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hyperfixat · 3 months

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hbd to me!!!!!!! here’s a vent fic i wrote a few months ago so proceed with caution; reader attempted suicide, reader continues to have suicidal thoughts/attempts, reader seeks harm onto themself (both from external sources and self inflicted), reader is depressed!!! be sure to evaluate your mental state before reading this fic :3. this also contains a scene that i felt compelled to write for some reason involving assisted hygiene: idk i felt that needed a little acknowledgment..

ik its my birthday fic and it proably should be happy, but theres a bit of hurt comfort to this that i love and i polished it up to share so that hopefully u like it too.. again heed my warnings^

also final note; formatted on my pc, sprry if its funky

The first thing you feel upon waking up is disappointment. This… you rub your face with your hands. You can’t do anything right, you sigh. Waking up is a clear sign of a failure as to your plans.

Although you frown as you observe your surroundings, this isn’t where you would be if someone had caught you attempting to take your life. You wouldn’t be dumped in the middle of a sunny field. This isn’t a hospital or ward, in fact there’s no sign of any modern buildings from where you sit.

Just where are you…?

You use shaky arms to lift yourself up, and begin to attempt to find a way home. Or for something to just kill you.

What luck, you realize morbidly, you spawned on a plateau, and that’s all you allow yourself to think before breaking into a sprint and running both to and over the edge.

You hit the plains with a crack and you wheeze out a pained groan. Before you can lift yourself up to try again or seek help or check for any witnesses, you feel your body fade away. It’s a weightless feeling as you sink into the earth of Teyvat.

There is not much pain, not as much as you had hoped or expected. In ways this is a pro, for you are a coward in the face of pain no matter deserved or otherwise.

You fade, but not into the hold of death, at least you don’t think this is death, rather you fade from your spot crumpled on the ground into a sitting position firmly in the arms of an Anemo Statue of Seven. The marble orb of Barbatos’ lookalike stops you from falling out of the statue’s arms and you heave a sigh.

How unfortunate. It seems you cannot permanently die here. Though… what if it was a fluke…? With another bone deep sigh you fall to the ground and walk back to the ledge and stare down at the fifty foot drop.

Before you work up the courage to take the plunge a high, excited voice calls out for you. You flinch, opening your eyes to see a youthful bard dressed in Mondstatian green, holding his hands out for you. Venti is sprinting towards you and you take a step back nervously. He seems to recognize you… but how could that be?

His face falls as you back away and his sprint slows when he’s a few yards away from being able to reach out to you. Venti calls your name again. He falters, the smile adorning his face slips.

“Wait…” his voice wavers. “What are you doing, Divine One?”

Why did he call you that…? Is it some Mondstat greeting of sorts? You can’t kill yourself in front of him and retraumatize the poor guy, so you allow him to get closer to you, and you don’t stop him when he sweeps his lythe form down into a kneeling bow.

“Hello.” You greet, unsure of how one is supposed to act when approached by a fictional character.

Venti lifts his gaze from the ground up to your face, looking downright awestruck.

“I, we, have long awaited your descent, Divine One, it is an honor to have you grace the lands of Freedom with your presence first.”

Uh-oh. He seems to have confused you with someone else, because you are certainly no one special and definitely not any sort of divine. How are you gonna break that to him without too much embarrassment on either of your parts?

“Please, come with me to the city, I’m certain the people will be delighted to host the one who shaped the world.” His voice is high with a musical lilt, and it’s hard to decline him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out dry, and you realize you’re terribly dehydrated. “I think there’s been a mistake. I’m not whoever you think I am.”

You take a step back, backing yourself up the hill onto higher ground.

“Whatever do you mean, Divine One? Your presence is unmistakable.”

You shake your head, stepping further away from the Archon. Venti reaches his hand out to grasp at the bottom hem of your pajama pants. “Please! I’ve waited so long for you.” He falls onto his knees to beg.

Fuck, his eyes are so pretty when he pleads. You don’t want to risk angering whatever God he’s mistaking you with, though, “Venti….”

The blue-green sky of his eyes turns to the color of the ocean as tears well up in his waterline. His whole body shivers when you utter his chosen name. “I can keep it a secret from the public. Surely only Archons and those blessed with a Vision will be able to sense you. We can keep it quiet, please, Divine One, I beg of you.”

“I’m not this Divine One you speak of,” you kneel and place a hand on his hat. Venti’s eyes search yours with confusion. As he lifts his head, your hand presses into the curve of his skull, making him lean harder into your touch.

“Th-That’s okay, please just stay in Mondstadt for a night, that’s all I wish.” He doesn’t believe you, that’s clear, but he seems so eager to appease you.

You pause, looking away from the pathetically begging archon. His hands clench on your pant fabric.

“Okay. Just for the night.” You hope no one else from Mondsat is as strange as Venti is…

“I don’t have any way to pay for this,” you smile at Diluc, placing a hand on the side of the glass to push it back across the counter.

“I wouldn’t dream of making you pay, please drink all you wish. Let me know if it isn’t to your taste.”

“Does that apply to their guide as well, Master Diluc?”

“No.”

“A shame,” Venti sighs, taking a deep drink from his glass.

You have to hand it to Venti, he is a good guide. He’s quick to shut down any vision holder you come across with a quick whisper in their ear, and he truly knows Mondstadt in and out.

The bell above the door jingles as it swings open, and you glance behind you in time to see Rosaria come strolling in with a timid Barbara clutching the back of her cathedral robes. She must not visit the Angel’s Share much, seeing as the hydro-user looks around with quick, nervous eyes. When her eyes land on you they widen comically, her small hand darting out to steady herself on Rosaria’s forearm.

—

“Farewell, my Divinity,” “Safe travels, Divine One,” and “May the wind bless your travels, Your Grace,” follow your retreating form as you make the hike to Dragonspine.

Honestly you aren’t certain where you’re heading. If the other nations treat you the same as Mondstadt, that's a no-go. You won’t know unless you go, though. Maybe you should head the same route the Traveler would. That would mean Dragonspine is your next destination.

Who will you meet there? Albedo…? He’s the only one you can think of that stays there.

As you begin the trek you realize; he’s a research-type dude, you hesitate to say scientist, but he does experiments and such. Perhaps, you can make use of yourself by giving your body up to him to work on. Surely an undying body would greatly interest the research of life?

After a surprisingly simple search you find him and present your proposition.

“Absolutely not,” Albedo dismisses you without thought. He doesn’t even bother to spare you a look. “That is blasphemy of the highest order, I’d suggest giving that attitude up sooner rather than later.”

You flinch back at the words, taking a step back into the chill of Dragonspine.

“I can offer you sanctuary here if you seek it, but I will not harm you.”

“That’s…” not at all what you want. “That’s very kind of you to offer, but I must decline.”

His haunting blue eyes follow you down the snowy path to Liyue. Once you are far too away to hear, he states calmly, “safe travels.”

As you walk down the icy paths lining the gravel streets you think… Albedo had rejected you just like that. What’s the next step?

You might as well stop by Liyue Harbor, maybe meet some characters before… before maybe heading to Sumeru?

Ahhah! It hits you then, the harbinger introduced in Sumeru: Il Dottore. If Albedo had reservations, then Dottore would have none.

Even still, Liyue is a harbor. You’re sure to find a way to Snezhnaya from there.

You almost get to the docks without drawing any attention to yourself. Almost.

Your mistake laid in the fact that you passed the Golden House, the weekly Childe Boss fight. In your defense you didn’t actually think he’d be in there. And it’s not like you even went in, only going up the steps and around for a detour.

And it was a quick route until a strangled gasp came from behind you, making you spin around in alarm. There, Tartaglia stood, with pupils nearly the size of his gray-blue eyes, staring, completely enraptured by your visage. Your knees buckle and you make to sprint, but your body is no match for a Fatui Harbinger.

In retrospect you’re not entirely sure what drove you to run, perhaps some fight or flight instinct buried inside of you.

His long hand wraps around your forearm, tugging you to a stop, you face him, and your face must portray your panic clearly because Tartaglia’s twists into sorrowful sympathy.

“My Divinity… it is an honor to meet you in the flesh.”

“Let go.” He does, promptly so.

“I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself. May I ask where you are headed, and if you are in need of company?”

“No. Thank you, Childe.”

His face shifts into a serious look, nodding. “Do you need an escort to Liyue then? Is that where you’re heading?”

“No. I know where I’m going, and I much prefer to go alone.” It’s not entirely false, you know where you’re headed, just not how.

“Well… be safe, okay? I hope to see you again.”

“I will.” The lie comes out and you cringe, because its delivery falls flat and its so obviously untrue.

“Does Mr Zhongli know you’re here? Surely you’re here to see Morax?” He strolls to your other side, offering a hand to lead you to the city. You ignore the hand.

“Goodbye, Tartaglia.”

“I can’t let you leave alone in good conscience…. You don’t seem well. Let me lead you to the harbor at least.”

Since he is as unmoving as stone, you let him take you to the main city, managing to ditch him before more people can know about your presence.

The boats docked at Liyue Harbor are hopeful. “Where is this ship headed?” you ask one of the dock workers. They look up at your voice before glancing at the ship they’re loading up with lumber.

