

“Yes,” The man answered, playing with the buttons on his torn clothing. “Only for you, beloved.”

“Should I be honored?” You asked. “Who are you? What are you?”

“Your prince, what else?”

“Who or what else are you?”

“Someone utterly in love with you, someone you love too.”

“How do you know that?”

"My mouth,” The man answers, leaning in closer to you with his tongue out. “Look—look at it. The better to eat you with, my dear. It hungers for you. I just know you are the one to finally satisfy it. It is in a wolf's nature to feed, after all.”

“I see.” You look down as he kisses you, showing no resistance. He has holes in his shoes. His big toes are sticking out like sore thumbs. You suppose that they are, in a way.

“You have two choices. One, I will eat you now; or two, I will cut your arms and legs off one by one and eat them in front of you slowly as you cry on the floor covered in filth.”

You considered this carefully as you thought of an answer, preparing to ask him why.

So, you do, because he does not stop you and you want to know, don't you? He does not stop you.

He says for love.

You ask again.

He once again says it is for love. You say that love isn’t something given as part of an exchange or contract, that what he is asking for is bitter and dry.

He simply laughs. “For love.”

“But do you love me?"

“You smell so good, like the finest rose in all of Sumeru, all of Teyvat, even all of Celestia.”

Struggling would be useless. “Have there been others?” You ask.

"You must be the seventh," he remarked, leaving you to grapple with this realization. Escape became an impossible feat as he denied you any chance to flee. 

As if responding to his words, the door creaked open, followed by a gunshot.

iv. “I could have simply sliced her apart the moment I saw her and threw her to my patients, but I could not waste someone as fascinating as her. She is a treasure trove of knowledge, and it is rather rare to find someone as interesting as her, my assistant.”

The man fell to the floor grasping his shot through chest. Willow helped you up. Life quickly faded from the man's once concealed eyes, his red eyes.

“The plan worked,” Willow said. “Good job. He won't see you anymore. We make a good team I think.”

You agree.

“You should boil some water.” She said.

You then shrugged. “I'm getting tired of soup.” You responded. “I want sauce or something to go with the Samosas.”

Willow did not say anything for a moment.

It was dark outside now, with the rain still falling from the sky and making tiny splatters on the soil, making it hard to see out the window.

Perhaps making soup for dinner was not a bad idea after all. Days like this called for comfort. “Fine,” You say, and Willow smiles. “I’ll start prepping ingredients.”

“I’ll run to my home and get the leftovers I talked about.” She is already putting back on her coat before you can rebut.

You sighed as you heard the door close. It was time to get to work, you suppose.

“Come out, my friend.” You take the meat cleaver out from the kitchen drawer where you put the rest of your knives, the said cleaver still stained with blood from the month before. “You are unsightly if I am being perfectly honest with you.” You mutter, shaking your head.

…

Dinner went off without any problems. It was a lovely feast. However, heating the Samosas without breaking them was kind of difficult for you because you only had one small pan and one large pot.

Something creaks in the distance.

Creeeeeeeeak. The floorboards. You and Willow are too busy talking to notice. The sound came from your bedroom. A man with a mustache the color of rotting mint that covered his mouth and chin, his filthy brown hair long and dirty, and even some animal fur being laid about everywhere on his scalp.

He sneaks out your bedroom window.

His shadow was hardly seen by either of you because of how fast he ran.

He was like a spider. The comparison was sort of funny because he knew how much you hated them.

He has to eventually make his way to Port Ormos to catch his boat back to Snezhnaya. 

But that can wait for later. You are so much better than business and any other projects he is currently doing or has discarded. 

All he can think about is you. He thinks of what to tell the current him, of how many stalkers you and your friend have murdered in retribution for their harassment.

Would he be delighted?

Would he be angered?

There is no way to know for sure. After all, whenever someone tries to talk to him they have to tread the line between being too nice and being too rude unless they want to find themselves on the other side of the operations.

There is just one more thing he needs to check before he goes. Just one. It will only take a minute. It will be quick.

He steps on the old well’s edge and looks down into the murky water.

He sees one of the clones’ skulls floating on the surface, its disintegrating bone covered in flies fighting each other for the tiniest scraps of fat. 

They buzzed and buzzed until he could not take it anymore and threw a large rock, breaking the cranium and scaring away the flying insects, though there is no doubt that maggots are being born where the eyes and tongue used to be.

You and Willow throw the bones down the well. Just what he thought.

Good.

v. “My work is the purest form of art there is. It requires painstaking detail and absolute perfection, all in the spirit of scientific advancement and understanding. As an example, the first part of this experiment in particular is a success.”

[comesatimecomesashadow]

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Death Note : Lawliet L, Amane Misa, Rem, Ryuk, Near, Mello, Mikami Teru & Kagami Taro.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Zen'in Maki, Itadori Yuji, Kamo Choso & Higuruma Hiromi. (Will not write for Sukuna under any circumstances srry)

Chainsaw Man : Denji, Mitaka Asa, Power, Higashiyama Kobeni & Hayakawa Aki. (Will not write for Makima nor Himeno, srry not srry)

Naruto : Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Naruto, & Hatake Kakashi.

Genshin Impact : Ragnvindr Diluc, Alberich Kaeya, Xiao, Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche, Il Capitano, Il Dottore, & Arlecchino.

Honkai Star Rail : Blade, Sunday.

Black Butler : Sutcliff Grell & Undertaker.

Boku No Hero Academia : Shigaraki Tomura, Bubaigawara Jin/Twice & Todoroki Toya/Dabi.

Soul Eater : Black Star, Death The Kid, Death, Evans Soul, Albarn Maka, Franken Stein.

