#in which dottore is the nightmare.

[raytm-moved]

[  fear  ]  receiver  finds  sender having  a  nightmare // for dottore, diluc deserves to be haunted as a treat

the vestiges of one’s mind could be such a harrowing dichotomy, concepts of reality & delusion coinciding in the most diverting euphony. whether he was corporeal or discarnate was not important, even lacking a human vessel his presence emanates in minatory stagnance. he is severance from the somnolent reverie in ways only danger could. long legs crossed, stygian leather gloves curve beneath his throat, cradling his chin pensively.   “  you seem perturbed. ”  his cadence filters through the density of his consciousness, strident static wading through the mind’s endless flow. “ did you presume yourself secure in an innocuous state of slumber. ” amusement exudes in virulence,  his head canted, irreverence glinting in his eyes  “ how does it feel to continuously be proven incorrect. ”  laughter without annunciation, tapping his fingers in a sedated cadence.  “ now i am considering if i should have expected more from you. ” 

[poliodeuces]

stairway to heaven

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edit: i don't know if it's just from my phone, or it's tumblr compression, but this looks unfortunately so so blurry. better quality on my twitter 💥

[affableramen]

yandere genshin men trying to make things right between you

angst, mildly dark themes ayato, neuvillette, pantalone, capitano, dottore, alhaitham

note: trying a new genre.

Neuvillette

Yandere Neuvillette kept forcing you into marriage after your relationship just got established. You asked him to give you some time to think over such radical and responsible change in life, but he was adamant to your pleads. He wanted everything here and now proven officially on the papers. You spent some nights crying because to think that such gentleman-like and solitary person like Neuvillette would force you into marital relationship was eerie. The desire to possess you officially seemed to blind him completely and he went from a loving gentleman to an almost insanely addicted man who did not accept a refusal.

It was your break-time at work when Neuvillette suddenly came up to you. It was odd at first - the judge putting away his duties to meet you seemed almost unbelievable, but remembering how assertive he was in the relationship with you it might have been close to the reality.

“Can I have a moment of your time, love?” He asked you, his hand not reaching to touch you but his gaze was heavy on your face.

“Of course.”

Not longer after the two of you were sitting in the cafeteria - a curious choice for a private conversation. Although you did not deny you seemed much more comfortable in a public place rather than face-to-face with him.

“About our marriage…” Neuvillette started, his fingers grazing over his glass of water.

“You already know my opinion”, you answered with no emotion. The time to play nice unfortunately came to an end.

But the next response from Neuvillette kind of gave you goosebumps:

“If I was too harsh on you, I beg of you to forgive me. I have a habit of grasping something dear to me too tightly, and I’m afraid that I hurt you more than I could possibly imagine”, he took a pause for a breath and gulped a sip of his crystal clear water. “I genuinely need to know whether or not you still harbour any pleasant feeling towards me?”

“What are you saying? Of course I do, Neuvillette—I admit you were unacceptably rough on me the past few weeks, but it would make me a poor lover if it were to stop me from harbouring affection to you.”

The judge sighed in relief, and then his expression became serious again.

“I would love nothing more than for us to marry, but I realise the circumstances of pushing you too much. Tell me, dear, if you no longer want to proceed in intimate acquiantance with me.”

You shook your head - seems like he was not hearing you. You then took his hand in yours and spelled it again, frankly:

“No, I want to be with you, wholeheartedly. And the marriage proposal, I shall accept it too.”

Pantalone

When Pantalone kidnapped you for no specific reason, days turned to weeks. You almost forgot about the existence of sunlight as he kept you there like a pretty little porcelain doll for his own amusement—or whatever his nasty reasons might have been.

The last time you tried to escape his gloomy, mysterious castle-like home, you were severely punished for your “bad behaviour”. Blood dripped down from your chin as you were sitting on the floor of a dark hollow room, chained and bruised by his henchmen. Perhaps he considered it too tacky to touch you with his own hands.

And then he entered. You didn't even want to look at his unapproachable, icy-cold eyes, and simply turned away, your eyes shut and hidden from him.

“How rough you look”, he said with his usual tone which was cold, but at the same time smooth like butter.

You were dehydrated and hungry, that’s for sure. You wanted nothing more than a warm fuzzy blanket and sweet tea, and forget this nightmare forever.

“When was the last time you had a proper meal?” He asked. He knew you never ate his food because you’d consider yourself indebted to him. And you did not want to take anything from this man.

Your face went deadly pale and bewildered when Pantalone dropped on his knees before you and started freeing you from your shackles. His hands were shaking wildly, you could witness how poorly he mastered the lockers due to his stress.

Yet without a single doubt, with no longer time to lose he wrapped his arms around your waist to carry you. His clothes were a little stained with the snow, and a bit of freezing touch made you shiver.

“I will never do this to you anymore. Forgive me. Please, forgive me.” His words that used to be spoken as an order now were slipped from his lips as a request. 

You were laid in the warmth of the sheets of your own home. The familiar surroundings brought you joy and comfort you never knew you’d forgotten so easily.

“My butler is cooking a dinner for you in your kitchen.”

He watched the whole time you were eating, guarding you and seeing how desperately you were filling your stomach up. When you finished eating, there was one loud slap—against Pantalone’s face, by your hand. In a normal situation, he would be so angry and furious that the earth would shake of his abhor. But now he was simply taking it.

"I know. I should never have treated you like this. I ignored your wishes and violated your privacy. I’ve done the worst crime to you—I took your freedom”, he touched the red mark blooming on his cheek from your unexpected punishment. “I wanted to obtain you so much that I ended up hurting you instead.”

Ayato

He was rich to his fingertips. In his world, the only thing he could not have, but wanted to, was you. You found yourself working as his secretary, aesthetically pleasing and always efficient. But Ayato was ruthless; he could never be satisfied, he was always unhappy. The requirements to you were growing day by day, and keeping up the standards seemed an impossible task. His moods were changing like a thunderstorm.

It was a regular day when you were performing your duties that you felt someone’s presence behind your back. Ayato was not exactly above lurking so he made his presence known after you turned to face him. He did not expect you to turn so rapidly and ended up with his breath tickling against your face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I have been too demanding and controlling. My actions driven by raw possessiveness inflicted undesirable effect upon you”, Ayato’s words died away, though the expression on his face became even more grim and grave. “You do not deserve such treatment, any of it.” 

You nearly dropped your working papers as you stared at him. Was this man really sincere? How long has he been overthinking about your relationship? It took you just a few seconds to gather your composure and strike him with an indifferent glare.

“It’s always so easy and costs no trouble for you, rich people. You just take what you want without considering either the outcome or other people’s feelings. You see people as things, belongings in your possession, and you never have enough.”

At that, Ayato became even more tense, his expression that was mainly seen by the most of people as sweet and gentle, now was an embodiment of darkness. Nevertheless he nodded to you.

“What should I do for you to forgive me? I’m not going to lie and say that I did not think about how harmful my attitude might have been to you for the past month. What think you? Do I even stand a chance?”

“Fat chance”, you chuckled under your breath. The laugh was almost too bitter rather than sarcastic.

Ayato took your hands in his, his black gloved thumbs rubbing against your skin slightly.

“You’re like a poison to me. A very addicting one. And the more I see you work for me, the more I want to have you by my side. Not just at a formal event…” he bit his pale pink lip for a moment. “I’m starting to feel as if I’d like to see you out of work circumstance, and the thoughts of such impropriety are enough to drive me utterly insane.”

You reciprocated the light squeeze that came from his hands, however yours was less obsessive and more gentle. 

“It is a very dangerous thought, Ayato.”

“Oh, I can be a very dangerous man. For you, that is.”

Capitano

You were walking in Capitano’s garden, feeling yourself like a beautiful bird in a golden cage, but in fact you were a princess in a beast’s castle. Once you saw his real face, you kept having nightmares about his skin rotting appearance. This man was scaring you to the bone, and every time you met him, although not very often, you felt how demanding and heavy the gaze of his icy blue eyes was.

You did not see him often, but once a while Capitano requested (no, ordered!) a private dinner with you. The rooms were dimly lit, his loyal butler making preparations to the highest standards as usual, and you - wearing the most luxurious of dresses you’d only be able to peek at in the past. But your face was the odd one as it beared no smile on it. You were gravely terrified by this man who had claimed you as his. And even though you slept in separate rooms, you could not brush the feeling as if he owned you; well, he kind of did, since you dwelt in his mansion. 

Per usual, you were having a dinner with him at about eight in the evening when Capitano finally spoke. His tone was filled with assertiveness and power, yet the way he was eating, the movements of his hands were elegant enough to remind you of an excellently-educated prince.

“Y/N, I need to speak to you.”

You shivered when you heard him, and you let go of the fork. The jingling sound spread across the room which put you even in an unnecessarily bigger predicament.

“Yes, sir?”

Capitano hummed - he put his utensils away and looked as if he was carefully choosing his words which was not a habit of his. This Harbinger often talked exactly what he thought and was known for his bluntness. Capitano never beat around the bush and was always straight to the point, and this was one of the personality traits of his that made you feel conflicted. It was both terrifying and worth of respect.

“I want you to stop being scared of me. I want you to see that there is more of me than a horriffic, ugly old beast.”

You gasped: did he just used those unflattering words to himself? It felt so odd and so frustrating.

“What feelings do you want me to harbour for you, given our unusual circumstances?”

There was a long pause before Capitano made a sip of his red wine and suggested the following:

“Affection is too much, but could you at least try to be friendly with me? Don’t you see—can’t you see how hard I’m trying to make your life with me less unbearable?”

Affection… friendliness… is that what he really needs from you?—you think.

“I’m a prisoner here, I cannot imagine how I am supposed to show any warm feelings towards you. It would be fake and stupid.”

“Then make them not fake and stupid.” Capitano raised from the table and stormed out of the dining room, leaving you alone in the dim light of candles.

Dottore

You woke up on the plain lab bed, still restrained but this time your pain was drastically diminished. When you opened your eyes the lights did not cut your sight right away and you realised that the room was only dimly lit. You sighed in relief - perhaps he went on a break and you had a few moments of rest from his constant analysis and experiments upon your body.

There were a few tattoos on your hands but too small to even understand their meanings. Perhaps it was something from Zandik’s past that he decided to ruthlessly carve on you.

Your happiness and sense of relief did not last long though, as the man who called himself Doctor entered the room not exactly quietly. 

“Look who’s alive. I’m glad”, he wrote something on his notes, “very glad, even.”

“What are you going to do to me next? Turn me into… abomination?” You attempted to sound sarcastic even though all your being was screaming inside. “I’m pretty sure you have not gotten your fill yet out of me.”

Dottore abruptly stopped writing and dropped his journal on the lab desk next to you.

“I think we’re finished here.”

“What?”