“Snezhnaya.” They say glancing up at the grand vessel. “Why? Where’re you tryna go, friend?”

“Snezhnaya. How much does the fare cost, one way?”

—

“News of your travels have reached Snezhnaya, Divine One.” Dottore starts, fixing his posture from a lean on a surgical table to something more proper. You shake your head, the weariness you’ve accumulated on your journey weighing down on you. You’re finally where you deserve to be.

“I’m not the Divine One you speak of, Dottore.”

“Hm? Do you think so little of my intelligence? Your presence is unmistakable.”

“No, it’s not that. But I’m not. I’m just a regular person. And I came to you for a reason.”

“Oh? The Creator themself, seeking me out? It’s an honor,” the doctor bows to you, smirking at you from beneath his beaklike mask.

“I need you to hurt me.”

“What?” He pulls himself up with a startled question. “I’m afraid I misheard you, Divine One.”

“I can’t die, Dottore. I’m giving myself to you, you…” you heave a sigh as you explain your reasoning. “You could make use of me. I’m not whoever you think I am, please just take me. I don’t care what you do to me.”

“You’re… giving yourself to me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what happens to my… patients?”

“Yes, that's why I’m here. I can’t die, I imagine I would make a good test subject.”

“Is this a test?” Dottore seems to be speaking to himself more than anything. He pushes away from the table and paces to the back room of the lab, muttering madly to himself as he does so. The door swings open with a loud screeching and you catch sight of multiple mops of blue hair and masks.

His Segments.

You can hear a conversation ongoing between all of the parts of Zandik, it seems he doesn’t want to be rash and take you in too hastily. You can understand his (their?) hesitancy; if a god offered themselves up to you, you would surely think it was a trap. But you aren’t a god, so it should be a no brainer for him. How often does he get consenting test subjects?

It seems this absurd idea of you being a higher power has infiltrated Snezhnaya as well, which is… not good. Everyone is saying you’re more than what you are, you can’t be a god, you barely consider yourself a human.

An older, completely unmasked Segment sticks his head out of the door, frowning once he makes eye contact with you. There’s gray leaking from his roots into the teal of Dottore’s hair, and visible aging lines on his face; crows feet and tension on his cheekbones. Glowing red eyes narrow upon meeting your own, mouth pulling into a tight line.

A younger segment, smaller in size and stature, with a nearly full face mask, only showing part of his mouth. You think that is the one that the Fandom surrounding him dubbed Webttore. You usually see pictures of him with a wide, jagged-tooth smile, but, like his older part, he looks solemn.

You wonder just how many Segments Il Dottore has, because you can still hear an entire conversation going on without the two.

The conversation seems to be dying down, not ending without a few red eyes peeking out from behind the door at you. It’s surreal seeing so many versions of the same person at once; the youthful ones, eyes wide, and the older ones with wrinkles built with time and age, all at the same moment in time.

Eventually though, they do seem to come to a verdict: the Omega segment, the one you met upon walking into his lab, exits, closing the door behind him with a click that resonates through the room.

His answer is a simple word. “No.”

Your heart drops and stomach sinks at the rejection, and based on il Dottore’s reaction it must show. “Why?” your voice is small and sounds foreign to your own ears.

“I cannot forsake the true god in such a way, whether you acknowledge it or not, you have that power.”

All the turmoil and hardships it took to get here come crashing down, the light at the end of the tunnel is rejecting you. You hadn’t known this was something that could happen, your… your savior, the one you were looking for is telling you no. He won’t lay a finger on you, and it’s tearing you apart. This was the only thing that kept you from burying yourself in the deep forest of Sumeru and letting yourself rot.

“Oh.” It’s shaky and you nod, trying to take it maturely. “I see.” Your voice is warbling like you're on the verge of tears. Blinking rapidly to dispel the water from your eyes, you lower your head and make to scamper out of the lab.

Dottore lets out a heavy sigh, and his leather gloves wrap around your wrist.

“Wait.” You nervously glance up at his mask.

“You said you would ‘give yourself to me,’ no?”

Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, “yes.” Has he suddenly changed his mind? You shouldn't get your hopes up.

“I will take you. I doubt you will appreciate my intentions, but if I were to own you, you wouldn’t be able to complain. After all, you will have done it to yourself.”

You don’t know what those words mean, but the stinging rejection welling up in your eyes turns to relief. “Thank you,” he doesn’t stop you from dashing to his side and wrapping your arms around his waist. You press your face into his abdomen, letting his clothes soak up your tears. A hesitant hand rubs over your spine, an effort to soothe you.

You pull yourself together, sucking in a deep breath of the sterile lab air.

“Alright,” Dottore says after he deems you put together enough. “Come.” His hand covers your wrist, gently tugging you behind him. You aren’t sure where he is leading you, as he takes you out of the lab. The halls are tall and gorgeously crafted, intermittent with intricate moldings on the wall.

It’s a small room you find yourself in, but it is infinitely better than the wilderness. The size is comparable to an average hotel room. Dottore instructs you to sit and stay on the bed, which you do obediently. Nerves swirl inside of you, as to where he has gone and what he will bring back with - when he will return, if at all.

Il Dottore knows. While he is not well versed on human, much less godly, psychology, he can tell you’re depressed when you first stumbled your way into his workstation. Besides, he’d be hard pressed to deny the rumors from various agents that had been located in places you’d traveled through.

With a small caddy in his hands Dottore kneels next to the nightstand and places a hand on your shoulder to force you to lay down. “Arm.” Is what he prompts for you to let him maneuver your arm to lay open and flat over the edge of the bed.

The scent of alcohol alerts you to the sanitary wipe before you feel the chill of it. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling as you feel the slight pinch of a needle and a clicking as an IV is deposited into your arm. Out of the corner of your eye you see Dottore set up a drip, but you don’t bother to ask what it is, the excitement of the day catching up with you.

Il Dottore eventually leaves the room in silence after pushing an odd vial of liquid into the drip, not bothering to look behind him as he closes the door and leaves with confident strides.

Although it’s entirely possible it’s simply the Placebo Effect, as the drip spreads throughout your veins you can feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier. Before long you can no longer keep them open and slip into a dreamless sleep.

You wake up to a Mirror Maiden tidying up the nightstand next to you. You observe her work, wondering how she can manage to navigate with the blind pulled over her eyes. She startles when she catches your eyes on her, though returns back to work, quietly disposing of the used needles from earlier. You wonder what The Doctor has injected you with; wonder if he added more of whatever it is while you were unconscious.

There’s a brisk, impatient knock on the door and the Maiden straightens up, taking hold of everything to discard and striding over to change positions with Tartaglia behind the door.

You stay flat on your back, looking at the ginger in mild surprise. Last you saw him he was in Liyue and set to stay for quite a while. Had he heard you gave yourself away to Il Dottore? Is he here to plead for you to change your mind?

But to your bemusement he stays quiet, walking over to and kneeling next to your bed. Instead of speaking he merely rests his head on the nightstand, dull blue eyes gazing at you sadly, yet reverently.

You’re unsure of how long you look up at the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Tartaglia’s eyes on you. His gaze is unwavering, and eventually, you turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry for my behavior in Liyue. I was too excited to see you, and my manners deserted me.”

“It’s okay.” You croak, throat dry from sleep. “I was dismissive as well.”

Dottore doesn’t bother to knock when he comes in.

“I see you’re awake and seem to have found a stray harbinger.”

Tartaglia doesn’t react to his entrance, merely moving to the far end of the bed, laying his head on the covers near your feet. You realize someone has drapped a plain, solid color duvet over your body when you slept.

“Are you feeling anything out of the ordinary?” Dottore asks, checking the emptied IV bag. He unclips it and pulls a fresh one from his lab coat pocket.

You take the moment to assess (how do you spell it) your body. In all honesty you’re feeling much better, the hydration from the drip really made a difference.

“I feel hydrated.”

Dottore hums, he sounds disinterested. “How’s your appetite? Can you stomach anything for me?” He clips a new bag onto the pole, screwing it into your IV’s tube. “Stand if you can.”

Dottore’s eyes watch you intensely behind his mask, observing how you tremble when you put a leg onto the floor. “Childe, help them and follow me.”

Tartaglia scrambles to steady your arm as you fully get out of the bed, wrapping the one without the needle in it around his shoulder to support you. You stiffen, but aren’t in any position to be able to get around without him, not with the emptiness of your stomach and the way black fades into your vision when you stand. “Get them to the restroom, take care of their needs. I will return with what they will eat.”

“Come on, I got you,” Tartaglia assures as he leads you to the ensuite restroom. It’s nothing too fancy; simply a sink, shower, and toilet.

You eye the toilet, realizing how long it’s been since you’ve relieved yourself. A shower would also be nice…

“Allow me to assist you, Divine One,” Tartaglia remains stoic and respectful as he shimmies your pants and underwear down your legs, letting you support yourself on his broad shoulders as you step out of the pant holes. After making sure you get to the toilet safely he turns around and starts the shower faucet.

The sound of the water helps you get over your pee shyness and by the time Tartaglia finishes soaking and preparing a cloth for you, you’ve finished and are ready to bathe.