Yu-Gi-Oh ! : Kaiba Seto, Bakura Ryo, & Ishtar Marik.

Shingeki No Kyojin : Jäger Eren, Ackerman Mikasa, Arlert Armin, Ackerman Levi.

Angels of Death : Foster Isaac.

Creepypasta : Jeff The Killer, BEN Drowned, Jane The Killer, Lulu & Laughing Jack.

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyu, Kokushibō / Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

Slashers : Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Stu Macher.

Nana : Okazaki Shin'ichi, Terashima Nobuo, Osaki Nana & Komatsu Nana/Hachiko.

Arcane : Ekko, Jinx, & Vi.

Sonic : Shadow, Sonic, & Knuckles.

DiaLovers : Sakamaki Ayato, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Shu & Sakamaki Subaru.

Noragami : Yato, Takemikazuchi, Kiun, Yukine. (only platonic for yukine.)

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Christmas preparation with MHA men

Mha men & sexually abused s/o

Dabi and Bakugo(+BONUS) x hurt knee!girlfriend

MHA men with S/O adopting a cat

Todoroki men & s/o having troubles orgasming

MHA boys x S/O with abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues

A Day Off || Erasermic x Fem!reader

Dabi x Shy fem!reader with remarkable combat skills

Am I An Artist? || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Genshin man & S/O going through psychosis

Experiment || Dottore x Fem!reader

Neuvillette with s/o who broke the law

Demon Slayer men & demons x blinded s/o

Hantengu clones and chronically ill fem!reader

Douma x Shy fem!reader with remarkable combat skills

Kyojuro/Haganezuka with clingy fem!reader

Being a tsugoku of Tokito

Taking Care of Haganezuka's Injuries

Being Married to Haganezuka

In Sickness And In Health

A Treasure Heist

Technologically Challenged

Nathan ‘the lemur tamer’ Drake

Wife’s Touch I

Wife’s Touch II

Promise from Howl

[sodalitealchemist]

II - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]

You can read the fanfiction on AO3: Miracles of the White Nights -chapter II

I've finally managed to complete this chapter! It's been four months so I don't know if anyone still remembers this work, but here is the first chapter.

Contains: slow paced development of main characters' relationship, bickering, slight angst, domestic Dottore, romantic tension, non sexual massage, Genshin man x oc (can be perceived as reader insert) Content warning: cussing as the chapter starts, mentions of experimenting on animals Summary: Marie approaches Zandik as he asked. Their meeting may not have the smoothest course, but it's rewarding regardless. What's needed to be done, is done - the masterminds are making plans for the future. A glimpse of intent is almost palpable, but no one will speak about it.

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Princess and Her Matra | Cyno X (F) Reader (Part II) (Royal AU)

Summary: Your Prince of Avidya had arrived with the intent of taking your hand in marriage, but something seemed off about him and his advisor. A bitter taste infected the General Mahamatra's tongue, watching you from afar. Matra Dehya and Candace could not help but tease a little.

Relationship: (Bodyguard) Cyno X (Desert Princess) Female Reader

Characters: General Mahamatra Cyno • Matra Dehya (Lionness) • Matra Candace (Priestess) • Prince of Avidya Scaramouche • Avidyan Advisor Il Dottore.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1570

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five

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"So, you're going to explain how you managed to catch Her Highness's heart?"

A whisper.

Cyno whipped his head to find two Matra beside him, one smirking and the other with a knowing smile. He grumbled, "Dehya. Do not."

"Just curious, General."

"We have figured you two have feelings for a while," Candace chuckled. "There is no need to pretend anymore."

The Mahamatra, however, froze. Hushed, he demanded, "Don't tell me word got out to every–."

"Calm yourself, General." The Lionness flapped her hands. "We're not clueless or ignorant as you think. Really offensive if you even think of us like that." He deadpanned in response. She continued, "It's obvious what'll go down if this reaches our King."

"We can assure you your secret is safe."

Cyno could not have asked for better friends. He sighed, crossing his arms. "So?" Dehya pushed in a quiet voice.

The General thought back to the other late afternoon, half a week ago. He could still feel the touch on his lips. His fingers nearly ghosted over as the memory flashed, but he was also aware of prying eyes from his friends, especially the Lionness's.

"It simply happened."

Candace snorted as a soundless laugh shook her body, while Dehya looked offended. "'Simply happened'? What kind of answer is that?" She flickered between her friend and Cyno. "Pretty certain your lovey-dovey moment is a lot more than 'happened.'"

"At ease, Dehya," said Candace, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Careful or the whole throne room will catch us."

Dehya scoffed. "Whatever. Guess our General has other– more shameful– secrets hidden." She glanced in your direction. Then, eyed Cyno. "Today's the day, huh. How're you feeling, General?"

He was well aware of what his friend meant. He sighed, a pained look in his eyes. How could it ever be easy to watch your own lover look into another person's eyes, hold another person's hands, and eventually live their life with them instead of you? The Mahamatra trailed his sights from the floor to you, meeting your eyes and your upset expression.

You were there, yet you were also so far.

Suddenly, a loud rumble of the palace entrance opening cued everyone to positions. Cyno cleared his throat as he, with force, put down his partisan.

Adorn in cream-colored fabrics with gold and auburn linings, you stood from your throne alongside your Father.

As the giant doors widened, light crept into the throne room and a set of men in uniform of forest green and onyx black, presumed to be bodyguards of the Prince, or the Matra's counterparts known as "Rangers."

They were followed by a rather interesting man.

Your posture stiffened as he, who had light blue hair and eyes covered with a mask, entered the throne room. His stature, tall. You were quick to note his unusual clothing compared to the Rangers.