“I said you’re free to go”, he cut your leather restraints with one rough motion that had a vibe of uncertainty of the soul.

You looked at your hands, your body cheered welcoming freedom, but at the bottom of your heart you were perplexed.

“But why?”

Dottore did not utter a single word more, with his face buried into his other records, he turned away from you completely ignoring your presence.

You found your clothes tidy and repaired on the chair, and put them on quickly. Upon escaping the place you saw that not a single Fatui agent was preventing you from leaving. You looked at the lab once more and a pang of strange kind of sorrow appeared in your heart. Perhaps, you should pay him a visit once you’re recovered? Or was it a bad idea?..

Alhaitham

The nerdy scholar was quite possessive and jealous. He had a very curious but rather depressive personality. You thought him a quiet man until one extraordinary and terrific experience. 

Alhaitham locked a man in the library for the whole night after he saw him giving you too much attention and you happily reciprocating him. An innocent friendly conversation seemed a blunt flirt to him. He could not bear the thought you having affection to someone else who was not him. When he saw you first he realised that he wanted you to see only him, and give all your attention to him. He craved to see you wanting his company, clinging to him or even agreeing to date him. But since his personality was too aloof and he never ever attempted to simply ask you out, but kept staring at you from the side, stalking unnoticeably and gather all information about you, you never had a chance to learn of his true feelings. Behind his obsession there had to be something, as such strong feelings never came out of nowhere.

Upon seeing you chat with that guy Alhaitham grew so furious that he almost not giving it a thought just slammed the door with the poor guy in the library and left him there for the whole damn night. Blinded by his jealousy, he did not even consider how you’d feel about that. The next morning you were perplexed by the sudden disappearance of your classmate, and once the library opening time came, the student was finally released.

“How could you do this to him? To anyone?” You asked Alhaitham; it did not take much time to learn whose fault was that.

“How could I?” He asked you back, his expression grave and unmoveable as if he were not interested in a single thing in the world. “How could you spend so much time with him? He’s a total jerk.”

“Judging by what you did the total jerk is you! How could you simply lock the person up? Are you insane?”

Alhaitham’s patience started to grow thinner. He squeezed his hands into the fists so hard that his knuckled turned snow-white.

“Are you stupid? You really don’t see how I feel about you? And you keep being so nice to everyone but me. You’re obviously ignoring me.”

Bewildered, yet you finally understood the root of the case. You stared at him for a few seconds before checking if anyone was near to eavesdrop. Luckily, there was not a soul around so you spoke honestly:

“If you wanted to woo me, endangering someone was not a good idea. You did something I deem unacceptable. And such unacceptable actions will only make me like you less, Alhaitham.”

Alhaitham leaned closer, his voice was a gentle whisper.

“Right? Then teach me to woo you properly. I’ll do thousands of attempts to win you over, no matter the cost.” You pressed your hands against his shoulders to prevent him from getting into closer proximity with you, and Alhaitham, although not completely willingly, but still backed off.

[fatuismooches]

Zandy speed-walking to your room wrapped in his blanket whenever he got nightmares wasn't anything new.

In the beginning, he felt guilty for bothering you in the middle of the night, but ever since you found out the child had bad dreams once in a while, you urged him to come find you no matter what time it was. Thankfully, they had significantly decreased since he met you, but there were still times he woke up scared and sweating, as if flames had nearly licked him. Admittedly, a part of him wished you could sleep in his room every day so it wouldn't happen, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to you.

At first, Zandy would knock on your door and wait for you to open before intruding, but eventually, you managed to convince him to just let himself in and onto your bed. During these instances, you'd wake up to the child cuddling to you, sometimes with Foxttore squished in between. It was healing for both of you. And tonight, Zandy thought as he tip-toed to your room, would be no different. Quietly twisting the doorknob and entering the room, he already felt a bit more at ease, especially at the sight of your silhouette. The boy walked to the bed and began to climb on it when suddenly a hand shot out to grab him, and he was faced with none other than fellow blood-red eyes.

Quickly, Zandy figured out the situation, when he noticed that you were actually on the other side of the bed, this person was none other than Prime Dottore which he didn't realize in the darkness, and that he had accidentally woken him up. It was only natural that Dottore would be woken up at the slightest noise - he had never been a deep sleeper.

But more importantly, the situation had turned awkward once Dottore had removed his grip from the boy, realizing it was just him. Immediately, Zandy tried to shuffle off the bed - he and Prime had been on way better terms lately, no longer being ignored, which was wholly thanks to you - but he was still hesitant to interact without you. But Dottore wasn't going to let him off that easy of course.

"... What are you doing here?" The boy's eyes nervously flitted from your sleeping body to Prime, hoping you'd wake up to get him out of the situation.

"W-Well..." Zandy's voice came out louder than he wanted, "I wanted to... to..." he then drifted off as he tried to think of a reasonable excuse. He could tell Dottore wasn't particularly impressed, moving to get up when suddenly a new voice entered the conversation.

"Zandik, what's wrong?" You yawned as you began to sit up in bed. "Usually, you aren't this noisy when you're sneaking off to go do work instead of sleep-" You stopped your sentence slowly and rubbed your eyes, as you now realized someone else was in the room too. "Zandy? Is that you?"

"Yes..."

"Another nightmare again? Poor thing, come here," you cooed, stretching your arms open. Dottore remained silent but quickly pieced together what happened. Well, it made an awful lot of sense - you somehow always managed to be soothing after experiencing the terrors of the mind. He too remembers the times he rested his chest on your chest after his own nightmares. Logically, when the scholar thinks about it, his child segment's nightmares were probably similar to his too.

However, Zandy didn't seem very certain of the idea anymore, more interested in heading out the door. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before you quickly remembered that Dottore was likely causing his hesitation.

"There's no need to be shy. You can stay, we don't mind," you said softly, moving to the edge of the bed and grabbing both his hands. "Right, Zandik?"

"... Go ahead. There's only a few more hours until I get up, anyway."

"See? Now come here." With only a bit of persuasion, the child was in between the two of you. Well, he was mostly attached to you while Dottore was just on the other side, but it was still sweet. You gently patted Zandy's head as you began yawning again, sleepiness still coursing through you. At that, Dottore pulled up the covers, making sure you (and the child) were warm.

"Good night, Zandy, Zandik..."

"Good night, [Name]... fa-" The word quickly softened and dried up on the boy's lips as he realized that he was still not brave enough for that yet. Zandy swiftly shut his eyes and willed his body to sleep as fast as possible.

A little while later, after Dottore was sure you both had dozed off, he sighed at the sight that was mostly covered in darkness, but he could still make out his child self's body wrapped by your larger one... as well as the rather wide and palpable gap in between his and his segment's.

Briefly turning over, the Harbinger glanced at the time. It would be time for him to return to his work soon, this break only a haven you begged to grant him. Dottore looked back at you, reaching out to caress your cheek, letting out another sigh. He moved his body closer, to where his own was only a little bit from touching Zandy's, and then wrapped a protective arm over you, and by extension, the child.

He would be gone soon enough, anyway - this wouldn't hurt for now.

It was moments like this that made what the future held hurt even more.

[kzrosa-writes]

comforting their s/o when memories of their old lover resurface | various x reader pt.1

prompt : how various genshin men would comfort their s/o when memories of their old lover come back to haunt them (hurt/comfort)

part 1 featuring : alhaitham, neuvillette, dottore

a/n: planning to include childe and diluc in part 2! leave a comment if you guys have a specific character you want me to include in the next part! i think it's very obvious who is my favourite based on the length of each parts HAHAHAH

likes, reblogs, n follows are appreciated!

as soon as alhaitham came home, he could immediately notice a shift in your mood. he saw how gloomy and sorrowful you looked as you sat on the couch, staring mindlessly into the book you held in your hand. he approached you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder.

"dear...? what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft as he took a seat beside you. he watched as you blinked several times, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. you looked at him, and he could notice your swollen, glassy eyes. he took the book out of your hand, closing it and gently placing it on the coffee table before he turned back to you.

"what happened, dear? are you comfortable to tell me... what caused you to be like this?" he would try to keep his voice soft but firm, gently squeezing your hand in reassurance. almost in an instant, you broke down into his arms, an incessant stream of tears cascading down your cheeks. he held you tightly in his arms, caressing your back as you express yourself through your woes.

once your tears finally dried up, you hesitantly told him about your thoughts. for a few days, you've been receiving dreams, or nightmares, about your old relationship and memories of your old lover have been resurfacing from your mind. you hesitated to tell him about it, fearing that he might react negatively to your emotional outburst. contrary to your belief, he didn't back away; no, he held you tighter, stroking your hair gently as he pressed you against his chest.

"shh... my love. it's okay, everything will be okay." he would comfort you, gently stroking his fingers against your cheek as you sniffled, your chest heaving and your eyes stinging from the tears. he knew how hard it had been for you to move on from your old lover, but he promised you that he would be there for you, to help you get through this heartbreak. and that's what he will continue to do, to keep his promise to you unlike your old lover.

— ☆

neuvillette was surprised to see the lack of your presence in the living room of your shared home. 'strange', he thought. you would always be waiting for him in the living room as soon as he got back from the court, which made him curious. he checked the library to see if you were reading, but you weren't there. he then tried checking your shared bedroom, and that was when he saw you curled up into a ball, the blankets wrapped all over you just like a burrito. he could sense the melancholic mood in the room, seeing how helpless you looked under the sheets. he took a few steps closer, closing the door behind him as he approached you.

"my love... what is troubling you?" he could heard your soft sniffles and your erratic breaths. he carefully took a seat beside you on the bed, careful not to invade your space incase you weren't willing to open up to him. you buried yourself under the blankets, trying to muffle your sobs further. he reached out, placing a hand firmly on your back as he rubbed small, soothing circles. eventually, you scooted closer to him, leaning onto him as he wrapped his arms around you. the two of you stayed like that for a while, only the sounds of your sniffles and each other's soft breathing could be heard.

he would let you sob and be vulnerable in his arms, waiting for you in case you needed him. once he was sure that you were feeling at least a bit better, he would gently try to pry, taking care not to overwhelm you. you finally spoke, your voice wavering and shaking as you explained how memories of your past relationship had came to haunt you lately. he gently caressed your arm, soothing you from your grief and your pains. he knew how badly the breakup had affected you, and he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to help you move on and make you happy. he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, brushing his thumb over your cheek to wipe away your tears.

"it's okay, my love. allow me to lighten your mood. i'll cook you your favourite meal and we can do something to clear your mind if you'd like." he spoke softly, gently squeezing your shoulder as he pulled you closer. "i will do everything i can to see that pretty, lovely smile on your lips once again. so please, my love... let me make you feel better."