With weak arms you gather the hem of your shirt in your hands and remove the remainder of your clothes.

Tartaglia helps you get clean with warm, respectful touches, passing you the cloth for you to clean more intimate areas, before helping you out of the shower and wrapping a large, soft towel around your body. It’s huge, covering the top of your bust to well past mid-calf, looping around your body almost twice. He tucks the towel tightly with practiced precision.

“Il Dottore will be back soon, I’ll help you get dressed before he returns. Do you have any material preferences?”

—

You sit up in bed, feeling marginally better than the day before. The day after that, and the day after that all proceed in a similar fashion; each time you feel just a little bit better. More clear headed, a better appetite, less like a corpse walking.

Only after Dottore deems you well enough to remove the IV do you get your suspicions that it was more than just the proper nutrition making you feel better. He still stops by your room twice a day for some shots; he encouraged you to choose where he would deposit them (when you said into your brain or through your chest, it did not amuse him). It feels suspiciously like the antidepressants you’ve been on before.

It only further confuses you, though. Does he want you in a proper state of mind for something? He has no reason other than unfounded faith to help you, you don’t like it. It’s … uncomfortable receiving this type of care, knowing it’s only because they think you're better than who you really are.

The food they feed you, the clothes they dress you in, it's all much more than you deserve.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Pardon?” Dottore sets the syringe down with a metallic click. Through his mask you can feel his gaze on you.

“You’re… you’re trying to— to…” the words fail you.

“Mitigate your depressive symptoms? Yes, I am. What of it?” Il Dottore picks the syringe back up, pushing the knob back before stabbing it into the vial in his hand. He pulls the liquid up with ease before removing the needle and pushing to remove the excess air in the syringe.

“Why?”

“Hm? Why would I not?” He flicks the syringe and some liquid flies from the point of the needle.

“If I were anyone else you wouldn’t be doing this.”

“Indeed.”

“Haven’t you realized by now that I’m not who you think I am? That I’m just a normal human in a horrible situation of being unable to die?”

“That is not so. Your skin cultures and biopsy results do not share that conclusion. Even if you continue to deny your god-hood, it changes nothing. I know for certain who you are, and you will remain in my care until you utilize your divine right to revoke such.”

Biopsy? When on Earth — Teyvat? — did that happen? But there’s more important things to discuss with him for now, not that you care how or when it happened. You’re more surprised you never noticed, that’s all.

“You’re wrong!” You wail, tears finally coming for the first time in a while. You had thrown your head back to speak, but now you collapse in on yourself with your head between your arms and legs. It’s humid, but saves you from having to look at the doctor and his unreadable bird mask.

“Oh my,” you hear Dottore murmur, then he sets his medical supplies to the side and places a hand on your shoulder. He remains there while you sob, when finally the lack of speech seems to reach the boiling point, he heaves a sigh. “If it is of any consolation, if it were to come to my attention that you are not in any way godly or divine, I would treat you the same. I’ve put far too much care into you to just toss you aside..”

That consoles you, if only a little, damn the drugs making you want to continue life to see the future. But you broke the dam of tears, and it’ll take a while for them to stop; you need to cry out everything that led you here….

Your… attempt that put you in Teyvat, the one you tried right after arrival, the false death, all the eyes and praise that aren’t meant for you. It’s dysphoric.

The lurches of your body with your cries, stitches your sides and you sniffle harder into the crevice your body makes, the moisture of the confined body space blending in with your tears.

“There now,” Dottore says, quieter as you get so as well. “Perhaps some more rest will do you good. I’ll be at the ready whenever you wake.”

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honeydazai · 2 years

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Il Dottore -> aphrodisiacs

content: nsfw, drugging, power imbalance, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, you're his lab rat <3 reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Life as a fairly new Fatui recruit wasn't easy.

Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't the ridiculously difficult training or the harsh Snezhnayan temperatures that gnawed at your resolve most, but the attention of one particular Harbinger that was on you almost constantly.

Dottore, it seemed, had taken a liking to you, and there was absolutely nothing you were able to do about it.

His sheer presence made you feel on edge, his deep voice causing a shiver to shoot up your spine whenever his warm breath grazed your ear — though you would have been a liar had you said you didn't enjoy it to a certain extent.

That, however, was your biggest mistake; you had gotten too used to him and his shenanigans, had let your guard down with the thought that you knew him well by now.

It was why you hadn't even thought to protest when a syringe, filled with some glowing liquid, had been pushed into one of your veins, though you now knew better.

It had been a mistake, a situation in which you had failed to be cautious.

Now you were suffering the consequences of your naivety.

“You're panting quite a bit”, Dottore commented, his tone entirely even as if you weren't currently bouncing up and down on his dick. “How are you feeling? Talk to me, darling.” A chuckle. “There's hardly any need to be shy right now.”

Your shyness was not the issue right now; the aphrodisiac coursing through your body was making it hard to form a coherent thought, yet alone to word an explanation about what you were feeling.

You had no idea, honestly; everything was terribly overwhelming, and even though you had already cum twice, you were still riding Dottore with sheer endless desperation, your need for more pleasure never quelling.

Sweat dripped down your neck, down the swell of your tits and, Archons, had it always been this hot in his lab?

Suddenly, a sharp pain caused you to flinch as Dottore meanly pinched one of your nipples between his fingers; you clenched around his dick on instinct, the action accompanied by a lewd squelching noise.

“When I ask you a question, sweetheart, I expect a response.” Smooth leather dragged over your skin as his thumb circled around your pebbled nipple, making you mewl. “How are you feeling?”

Your mind felt hazy; your thoughts entirely muddled. You were barely able to focus on anything but the way your thighs trembled in exhaustion as you continued to lift yourself up before dropping back down onto his dick, the fat tip nudging against what you swore was your cervix as you did so.

“Hot”, you eventually choked out, your voice shaking just as badly as your body did. “So hot—, wanna cum, sir, please.”

Dottore merely hummed in response. He tilted his head to the side, strands of blue hair spilling over his cheeks while he wrote your, arguably lackluster, description down on a notepad. Then, his lips curled into a smirk. “You want to cum? Again? You're quite selfish, love.”

“Sir, please—” Your sight blurred with tears, though you didn't even dare hope for any pity.

If you had learned one thing in the meantime of working underneath him, then that Dottore enjoyed seeing you cry.

“Seriously, didn't you already cum twice? Why don't you focus on pleasuring me first? You don't want me to think of you as greedy, or do you?” Dottore snickered as he reached down, his gloved finger only so much as feathering over your aching clit, and yet you came almost immediately with a high-pitched keen.

Your back arched as tears spilled over your tears, your cunt clenching down hard around his dick and, Archons, you really weren't sure just how much more of this you were able to take. You already felt like you were close to passing out; you all but collapsed against his chest a moment later, your muscles having turned into jelly.

“Heightened sensitivity”, he observed, a teasing lilt to his voice. “As well as enhanced stamina, or so I'd believe. Perhaps you're just a slut, hm? A whore who likes to fuck herself stupid on my cock. That's adorably pathetic.”

“Sir”, you whined in response, though, before you were able to continue, Dottore clicked his tongue at you.

“Did I say you were allowed to stop? Come on, now. I still haven't finished.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a grin. His next words made pure dread spread through you; “Though, if you're not motivated anymore, I guess I still have some more doses of that aphrodisiac left.”

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maya-meow · 5 months

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Kissing in public♡

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Dottore x gn! reader

im sorry this is really short! I wanted to try something new :3

Under the soft glow of city lights, you and dottore strolled through the lively streets hand in hand. This didn't happen often and everyone you walked past glanced your way. You were very self-conscious. Dottore was rather clingy today. The 2 of you kept walking untill dottore noticed how many people where looking at his lover. He started to get jealous. All of a sudden he placed his arms around your waist and he kissed you. Not just a quick kiss, but a passionate kiss.

You pulled away from him. You looked up to him embarrassed. "What are you doing-? People are staring at us!" You quietly yelled at him. Dottore chuckled as he stroked your hair gently. "Aww your face is all red, you do care a lot about what people think,don't you~?" He kissed you again. "Don't I make you forget that dear~?" He smiles at you and looks you in the eyes. "So what if people watch us?~" its a good thing, everyone will know your only mine~" he kissed you again as he carressed your cheek. "I'll kiss you until you don't even notice anyone else but me~"

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underfaller · 10 months

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When My Mother Was There

Summary:

“Zandik, dear, please remember to be kind. Promise me.”

These were his mother’s last words.

Or: why Zandik was chased out of his village

Word count: 1.7k

The day of his mother’s funeral will also be the day they chase him out.

When they open her casket that cloudy, winter morning for the ceremony, the attendees will find themselves in a frenzy to see the body missing.

He had dragged it back to the house.

They shouldn’t have taken it in the first place.

“Zandik, dear, please remember to be kind. Promise me.”

These were his mother’s last words.

Zandik now sits on the kitchen floor, staring at his mother’s lifeless body before him with a medical book in one hand and a small blade in another. It’s certainly not medical grade-- just something as similar as he could find rummaging through their kitchen drawers. Zandik reads the book, his brows furrowed in concentration. He’s young, but he easily comprehends what he is reading. He’s certainly inherited his mother’s brains.