"What in Deshret's name is that man wearing?" Dehya murmured. Candace creased her brows. "Strange. I have traveled to Avidya when I accompanied our merchants before, and this does not suit their culture."

"So you're saying he's from a whole 'nother kingdom? I never even thought there is a place outside of Setekh and Avidya."

"I am sure no one from either kingdom would adorn themselves in such thick animal fur."

"Honored to meet you, King of Avidya. Your Highness all the same." The strange man bowed to you. "My name is Il Dottore, closest advisor of His Highness, whom I may formally introduce to you: Prince Scaramouche of Avidya."

Your hands turned clammy.

Your breathing hastened.

A young man of a shorter, slender figure strolled in.

His locks were indigo, matching his eyes distinguishably outlined in red. You found his clothing bizarre as well. While he was dressed in what would be closer to Avidya fashion, there was also a large amount of purples and reds in his palette, especially in his wide ornamented hat. A long, leafy green, silk veil accompanied him from behind.

"The pleasure is all mine." He put on a smile, bowing.

Cyno felt his jaw tighten.

The King nodded his head. "Prince Scaramouche. I welcome you to the Setekh. I have my faith all is well in your travels?"

"Your concern is appreciated, Your Majesty. Not a single trouble there was."

"I see. Allow me to introduce you my daughter, Princess (Name). Or shall I say, your betrothed." The King signaled in your direction to bow. You nearly scowled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Scaramouche." You had hesitated in great distaste. It seemed Scaramouche paid no attention to it. He held out his hand, bringing yours as he placed a gentle kiss. "I must say, you look rather stunning, Princess (Name), seeing you dressed in glowing silk."

The Mahamatra found his own eye twitching.

You hummed. "Then, color me impressed to find your subjects in such thick fashion. The Setekh rarely has anyone in thick fabrics. Perhaps, it would do you well to alter yourself in better convenience, my betrothed." A slight swing in your tone, as if to mock.

A Setekhan council member broke into snickers, gathering eyes which forced him to compose himself.

Your Father narrowed his in your direction.

"My, I suppose you do have a point, beloved." Scaramouche's hand twitched. "But I'm afraid us Avidyans take much pride in our culture."

"Then, perhaps the Setekh is not a suitable place–."

The King hastily cleared his throat. "Excuse my daughter's fatigue. It has also been a while since we have had honored guests welcomed into our palace. You must be exhausted yourself. Allow my Matra to guide your way to your chambers."

As the guests began leaving the throne room, Cyno glared, sending daggers toward the Prince. However, you, catching onto his glowering expression, signaled your hand. 'Calm down,' you mouthed.

I could say the same for you. He did not say it though. It was much preferable to him for you to impolite to another man. Cyno huffed, before marching to your side, as always when you were due for slumber.

"Matra Dehya, Candace." The King named, stopping the two from accompanying the guests. Confusion seeped into their faces. "As of tonight, I shall assign you to guard my daughter. Nothing shall get in the way of this wedding."

They bowed. "Understood."

"And you, (Name)." You knew where this was going. "I expect better behavior of you in front of the Prince tomorrow. The future of Setekh is dependent on your relations." Your Father's voice was laced with disappointment, nearly making you feel guilty. "Do you understand?"

You mumbled, "Yes."

"Rest up. You have many plans to fulfill with the Prince"

Silence filled your walk to your chamber. You did not wish to say anything, especially when concerns bounced in your mind. The General Mahamatra stared towards you, equally worried. But it seemed the Lionness had some ideas of her own. "That guy was bizarre."

At least you had someone who loved to speak her mind.

"Hm." Candace hummed. "Il Dottore or Prince Scaramouche?"

"To be honest, both."

"I have to agree. They wear unusual clothing."

"You two noticed as well?" You paused in your tracks. "All of Avidyan merchants who entered Setekh are dressed purely in greens and browns. Occasionally, they would wear black."

"Il Dottore is dressed in a thick coat. Even in Avidya, the weather is much too warm for him to wear such a thing, as I said to these two," Candace pointed out. "I cannot say much about the Prince. He suits Avidyan fashion better than his advisor."

"I have a hypothesis," you slowly voiced.

"You should be cautious, Your Highness. All of us should be." The General Mahamatra crossed his arms. "It could be that the arrangement is tampered by external parties, coroborrating with Avidya."

"Why though?" Dehya questioned. "What are they even getting by uniting Setekh and Avidya? Haven't they always hated us?"

"That is exactly what one of my Father's councilmen said. For many centuries too." You nodded. "Tomorrow, during lunch, both parties are discussing plans for the arrangement. Perhaps things will finally make better sense then."

"If something ever happens–." The Mahamatra jumped quickly to urge you.

"Any harm done to anyone of my palace and Setekh, and those men will not leave unscathed, I promise you that."

"Don't let your guard down, Your Highness," Cyno reminded.

Everyone paused.

"Seriously?" Dehya groaned, hands on her hips.

"Have I said something.. wrong?"

You blinked. Oh, he was serious this time. Suddenly, a laugh jumped out. Even Candace smiled. Dehya's smile was more painful and awkward.

"Would anyone care to enlighten me?"

"The one time..." Your General looked at you confused, as if pleading for an answer. You remained silent this time. For the best, you thought.

"We bid you a good night, Your Highness." Candace smiled.

As the door to your chamber finally shut tightly, Dehya could not stop herself, breaking into snickers. "Our mighty, stoic, fierce General," Dehya wrapped an arm around him, swinging from side to side, "is actually a lover boy. Always ready to jump in for our sweet Princess." She clasped her hands together and imitated the scenario playfully.

She spoke in exaggerated voices, switching between Cyno's deep pitch and yours. "'I will always be there for you, Your Highness.' 'You make me so happy, my General!' 'It makes me jealous that another man is taking you–.'"