— ☆

all experiments and report writings were instantly put to a halt when you barged into dottore's laboratory unannounced. it was one thing to interrupt his work out of the blue, but it was another to see you storm into his office looking so distraught. tears were streaming down your cheeks, and your breath was shaky and erratic— he wasn't sure if it was due to your crying or from rushing towards his office, maybe both. he placed his beakers down and rushed towards you.

"darling, what happened? you look... distressed, to say the least." dottore said, his usual cynical and mocking tone softening as he wrapped his arm tightly around you. he used his free hand to cup your cheek, tilting your head upwards to have a proper look at you. "are you hurt? did something happen? is there anyone i have to deal with?"

you shook your head, staying silent as you sobbed in his arms. dottore didn't know what to do; you were always so bright and cheerful, unlike himself, so seeing you in such a state so suddenly naturally caused him to be concerned. he held you tighter, caressing your head as he pressed you onto his chest, letting your tears stain his lab coat.

he brought you to one of his resting benches, making you sit as he brought you a box of tissues before brewing you some tea to help you calm down. bringing the cup and teapot to the coffee table, he gently handed you the poured tea. he watched as you drank slowly, careful not to spill the liquid from your frantic movements. placing the cup down, you wiped some of your tears away as dottore sat beside you. he snaked his arm around your waist before tugging you closer to him, holding you gently. he wasn't entirely sure what to do, he wasn't used to comforting you— or anyone for that matter. but for you, he will try.

it took you some time before you were willing to open up about your problems, but dottore was willing to wait and listen. you told him that something had happened to you recently, which caused it to trigger memories of your past relationship with your old lover. after that incident, memories and nostalgia followed you everywhere you went, causing you to break down. what made things worse was that during your daily stop at the local cafe, you had caught a glimpse of your old lover there. painful, bittersweet memories came washing over you like a violent tide, eroding and crushing your spirits.

dottore listened keenly as you vented, pressing you gently onto his chest. he knew the pain that the breakup had caused you, and he didn't want you to go through that ever again. he may be the cold-hearted, ruthless and apathetic second fatui harbinger, but he was still your lover. and as your lover, he was responsible for making you happy. he has never had much experiences with love on its own, so he wasn't able to sympathise with your pain. but for you, he was willing to try to help you out of your misery. after all, you had trusted him with your frail heart, how could he ever possibly break it?

he took a tissue before gently dabbing them on your cheeks, wiping your sorrows away. he cupped your cheek, caressing it affectionately before placing a soft kiss on your lips. "i may not be the most emotional man, or the best person to look for help... but i will help you, my dear. i would give up the world to see you smile again, darling. so if you'll let me, i will prove to you that i will help you forget about your heartbreak. because with me, you will never feel such a pain ever again."

— masterlist ・ navi ・ request rules

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Second ask of the day I am so sorry if I am overwhelming you :(

But I was scrolling through your blog and someone requested Blade with a reader who was like terrified of him that they would not sleep or eat unless forced to.

Could you write the same for Dottore? I just feel like this would fit him well :D

~🍂 Anon (once again I am apologising for requesting a second time today. Feel free to ignore me)

omg no don't feel bad for multiple requests, i adore every request i get, even if there's multiple in a day :D <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including implied being held against ones will, mentions of drugging, mentions of restraints, mentions of permanently paralyzing someone, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Honestly, it doesn’t bother Dottore nearly as much as it should, but when has he ever been bothered by something this minuscule? Dottore isn’t an overly affectionate person, but he can’t deny the appeal of having someone waiting for him in his bed, it’s a nice change from the usual night spent in his lab, forcing himself awake for another hour. It’s a good change of pace for him as well, even if he has to use force to keep you compliant.

He’ll allow you free roam of the room during the day, certain you couldn’t get past the bars on the windows or the guards outside the door. When night rolls around though, it’s kicked off by a few of his segments coming to get you ‘ready’ for bed. They’ve been instructed to use any force necessary, which often means restraints or merely drugging you. This is so that when Dottore does eventually come around to go to bed an hour or so later, you’ve already had your time to cry and fight, tiring yourself out and making you perfect to snuggle up to.

Of course, he has considered permanently paralyzing you before, but a small, sick part of him likes it when you fight. Dottore enjoys the challenge you put up, so he may on occasion threaten it, among other things, he isn’t likely to actually do it.

There was an extra pep in his step as Dottore left the lab, choosing to let his experiments wait till morning in favor of going to rest with you. Normally he’d be there till sunrise the following morning, but as of late, he’s come to find that he much prefers your company at these hours. You had been extra difficult with his segments tonight, at least that was what they had told him, so they went ahead and administered some ‘medication’ to help you relax. It was a special formula Dottore had made for you and you alone, it was strong enough to keep you incapacitated till morning while also not making you weak enough that you needed assistance in breathing.  Kicking open the door to your bedroom, he was pleased to see you laying there, staring at him with tear-riddled eyes, small wet streaks running down your cheeks from the crying onslaught you had subjected yourself to. Oh dear, if only you knew how much this sight made his heart flutter.

If you never grow accustomed to Dottore’s presence, it’s not a worry, he honestly thinks it’s cute that you hate him so much. His heart is set aflutter when he sees how terrified you are of him, he thinks it’s just so adorable. I mean, everyone already hates him, thousands have nightmares of the things he’s done, but you, there’s something about you specifically that has him hooked. He can’t ever let you go.

[phoenixblaze1412]

Big titty female reader with dottores segments 🗣️

SFW for the first few parts, somewhat NSFW at the middle to the end

Each segment shows affection very differently towards you. There's just something affecting their circuits whenever they see your large chest bouncing and presented only to them.

Yes, you may be Zandik's girlfriend but the segments are also him from different timelines and ages so it still counts, right? That means they can touch you too.

Kappa (childttore) would be one to always run to you whenever he feels scared or had a nightmare or whenever he accidentally messed something up (which in case, it's practically normal but his mind indicates if he did something bad he's in deep trouble). He would cry in your arms and bury his face in your chest, the warmth radiating from you immediately helping to soothe him down.

Eta (teenttore) shows that he doesn't like you, that he only sees you as a negative variable that's distracting him from his tasks. He would scowl at you whenever you hug him affectionately, he would call you a bimbo even (he makes sure to only say that whenever Zandik isn't around, if he called you that in front of his creator then he would be in trouble) But deep down, he actually likes your hugs, he doesn't mind if your giant breasts suffocate the oxygen outta him at all. Both him and Kappa think of you as a mother figure, the way you hug them as a mother would to their child and even comfort and support them.

Iota, Theta, and Beta (Akademiyattore and Webttores) being among the younger versions of Zandik, would lack a bit of self-control. Iota would pull you somewhere comfortable just to order you to hug him. One time, he asked you to suffocate him with your chests if he becomes angry and you did as told. Not letting the segment leave as you pressed your chest against his face, watching how he kept squirming and muttering mumbled curses before falling asleep. He looked like a toddler clinging onto you as he snored quietly.

Theta and Beta on the other hand uses your chests as a stress relief. Whenever they are too focused on their tasks and starting to get annoyed, they would reach their hands out towards you before they both groped your breast each, Theta having one in his grasp while Beta held the other. They made sure that you weren't wearing any bra, they already got tired of being scolded almost every day for tearing that garment into pieces whenever they needed to de-stress. While Theta and Beta talk to one another, their hands would sometimes squeeze your breasts. Sometimes to be able to focus, they would pinch and pull at your sensitive buds. You're basically sitting on the desk, staying still and looking pretty and even letting out a moan or two.

Omega, Epsilon and Delta are ones who definitely uses you as a stress reliever every thrice or even many times a week. They wouldn't even mind sharing you with each other as long as you help them focus on their work. Oh how their favorite body part of yours is your chest. How big and soft and lovely they are. They would definitely grope it, even kiss and nip at it. Sometimes you'll be walking around with bite marks scattered all over your chest, even around your nipples from the segments suckling and biting.

The segments really love it when you give them a titjob. How they can see their dick being squished in between your lovely breasts while you suck them off just drives them to euphoria.

All in all, the segments love your chest. Each of them showing how they appreciate it. Rating? Oh, definitely a 100/10.

[kaixserzz]

The Fox, the Crow, and the Bunny.

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something sweet. dedicated to @idyllic-affections thanks for writing my kaveh rq n this series is inspired by ur acc.. realized i strayed from the real purpose of this fic and made it too long, so just think of it as a 2 in 1 special lol,, (also hi sorry for using dottore he's like my muse and i love writing him) also i hope yall get the meaning of this shit lmao (ref to the scara quest tale)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: strictly platonic/familial, reader is 8 years old, basic dottore warnings, mentions of death, dissecting animals and injuries, implied dottolone (barely), a little ooc but it's canon to me

Dottore's office was once a sacred chamber inside the Fatui headquarters.

While not relatively as pristine as his laboratory, amidst the chaos, there was order. Everything was in its designated place, even though his desk was a nightmare to whoever laid eyes on it (spilled coffee too busy to clean, now dried onto the wood of his table, piles, and piles of documents and papers stacked haphazardly on one another, a disarray of pens and pencils occupying every available niche, and vials filled with who-knows-what dangerously teetering on the edge).

Hazards lurked at every turn within his office, presenting a far-from-presentable façade that seemingly clashed with his position as the 2nd of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. Yet, one might ponder, does the doctor truly concern himself with such matters?

No, not at all. He doesn't have the time to clean everything or keep them in such an organized state. He simply knows everything is in place, and the mess scarcely holds him back (he hires maids once in a while, when the mess gets too much, and in 1 out of 5 maids he hires only makes it out alive).

Yet, what truly imbued this room with a sense of sanctity? For within these walls, he unearthed his genuine solace and tranquility.

In this space, silence reigned supreme. Isolation was his companion, a cherished serenity he embraced. Here, his thoughts danced, inventions took form, and ideas flowed onto paper alongside intricate equations. Occasionally, he'd pass out on his desk and drool all over his papers. This room stood as a shelter inviolable, reserved solely for those few instances of urgency or the presence of a fellow Harbinger.

All other members of the Fatui instinctively bid their time, patiently awaiting his emergence from the sanctum of his office before venturing to approach him. For within its confines, the Doctor was impervious to disruption. No one disturbs the Doctor.

That was before you came along, of course.

The office, ill-suited for a child of your tender years, harbored a minefield of hazards. Within its walls lay various artifacts, concoctions, and intricate machinery, a perilous realm unfit for the innocent curiosity of youth. Regrettably, your presence inadvertently disrupted the serene harmony that had long enveloped this space, unsettling the Doctor who, by nature, dislikes abrupt shifts and deviations from what he was used to.

When you first arrived in his office (he didn't want you inside of it, after all, he wasn't exactly fond of children, but he had no choice) you were immediately injured after stepping onto a shard of glass that Dottore has completely ignored. You tried your very best not to cry for the sake of not irritating Dottore further, but he wasn't very gentle with your wound either.