His mother was the most intelligent person Zandik knew. He’d heard the stories. She graduated top in her class from the Akademiya. She’d been considered a prodigy. Someone meant for greatness. Everyone thought she would easily become Sumeru City Hospital’s director or even Amurta’s sage.

However, after becoming pregnant, she decided Sumeru City was too hectic to raise a child alone and his mother returned back to her hometown, resigning to the humble position of the village doctor.

Zandik always felt guilty about that.

But right now is no time for such thoughts. He must focus on the task at hand. It is only a matter of time before the villagers catch on.

He looks at her closed eyes.

They would open again.

“I will bring you back to life, mother.”

Zandik continues reading, examining the diagrams and notes his mother had scrawled in the margins years ago. He takes a deep breath, twirling the small blade in his even smaller fingers. This is not his first experiment on a corpse. Everyone knows to keep their pets away from the young boy. He’s surprisingly calm. He truly believes he can do this. Science was the answer to everything, was it not? Death is a contrived boundary that could easily be crossed. In hindsight, it is a futile dream-- but to a child in denial, it is a desperate mission that he cannot fail. He truly believes he can resurrect his mother.

Something slips from the pages of the worn, medical book falling lazily to the floor below. Zandik picks it up. It’s a prayer sheet. He scowls, crumbling it up and stuffing it in his pocket.

Zandik peeked into his mother’s bedroom. There were two older women standing beside her. He didn’t recognize them. They wore dark green Akademiya outfits and whispered to one another with worried looks. Zandik pressed his head towards the cracked door, trying to make out their words.

“It isn’t looking so good… her condition is deteriorating rapidly…” One said.

“What will happen to her son… no father…..” stated the other.

“What are you talking about?”

The two women quickly turned around, startled by the boy now standing in the doorway.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” One of them hissed.

“You woke me up.”

That was a lie. He’d barely slept the last two days. The bags under his eyes make him look like a small, disgruntled adult.

They exchanged glances. One of the women walked over to him, bending to his height.

“We’re from the Akademiya. We were tasked with caring for your mother. We were just talking about how we would pray for your mother’s health.”

Zandik tilted his head slightly, staring at her with piercing, red eyes.

“Will praying help?”

“Of course.” The woman smiled. “Greater Lord Rukkhadevata does not let the innocent suffer.”

Zandik considered her words, before silently turning and exiting the room.

He entered his own bedroom and, for the first and only time in his life, the young boy got on his knees and prayed.

“Please save my mother.”

As the village doctor, it only made sense that his mother would tend to the ill when the plague passed through their village. She’d worked tirelessly. It was simply her nature. She could not rest when she knew someone else was suffering. Leading up to her illness, Zandik rarely saw his mother because she was so busy rushing from house to house trying to help as many people as she could. When he did, her face was tear-stained from losing yet another patient. He'd peer through her cracked bedroom door but would not approach her, often quickly leaving, jumping back into bed with the covers over his head as he pretended to sleep. He did not like to see her cry.

It was inevitable that she would become sick as well.

But what wasn’t expected was how quickly she left.

How quickly things change.

Zandik presses the blade against his mother's stiff chest, taking a deep breath. His hand slightly wavers.

What would she think of what he was doing?

Did it matter?

This is for her.

It was a hot summer day. Zandik was reading at the kitchen table as his mother prepared lunch. Suddenly, a loud knocking broke the peaceful silence.

His mother opened the door.

It was their neighbor, Priya.

“Can I help-”

His mother is interrupted by the furious woman.

“Your son is a demon! A monster!” She screeched.

Zandik was not well liked in the village. The other children avoided him like a ghost. The adults cursed him like a disease.

“How could kind Veda have such a cursed child?” They’d mutter.

But his mother never saw him as a curse. She loved him. Cherished him. Accepted him.

That was all he needed.

“Please slow down. What happened?” His mother said. Her voice was so soothing. It was hard not to feel at least a bit calmer hearing her. Even Priya softens a bit.

“Ah Veda. It’s terrible. You know my cat, Mushy? He came in, howling like mad. I checked and saw someone had declawed him! Now who would do something like that? Your son, that’s who.”

“That’s quite an accusation, Priya.”

Priya rolled her eyes. “C’mon. Everyone in the village knows what he does with the animals around here. He’s the reason no one dares let out their cats now.”

His mother frowned and turned towards her son.

“Zandik, come here.”

He burrowed his head in his book.

“Now.”

He obliged.

“Did you hurt Priya’s cat?” His mother asked in a stern voice.

“I didn’t.”

He certainly did.

“You’re a liar,” Priya scoffed

Zandik narrowed his eyes, looking at the enraged woman with an annoyed expression. “Do you have proof?”

That set her off.

“You fucking-”

“Priya.” His mother interrupted her. She was certainly angry at Priya’s tone towards Zandik, her ruby eyes glinting dangerously in the afternoon sun. “I won’t allow you to speak to my child like that. I think you need to leave.”

“But-”

She shut the door.

Zandik quietly tiptoed back to the kitchen.

“Young man. We aren’t finished.”

He turned towards a very annoyed mother. Her hands were on her hips as she approached him.

“Did you really hurt that cat?”

He did.

Zandik shook his head.

“I promise.”

His mother sighed, bending in front of him and placing her hands lightly on his shoulders as she gazed into his eyes. Zandik looked back at her.

He has his mother’s eyes.

“Zandik, life is such a precious thing. We should do all we can to preserve it.”

Zandik cocked his head. “Is that why you’re a doctor?”

She laughed lightly at his observation. “Of course.”

“I suppose I’d like to be a doctor too then.”

“You’re very intelligent, darling. I know you will do great things. But in order to be a doctor, you must promise to not hurt other living things. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

She smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Then I cannot wait to see you become one.”

When the village leader, the mortician, and their neighbor burst through the front door with a handful of other townspeople, they find the young boy elbow deep in his mother’s corpse. Zandik simply stares at the shocked and horrified group. He underestimated how quickly they would find him. Blood covers the kitchen floor. The smell is nauseating.

Priya faints.

They didn’t listen when he tried to explain what he was doing. That he wanted to bring her back. That he wanted to fix her.

“That boy is a monster.”

“His own mother.”

“A devil.”

“A heretic.”

“Mother?”

He laid in her lap as she stroked his messy, blue hair. She’s reading a book. Crickets chirp outside. It is peaceful.

“Yes?”

“Why did you name me ‘Zandik’?”

His mother looked at him confused. “Why not? It is a lovely name.”

“But it means ‘heretic’.”

“You’re correct.”

“Isn’t that bad?”

“Hm… “ She set down her book, pondering his words. “I did not think of it as heretic in a traditional, religious way. It also could mean a person who holds beliefs against what is generally accepted.”

“Isn’t that also bad?”

She laughs.

“I suppose. But I would like to believe that it means that you’re not afraid to hold your own beliefs, undaunted by those that disagree with you. I wish for you to have the strength to have a resolute and unshakable faith in yourself.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

Zandik's hand brushes against his cheek. He looks down at his hand, his eyebrows only raises slightly when he sees the dried blood. So one of the stones thrown at him had hit him. He thought he was more nimble than that.

Ah well.

Zandik looks at the village for the last time from the outskirts. The sun sets, bestowing a deep orange hue upon the small houses. In the distance, a bird sings its last song for the day.

He would not return.

As Zandik makes his way towards Sumeru City, his mind inevitably wanders back to the deceased and he has an epiphany.

His mother was as kind as she was intelligent and that had been her fatal flaw.

Kindness gives to everyone but oneself. She gave herself to the world, piece by piece, till nothing was left of her except her fading smile in Zandik’s mind. If she hadn’t cared so much for her patients, perhaps she would’ve been happier in life. If she hadn’t worked so hard for her neighbors, perhaps she wouldn’t have gotten sick. If she hadn’t given up her life in the city for him, perhaps she’d be alive. Kindness is a weakness.

He wouldn’t be weak.

But he would live up to his name.

After all, it’s all he has of his mother now.

Mother… I apologize, I cannot hold a promise.

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daisydoesfanfics · 1 year

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|Heart|

Dottore x reader

Description: He swore that he would never let you go, even through death.

Genre: Horror (?), Romance (if you squint), Angst

Warnings: Gore, surgery, possessiveness, Dottore himself

A/N: I don't know how I got this idea honestly. This kinda creeps me out lol but enjoy!

He remembers that day very clearly. The long beep of your heart monitor, his many segments gathered around your bed with a sense of grief and sorrow. Time of death: 6:14 P.M.

There was no saving you, he knew that. So instead of trying to achieve something unachievable, he asked you what you wanted to do. "The sunset, I want to watch the sunset with you." You said with a weak voice. He moved your bed across the window and opened the curtains. For the first time, his laboratory finally gained some sunlight. As the sun dips down, you ascended to the heavens. He didn't cry but his heart felt like it died along with you. Nobody ever stayed with him, nobody tried, but you did.

It had been a few months ever since you passed. He didn't sleep, eat or do anything but lock himself up in his lab. It's not that he needed those anyways, but you always insisted that he slept or ate. It wasn't only him who missed you, his segments too. You would always care for them, praise them, love them. Your lack of presence created a huge dent in their hearts.