"Say another word and you'll be sorry."

[genesiseven]

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[catscidr]

// what's the difference between scotch and whisky anyways //

i. note — /edit/ i said i would fix the formatting later and Now is later hi hellooo. sorry for not posting, i suddenly couldnt bring myself to write for more than five minutes at a time lmaoa ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) but i hope the dottore enjoyers like this at the very least. rn im working on chapter 3 of fbbts and a darker, separate dottore/reader one shot and a couple of jjk fics if anyone would even be interested in reading them lol. but in the meantime, here's drunken shenanigans ft everyone's favorite war criminal ii. includes — dottore x gn!reader, webttore (beta) and omega cameos. various mentioned harbingers iii. cw — fluff, crack sorta, alcohol stuff, dottore is ooc because he's Not Sober, everyone is clingy. fun stuff yk iv. wc — 3,5k -> ao3 link

It’s a popular stereotype that Snezhnayans are heavy drinkers, but the fact lies within the fatui. They’re shameless; whether it’s showing up to work inebriated or drinking on the job, they’ll hold onto the ‘snezhnayans have a high alcohol tolerance’ stereotype with clenched fists and a bottle at their lips. 

However, that fact only applies to the lackeys—agents that are stationed for hours on end without a break, agents that, at times, need liquid courage to face the horrors that come with the job. The Harbingers are an entirely different case. 

They balance each other, in a way. Where Tartaglia can down three shots of fire water and come out virtually unscathed, Damselette would rather not be caught within a hundred meters of a drop of alcohol. Where The Knave occasionally enjoys a glass of wine in her office, The Balladeer sneers at the choice of drink. 

None came together to go out for drinks, if not because of their job taking up a lot of time out of their days. No, none of the Harbingers were really close enough to let themselves be seen so vulnerable, if one dared drink themselves to the point of being unable to walk in a straight line. 

Thus, there had only been rumors circulating the halls of Zapolyarny palace. Hushed speculations spoken between coworkers, told with an air of excitement. No one has ever seen their Lords in a state other than wholly glorious, so it’s only human nature to wonder just what they would be like if their dignity were knocked down a peg—how they would be if they indulged in simple human vices. 

There are two kinds of Harbingers; ones that lack any rumors about their drinking habits, and ones that are so intriguing that if you were to strike up a conversation with a fatui agent, you would start theorizing about what kind of drunk they’re like before saying hello. Tartaglia and The Knave are part of the former, along with The Rooster and The Fair Lady. The latter consists of (unsurprisingly) The Balladeer, our sweet Damselette, and the two big shots at the top. 

Rumors of The Captain’s drinking habits are usually quite short-lived. People either have too much respect for him to speculate about something as childish as how he acts when he’s had too much to drink, or fear him too much to risk spreading rumors. 

But regarding The Doctor... 

It’s no secret that, even if he is eccentric and has a penchant for unconventional research methods, he has quite the loyal following. Agents will rally to defend him if they hear anyone slandering him, insisting that he’s reasonable and logical. ‘If you simply do your job, you have nothing to worry about’ is what they’d say. 

Although he’s amassed his fair share of fans within the fatui, they’re unlike The Captain’s loyal following; The Doctor’s subordinates are the first to whisper theories about their boss’ drinking habits. He’s only part human now, so maybe alcohol doesn’t affect him the way it does normal people like Tartaglia. Oh, but he seems the type to need to unwind occasionally, so maybe he has a secret stash of wine somewhere in his office? What if, in his free time, he creates various concoctions and cocktails to drink? 

Seeing as he understands science deeper than anyone else, mixology should be a walk in the park for a scientist as lucrative as him. 

Wrong. 

“Shouldn’t you be working?” 

The glare sent your way is nothing short of vicious. There stood in front of you one of his segments, the one with the infamous short fuse. “Why are you here?” 

You internalize the sigh you want to let out, deciding against making him mad when it seems he can’t even stand straight for longer than a few seconds. 

“Lord Pantalone dismissed me early.” You strategically omit why he let you go in the first place. “Where’s Prime?” 

As per anything retaining to Il Dottore, your relationship was unconventional at best. The term closest to what you were, if you wanted to describe said relationship, would be lovers—but... not quite? Still. Neither you nor Dottore cared enough to put a clear label on it, so you’ve resorted to letting people speculate— it can be quite entertaining to listen to people guess while being loud and wrong, anyways. 

You used to work under him as one of his many researchers. When you both started taking your relationship seriously, he threw in the idea of promoting you to being his personal assistant; that way he could (give you special treatment) have someone more competent than his last assistant take care of “menial tasks” like his tedious paperwork. 

You refused the generous offer, insisting that it would be unprofessional to work under him as his partner. After many late-night discussions (and stubborn headbutting of differing opinions) you both have come to an agreement in which you would work for Lord Pantalone as a financial planner. 

(You finally managed to convince him by bringing up how you could, hypothetically, pull some strings on your end in his favor—that you could persuade Pantalone to allot more funding for his research. If he had any shame left, it would have been embarrassing how quickly he shook your hand to accept your conditions.) 

Now, while you spent most of your time in an office in The Regrator’s office building near the Palace, you occasionally came by to drop off documents. Of course, you would use your short trips as an excuse to go see Dottore (even if you could do so at any time anyways, given how much authority he had.) 

However, sometimes you just want to work. 

You’ll leave the comfort of your cubicle to go see him and the extensions of himself, sure, but you still had a job to do. Papers piled up, clients grew impatient, and even your boss wasn’t immune to their nasty attitude whenever he held a meeting with a particularly irritating client. Thus, sometimes you wished you could truly focus, lose track of time and work until your wrist forced you to take a break. 