He took note of keeping his vials away from the edge of his table.

Then a bunch of books topples over you. He puts them into the shelves now, and you helped him organize by using the Dewey Decimal System, to which you had read from a book.

Then, while he was explaining his recent idea (rather enthusiastically) to you, his hand accidentally slammed against his files and flew straight to your face. You also helped him organize his papers.

And then it was cleaning his desk, offering him DIY pencil holders you've made just for him. You've also invented a mug that prevents the liquid inside from spilling (he thinks it was a rather brilliant invention, he no longer has to worry about spilling on his desk).

And then it was putting his rather precarious possessions somewhere else, outside the vicinity of his office and far away from your grasp.

You were very eager to help him in any way possible, and for a child, you quite enjoyed receiving chores. Yet, your contentment was uncomplicated, drawn from the privilege of being granted entry to his treasure trove of knowledge, replete with a limitless collection of books, materials, and tools.

Dottore always thought that you'd be such a nuisance to him once you entered his office and sully the peace he has always known within his office's enclosed haven.

But he didn't expect to welcome your presence at all, on such short notice, too. (Deep inside, he felt a strange warmth in his chest whenever you'd tug on his coat, asking if he needed any assistance with organizing his office. He wonders what it was, though.)

So, here you were, amidst the symphony of pen strokes etching against paper, a solitary melody resonating within the confines of his office.

Contrary to his expectations, the calmness he believed would dissipate upon your arrival had, in fact, been amplified by leaps and bounds. As he observed from the corner of his eye, you reclined on your stomach, legs swinging idly behind you, immersed in a world of creativity. Strewn across the floor, an assortment of crayons bore testament to your artistic endeavors, while he diligently attended to the papers handed by the Fatui.

Then, as if hesitant to break the comfortable silence, you tried to catch his attention with a soft 'psst!', then covered your mouth with your tiny hand to suppress your childish giggles.

The corners of his lips twitch in irritance amusement as he turns his head toward you, his pen on the desk. You broke into a much bigger grin and held your drawing close to your chest, not wanting to expose it just yet. "Hey, Dotdot!" You whispered to him, and he can't help but roll his eyes smile at the nickname you've given him. "Can I show you what I drew?"

Dottore emitted a contemplative hum as if grappling with the decision of whether to engage or remain absorbed in his thoughts. Your evident impatience manifested in a pout, prompting his response. "Well, fine," He yielded, beckoning you forth. You beamed brightly as you swiftly rose to your feet and bounded toward him, your landing generating a muted grunt from him. A steadying hand rested on the desk, enabling him to regain his composure, after which he settled your giggling form comfortably within the space between his legs. "Now then," He put his hands on your shoulder, "What is it you wished to share?"

With another giggle from your ceaseless childish amusement, you gave him the piece of paper. Big, round eyes sparkling against the light of the room looked up at him expectantly. Dottore received the drawing from you, his gaze lingering over its details, drawn into a moment of shared curiosity and wonder.

It was him, and you, holding hands, depicted with earnest effort and the imaginative touch of your youthful artistry. Around you were a bunch of other versions of him, his segments, though you've only drawn five (since they were the only ones who have interacted with you so far). Each had their names labeled beneath them, but Dottore absolutely adores that you've labeled him as 'Dotdot' instead (you've also drawn Pantalone holding your other hand and labeled him as 'Pants', adorned both figures with encircling hearts).

"Truly remarkable artwork," He stated with a smile, his words accompanied by the sound of your jubilant cheers, "This masterpiece deserves a place of honor, a spot where all can admire it. I can already imagine the joy it will bring to the other segments once they lay eyes on it."

"Really!?"

"Of course, I do believe they enjoy your company, little bunny."

As he carefully set the drawing on his table, your inquisitive gaze caught his attention. With a tilt of your head, a gesture he knew all too well, you asked him a question, "Why do you call me that?"

"Hm? Call you what?" Dottore grabbed you gently and settled you onto his desk. Positioned face to face, at eye level, his intent was clear—to engage with you as both an adult and a child, a balance you seemed to relish.

"Bunny! You call me bunny lots,"

"Oh? Do you not like it?"

You vigorously shook your head, "No no, I love it! I get called nicknames, but they're all mean." You furrow your brow as you reminisced, pouting at the awful memories. But then you broke into a big smile again, "But yours is new and cute! So, why do you call me that?"

Dottore's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth, a sight that enthralled you. Your hands instinctively moved to his cheeks, your eyes filled with wonder, and he welcomed the touch wholeheartedly. "Ahh, ever so curious, aren't you, little bun?" He teased playfully, giving your nose a gentle boop! with his finger, and your giggles were a delightful response. "You see, I call you bunny because you embody its spirit—small, swift, and an endless source of vibrant energy.

You also love to hop onto people a lot."

"I love giving surprise hugs! I'm too small, so a jump, so I can wrap my arms around them a bit higher!" You huffed as he chuckled at your explanation. "What are you, then? What animal?"

"Oh? I've never thought about what kind of animal I'd be... Hmmm..." Dottore mused for a while, his expression thoughtful. Eventually, he arrived at a decision. "A fox, I think. Crafty, shrewd, and sly. A creature that prowls with a purpose and possesses those distinct, sharp teeth." As he said that, he grins once more to show his sharp teeth, then lunges for your finger, mimicking a bite, prompting you to gasp and pull back with a joyful squeal.

"And speaking of bunnies..." His tone took on a mischievous edge, causing your eyes to widen in anticipation. Suddenly, he swooped in, grabbing your legs and lifting you high into the air. "I might just gobble you up!" Dottore's playful pretense of chomping down on you elicited a cascade of laughter from you. You pushed at his head, trying to escape his 'gobbling' jaws, your legs kicking playfully as you enjoyed the moment.

"I don't think you're a fox, Dotdot!" You quipped, retaking your seat on his desk. Playfully swinging your legs, you mused aloud, a soft humming accompanying your contemplation.

Dottore raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Oh? And what am I in the eyes of my little bunny? Perhaps something more fearsome?" He inquired, looming over you in an effort to intimidate you.

Instead, your eyes lit up brightly, and you joyfully clapped your hands together. "Oh, I've got it! A crow!" You exclaimed with a triumphant smile.

A bemused frown replaced his grin as he processed your unexpected response. "...A crow?" He echoed, clearly puzzled by your choice. "Of all animals?"

And you merely smile at him, giggling at his confused reaction, "Mhm! Yeah! A crow that talks on and on and on." Your hands followed your words, almost hitting him in the face, "A crow that is death and prey over rotting corpses, but a crow that saved me! I thought Dotdot was an angel, but angels don't have black feathers, scary smiles, or red eyes."

Your words painted a vivid picture of your perception, a whimsical and deeply personal perspective on his nature. Dottore nods along, intrigued, as you rambled your thoughts to him, not even chastising you for grabbing the beak of his mask and playing with it.

"You're a crow! You're very smart, and clever, and creative! You're scary to other people, but not to me! I love corvids, I used to feed them bits of animal after I dissect them, and they always bring me something shiny. They were my only friends, and now you're my friend too!"

He doesn't understand the gentle warmth that began to unfurl within his chest as he remained attentive to your words. While unfamiliar, this sensation wasn't entirely unwelcome... "I beg to differ, my dear bunny. I am unmistakably a fox,"

"Then you're a crow pretending to be a fox!" You pout, stubbornly crossing your arms. "I think crows are way cooler than foxes. They can fly! Plus, you can't call yourself a fox when you resemble a crow more than a fox!" You pointed out, a triumphant smirk on your lips.

Well, you do have a point. He does wear a beaked mask, coupled with a bird-like shoulder embellishment bedecked in exquisite black feathers.

"Should I then consider donning attire that better befits a fox?"

At the notion, you fixed him with a mock glare, your cheeks puffing out in an adorable display of discontent. "Nooooo! I prefer Mr. Crow!" you protested with a playful whine, punctuating your words by delivering gentle punches to his shoulders with your tiny hands.

He chuckles at your small tantrum, and he swiftly gathers you into his embrace. Your arms naturally encircled his neck as he rose from his seat, carrying you toward the door, your precious drawing clutched in your hands. "Very well, very well, my dear Mr. Crow it shall remain," He conceded with a playful tone, his steps filled with an easy camaraderie.

Victoriously, you shot him a smug grin, to which he rolled his eyes at.

"Do you wanna know something, Mr. Crow?" You mutter in his ear as he walks past one of his segments.

"Hm? What is it?"

You made sure to whisper it very quietly, hoping the other segments won't hear you. "Between you and me, I think that your younger segments are like rats!"

He didn't know what came over him, he released a hearty, resounding laugh, its volume surprising not just you but also the other segments who happened to be present, each momentarily taken aback by their own affairs. Such an outpouring of mirth was rare for him (only when he was inside his dark, cool lab, alone with experiments).

A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you grinned widely, his laughter infectious as you burst into a fit of giggles. It was a scary laugh, maybe it was just naturally like that, but to you, it sounded very happy. "They bit me once! I was just poking their face."

"Perhaps give them a treat before you approach them," He says, calming down as he continues his trek toward your room. "This gesture might just soften their demeanor."

"What, like cheese?"

"Oh, little bun, that'll drive them even more mad once they found out you called them rats."

You share another grin with him, finding a cozy spot to rest your chin upon his shoulder in contentment, "Good! I think they're funny when their faces turn red."

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I’ll appreciate it very very much! Don’t repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

[genshin-obsessed]

Hii! Hope you're having an amazing day! Can I request scaramouche, baizhu and dottore with a reader that can't sleep at night because of nightmares? They can only sleep 2-3 hours max before waking up because of another nightmare. I've been having night terrors recently out of blue so maybe some comfort might help with the issue ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

✧ Hiya! Super cute, thanks for the request! I believe this is my first time writing for Baizhu which is suprising bc he's one of my faves. Sorry this took so long btw! ✧ Also, I genuinely feel for anyone who suffers with night terrors, I couldn't imagine what that would be like.

✧ Characters: Baizhu, Dottore, Scaramouche

✧ Baizhu

Being a doctor, he did have some experience with night terrors before. He is wary of medication, as he knows that’s not a permanent solution.

Not only that, but night terrors have underlying conditions, which are easier to treat than the terrors, themselves. So, he'll try to work with that.

Of course, he's beside you every single night when you sleep. So, if you're thrashing or screaming, he can calm you and bring you back to reality. 2-3 hours a night isn’t enough sleep, so he’ll usually ease your stress and help you rest some more.

Getting better is going to take a long time, that's something you'll need to come to terms with but it is possible. One thing is for sure, Baizhu will never give up.

✧ Dottore

He’s certainly seen cases before. Both mild night terrors and severe ones. He does have a few ideas to help them.