"No" he said, "I can't bare be away with you, not anymore." No he wasn't gonna kill himself. He did something crazier. He asked his segments to dig up your corpse at midnight. He took your body to his lab. He wore his gloves and started his little surgery. Soon after he dipped his hand into your chest and pulled out your heart. He lifted it up and examined it. Your heart no longer beated but he insisted it was worth keeping. So he took a glass case and carefully put it in. Locking your heart away.

Now, whenever he looks at his shelf, he sees your beautiful heart. "Even death won't keep you away from me, darling."

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tiens-letters · 2 years

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The only hope I had was the freedom of death by your hands that held me together

Dottore (Angst)

9k words

tw: gore

not proof read

It was a burden. The weight of the power you hold in all the land. Any human who has enough ambition would dare to covet it and any god even given divine powers would lust after it. You were powerful, able to end civilizations and make a new world altogether. Many would think that you are a sovereign being but you too are limited to mortality than what most would believe. You were human with a blessing of a god and you felt cursed and dirty. All your younger years was spent on trying to outrun those who wanted you, trying to escape tradition the elders placed on you when you tried to live a normal life as a child and then to the gods who would descend from their high place to take you away. No one was there to protect you, it was you all along that had to fend for yourself because everyone else wanted what you didn’t want. Thus, your hand was tarnished by blood, both by mortal and immortal, you had no choice, it was the heavy decision you always had to make in order to survive and live. Every night, however, you would remember what they looked like, how their eyes burned with greed and desire, even in their final moments they still tried to touch you. Their screams still reverberate in your head as you burned them alive, of their covetous nature. Each and everyone was the same as you tried to conceal yourself from their prying eyes.

That is until you met him, the doctor. That was during your brief stay in Sumeru did you meet this man who shunned by his peers and teachers. You did not think much of his appearance for you thought it was beautiful. Long wavy blue hair that resembles the ripples in the ocean on a bright summer day, his eyes twinkled like rubies under the sunlight and like blood in the shade, his skin was that of snow, now you just wondered how it felt like under your own skin. You were not one who easily comes to trust people, no, you were paranoid, as countless encounters of those who wore a mask before you were soon broken by their own selfish desires but you knew kindness, one thing no one has ever given you. You helped him that day to figure out a problem he’s been trying and failing to get right upon seeing the familiar scritches of his notes and diagrams, you knew what it was upon seeing it as it was presented, more like forced to you by one of the elders whose fate was met by drowning in his own quarters. He thanked you, though skeptical at first as to why someone would even bother to help him. He found you intriguing, eccentric even with the way you presented yourself and how you were clueless as to most of the things in the world. You did not have time to even enjoy the small things in life as you were to busy trying to stay alive. You were both the same in some way.

Soon that one meeting turned into two and then three to four times a week ,you seemed to stay longer in sumeru as you spent more time with him. Both of you found the meaning of friendship, one he did not even think of having in his closed off life. He liked how things were, you were there, his only companion and his passion for the vast knowledge the world has to offer.

“Please come with me.” he asks you one day, it was after man had approached him late into afternoon as he tinkered with one of his new experiments.

“What for?”

He explains everything calmly, though the excitement in his eyes were hard to miss as he speaks about the many possibilities of changing the world.

“I can protect you properly there. Away from the humans and gods that dare lay a finger on you.”

“Did you tell the man about me?” Right, with all the excitement and promises the man ‘Pierro’ brought he forgot to mention you

“No but I am confident they will welcome you as well.” he looked a bit desperate, you were his only friend after all. One who he has come to cherish and one who soon he realizes as someone he can never leave.

“Please?”

How could you say no when he asks you like this, you were always weak to his entrancing eyes.

“Alright.”

…

You followed him as he left the academy, the same place that shunned him and called him a monster. The man, Pierro, though surprised did not show it as he simply acknowledged your being there. He took you both to the snowy and unforgiving alps of Snezhnaya and inside a fortress that you’ve only seen in picture books. There were people who loitered around in different uniforms all fit for the bitter cold weather. You two were also given warmer clothes once settled in your own quarters not far from each other. The room was spacious, something you’ve never had before and it felt daunting for everything made you feel alone. Your eyes wandered to the bed, Pierro did mention to rest before meeting the Tsaritsa.

You could only hope for the best that she was not like the rest of the gods as you settle in the large bed, trying to get comfortable but to no avail, it was as if your body didn’t want to let you rest even if you so much has desired it. And then you remember how you slept back then whenever you were unable to, which was almost every night when the fear of nightmares has presented itself once again, you would seek him.You sought for his embrace, it never failed to bring you peace and deliverance away from your dreams. You opted to leave for his room, you own pillow clutched to your chest, you opened the door to the man himself

“Oh.” his crimson eyes widened in surprise, a hand froze midair in a gesture to knock, so it was a mutual feeling after all

“I couldn’t sleep.” you sheepishly say, warmth rising up to your ears in embarrassment

“Me too.” he states and then silence followed, just a moment of just looking into each other’s surprised and tired eyes

“Then, would you like to come in?” you ask and he nods

He enters the room glancing around, his stature looked elegant under the cold moonlit night, it was as if he truly belongs in this place, like a perfect piece to a large puzzle. He then turns to you, hand outstretched.

“Shall we?” you couldn’t be more happier to oblige as you both lay down on the not so large bed anymore, faces in line together, sleepy expressions on your faces as your body finally allows you to get comfortable.

“What will happen now?” you ask to which he smiles, a gesture that he reserved for you and you only, it was something rare, different from the ‘smiles’ he would give to others, this was genuine and filled with gratefulness.

“I finally become someone who can pursue what they want without any restrictions, I get to make a great contribution without people throwing scorn at me and most of all, you get to witness it all. This greatness you spoke of, that man spoke of, we will have it. Together.”

It made you happy, over the moon from his answer, it was more than what you needed to reassure yourself that you are finally free from the chains of the curse you carry.

“I’d like that very much.”

…

Affection, neither of you knew what it was, not even when it started nor when it became a deeper thing that one simple word could not even define it anymore. You don’t know how things even came down to this but you just floated along for the ride, you watched him blossom into the person he was meant to be, and as part of the Harbingers that served the great cause of the Tsaritsa, the possibilities were endless. He enjoyed creating, learning and becoming more powerful day by day. He shared it with you, the dream he’s had, it became true.

“Good morning dear.” majority of people knew you are lovers, only the new ones would assume that you both were simply close friends because of how discreet you are whenever it came to public appearances but behind closed doors was different story in your shared home away from the palace. It was found in morning caresses as both naked bodies tangled in the sheets held each other close, in the day where both of you had your respective tasks to do was the glances that stayed longer every time you ran into each other and at night, they were where you both could be just yourselves as lips met each other, conveying pent up feelings on when one of you would be assigned far away from each other or the simple readings and lighthearted chatter by the hearth.

“ ‘morning.” you smile up at him, he looked so beautiful in the morning light you could kiss all over again if it weren’t for the time and duties you both would attend to. You were assigned to a small village in the outskirts to visit due to the sudden rise in a certain disease. You sat up first, naked body opting to move towards the bathroom only to be pulled down by none other than Dottore.

“Going so soon?” he asks you, a lopsided smirk on his face

“We must, our duties await us I’m afraid.” your hand finds the back of his neck pulling him down

“I hate for this to end.” he whispers in between kisses

“Me too.” another lingering kiss “me too, my love.”

“How long?” he sighs against your lips

“Best I can do is a month. Depending on whether the snowstorm will hit or not.” Snowstorms were common occurrence in Snezhnaya, you’ve been used to it for quite some time now but the only downside to it is the travel time to get between places. Sometimes it can be deadly and sometimes it was like a passing breeze, it all depends on how prepared one is and by far everyone in the land are all pioneers to handling such a weather.

“That’s a long time to wait.” You can hear the disappointment in his voice as his hand trails up an down your neck

“You lasted 6 months without me.”

“And Tsaritsa forbid I’d have to go through that again. It was horrible!” there was that dramatic side of him again “6 months of not even touching you or having you in bed!”

“Are all your ideas geared towards sex?” you lift an eyebrow “if it is then I’m really going to put in a request for a longer stay and I promise you it wont be 6 months only.”

Only you and whoever above has bothered to know that this man is a monster during your intimate moments and the many days were you unable to walk because of his inhuman stamina.

“Wait!” you begin to get up from the bed “Hey! I was joking!”

“Sure you are.” you wink back at him as you slide into the bathroom.

“Get back here!”

…

You’re finally prepared to leave and after a lot of convincing by Dottore to atleast bring one of his clones for the sake of his inner peace. You sat inside the carriage, his clone opposite to you.

“You better be back in a month.” he tells you from the end of the patio steps, Fatui coat hanging off his lithe figure

“And if it takes long?” you were testing him and he knows it “What will you do then?”

“I’ll come to you, whether you like it or not.”

“You just can’t keep your hands to yourself can you Doctor?” you chuckle

“Give me a break.” his clone mutters in front of you, clearly annoyed at how mushy you both were getting with the real body.

“Alright. Let’s leave.” you roll your eyes at the antics of the other one, though they may be the same but sometimes the personalities differ, just like this one. You then turn to your lover “I’ll see you soon.”