This wouldn't happen today, clearly. Seeing as one of Dottore’s lackeys rushed to your office to bring you to the Haeresys, you most likely won’t be seeing your desk until further notice. 

Now you were stuck with a cryptic Beta, trying your best to use what little knowledge about the clones’ machinery you managed to wring out of your stubborn lover. 

“Where’s Prime?” You run a hand over your wrinkled coat sleeve, keeping your voice calm and steady. Patient, else you’d be subjected to the segment’s indignation. 

“Dunno.” 

You sigh. Is he a scientist or a child? “You do know. Where is he?” 

“I told you I don’t know!” He throws his hands up, accidentally striking his mask in the way—effectively leaving it to rest at an angle on his face. Most of his mouth showed now, instead of the half you’re used to seeing. And the holes for the eyes don’t quite go where they should... 

Blinking, you take in the sight in front of you while he calms down. His crimson eyes were glassy, and his lips formed a permanent pout, vastly out of character for a segment that supposedly represented The Doctor at the most volatile stage of his life. Azure locks curled around his cheeks, though they were usually tucked out of the way. His clothes were all wrinkled, in a way that left you wondering if you shouldn’t tend to him instead. Dealing with his attitude is annoying, but it’ll be amusing to think about later, I guess. 

“Do you really not know...?” 

“No.” 

“Then, do you know why I was called to the lab?” 

“No. Yes... probably not. Uh,” he crosses his arms over his chest and loses his balance for just a second, “I think I do.” 

You raise an inquisitive brow, silently encouraging him to continue. 

“Give me a second.” Beta shuts his eyes, shoulders slumping. His mask was still crooked—you had half a mind to fix it, but held back the twitch in your fingers. After a few seconds he pipes up, uncrossing his arms to reach out to you. 

“Come.” 

The segment grabs your wrist and drags you into the hallways of the Palace, ignoring your yelp of surprise and the stares of various agents lingering in the halls. You pass by ornate statues and paintings, the sight more unfamiliar than not. 

“Beta, where are we-” 

“Hush, I can’t walk when you’re talking my ear off.” 

...Right. Something is definitely wrong. 

After about five minutes of running around like headless chickens you tug your arm back, making Beta turn around indignantly. You lift your hands up in front of you before he can speak. 

“Did you mean to bring me to Lady Signora’s office?” you ask, lips curled up into a small smile seeing his mask still laid crooked on his face. With a gentle hand you fix it, cold fingers grazing his burning cheek. 

“...” 

Beta’s brows furrow as he avoids your gaze, huffing dramatically. Poor guy, you mused. 

“Alright, let’s go to the lab, then. He must be there, right? Where was Prime last time you saw him?” 

“...his office, probably,” he murmurs. 

With a nod and a smile akin to someone doing some gentle parenting, you place a hand on his back and help guide him to Haeresys. The stairs were hard to walk down, but with just a bit of patience and a bit of Beta clutching your arm while shouting that you were trying to assassinate him, you make it down in one piece. 

You remove your gloves and place your palm into the scan, then input the lengthy password to open the laboratory’s large doors. They slide open, revealing the absence of normal researchers and noise. You spot Omega standing over the remains of a ruin machine with a clipboard in his hands and look back towards Beta. 

“Go sit, I’ll go ask Omega about Prime’s whereabouts.” 

The clone nods, trudging his legs along to lay down on the leather couch tucked away in the lab. 

As you put away your large coat and hang it up in the small rack near the doors and make your way towards Omega, you notice the slow rhythm of his handwriting—when he’s usually seemingly speedrunning writing down notes, he’s now leisurely writing away, unaware of your presence. 

“Omega.” 

The latter turns to you, masking his surprise with a small smile instead. “My dear,” he practically purrs, putting away the clipboard in a swift movement, placing the pen in his coat pocket. 

“I was alerted that something was... off, with Prime. Do you know where he is?” 

And where you thought Omega would pick up on Beta’s lack of decorum, you were sorely mistaken. The clone walks up to you with that same smile brightening his features, placing both hands on your shoulders oh so gently. 

“He’s in his office. But enough about him, I haven’t seen you in a while, beloved. Why must you keep me away from you?” he muses, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. You tilt your head to avoid being stabbed by his mask’s beak, raising your hands to press against his chest to make some distance. The action proved to be futile, of course. 

We saw each other yesterday, you murmur. “I’m sorry, I’ll get back to you in a moment, alright?” You offer him a warm smile in hopes that he’ll listen, seeing as he seemed to be quite... mushy. 

It works, and he lets you go with a curt nod, retreating to go... somewhere. You didn’t linger around long enough to figure it out, since you knew where to go now. 

Walking across the lab, you note how things seemed to be more out of place than usual. It couldn’t have been a researcher, they always had to clean up after themselves, courtesy of their boss. So, the mess had to be caused by them... 

You finally stand in front of his door, raising a fist to knock. A yelp leaves you as you’re whisked away, the door slamming shut just as quickly as it swung open. 

“Dottor-” 

“Can you fucking believe how inept these agents are? They dare speak to me with such disrespect after delivering the lousiest job I’ve ever seen.” Dottore rambles, pulling you deeper into his office. You observe the state of his workspace, namely the papers scattered onto the ground and the... bottlecap on the floor, right next to his trashcan filled with crumpled up paper...? 

“Showing up in the lab with their damn hands empty save for the half empty bottle of scotch they tried to hide. Idiots were too shitfaced to notice how I noticed.” 

“Okay, Dottore, what are you-” 

He gestures wildly as he speaks, his hands the only way for you to read him as his mask hid most of his features. The blue lines taunt you; though you’re tempted to take it off, you feel like he might just lunge at you if you did. 