The last resort is medication for him, since it’s not the best thing to use to treat night terrors. The lack of sleep is the most worrisome for him, 2-3 is detrimental to the body.

Night terrors are frightening for both parties to deal with, so he takes it extremely seriously. It’s pretty much top priority for him. As mentioned earlier, he works on your sleeping the most. You need to sleep at least 7 hours a night.

You can expect him to be beside you every single night when you try to sleep. He’ll bring his research with him or a book, or even if he’s sleeping with you. He’ll hold your hand and even talk to you until you fall asleep. Dottore asmr.

✧ Scaramouche

He understands as he probably has a minor case himself. Unfortunately, he’s no doctor so he doesn’t actually know how to treat it. But that doesn’t mean he won’t look for ways.

He knows doctors and so he’s quick to try and get any of them to help. When you had your visit, he paid attention to every single word spoken by the doctor.

Scaramouche takes it extremely seriously. Not only that, he understands how detrimental it could be both psychologically and physically. He tries his best to find ways to soothe you back into sleeping.

Scara will try to make sure you get at least 7-8 hours of sleep in a day. It’s ok if it’s not in one night. As long as you rest. He keeps a close eye on your diet as well to make sure you have enough energy and sugars in a day and not go overboard.

[mysticdarling]

In the middle of the night with them

Characters: venti, xiao, scaramoche (genshin inpact)

Warnings: mainly fluff with a sprinkle of angst, no pronouns used for the reader

a\n: hello hello i hope you enjoy ^^

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Venti

You woke up hearing stumbling around your room.  "Shhh! y/n is sleeping"  You look over at the short figure in a sleepy daze, only seeing the end of Venti's  hair glowing as he talks out the window to the wind.

"Don't talk back to me, I am Barbados and I say shush ….wait ehe I'm Barbados- oopsie"  Venti  words stirred as you see him start to come closer to the bed, before completely wiping out, causing you to jump up to see if he's okay. Fortunately he is but it was very clear he had one too many drinks at the tavern.

When Venti finally does rise from the floor he ends up throwing himself on you. You're drunken bard did not care about waking you up, he honestly preferred it. In his mind if he kept you up, you would end up staying in bed with him longer in the morning. It probably wasn't the best way but, Venti just wanted you to spend time with him, whether you were half asleep or not . If you do try to push him off he would simply just get back on you, or likely end up passing out on the floor from Rolling off.

It was almost a routine, you do finally get him in bed, comfortable in his spot even. Almost on que he traps you in his embrace. "I love you windbloom, you're so good to me" Venti whispered as he fell asleep,  his legs and arms wrapped around your figure.

In the end he did get his wish even if it came with a little bit of scolding.

Xiao

Xiao Is a tortured being, corrupted with stress and worry, yet still rarely takes a break from his responsibilities. On hard nights he would sneak into your room from the window, which you especially kept unlocked hoping you would get a late night visit from your adeptus. 

Something about  seeing you undisturbed in bed made all the screams and pain almost fall silent. Xiao found comfort seeing your restless state, Some nights he would slowly inch his way closer before laying next to you, his golden eyes targeted on the person adored.

 These nights were his favorite, letting his hand slowly reach to hold yours. By the time your eyes did finally flutter open he was gone like a soft Breeze. Feeling the warmth still lingering on to the spot he laid was enough to lull you back to sleep.

Eventually this one night occurrence became frequent, he never wanted to wake you up not wanting to be the reason you're drained or tired. The nights he laid beside you his fingers would wrap around strands of  hair kissing the ends. When he was around you never seemed to have a bad dream, it was as if he devoured it every trace of them.

If  you do wake up feeling his present it's probably best to pretend you're asleep if you want him to stay a little longer.

Scaramoche

Scaramouche  didn't necessarily need sleep and most of the night would consist of him just laying there with his eyes closed, thinking it would make you feel better if you thought he could sleep with you. Once he knew you was officially asleep he would hold you a bit tighter telling you how he wished he wouldve met you sooner.

When he did find himself dozing off his dreams were filled with nightmares about his past and more recently dottore. Dottore  took everything from him, he always wondered if he would come back and try to take you as well.

 Scaramouche snapped out of his dream sitting up lightning fast, the rain and thundering outside only adding to his annoyance. He stayed set up for a while, tears streaming down his face as he tried to wipe them away as quickly as they came.   Finally he found the courage to look over you to make sure you are still there. He felt your pulse, the soft beating comforting him as he whispered his worries to you. 

Feeling the wet tears against your skin was enough to wake up to wipe them away. The only way he would be able to go back to sleep or even close his eyes is if you let him lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. The pounding was his favorite song, a melody he wished to hear for the rest of his days.

[thatonegenshinsimp]

Sleepy Cuddles Part 2

Part 1 here!

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Notes: Decided to do a continuation since everyone loved the last one. Enjoy~

Characters: Aether, Ayato, Capitano, Dainsleif, Pantalone, Dottore

Aether

He loves to cuddle!

Prefers to be the little spoon, but if you insist, he’ll let you be the little spoon instead.

He sometimes loves to go cloud gazing with you and cuddle with you while you cloud gaze together.

Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, when he gets really lonely, and the burden of his journey through the Seven Nations weighs heavy on him, he just needs you to cuddle with him for a bit.

Sometimes, he’ll let you take his hair out of its braid and style it however you want to.

His personal favorite is if you can do multiple braids at once.

I swear his love language is physical touch and acts of service, even though he hates doing everything for everyone else, he doesn’t mind if it’s you he’s doing it for.

Ayato

He won't admit it, but he likes to cuddle with you after a long day of work.

He's a big spoon and no, I won't take criticism on this, although another position he absolutely loves is when he's on his back and has you asleep on his chest.

This way, if there are any other matters he needs to attend to, such as last minute document checks, he can still do that and hold you at the same time.

Ayato's love language is acts of service for the sole reason that it's been ingrained in his mind that he has to work in order to gain the approval of others.

He must admit, though, he does love it whenever you drowsily walk into his office at the ungodly hour of one in the morning, sleepily plop yourself down on his lap, and wrap yourself around him as you fall asleep.

He loves to have you run your fingers through his hair, it's one of the only things that puts him to sleep quickly.

For a while, it was a cause for concern, since it made him feel so relaxed so quickly when he felt the need to be on constant alert, but eventually, he just went with it, and goes to you whenever he needs to truly relax after a long day of signing papers and approving documents.

Capitano

He rarely has the time to spend with you in the first place, but if he could spend it one way, it would be with you in his arms or, on very rare occasions, him in yours.

It's not uncommon for him to go to you if he's just gotten back from a mission and pick you up before carrying you off to the bedroom to hold you.

His love language is gifting you things and physical touch, since he lacks in his ability to give verbal compliments, he shows his love through gifts and small gestures.

However, the most genuine show of trust and love he can give is letting you take off his helmet and see his face.

There are nights where he needs to hold you because he had a nightmare about you getting injured, whereas there are others where he wants to be the one laying on top of you as you hold him close to you.

Another one with sensitive scalp that loves head massages. He’ll lay his head on your lap and let you run your fingers through his hair while you talk about your day or he about his.

He also loves to cuddle after a long day of work, laying his head against your chest to hear your pulse as it lulls him to sleep.

Dainsleif

He usually only shows such vulnerability in the comfort of your home.

it's not that Dain's love language isn't physical touch, because it most certainly is, he just worries for your safety in public if others associate you with him and vice versa.

Which is exactly why he picks you up when you two finally arrive home for the day and sits on the couch with you on his lap.

He loves spooning, he's a big spoon, but he can't deny the comfort that you laying on top of him brings. It helps ground him if he's having a particularly stressful day, and it also helps him calm down as he basks in the wonder that is you.

He won't admit it, but he loves holding your hands whenever he cuddles with you.

He usually does whatever you're comfortable with, though. He tends to put you first.

Pantalone

He likes to be on his side and have you be the little spoon.

Being a Harbinger gets stressful, and cuddles with you seem to be the best type of remedy for that stress.

His love language is obviously gift giving, but he also loves words of affirmation, too.

He’ll lay down with you and whisper words of comfort in your ear as the two of you fall asleep on each other.

He loves laying his head on your lap, being able to look up at you as he talks about his day or whatever you two want to talk about.

This is the only time he takes off his glasses, since he can’t see very well without them, and since he trusts you to tell him if anyone tries to bother the two of you.

As much as he trusts you, you can trust him. He cares about you, and if the only way he can show it is through the way he holds you, then he will hold you until you know how much he cherishes having you in his life.

Dottore

He doesn’t usually have the time to visit you for cuddles.

However, that’s not to say that you don’t have the time to visit him in his office.

His favorite position is when you’re sitting in his lap, so he can still work and show you affection at the same time.

He’ll have an arm draped over your waist and he’ll be leaning over you as he fills out paperwork.

Dottore won’t get up as long as you’re on his lap, unless there are experiments that need his attention and his segments are busy.

His love language is physical touch since he never really knows what you like or what to do for you. You’re the only person he doesn’t know how to properly read.

Although he may seem cold and heartless to others, he has a softer side he saves for you alone, and it shows in the way he holds your hand and his smile is more genuine as he works.

[honoriotsusuki]

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: abusive father and heavy manipulation (also implied gaslighting) parental abandonment and somehow angsty fluff

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☀️ Okay, so this idea came to me a few minutes ago, and I don't wanna forget it, so here we go-

☀️ Let's not debate how you got the healing hair because that would be A nightmare

☀️ So, for the sake of this, let's say your parents were well-known eristrochrats from Shnezneya.

☀️Once Dottore heard of a child with hair that could heal and keep someone young forever, he just grappled to that opportunity.

☀️He basically took away their status and fame and took their newborn baby with them.

☀️Once Dottore figured out he couldn't just chop the hair off he settled for raising you as his kid.Just saying you got your appearance from your mother

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

☀️ Dottore managed to be worse than Mother Gothel somehow by just manipulating your entire world view.

☀️ By that, I mean he made you think children never left their parents and that the outside world was practically A wasteland of thieves and death.

☀️ The more realistic books he gets you as a child are literally altered to make the world seem unforgiving and horrifying.

☀️ Also, he never tells you about the Fatui. He tells you He's a successful scientist who wishes to help those across the world, and that's why he's always gone for so long.

☀️ In reality, most of the time you will see him it will be his clones. And of course, you always sense something is different. but you chock it up to a bad mood or something else.

☀️ Dottore would pretty much get you anything that didn't support giving you freedom. Anything that would encourage you to stay would be yours in an instant

☀️ And of course, he would always tell you that brushing your hair was for bonding and because your hair had begun to grow very long.

☀️ You got your love of painting from books and the pretty pictures inside them. Dottore doesn't allow you to paint pictures of the outside world in fear that it will motivate you to leave.