“Safe travels, dear.”

And then you were off, the mansion getting smaller and smaller from your view until it was truly gone from your line of sight. You grabbed the reports sitting beside you, archons, it going to be a long day.

“Doctor.” the man turns towards the source of the voice, there stands the man who brought him here and away from the palace that scorned him “There is something we must discuss.”

“Well? Spit it out then, I havent got all day to gossip.” Dottore still had so much projects running at the same time that he has to attend to and idle chatter was not his forte unless it was with you

“I prefer to discuss this with you in private.” Pierro states. “I believe it has something to do with your, companion.”

Pierro knew how to pique the doctor’s interest, if it not for new experiments or ideas that involved creating a higher power then it would be about you, the person he confided in the most.

“Alright, let’s go to my study.” he huffs, wondering what else it could be that he did not know of about his dove.

…

‘It was the one of harbinger’s that spread the plague’

‘impossible! It couldn’t be one of them.’

You overhead two recruits chatting as they set down boxes of supplies, you were in your tent, finishing up on a few more reports before calling it a day. Conversation topics do not really bother you but this one in particular seemed to entice you, so you found scribbling away as you listened in.

‘They say it was the doctor.’ you halted, now that was impossible

‘hmm, if it was him then it would be possible. Seeing as we’ve been ordered to bring in a few healthy villagers to his lab.’ Gossip, you were sure of it. It was probably from his enemies or from those who just did not like him. Many people didn’t like him and it still continued on up to this day.

‘do they know?’ now they were talking about you, you knew Dottore was not someone to hold back secrets from you but this, this was simply unbelievable

‘The twelfth has always been with him, they probably know or even planned it along with him.’

You did not even have any idea of the disease until a week ago and he could not have gone here for you knew it would take long to journey back and forth unless,

“Here’s todays report.” Dottore’s clone comes in, a file tucked under his arm as he lifts the flaps of the entrance

Of course.

The man had genetically manufactured replicas of himself, this was just one of them. You looked at the one before you, the resemblance painful in his face and clothes.

“Were you here a month ago?” you ask him, quill gripped on your hand tightly

“No.” he states as a matter of factly, “Would there be a reason for me to be here?”

Then it wasn’t this clone. Or the recruits were lying, after hearing it from a another source.The grapevine twists and so is the truth as it gets passed from mouth to mouth.

“Forget it.” You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought away “Hand the reports over.”

“People are getting better thanks to you.” he states, placing the file on your desk

“It’s my duty as one of her Majesty’s subordinates.” Right, you were fighting for a good cause, it would be impossible for Dottore to become the cause of all this suffering.

“You and your devotion.”

Little did you know that today was the start of all the doubts you would be encountering about your lover. Slowly, you began to hear things about him, the things he did were almost the same things that the people who coveted your power wanted to do to you. The small details of the inhumane experiments he did behind the doors of his lab from recruits that passed by your tent and those who lingered for a second. It went from men to women being altered to somehow fit being a vessel of a deity, the failures he had along the way as they spoke about how much bodies they had to dispose off. Even children were no exemption from his cruelty in pretense of wondrous breakthrough for his goal. It made your stomach churn as they ran their mouth carelessly about what they witnessed,

‘he made them fight each other while being enhanced, I saw it myself and I could not spend a second longer looking for it was truly disturbing!’

‘ they tore at each other like animals, it was as if they lost their reasoning, it was gruesome. We had to clean the remains afterwards and I tell you, it was not a simple task! There was flesh and blood everywhere, other even excused themselves from cleaning because they felt sick.’

‘Archons! How terrible that one of the lord harbingers would do this!’

‘it is The Doctor after all, he’s always striked me as someone who do that.’

‘this is why I avoid him at all costs, you never when he lays his eyes on you!’

You never know when he lays his eyes on you. You couldn’t breathe, everything seems to twist, your focus zooming in and out, the mind was not even helping at all. You began to imagine what it looked like, the experiments, the torment he caused and all the works. It made you doubt him even more and as the mission was ending you somehow dreaded going back. To finally confirm the idle chatter of some recruits about the man you’ve been with for many years now. Could he have thought of you the same way he did to the people he used as lab rats? Did he want to take you apart as well for his own gains of achieving godhood that he never had for he was not blessed with a vision. So many thoughts drowned you, you know it was better to confront the man himself, if it was a lie then you could just simple dismiss it as some gossip made by bored recruits but if it was real? It frightened you to the core, because then everything you had with him was all a lie. Nothing of it was real for he was only using you to get what he wanted his whole life. To finally spit in the face of the gods above. Through you he had a chance to do so.

“Lord Harbinger?” you forgot you were in a meeting with one of the captains of the troop you came with, their eyes were full of concern as you werent listening, too busy paying attention to your own destructive thoughts

“Apologies, what were you saying?”

“Oh, I was confirming whether we should move the date of departure a bit farther because of the sudden spike in diseases.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s do that captain.” you agreed immediately, the words coming out of your mouth smoothly, that was what you wanted right? A bit more time to clear your head enough to face him after the sudden rush of doubt that clouded your mind.

“Alright, I will take my leave then Lord Harbinger.” The title made you recoil but not enough to be visible in the prying eyes of the captain. You just nodded as you watched him leave. Sinking back into your seat with a sigh, you could feel the headache coming.

‘Get a hold of yourself, there are patients waiting for you.’

…

Dottore was feeling antsy as you did not arrive by your expected date from the mission. He did promise that he would go to you if you did not arrive on time, knowing you hate it when he does that. Conflicted at the moment, he forgets to pay attention to the person in front of him laid upon the gurney. To even describe them as a person was the least out of all descriptive words in a normal human’s vocabulary, maybe a monster or an abomination would fit best. The dark red veins that ran across their body along with the bones that grew and morphed into a gruesome shape that altered the appearance of the human, the red sceleras too were no exception as a result from the altering of cells.

“Will you please shut up for once!” the harbinger yells as he hits the screaming person below him which only increases in volume, not caring if its vocal chords were in the verge of exhaustion.

“I cant think with all the noise you’re making!” another hit to the already bruised and swelled up cheek of the person. A disobedient animal would be the better fit for this abomination he’s created. He grabs a syringe, green glowing liquid gushing out of the needle as he presses it into the neck of the experiment.

“Maybe this will shut you up.” he hisses, crimson eyes watching it spasm and settle down as if it were sleeping. Removing, the syringe from its flesh he tosses it aside not caring if it it broke into two because of his strength. The thoughts of you in his mind was bugging him all day, unrelenting as it was as he tried to work on his projects.

“You killed it.” he finds the eyes of those that are identical to his, a disappointed scowl on his face as he writes down on the clipboard that hung on the gurney

“It was a failure anyway.” Dottore scoffs, loosening his tie to get rid of the stuffiness he feels in his chest

“It may be but that was the last one we have in our list. The rest are just weak to even go through with this process and because of you and your worry about the twelfth we are compromised for better results.”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.” hisses the original, his creations were his pride and joy and sometimes also a pain in the ass. He did not need the nagging of his own right now for he was more hung up on the thought of you not arriving on time. The things you do to this man was even beyond him himself.

“But you know I am right and now we need more volunteers.”

“You know full well where we get them. Do your job and get out of my sight!” Yells Dottore, the agitation in his veins becoming stronger every second he stands there. There was no letter from you or whatsoever that you would be prolonging your stay and archons above know how much he tries to tell himself that you forgot or were to busy to inform him. He just simply found out from one of the official reports that came in, courtesy of Pulcinella.

He grabs his coat in a rush as he yells at one of the recruits to ready a carriage for him. He knows he is acting on impulse but he could barely give a shit at the moment.

Pantalone looks on from the window of his study at the small figure of the Doctor leaving in a flurry. The mirage that stayed long for so long before you will finally settle to revel dry hot sand that settles in your throat. Finally this show is slowly coming to an end and has the front row seat to it.

“What will you do then Doctor?”

…

You should have expected him to be there after going past your promised return. He stood before you, lips upturned in mild dissatisfaction. You don’t move, your lips shut in silence as you look at him. You didn’t know what to say, those stupid rumours shook you so. He shakes his head and just takes your hand and leads you back into your tent with a steadfast grip.

“Dottore---”

“Sweetheart.” he cuts you off with that cold tone of his, “You didn’t tell me you were extending your stay here.”

“I apologize, I was busy with tending to the patients and forgot to send you a letter in time.” You spoke with a controlled tone, as if it were simply talking to your subordinates but this? Never did you speak in this manner with him.

“And you didn’t greet me in when I arrived,” he looked dejected now as he stepped closer, lips a hairsbreadth away from you “Are you that tired to even grant me your time?”

“Like I said--” he loves cutting you off only this time it was with his lips and like usual as if by default yours moved along with his as well in longing, the nights where you both slept alone and days where you did not see ach other boiled down to that moment as lips brushed against each other. Your hands clutching his coat as he held your face, fingers leaving small caresses along the way.