“And then they had the gall to insist that the bottle was theirs when I confiscated it.” Dottore pushes you down to sit on the couch, a small oof leaving you in consequence. “Anything that enters this fucking lab belongs to me, I’m the boss, I decide what flies and what does not.” 

Absolutely unaware of your muffled giggles as you piece things together, he keeps ranting, turning his back to you as he stomps away towards his desk. “Not to mention these damn lackeys have had multiple warnings up until now,” he spits out. “Lord Harbinger, we’re sorry! We’ll clean up the lab to make up for this offense! Lord Harbinger, it won’t happen again! Who do they take me for, a moron?!” 

The higher pitch he uses to imitate (and make fun of) the agents almost makes you lose it. But you keep your composure, sitting demurely, listening. 

Dottore comes back with a bottle in hand, orange liquid swirling around the thick glass as he stumbles closer to where you sat. He joins you without warning, creating a dip in the sofa next to you—almost forcing you to lean onto him for support. His free arm drapes over the back as he sighs loudly, making you stifle a laugh behind your hand. 

A pregnant pause stretches between the two of you as his anger simmers down to embers. You lean forward, attempting to take a look at the label on the bottle in his hand. 

“What’re you holding there, love?” you ask sweetly. Glancing up you’re able to steal a peek at his eyes from underneath his dark mask—Archons was he absolutely gone. 

It takes him a second to respond, almost as if he forgot you were even there in the first place. 

“Whisky.” 

“I thought it was scotch.” 

“Same thing.” 

“No it isn’t.” 

“Yes it is.” 

“No it’s n-” 

“It is.” 

Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing to do, messing with him while he’s this inebriated. But it sure was entertaining. 

“Alright. Well, how much did you drink?” 

“A sip or two.” 

As if on cue, he brings the bottle up to his lips and takes a swig. Your grin widens, thoroughly entertained by the show; who else had the privilege of seeing The Doctor so drunk he could barely formulate something that made sense? 

You bring his attention back on you as you place a hand on his knee, leaning close. Dottore immediately snaps into place, gaze flickering down to your lips from the proximity. 

With a swift hand you grab the scotch from his hands, inspecting the amount still left in the bottle. If he said it was half empty when he confiscated it, then... 

“Dearest, did you drink a quarter of this bottle?” You're not even supposed to drink it straight from the bottle, either is what you wished to add, but seeing how defensive he was already, you figured it would just make things more complicated than they needed to be.

As if stung by the Tsaritsa’s delusion, he immediately stiffens and defends himself. “I did not, I told you I only had a sip.” 

The way his bottom lip jutted out was almost cute, if you dared to describe him in such a way. Compliments could wait though; you had answers to seek. 

“Mhm, a sip. Well,” you put the bottle down on a coaster on the coffee table and turn to face him properly, “what happened to the segments? They’re all a little... woozy.” Your fingers trail his arm, tracing circles in their wake. 

Dottore swallows, Adam's apple bobbing as he opens his mouth to speak. “We’re connected, albeit loosely. They could be affected by the few sips of scotch I drank, though I would have some work cut out for me if that were the case. I can’t let them be so weak after all.” 

The way he spoke sounded, for lack of better words, pouty. 

Was he... sulking? 

“And since we’re connected, I know you spoke to Beta ‘n Omega earlier.” 

He most definitely is. He's even slurring his words, now...

“Yeah? I was asking them where you were so I could check up on you, baby.” You chuckle softly, taking the liberty of putting his mask away. Bright, glassy red eyes stare down into you, and you hold back the urge to smother his face in kisses. 

“You didn’t have to talk to them, you could have just asked me.” 

“I was looking for you, so I couldn’t have.” 

“Why not?” 

You scoff, smiling as you adjust yourself on the couch. Dottore notices and takes the liberty of pushing you down, laying his head down so his ear is on your chest, cheek pressed up into you. “I’m sorry, I’ll ask you next time,” you respond. 

That satisfies him, enough to render him silent for a handful of seconds before he speaks up again. 

“...I need to get back to work,” he huffs. 

You bring a hand up and run it through his disheveled locks, careful not to tug at the small knots in the hair at the back of his neck. Twirling the hair of his mullet you hum, noting how his weight seemed to grow heavier as the seconds passed. No way is he going to get any work done if he falls asleep here. 

“Take a break, you deserve it. In the meantime, you can think of a suitable way to punish those stupid agents from earlier, right?” 

A quiet hum is all you get in response. You look down expecting to see his unnerving red eyes to be staring up at you, but you’re met with the sight of his features completely lax instead. Azure hair pools around his face, settling on your chest where his face rose in time with your breaths. 

You would have dimmed the lights and turned off his computer if you knew he was going to keep you hostage on the couch. Though you can’t really complain at the turn of events; it’s rare for Dottore to be the one to initiate skinship in the relationship. 

It was quiet, but you managed to hear the low dear? that left his lips. You hum, not wanting to speak as to not break the quiet atmosphere lulling you to a sense of peace. 

After a minute of silence, you decide to repeat yourself—this time a little louder than before. “What is it?” 

Another minute passes, just as quiet as the last. The sound of his slow, deep breaths fills the room, accompanied by the low scratches of your nails on his scalp. His hair parts where your fingers tread through it, and you quietly note that you should trim his hair soon. 

Il Dottore’s poor alcohol tolerance will always be a mystery to the public, because there’s no way you would ever let anyone in on the way he cuddles up to you when he’s had too much to drink. 