☀️ He keeps Fatui guards outside the tower at all times to make sure nobody gets curious .

☀️ There was an incident where one of the low-level guards got curious and climbed the tower.

☀️ The guard was confused when he saw it just looked like a regular home. Nothing special or rare, just a basic home with odd books.

☀️ While the Fatui guard looked around, you were in your room, panicking at the idea that your father was right and someone was here to take you away from him.

☀️ In a stroke of terrible luck for the poor guard, Dottore just got home from work and was furious to find someone had entered.

☀️He rushed inside to find the guard snooping around, to which he knocked him out with a punch.

☀️You came out when you heard Dottores voice calling you and telling you it was safe

"Flower?" A familiar voice rang. The young child's ears piqued up at the sound. "Flower don't worry.Its safe now." The doctors voice rang.

The young child ran out of their room and down the towers stairs to find their father standing there with A warm smile,standing over the intruders body.

Tears pricked their eyes, and they ran into their fathers warm embrace and began to weep. Panicked sobs about how panicked and scared they were without him.

Dottore smiled at the child's dependence and let out a small shushing sound to try to calm them down.

"Now,now flower don't worry." He let out A gentle laugh. "Its alright,father's here."

Since their head was buried in his chest, they failed to notice the physcotic smirk that had spread across his face.

☀️yeah, you're not going anywhere

☀️at least not until you're twenty and get another even more odd intruder

[A/N]This was honestly a bit lazy, but I hope you enjoyed it! If you want a part two, then just ask, and I will be happy to supply.I actually have a few more ideas for this AU

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*Slams into your inbox and points at you* can I ask the rest of the remaining 60 questions for Lotusdragon? cause I need to know more abt em >:3 (/nf btw, it's a lot of questions so please do em at a comfortable pace)

1.Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? I think since Quifrey cares much less for themselve, it'd be Neuvillette that said it. Quifrey as an individual is terrified of the weight of the Iudex. The title is a strong one and if they were to admit their feelings for him, it means that they would be telling someone of great power how they felt. So if they were arguing one day, probably over something Quifrey had done, Neuvillette would be the one to say those words.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? Quifrey is the one who suffers from nightmares of their past. And Neuvillette holds them close and hums to them when they happen, gently petting the top of their head, assuring them they are safe, and home. These nightmares happen alot. So Neuvillette is always ready with warm and open arms.

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? They swap shirts. No one would notice, but Neuvillette's button downs are sometimes a little too long in the sleeves. And they also share jewelry. Necklaces, Bracelets, rings, Earrings

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? Neuvillette, being a dragon, is definitely more protective of Quifrey. His primal nature sort of awakens when he bonds with Quifrey and he cannot help but be more protective and watchful of his partner. Quifrey most definitely would need it, as their wreckless behavior causes a lot of problems sometimes.

5. Describe their cozy night in. A cozy night in would be the two of them huddled on a couch, Neuvillette's arms around Quifrey as they talked about their day or if Quifrey listened or Neuvillette listened. They both like to talk and ramble and they love to hear each other ramble, so just that. Spending time together, sat side by side. They also like to do little things with their hands. So painting for Quif, or Prose. And Pottery for Neuvillette, or sometimes he likes to join Quifrey in painting as well. They also like board games like chess or mancala.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? Neuvillette would beg them not to go, simply because Quifrey is terrified of Dottore's abilities and what he might do to Neuvillette. They would leave once knowing of Zwei's survival, and try to keep Neuvillette as safe as physically possible. Even if it meant staying away from him.

7.Would they build a pillow fort together just because? Unfortunately, Neither are the pillow fort type. But if it were started by a friend, Quifrey would join in with gremlin antics.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick? If Quifrey got sick, it would be due to their electrics not working. Them getting bogged by rain, or water, or their battery far too low. Neuvillette would have to take them to Amelie, or listen to her instructions to nurse Quif back to health. Fortunately, their body reacts like a humans when they're sick so the normal remedies(Medicine and soup) work for them. They just need different meds. When Neuvillette gets sick, Quifrey takes the time off to nurse him back to health. They would make him stay in bed, much to his displeasure, and would cause rain due to making him stay in bed.

9.What are their thoughts on having children? They actually adopt kid Bennett's age in the distant future. A moon dragon they name Aster, who was being kept captive in a traveling circus.

10. Describe their first date. On their first date, which neither dragon nor android had ever experienced, Quifrey dressed differently and the shock of seeing them, combined with unfettering nervousness, caused Monsieur Neuvillette to take on his full dragon form. He quickly gathered his wits, and Quifrey helped him regain his confidence after he turned back. And Quifrey had been just as nervous so it was a relief to see it happen.

And then, as a present, and to relieve that worry from Neuvillette's mind, Quifrey grew him a field of wildflowers, and they laid in the grass and flowers, just talking and enjoying the breeze. When it reached night time, Fireflies surrounded them, and neither of them really knows who started it, but they began dancing. Neither recalled quite how it happened but Neuvillette was the first to extend a hand and teach them, and Quifrey is a quick learner.

And they danced together, and as they danced, they pulled closer and closer, their mouths closing in, until they realized- the sun was rising, and they’d danced through the night. And they chuckled at their closeness and they were awkward as they pulled away, and Neuvillette kissed their hand instead. And Quifrey asked to lead Neuvillette home.

They got there and Neuvillette waved them goodbye and Furina was there with Wriothesley, who were about to send out a search party because he’s awkward with romantic incursions and didn’t tell anyone he was going on a date. And Wrio and Furina teased him mercilessly.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Quifrey often tries to hide their emotions because its something they're used to. They don't want to be a burden, and so they keep it locked up. But Neuvillette has a way of knowing exactly when something isn't right and will usually gently ease it out of them. They always let their guard down for him, but its so easy to lose themself to him. Neuvillette has the unfortunate circumstance of "it rains when I'm sad or upset." And Quifrey knows and won't let him spend a moment too upset. They'll let him cry if he needs to, but they won't let him be alone while he's crying.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over? Oh my god these two bicker like an old married couple over silly things, but they always manage to crack a smile, and kiss foreheads, and make up. They don't have huge spats, and argue over small things, but at the end of the day, they always apologize and are always quick to fix their own faults.

13. Who’s the bigger tease?' Neuvillette teases Quifrey in private, because he likes the particular shade of blue that likes to dash its way onto a certain someone's cheeks. He can't help it. He loves to make them blush and know he's the cause of it. Never would he ever show such a display to the public eye, but in private, well.~

14.How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash? Quifrey is sassy withdrawn with Neuvillette when they first meet, but then they become a bit playful, still whilst being very sassy. Neuvillette is calm and aloof and quick to snap back at Quifrey's words. When they're together, they're calmer, and they rarely fight. They are more in sync with one another than not.

15. Do they always say ‘i love you’ before leaving?

Not with words. With them, it's a simple glance, with motions, or with their eyes. They don't always need affirmational words. They know how the other feels after being together for a while. They DO sneak it in if they know they won't see each other for a while though. And its gentle, and they don't pull away for a long moment, cherishing the time they have.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking? Their first date consisted of them talking all night, so yes, they can. Their words can carry to the latest nights and into mornings. If Neuvillette and Quifrey both didn't have to work, they could probably spend time together forever, just rambling.

17. Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately? Neuvillette is more likely to kiss Quifrey because Quifrey is scared to make that move. They're terrified of the rejection so Neuvillette definitely would have to initiate, and Quifrey would melt UwU

18. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind? Not likely- Quifrey feels that it would be cruel to have animals when both of them work so diligently. Amelie has a pet chicken though. And Quifrey spoils her alot.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

Quifrey is super touch starved(Considering what they've gone through-). When they first got together, Quifrey flinched at Neuvillette's touch, and it made Neuvillette worried to touch them. But when they had their face cupped so lovingly by him for the first time, they cried. Neuvillette is more of a PDA giver? But it's not frequent. He usually initiates because Quifrey has it in their head that if they ask for attention, they'll be a burden. It's something the two of them work through a step at a time, but they're patient. After all, they have forever to discover each other. : )

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Before they're together, From either perspective, it'd be this one: https://open.spotify.com/track/6f4HCP1JLS0ia5UdZ7hgJV?si=e1395fb73da84d78

When they're together, its this one: https://open.spotify.com/track/62CprXvSWsKBvYu3Yba55A?si=c6a02a7cff9c4ca4

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other’s honor? Who tends to the other’s wounds? There's a point in their relationship in which Neuvillette found himself in danger, caught between a few fatui. It was something he could have absolutely handled alone, but Quifrey had been passing by, and all they saw was the person they cared for most in the world getting attacked. They lept in, and a fun thing about Quifrey is that when building them, Dottore designed a failsafe.

If they were to use too much power to attack him, their inner cavity would implode.As you can imagine, that failsafe activated. Their chest imploded and They collapsed in front of Neuvillette after. Neuvillette had to take Quifrey to Amelie for repairs and in that time, the people of Fontaine feared their prophecy was coming back because of how long it stormed.

Quifrey ended up being okay after but not without some trauma for the both of them : )

22. What reminds each of their partner? Quifrey- Lavender, Amethyst, Sparkling water, Oceans, starfish, Sapphires, Stars Neuvillette- Flowers, Sunsets, Water, the Melusines, the smell of bread in the morning, the scent of coffee,sunflowers, Oranges

23. Who’s more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning? Quifrey would whine and ultimately pull Neuvillette back to their bed, and he'd give in with little chuckles, stating he could spare five, and he means it, five more minutes.

24. Who’s more likely to give the other a massage? Quifrey would give Neuvillette massages after long days in the office, because lord knows that man probably needs them. He'd come home after a long day of work and Quifrey would be waiting for him, body butter bottle in hand.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share? Yes actually. They both enjoy literature to a high degree. When Neuvillette isn't overworking himself, he often enjoys a bit of reading to clear his mind or take him else swhere. And Quifrey works in a library so what better way than to retrieve the books. They often sit back to back or across from each other whilest reading. They enjoy other hobbies too such as painting and writing poetry.

26. What are their vices? Quifrey is quick to judge based on rumors or others opinions. They are quick to lash out given their history, and not quick to trust. They're of the mind "trust no one" when they first mean anyone at all. This makes them snappy and hateful when you first get to know them. They're also hard to read and they tend to bottle up or hide their emotions.

Neuvillette struggles particularly to understand basic emotions and therefore doesn't always know how to react to situations. He comes off as aloof to outsiders because of this, and tends to seem coldhearted.