“Did you miss me?” he asks in between breaths

“Always.” it slips out of your mouth as if it were as simple as breathing. Your heart meant it, every single letter of it down to the emotion conveyed in the kiss. A small whimper leaves you as he bites down on your lower lips, drawing blood but it does not deter his purpose to devour your lips in earnest longing. And when he finally reared himself back from stripping you then and there, he pulls away.

“You’re coming back with me today.” he states

“Why? I still have patients to tend to.”

“Then leave it to the rest!” he seemed to be in a rush for some unknown reason he wishes not to disclose with you. “That’s what these idiots are here for anyway.”

“As much as I’d love to come home with you but I can’t leave these people just yet.” what are you hiding?

Dottore still tries to convince you to go home with him but you stood firm. People are dying and your heart goes to them but you knew in the back of your mind that you weren’t ready to truly find out about the truth behind those rumors. So you distanced yourself a bit more from going back home to him, thankful that fate has allowed you a little bit more time. You just wished that after all this was the opposite of those rumors when you’ve finally had the courage to ask him about it.

“Fine! Stay here then! Stay here with the humans you oh so love!.” He yells as he leaves your tent, you couldn’t move at all. His words rang throughout your head, the trauma of the past simply shows how much it impacted him, he still hates humans, his own kind. The rumors then came flooding in, slowly fitting in one of the many spaces in the paragraph of the stories about him. When you started working as a harbinger, you were admittedly wary of everyone, always looking behind your back just in case someone would try to hurt you but in most of your encounters, there were more kind ones than the bad. Something changed in you when you had been subjected to more good that it almost made you forget the bad. You slowly grew out of your shell, it was a tough journey but you still came out on top, now working in a specific unit that caters to helping people.

You watched him leave for the center and you let your doubts followed him.

…

“Have you ever wondered what’s behind the closed door 12th?” Pantalone speaks beside you, he does not look at you as his eyes were too busy looking for a book to read from a higher shelf

“What do you mean Regrator?” you pause from looking over the table of contents of the book held within your grasp. Its been three days since you’ve returned and Dottore was nowhere in sight. He was avoiding you, always making excuses or simply vanishing, probably off to his other lab.

“You are quite the naive one aren’t you? Or do you just pretend not to know?” Did he know? You finally look at him, to find him already staring back at you, a smile that hid the serpent beneath the flowers so well painted his face,

“Know what?”

“Dear me, you are still stuck in that mirage.” he shakes his head in mock pity

“Just get to the point you bastard.”

“It’s better for you to find out yourself, that way I’d be more entertained.” and then he leaves in a whirl of dark blue, a leather book intact in his hand. You wanted nothing more than to throw a book at him, that snake! But what he said did intrigue you, it pulled at you the same way the rumors did to you during your mission in the outskirts. Now your mind is telling to you to search for answers. and you will have them one way or another if the man in question does not give it to you.

Fool.

You should not have crossed that bridge. You should have simply turned your head away and held your hands to your ears away from the rumors that circulated him. You should have listened to him only and went back with him that day. So much what if’s of a better outcome yet it could never escape the harsh reality of it all. You thought that they were fighting for a greater cause but they too were the same, only greater with more resources unlike the rest of the humans who tried to take you.The whole time you’ve been looking through rose tinted glasses and you were so naive to question things but what can you do when you’ve been fed false reassurance the whole time you were taken in. They’ve shown you only what you wanted to see, as if it were all planned from the start.

‘do you think they are ready?’ It was the voice of Pulcinella, muffled as it may from closed doors but you it bled through nonetheless. You just happened to pass by on your way to submit a report to Pierro. But the man himself was also in the same room as The Rooster. So you listened and archons, did you regret it so much.

‘ They will be once Dottore has finished up with his own experiments, he did report on a close breakthrough.’

‘ Then he better get a move on, her majesty has been asking and I have not given her a satisfactory answer!’ Pulcinella exclaims,

‘ Give it time my friend, it will be ready by the time our envoys arrive in Natlan.’ you couldn’t hear any longer as you left in a rush, papers clutched tightly, you made it into your own office. Everything was spinning, the room was closing in on you as you tried to breathe but to no avail. Instead, you were on the floor, a hand to your chest as you struggled to chase oxygen that eluded you.

You do not hear the man who calls out to you, only that you saw the monster who was the base of all the rumors that made you spiral into madness.

‘Don’t touch me!’ you scream, crawling away from his grasp that follows you

‘Sweetheart, breathe!’ his face was blurry through your tears, your heart pounded in fear as his touch felt like acid on your skin and when you didn’t let up, you felt a sharp pain to the side of your neck making you cry out in pain. You wondered if that was it, the end you wondered about by his hands.

‘I apologize for this dear.’ he whispers, finally holding you in his arms as you feel your consciousness slipping away. It scared you for what he might do to you, what they will do to you, what they will use your power for. After all, they were all the same.

…

There was a letter by you window sill, within it was a key and small eloquently written note.

‘ a small gift for your recovery.’ there was no name under but you knew who it came from. The thought of that serpentine smile of his made you shiver. You eyed the key, thinking back on what he said that day in the library. After your unfortunate eavesdropping, you were in bed the next day, exhausted down to the bone. What’s worse about being left alone with yourself was the thoughts that ran amok, they began to tear down the rest of the good things you held dear about your lover, painting him a diabolical character in your story. Destructive as they were, you listened to them intently just like the old days where it was just you alone in an abandoned shack or beneath a tree during thunderstorms. So you let them run and free, to torment you for trusting way too easily and to even falling in love. And you cried, you let the pillow soak up the salty agony of your emotions as you once again feel the comfort of sleep.

You avoided him, even when he sat by the bedside to take care of you and all you could think of was how much longer was he going to keep up the facade he has been showing you the whole time. You avoided him even going as far as to change your walking route towards places where you are needed only to not see him and have your focus break. You only spoke a few words whenever you were behind closed doors. Sleeping in the same bed was not the same anymore as it felt colder and more spacious.

And then this day, where you decided to finally go to the lab within the central Headquarters of the Fatui, the strong pull led you to a door in the cold murky dungeons of the fortress. Maybe this was where Pantalone wanted you to go to, and maybe it was because of his ‘pity’ that he gave you the key in order to finally free yourself of the lies they constantly fed you.

You turned the key with bated breath and steeled yourself as to what you will witness once inside.

And then you saw.

It was a large lab and as you walked about yous aw many other contraptions you’ve never seen before, each and everyone can easily take a life. Large tubes that looked large enough to hold a fully grown adult within it stood in the middle as if they were pillars holding up the whole place of what seemed to be like a cold metal hell for those unlucky enough to be taken in. You stepped closer to unravel on of the tubes and the sight was haunting. It made you want to hurl after seeing the contents, it was of a child well at least what resembles it, large boils covered its whole body each and every one of the lumps seemed to have its own life as they throbbed and wriggled. It was eating away at the host whose face was also covered in it, the only things that looked human to it was its eyes, they were empty, void of life as if simple waiting for its end. Unsatisfied, your hand moved to unravel the rest, it was a the same failed experiments of humans as marked on the label below, others had boils, some had more limbs than normal, and the rest had a tentacle like worms coming out of their body, all of them had the same expression of emptiness. The curtain was pulled away from the last tube to reveal a human in pristine condition, it was asleep without a care but what shook you the most that it felt like you were looking at yourself in the mirror. It was you, another you in a glass tube. So he made a clone of yours too, this was what Pierro and Pulcinella was talking about behind closed doors. This is the breakthrough they spoke of, a clone of yourself, a perfect vessel for your powers. What will happen to you then after they take it? Discarded? Killed? Many possibilities but all of it leading to your own demise.

Having fallen below, you let your body take control as if were a puppet. You went through his desk, reports upon reports of failed experiment were written out meticulously and in great detail, the next stack was about potential vessels all of them unnamed, he did not care whether they were women or children, as long as it fits his standard of candidates they were then all the same lab rats in his eyes. The clear disregard for ones life shows how much he’s become, how worse he got over the span of the years, feeding into his ideals and heresy. You wondered then were you just a long term project of his. Perhaps he too did not care about your own name as he’s ever called you through pet names. One of the drawers were locked and you assumed it was about the clones as you did not see any of it atop his desk nor in his shelf.

Like a marionette, you let yourself be guided by the destructive curiosity of your to wander even more, and like a helpless prisoner in your own mind you simply watched through the bars in agony as every truth was revealed.

The other room was more abominable than the last. Within it was a large cage in the corner and you were thankful it was empty, however you could not say the same for the gurney, and broke your mind further.

A woman, no older than twenty-two lay atop the gurney, skin painted in the sickly color of black, blue and yellow. She does not have long as her chest heaved in shallow laboured breaths. There were countless needle marks on both of her arms, you held her hand as she stirs from her slumber. Bleary eyes looking up at you, they were a beautiful forest green that reminded you of the calming and vibrant greenery back in Sumeru.

“Are you the twelfth he spoke of?” she asks you weakly

“I am.” you wanted to cry seeing her speak, she had more to life than this cruelty

“You know,” she begins, a lone tear leaving her eye “I was home tending to my the flock when they took me. Im glad lord harbinger that they didn’t take my family or celestia forbid my little siblings.” She still had faith in the archons even in this state. So you listened to her story, as if it were to compensate at least a little bit for the pain she has gone through. It tore through your own walls as every word she let go of were like a mallet against the bricks.