[deathbysnakes]

Dottore Backstory Headcanon

(This is my first post and I'm kinda new to witeing so this might be cringe)

Warnings:Child abuse(?), mentions of death

Zandik was born in a very proud family, one that was known for how smart and attractive they where, everyone wanted to be part of this family, they all thought it would be "fun".

Zandik was proud at first to be part of this family, but as he grew he found out how stressful it was. His parents would always push him to be a spitting image of them so there legacy could continue, he rarely got to socialize with other people. His parents told him that making friends and growing attachments to and people would make him weak and dumb, and he'd believe them, after all, he was a kid.

When he was 15 he finally entered the academia "I joined at 13, I'm disappointed. " His parents would say. "It's only a 2 year difference..." He'd mumble to himself. "That Zandik kid...isn't he part of the ■■■■ family..?" Zandik rolled his eyes, he didn't like all the attention he was getting. "He's kinda cute." A few girls giggled. Zandik felt disgusted. "Father said I can't grow any attachments to anyone, they'll make me weak and dumb..." Zandik murmured under his breath. As Zandik got used to the academia he released how dumb and weak humans truly are, he needed to do something about this, he wanted to make his parents proud, he wanted them to say things like "great job!" or "I'm so lucky to have a son like you." He's never received any praise from his parents, not even once, so to make them proud he's going to enhance the human race, he's going to make humans stronger than God's, that'll surely make his parents proud. He'd watch in jealousy as parents complained there children "what am I doing wrong? How do i make my parents proud?" He'd question. So he got to work, doing experiments to enhance the human race. He couldn't wait to hear his parents compliment him. He eventually shared his ideas to other people thinking they'd praise him, but all he got where weird looks and people questioning him. "They'll understand later." He'd tell himself. Eventually his parents heard about his ideas and cam to "discuss" it with him.

"What are you thinking, your ruining our image!?" His mother shouted. "B-But...isn't this what you want?!" Zandik was scared and confused. Why do they care to much about there image? "Absolutely not!" His father hissed. After the argument Zandik was left shocked and confused "I don't understand..." He cried himself to sleep that night and woke up miserable in the morning, but he wasn't just going to give up they just don't understand yet! He told himself. So he worked until he collapsed every single day. He started to become more distant and grumpy, he started getting desperate.

The academia noticed this and was getting worried, so they started to get him to socialize more, Zandik was annoyed by this but didn't companion in fear that he might get kicked out of the academia, but then he released something, this is a opportunity.

One day the academia wanted him to go do a research project with some of his classmates, he took this as a opportunity. "Zandik you're smiling way more than I've ever seen you do, it's kinda creepy..." One of his classmates stated. "I'm just happy to be spending time with my classmates." Zandik said with a unsettling smile. "Uh- okay..." His other classmates ventured off to do some research, he was alone with a girl named Sorheh. His first test subject.

It was terrible, Sorhehs body so wounded that you could barely recognize her. "I was looking at a plant and when I turned around to look for her she was gone." Zandik said through a fake sad face. "and when I went to look for her she was surrounded by Rishboland Tigers." All of his classmates where in shock. "Sorhehs...dead..?" Is classmates looked up at him, they where a hovering over Sorhehs dead body. "We must bury her." Zandik said. "Alright..." One classmate sighed. "We must tell the aages though." Though his classmate sounded calm his heart was beating so fast he could hear blood pumping through his vains. So that's what happened, they told the sages. Word got out quickly and rumors where spreading through the academia. "What if she wasn't attacked by Tigers? I bet that Zandik did it, he's kinda sketchy." Zandik wasn't bothered by this, they had no proof after all.

Zandik started getting more bold with his experiments and he was eventually caught and expelled from the academia, but soon after he joined the fatui, where he didn't have to worry about being caught and the fatui funded his experiments too, it was a win win, the only thing Zandik hated, or should I say Dottore? Was that his parents absolutely despised him now, they refused to even look at him, he still didn't understand after all these years.

[kvrlsefni]

Hello *Kicks the door down* I SEE YOU'RE SEARCHING FOR REQUESTS. You know how snezhnaya is kinda based on Russia? Imagine the the harbingers teaching darling Russian. Reading stories for columbina, pantalone pressing his chest to your back while holding your hand to teach you how to write a letter you had problem with, sitting on Pietro's laps and read him his reports,.. yeah just that. Feel free to ignore this ofc! Have a nice day :] ~Raven anon

the harbingers’ little darling ♡

♤ OMG HELLO !! JAISJWJEJ okAY I AM ABT TO SLEEP BUT I CANNOT STOP THINKING OF THIS AKDNWJSK THAT’S FR SO CUTE??? also i hope u don’t mind but i branched it out a little more and made the language more general like hinting at several if that’s alright ! ;0 it’s ,,, also this is part one (maybe), since i was getting tired and i wanted to post this alr😭

♤ unedited because it’s 4:40am

you’d be unofficially known as the harbingers’ darling. they all kinda almost don’t trust each other and don’t really agree on anything with each other outside of work, but they really start to get along when it concerns you! i’d imagine like they all have a meeting, and sadly, because you aren’t a harbinger, you can’t take part in it. but that’s okay! you fr have your own little waiting room they made for you. it has comfy seats and a nice view of the outside, and it’s got bookshelves and a small fireplace. it’s really near their meeting room too!

after their meeting (of course, this being a given that it’s not like they have an immediate mission they have to go to at once), the doors immediately open, and this was your sign that you could now enter since their business was now finished.

of course, this isn’t limited only to spending time with all of them at once! each and every one of them at one point, depending on their schedules, love to spent time with you one and one or with a few others as well (though they really would prefer if it was just you two…).