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party? Neither of them goes to parties (unless Sylvie invited Quifrey to one), and Quifrey doesn't get drunk from drinking alcohol. Neuvillette drinks tea and water, but does not care for the taste of alcohol, so he does not partake in drinking it.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any? Quifrey- My Sapphire, Blueberry, Mister Iudex, Starlight, My Ocean, My Seafoam Sweet Neuvillette- Mon cœur, Raison d'etre, Mon Fleur, My Sunrise, Petal, Darling, My Love

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out? Quifrey would jump to try and freak out Neuvillette but Neuvillette would just chastise them for it, not really be upset at all.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing? Quifrey-

Neuvillette-

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? They absolutely cannot. They are usually seen with their hands barely touching, or their knees touching.

32. Who’s the better story teller? Quifrey tells stories to the melusines sometimes when they're tired or bored or scared. They tell vast stories of tales of another world. Of Faeries and pixies and pirates. Things of braved lands and grand conquerors. Neuvillette sits by in awe, dragged into them just as much, if not more, than the melusines.

33. Who’s the better cook? Quifrey is more adept with cooking, simply because they have been cooking for Amelie for a long time. They are adept in most of one's general foods, if someone is around with the need to taste it. They love cooking for Sylvie and their partner, Zhongli, Whenever she's able to drag him along for it.

34. Who’s more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush? Quifrey is a very blunt person so they would definitely 'slip up' and tell a dirty joke or story during dinner with friends just to gauge a reaction from Neuvillette. They do it purely of spite and gremlin antics.

35. Who’s more artistic? This is purely up for debate. Both quite enjoy art and prose. Quifrey is able to partake in it a bit more, however, and has more to show for it than Neuvillette does. But both are equal in terms of this.

36. Who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry? Neuvillette would 1000% cooke something for Quifrey if they could not sleep.

37. Which is more likely to swear? Quifrey, point and blank. They're a bit on edge and snappier. You would defintely get a fuck from them.

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla? Quifrey has multiple attachments so the two of them can experiment as they wish. Neuvillette can change forms and be fem or masc, so they can get a little crazy at times.

39. Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think? I think both would rescue an animal in different ways- Neuvillette would put it in a corner in his office, wrapped in his coat and check on it during the day and act a bit aloof about saving it, and act as if it's just a little thing and Quifrey is like enamored with him all over again. They give him such a cheeky grin, because they know he's being a softy, and offer to help, since he's sacrificed his coat to the animal.

Quifrey when rescuing an animal would be so quiet about it. Neuvillette would find them hunched over the ground, giving milk to a stray injured cat, and would hear them whispering the most gentle things to it, assuring it of survival and warmth. And he'd catch them scooping it into their arms to go get treated. Them and a scraggly cat. And they'd give him the most surprised expression and he'd find himself unable to hide the chuckle that escapes him.

40. Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

Neuvillette has the more insatiable appetite, as his dragon form awakens, so too do its perks. Quifrey finds time to fullfill whatever needs may hinder his poor dragon,however, and isn’t afraid to take initiative.

41. Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering? Neuvillette watched Quifrey's form with interest, the other shivering in terror. Whatever memory had graced them, Neuvillette hated seeing them this way. "My love…"He whispered the words, tears welling up in Quifrey's eyes, sobs escaping them. Neuvillette swallowed. He'd never seen them like this. Never seen them this broken. He pulled the coat from his body, shrugging it from his shoulders before draping it over Quifrey's own shoulders. Quifrey looked up at him with empty eyes, and Neuvillette kissed their forehead gingerly. He draped his arm over them, pulling them closer."Whatever it is, mon coeur, We will face it together." He whispered.

42. What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

(Neuvillette isn't a big fan of the sun, and Quifrey can't really go out in the rain, but they both enjoy the snow quite a bit. Snow is a purer form of water, and Quifrey can withstand snowfall without harming their circuits.

Neuvillette enjoys the feeling of snow on his face, even if its very cold. And they like getting warm and toasty after going out in it for a bit. Fireplace cuddles are a neccessity, and Quifrey enjoys Cocoa and has gotten Neuvillette into enjoying it with them during the colder days.

43. Who would give their life for the other without a second thought? Quifrey's life means little to them so they would shove themselves in front of Neuvillette to save him without even so much as a second thought. They would rush in front of him and take the hit and would die without regrets.

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway? Quifrey would dance while cooking and would silently vibe while doing so, and Neuvillette would be the one lovingly watching them from the doorway.

45.Can they fall asleep without the other? They can, but they struggle to stay asleep. Quifrey is used to Neuvillette's presence and it helps them keep calm and sway any threatening or oncoming nightmares. Meanwhile, Neuvillette stays cold usually and is used to Quifrey's warmth. It helps him sleep better.

46. Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves? No, They both have a high upstanding and worry that they would be found out and choose instead to leave the movies early and take it home if they get in that mood.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship? Quifrey often wonders if their backstory, and their having literally killed someone will ever come back to haunt them. They know they are not free from the system of law, and worry that if Neuvillette knew, he might hate them, or lock them away. Knowing Neuvillette's strong sense of justice, They know it's a definite possibility Neuvillette could resent or hate them. They lock it away, but they know one day….

48.Who’s the better driver? Neuvillette would be the better driver, as Quifrey opts for motorcycles and bikes and is a bit more reckless.

49. Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other? Both of them struggle with being away from one another, although they would never admit it. There are multiple signs of this. Neuvillette being upset visibly when Furina mentions Quifrey being off that day, or Quifrey being told Neuvillette won't be in his office that day. They're annoying and won't say it, but they miss each other alot.

50. who’s more likely to do something out of spite? Quifrey 100%. Even to Neuvillette, they'd say or do anything just to be that person.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you? Gentle touches that linger too long. Quifrey bringing Neuvillette water on a hot summer day, Neuvillette tucking a blanket over Quifrey's sleeping form.

52,Describe their weekend getaway? To get away, they'd probably go to somewhere like Mondstadt, where the breeze is cool and the water is cooler. This is home to Quifrey, but a welcomed vacation for Neuvillette. Quifrey would show Neuvillette their favorite places in Mondstadt, and introduce him to their favorite people, and show him a great time.

53.Would they ever go skinny dipping? Away from prying eyes, maybe. But again, there are eyes everywhere, and they would fear Neuvillette's title being on the line should they get caught doing something so scandalous. And the fact Quifrey is a robot and cannot be fully submerged in water.

54.Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed? Neuvillette would find Quifrey passed out in the lobby, waiting on him to get off work, and would carry them home and into their shared bed. He'd tuck them in and climb in gently beside them, pull them close, kiss the top of their head, and go to sleep with them soundly in his arms.

55.Do they like watching clouds or star gazing? Neuvillette is generally busy during the day and doesn't have much time for cloud gazing, And Quifrey doesn't get much time with their deliveries either. So when they can spare the time, they will sit, side by side, and spend just a quiet evening together, gently talking, whether it be about their day, or an upcoming case, or each other. They point out the stars as they talk, and just spend the evening appreciating each other's company.

56.What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? Quifrey is usually able to grab Neuvillette's attention by wearing something silky or lacey. Or sometimes its the way they move their hips a certain way, or a look they give him. Neuvillette catches Quifrey offguard sometimes, however, as he will purposefully unbutton his top buttons, leaving just the most of his chest exposed for Quifrey to have him dragged away.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart? Quifrey is the type to throw in random trinkets they don't need. Neuvillette gets frustrated with it but he IS a dragon so who is he to say something about hoarding items? He's also roped into it sometimes and can't help but following in Quifrey's footsteps. They're a bad influence.

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument? Quifrey, simply because of what they've gone through. They hold things closer, longer.

59. Who tops? Who bottoms?

They're both switches, although Quifrey bottoms more frequently. They have also fought for dominance. With one winning over the other, its all the more satisfying.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping? Quifrey is taller than Neuvillette, but they're often the little spoon. They're naturally warm and Neuvillette is cool to the touch, so their bodies balance each other. Neuvillette is the one who pulls Quifrey closer, arms wrapping around them protectively, a dragon's treasure.

[fatuismooches]

bene quiescam, dilecte mi.

synopsis: Exams are any student’s nightmare, and that too applies to even Zandik sometimes (although to quite a lesser extent, perhaps it'd be more accurate to call it an annoyance.) As any good partner does, you do your best to relieve his stress, but this time he takes things into his own hands.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: This is a commissioned work! A cute lil fluffy scenario with Dottie getting stressed from exams and dragging Reader away for cuddles was requested. I hope you enjoy!

Exam season at the Akademiya was not for the weak.

The House of Daena was always occupied even until ungodly hours, the libraries were full yet so quiet, and other spots were filled by students who had their coffee refilled far too many times. Classrooms were overtaken by study groups and the chalkboards were filled to the brim by sleep-deprived scholars. All-nighters were frequent for many students. Seniors could often be seen trying to comfort their younger classmates. Conversations consisted of a variety of feelings, from confidence to anxiety (mostly the latter.) The sight was something that simultaneously comforted you and scared you a bit, knowing everyone else was in the same boat as you.

Ever since you met Zandik, however, you could say your studying experience was probably different from the other students. Of course, there was still the stress that came with it, but studying with Zandik was definitely more enjoyable than doing it by yourself, especially when you had the very special privilege of being his beloved. His brilliance always shined through, even when he acted all grumpy about helping you and explaining concepts again. You gave him a kiss every time, which he clicked his tongue at and excused himself to refill his coffee. Indeed, it was moments like these that made studying better.

Zandik, on the other hand, was never one to worry much, which was a stark difference compared to other students and yourself. You were always a bit jealous at how unworried he was. Often, he didn’t even need to study too much, spending his time doing his own research as he usually did. You supposed it was to be expected considering how intelligent he was, but still.

However, this time, you had seen Zandik in a state you’d never seen him in before. Alright, that statement seemed a bit dramatic, but it was still true - you’d never seen him study to this extent (although it was still a lot less than what other students did.) The situation he had found himself in was due to a couple of reasons.

Firstly, he had decided to sign up for a class that had a terrible professor, despite your pleading for him to listen to the poor reviews of the teacher and just take the class with someone else next semester. His logic was that all the professors disliked him anyway, so it wasn’t a problem (which turned out to be the opposite, of course.) Not to mention, the class was writing-intensive. Zandik wasn’t a bad writer especially if he was excited about a topic. But his thoughts tended to be scattered as he wrote what came to mind, and the professor was quite strict and demanding for a particular writing style. (There was also the fact that quite a few of his papers were written by you, as he wasn’t interested in wasting precious time on such things… no one knew that though.) You couldn’t forget the numerous group projects too - Zandik only ever got a good grade on those if you were his partner. 

All in all, the situation wasn’t ideal. This final exam was pretty important for your lover. Thankfully, you had already finished all your exams and could bask in the softness of your bed for hours, but that was also coupled with witnessing Zandik being glued to his desk all day and night, preferring to stay in the dorm to study. It was a good thing you stocked up on pens and pencils - he had already broken at least a dozen…

For as long as you knew him, you had slowly tried to introduce him to the concept of a break, which… wasn’t really that successful despite the years you spent with him. And it certainly wasn’t successful now. You had pushed and pushed him to relax for a bit but there were times even you couldn’t convince him, Zandik being the stubborn scholar he was. At least he was making time to eat the snacks you prepared for him. Probably only because he couldn’t physically continue without some substance in his body.