columbina, i like to think, is the one who actively searches for you the most. she loves to hold your hand as you two walk around either at the palace of anywhere for that fact! she also loves it when you two are just in her office or in the garden, sitting around while you two chatter with each other. sometimes, when you two are in her room, she makes you sit down and fixes your hair while she sings for you or you read her a story! after which, she’ll dress you up in clothes she bought the day before or so because they reminded her of you! she also sometimes teaches you new songs to sing in new languages.

if not columbina, then it’s dottore who also actively searches for you as well! he’s always excited to bring you with him when he’s doing his little experiments (though maybe the less extreme ones), and he loves it when you ask him all sorts of questions! it ranges from asking what he’s doing to who’s he doing it to to why he’s doing it. sometimes he doesn’t give you a proper answer on why, or it’s a really plain answer like he felt like it or something, but you liked how excited and fired up he got from doing them, so you liked it when he did them!

whenever you bump into childe, he always asks you how you are! he asks who you were with before you two bumped into each other, and he asks you if you want to hang out with him. he likes to sometimes asks you if you want to practice sparring with him, or he asks if you want him to teach you some new tricks and moves he learned. capitano usually is who opposes this. capitano likes to spoil you and he treats you the gentlest out of all the harbingers, handling you like you were a doll that might break if handled too recklessly. that’s why he’s so against it whenever he’s walking around and he sees you sparring with childe and the 11th is getting a little too worked up. immediately, capitano will pull you aside and say it’s his turn to be with you.

a lot of the time, you find yourself wandering the palace whenever the other harbingers are out. you love it here! it’s so pretty and big and you love to explore! however, sometimes when you do, you find yourself in the presence of the ninth, who for whatever reason, is one of the few who stay here the most.

truth be told, you just love listening to pantalone! you always found his voice so soothing and relaxing, and he always greets you with a smile even when he’s busy with the finances in his office. he’s one of the busiest, having been tasked with dealing with all the finances and so of the fatui, but the few times he’s free for you, he loves to spend spoiling you! pantalone also has a habit of asking you to help him out a little bit in terms of getting him certain books and whatnot. this sometimes leads to him asking if you can understand the language it’s in, and if you can, he praises you and if not, he’ll smile and pat your head, saying it’s okay, and if you’d ever like to learn in the future, he’ll teach you.

of course you go with learning-

learning how to read in those new languages proved to be useful whenever you were with pierro! whenever he’s busy with paperwork or so but you just insist on spending time with him (which, he can has a hard time refusing sometimes), they prove to be useful when you’re reading some reports to him while he’s signing or checking other works! he doesn’t like having any other chair in his office (except for the couch he placed inside for you), so often times, he lets you sit on his lap while you read to him, and he strokes your hair!!

[golatcxr]

To the scholar whose name was crossed out [Dottore x GN! Fatui! Reader]

Warning: Possible spoiler/ theory of 3.1 quests, implementation of character's death, brain-washing, short & unedited

Part 2 <-

Genre: Slight angst

<3

"Run, before you could be incinerated along with Irminsul."

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"Your obssession will soon engulf you, it's sickening how you treat them like your allies."

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"Sohreh? I'm pretty sure it wasn't--"

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Wasn't what? You couldn't remember. Pieces of memories kept crashing together in your head, making it a complete mess to decipher. The more you tried, the more you got lost in thousands of outcomes, some were imaginations, some were your reality, yet none of those scene seemed to be in the right order.

Who was that? Who did the voice belong to?

You squeezed your forehead lightly, looking at the piled files in front of you. You had dozed off, you assumed, too exhausted from the amount of information from the Akademia. According to II Dottore, everything must be handled perfectly before the the Fatui, more like himself, discuss cooperation with the Grand Sages there.

It reminded you of that incident, the death of a senior named Sohreh. You once worked on the case to investigate the truth behind it out of suspicion, however, you had long forgotten about it and the evideces you gathered also went missing mysteriously. Admist the ignorance in the Akademia, you decided to follow the Queen's order rather than looking deeper into the twisted nature of wisdom.

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"May you not question my identity, I am II Dottore, The Doctor."

For as many time as you wondered, the answer stayed the same. Rumors saying that he used to be expelled from the most prestigious education institution of Sumeru due to his "prohibited research on machinery", so you thought he might know something about the case. Despite that, he never let you know anything. You hated to admit your feelings made you trust him, if not more, blindly.

You were, as well oblivous to why the case haunted you so much, why there was a familiar voice ringing in your head from time to time, why was "Sohreh" the only name you remembered? It was certain that there was much more than that. Her notebook was burnt to ashes, that's why you struggled so much in finding more clues. Just for your peace of mind, you thought.

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It was then on the grand meeting with the Sages that it flashed back to you. As water flowed delicately, adorned by the moonlight from above, it fekt like a record being played in front of your eyes of your memories.

The face of that Dastur, his name and his murder frame - it all made sense to you. Sohreh's real cause of death, the abnormal spread of machine life across Sumeru, the half-burnt report on Eleazar, the trace of the former scholar in Monstadt and the infamous theory about the creator of delusion. All of them, as if they were erased from your head merely minutes ago.

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"Zandik." You called.

Silence fell upon you as you felt a kiss on your right eye and a hand covering your mouth.

"Twice, and I told you to not bring that name up again."

You were immediately dragged away from Dottore, struggling to gain your stance. You finally realized the situation you were in.

"My assisstant does not need those trivial things in mind, your priority is a helping hand to me." The door closed shut as you saw him put a finger to his lips, signaling a "silent"

"No need to panick, this will be quick--"

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And once again, you found yourself by the table.

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Author's note: Hey hey I wrote this out of boredom since I cannot sleep 💀 seriously tho I'm mostly productive at night pspspps (did not hold my pee to finish this in one sitting)