So for now, you had settled with taking care of the other chores and working on his research in his stead to ease his burden. You weren’t really put off much by his actions, at least not when you’ve been with him this long. His exam would be over rather soon anyway, and things would be back to normal.

Zandik, on the other hand, was also coping fairly well. He was a bit annoyed at the fact so much time was spent on this class, but he supposed it was to be expected considering the kind of nonsense that was demanded at the Akademiya. Something that he was not coping well with, however, was the lack of touch he’d received from you lately.

He had always been used to being by himself, the touch of others making his skin crawl. When he met you, he initially thought your kindness and fleeting touches were incessant. Now, Zandik itched for them, although he very much refused to admit that to himself.

Still, how does he get you to throw your arms over him and nag at him to come to bed? How does he get you to touch and kiss him? How does he get you to pull at his waist and tug him out the door for some fresh air? Obviously, asking you was out of the question. He wasn’t going to deal with your teasing right now. He could subtly drop some hints, but you had been pretty dense these last couple of days.

Perhaps he should take a page out of your book and simply take what he wanted. It could be a good plan - you usually listened to him as long as there was affection involved. So that was what Zandik did as soon as you reached back to the dorm.

“Zandik, I got your favorite from the tavern. I’ll just put it away for- oh. You’re actually out of that chair for once! That’s a surprise- ah, h-hey! What are you doing?” It hadn’t even been a minute before you were suddenly being dragged by your partner to the bed. What was his reasoning for this, you wondered.

“You’re tired.” …Well, that was unexpected.

“I’m tired? Me?” 

“Yes. The bags under your eyes are still there and I can hear you yawning from the kitchen.” You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked at him when you realized he was still touching you. Well, clinging would be a better word, from the way his fingers still dug into your arms. And then, everything clicked as you realized the true reason behind this little show. Of course, you’d play along if that was what your beloved desired.

“…Yeah, I am pretty tired, actually. I guess finals took a lot out of me.” It was a convincing lie since it was partially true - you were still pretty exhausted from all of that studying.

“Exactly. So-”

“So I should get some rest before I end up causing you trouble, yes yes, I know Zandik.” You finished his sentence to spare him any further embarrassment, along with then tugging on his arm to pull him further into the bed with you. “And since you’re already here, you should just stay with me. Just so I can get the best rest I possibly can,” you smiled at him, giggling at his seemingly annoyed expression. 

“I still have work to do. I have not finished reviewing chapter 27 yet,” he grumbled, and yet he made no effort to remove himself from your embrace. You took it as a sign to bring him even closer to you.

“You’ve already done more than enough. You’re going to top the class like you usually do. There’s no need to worry so much,” you said as you placed a kiss on top of his head, reveling in the soft blue fluff that greeted you.

“I don’t need you to give me a pep talk. And I am not worried,” Zandik said as if he wasn’t snuggling closer to your neck, teeth about to graze your skin.

“I’m not doing that! I’m just… you know, it doesn’t matter. Just think about all the fun things we’re going to do after! All the ruins we’re going to secretly explore and the machines we’ll dissect! That’s what I do to motivate me when I’m studying.” You didn’t mention how you were looking forward to holding him hostage in bed in the mornings.

“You motivate yourself by thinking of all the work you’re going to do with me?” Your lover sounded simultaneously confused and amused as he began to nibble along your shoulder. You think the biting was a sort of stress relief for Zandik, for some odd reason. But such things didn’t bother you in the slightest anymore.

“Yes, but not because it’s work. It’s because I get to spend time doing things I’m interested in with a cutie as well. It’s a pretty good deal if you ask me,” you couldn’t help but tease him as he scoffed at your flirting, but his demeanor already seemed lighter than the past few days.

“I don’t remember this enthusiasm on the last expedition we went on,” he responded, finally nipping your skin, and moving upward to your ear.

“Alright, now that's a different story… you made me carry a bunch of things in the desert!” You laughed, the banter lifting your mood. It always felt good to have a normal conversation with your lover, especially after such a stressful week. As much as you wanted to continue talking, you also wanted to seize the opportunity to add a few hours to Zandik’s sleep schedule. You wrapped your arms around him a bit tighter as you yawned.

“But I am rather tired, as you said. I think it’s time for some sleep, wouldn’t you say?” At your words, Zandik began to try and shift out of your arms, but to no avail. Whether your arms were that strong, or Zandik was faking his protest, well, who could say?

“Nuh-uh. You already said you’d stay and rest with me,” you smiled as you reached over to turn off the lights, only the light from outside illuminating the dark room now.

“I promised no such thing. You’re the one who assumed that,” he mumbled, the heaviness of his body becoming much more noticeable to him now that he had entered a relaxed mood. 

“Yes yes, it’s all my fault you can’t pull an all-nighter today,” you rolled your eyes in amusement as you pulled the blanket over you two. “Just get some shut-eye, I’m sure you’ll need it for tomorrow’s one. Okay, Zandik?” Your voice had become softer, and the only response you got from your partner was a series of reluctant grumbles, which you grinned at. 

“Good,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Rest well, my beloved.”

[glassvilez]

✧ heartspur: an unexpected surge of emotion in response to a seemingly innocuous trigger, which feels all the more intense because you can't quite pin it down.

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WARNING: NEEDLES, TEST SUBJECT/PROGRAMMING INSINUATIONS. I DO NOT CONDONE THESE ACTIONS AT ALL OR THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL OCCURRENCE.

Dottore sifted through the redundant stacks of papers on his desk, his sharp eyes scanning each page. The mistakes were the same, repeated over and over. Why couldn’t he figure it out? His fingers stilled when he reached a particular file—one he had deemed his favorite. The subject’s designation read C01L5, though he preferred to remember her as “the green one.”

Carefully, almost reverently, he turned the page, his gaze lingering on the image of a bandaged face. His expression softened into something between fondness and amusement. Shaking his head, he smirked. “This one… she was different. Smart. Capable. Something I was proud of,” he murmured, tracing the edges of the page with a gloved finger. He let the sentiment hang in the air for a moment longer before his grip tightened, crumpling the paper in his fist. “I wonder where she is now.” With a casual toss, the page joined the pile of discarded failures as he moved on to his next task.

By the time the clock blinked 3:00 a.m. in glaring red LEDs, his day’s work was far from over. The shrill beep of his timer reminded him it was time to rest, though his mind still buzzed with unfinished equations and unsolved mysteries. He stood stiffly, his body heavy and aching, and trudged toward his bed. The cold night air seeped through the seams of his weighted cloak, sending a shiver down his spine.

Opening his closet, he retrieved his nightly garments and began to change. Even then, his mind churned. Formulas replayed in his head like a broken record. “Why can’t they survive longer?” he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head. “I’m giving them the proper treatments…” The unfinished thought lingered as he collapsed onto the bed, the weight of exhaustion finally silencing him when his head hit the pillow.

“Zandik! Hurry up, we’re going to be late for class. Honestly, must you always be such a laze?”

The sharp voice of Lisa pulled him from the depths of slumber. He groaned, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes as the morning light streamed through the dorm window. “One moment, woman. Must you wake the entire neighborhood with your routine?” he grumbled.

Lisa giggled, rolling her eyes as she continued pressing on her signature purple nails. “It’s already seven. An hour later than I usually wake you up, sleepyhead. Don’t worry; I know you were up late.”

Zandik glanced at her, noting her immaculate appearance. She was already dressed, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she put the finishing touches on her ensemble. “Our classmates are probably waiting outside the dorms, aren’t they?” he muttered, dragging himself out of bed.

“Exactly,” Lisa replied breezily, applying a touch of gloss.

As she gave her usual morning synopsis, Zandik went through his mental checklist: hair, glasses, mask, inhaler. Satisfied with his sharp-toothed grin in the mirror, he slipped out of the dorm. “I’m grabbing breakfast before everything decent is gone. Let me know if you want anything,” he called back.

Lisa waved him off, and he headed down the hallway. His footsteps echoed against the polished stone as his thoughts shifted from the day ahead to the unsolved equations still lingering in his mind.

But then, something shifted.

The familiar hallway seemed to warp around him. His breath hitched as the bright Akademiya walls darkened, twisting into a suffocating, vine-covered nightmare. His hands felt… wrong. Glancing down, he saw them cloaked in bloodstained gloves. A cold dread settled over him as a voice echoed in his mind.

“Test number 24.”

His steps faltered, and he pressed himself against the wall, fumbling for his inhaler. It slipped from his trembling fingers, clattering to the floor. His chest tightened as his vision swam. Images flooded his mind—too vivid, too real to ignore.

“Stop! No!” he screamed hoarsely. “She’s just a child! Let her go!”

Before him, a young girl with a green, bushy head of hair lay on the operating table, her lifeless body soaked in blood. She couldn’t have been older than he was. The operator looked… like him.

“This isn’t real,” he gasped, clawing at his hands, desperate to peel away the gloves that seemed to fuse to his skin. Blood seeped from where he scratched, leaving red streaks on the walls as he slid to the ground.

“Stop… Stop…” His voice cracked, his breaths shallow and panicked.

The Doctor bolted upright in bed, his chest heaving as though he’d been suffocating. Blinking against the early morning light, he turned to the clock: 7:00 a.m.

A familiar voice drifted from outside his door. “We’ll be late if you sleep in any longer, Doctor,” Signora sang, her tone light and teasing as she moved away.

Dottore rubbed his face with a groan, still shaking from the phantom memory. “Must you be such a laze,” he muttered bitterly to himself, echoing her earlier words as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The morning had come again, indifferent to the nightmares it left behind.

[sodalitea]

Zandie's Spooky Adventure (Spooktober 2024 - platonic)

I'm happy to announce masterlist for my upcoming series of short stories about youngest segment of Dottore enjoying (or maybe rather struggling through) spooky season!

This is prequel before any events from Mircales Of The White Nights and it will be focused on platonic interactions between canon characters and Dottore's segments.

This is meant to be silly, lighthearted series of SFW fanfictions which will hopefully bring smiles upon your faces. I hope I'll be as consistent as I planned...

The chapters will be updated on AO3: Zandie's Spooky Adventure.

Masterlist

Old letter

Autumn

Book

Specimen

Potion

Forest

Raven

Abandoned hut

Witch

Cat

Death

Ghost

Spiders

Graveyard

Creature

Nightmare

Heretic

Haunted toy

Machinery

Apples

Shadow people

Decorations

Experiments

Formalin

Delicacies

Clown

Skeleton

Vampire

Pumpkin

Sugar skull

Trick or treat