“I’m so sorry.” apologizing was pathetic, they were mere words at this point but you meant it even if they weren’t your sins to commit, you still asked for forgiveness if only your words could reach those who have passed then you would beg them too. “Im sorry.”

“I’m glad that its you to see me go than that demon. Thank you for listening to my story.”

You didn’t say anything as you continued to hold her dying gaze.

“May I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Please look after my family when I’m gone and if you can, tell them that I’m doing alright.” The woman tells you, a smile of relief stayed on her face, she trusts you.

“I promise, Nadya.” you try to mirror her smile but fails when more tears come out

“And please leave this place, someone such as you who is more sunlight than the bitter cold of this place do not belong in a place like this. You are meant for something far greater, I know it.” The vibrant thriving forest in her eyes began to die faster as he breathing became slower and her temperature dropped lower. This was it, to see another person die before you and you could do nothing about it. You mourned her and let the last wall break. Your heart went with hers.

…

“What do I get in return if I help this family on the outskirts Twelfth?” Pantalone stands across you from his office

“ Everyone of my assets. I won’t be needing them anymore.”

“To give up one’s assets is the same as giving up everything you’ve ever worked for and your position and yet you’re willing to do that just for a family you never even met?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning, thinking as to what may be the cause of your appeal and when it clicks he smiles up to you

“So you know. Now will you accept?” you hate how he knows everything

“If I do, I would like to know what you will do after.”

“How about I surprise you Regrator? You love don’t you?” you sneer as he just smiles on

“I love surprises Twelfth.” he pushes a contract to you “Sign here please.”

You wasted no time in signing it and you felt lighter, all these did not have meaning anymore to you after yesterday. The weight was lesser as you left his office and heading towards your own quarters within the palace, you didn’t want to go to the place that was built from lies and deception, it was not home anymore so you opted for the nearest place you can at least get lesser memories from.

What you didn’t expect was that the man you were trying to avoid was there, expecting you inside already. He stood on the balcony that overlooked the jagged cliff below.

“Darling, I was expecting you.” he greets you, a hand outstretched towards you. You say nothing as you step forward, your heart already burning from hurt, anger and guilt. Holding his hand wasn’t the same and gone was the heart fluttering feeling you feel whenever he kissed you.

“I saw it all.” you spoke, not once did you look at him as you told him all you’ve seen.The things he kept from you, the conversation, all the things you’ve heard and felt.

“So you’ve been there, darling--”

“You deceived me and I loved you blindly, Dottore. Now I wonder if anything of this was real ever since you became a harbinger.” tears began to flow down your cheek no matter how hard you tried to fight them back.

“It was all real my love, let me explain.” why did it hurt even more to hear him call you that, you didn’t believe it any longer

“Don’t you dare come to me and justify your crimes!” you never screamed at him like this in your whole relationship and you felt something break further and further within “You are just like them…”

It was true, the things he did was nothing different from how those who came after you, wanting your power. It was truly a burden, that damned blessing they coveted so, it destroyed you inside. And in your broken mind you dared to look up at him, the man was speechless for the first time.

“You changed so much over the years and now that I am presented with the truth, I could not see you in the same way as I did before. It hurts because until now there is still a part of me that loves you.” you hold your hand towards his cheek, maybe if times were different then it would not have come to this. “and I am sorry to do this.”

You are not willing to give them what they want and if this is the only way for their plan to fail or to set them back then so be it but it does not reassure the idea of them still bringing innocents into this grand conquest of theirs.

“What are you--” he feels warmth spread throughout his being, through every nerve, pore and fibre, he sees everything backwards but as it rewinds the memories of you are terminated from his memory drive, the conversation you have right now was even removed and instead replaced by one that made you into an enemy of the tsaritsa.

And in this fake memory you conjured he was ordered to kill you by a dagger to the heart. You released your hand, it took a toll on you, back finding itself against the doorway of the balcony. Manipulating memories were simply a part of the gift you carry and as you looked at the man before you once again, it felt different. You never told him about this part of your power.

“So the rat was here all along.” he smiles to himself, congratulating him for a job well done. He steps closer a dagger lurking beneath his coat as a gloved hand trails its way down your face. “It’s a shame to let a pretty thing like you go, you would have been a suitable specimen.”

“I will not submit to that foolish archon’s will.” you spat, making your acting more profound and then you feel it, the cold sharp sting that made itself home in your chest.

Finally.

It felt so light, so peaceful and so serene. There was no more weight on your shoulders. You felt free and you wondered as you look up to the sky with your tired but relieved eyes. Has freedom always felt like this? It was like being a bird in the sky, that soared through the clouds, eyes taking in anything and everything they see from above. Was this how those beautiful creatures felt like whenever they spread their wings?

It felt so warm even as your body touched the floor, all you could see was the sky, gray and gloomy as it may be but you saw your memories flashing by, the happy ones were stronger at least you would be carrying the memory of him not as the monster but as the man whom you’ve given your heart to, the man who held you when nightmares came to torment you, the man who read to you whenever it was your day off, the man who kissed you the hardest but held you softly, these were the memories of him you wanted to keep, even when it was fake you still wanted to keep it no matter how foolish it was because to you it was a good lie.

You close your eyes, the very same ones he loved to hold gaze to. And as you feel your breath come to halt all you could ever feel and think was freedom. You were so tired of running back then and now you were weary from the painful truth. Selfish as you may be, you left the world with a satisfied smile.

…

Ah, but that was your mistake.Overcome by your emotions you forgot that there was another. One that resembles him so much, one that represents him when he was too occupied with you in his grasp, one that was not your lover.

One that could never be him.

Your murderer.

His mind that has solved so much complex problems could not even comprehend why you were lying on the cold balcony floor, his clone staring down at you as if you were just on one of your weird antics.

“What are you doing darling?” he asks, a foot away from the doorway. You meters away from him

“Oh? You’re here.” his clone smiles at him, something’s changed he can tell by the way it smiled sadistically towards him “If you were here a bit earlier, you would’ve enjoyed torturing this human but here we are.”

“Torture them? What the fuck are you talking about?” that was until he gets closer, a better view as to what has actually befallen you.

Deep dark crimson liquid bloomed from your chest like a slow moving fountain from the knife that was his, it was kept in the drawer of his desk in the mansion but alas, you were too good at bringing forth objects from different places. Your clothes soaked it up greedily, akin to how grass thirsts for water. It was not beautiful at all, not when it was you who was in that situation.

Dottore stills, it was as if he himself was frozen in ice. He looks at you, eyes as red as the blood that poured out of you. Time has stopped and he seemed to feel the cold nip at his very being. How could this have happened? Finally a question he does not know the answer of. And it frustrates him, it eats him up inside bit by bit. His heart thumps within his chest, he does not know of this emotion but it hurts, it hurts him physically, his whole body just aches and he does not know why.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he finally snaps in rage, an emotion he’s quite well aware of, which he knows personally.

“I just did what her majesty told me to.” shrugs the other, the same face as his and the he realizes that this was the same face you saw before you died. The Tsaritsa never told him anything at all, as all orders are always relayed through Pierro and then to him, never had he directly received them from her.

He concludes that the clone did it on it’s own but for what motive he did not know of as it claims it was from the Tsaritsa herself. This one has become a failure, the closest a clone can be to being its creator.

If a creator can give life, it can take it away.

And so he did. He takes away the almost perfect creation that was made from his own flesh, with one bullet to the head it was all over. A gun, it was the most efficient way for someone who was not blessed by the archons he hated.

He does not feel any satisfaction as he watched the clone stumble back into the railing and fall into the cliff below. In fact he feels the numbing cold of the storm that razed throughout the center. He kneels down to pick up your limp body in his arms, were you this light? He does not care whether the blood soaks him too, in fact he embraces it as he embraces you.

This was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to save you from further decay upon looking at your results from the day you collapsed. That was why he made the vessel but what use is it when you are dead. It was all for naught and he still does not understand why this happened. Had someone threatened you? Were you ordered to?

What’s more he does not get it when he looks at your face, the serenity painted permanently on your face, like everything that was weighing you down left you and now you’re free and happy in relief that you can be whatever you want.

“You promised you were never going to leave me.” his voice comes out as a whisper, hands pulling your body closer to his. He does not even realize he’s shed tears as he buries his head into your shoulder.

“Why. Why. Why. WHY?!” it sounded so miserable at this point as if he was sent back to being a child who was scorned by his whole village. The cold nights where he would curse at celestia for how pitiful his life is.

He sat against the wall, behind him was the raging storm outside. Your body still encased in his arms with his coat wrapped around you as if to keep you warm. Time has long gone become irrelevant at this point, he just feels and feels until there is nothing else within the cavity of his chest, All of it going with you to wherever you are right now. And in the morning, when he has woken up, he does not find you in front of him, instead there was gold dust on where you once lay. Right, you too were an ethereal being.

He gathers it with no word, pale almost bluish hands struggle to put them all in the vial he has and as he gathers them, he leaves the pieces of himself instead, never to be part of him again.

Maybe that was why the Doctor always has that ridiculously large earring that contained blue liquid but if you did happen to look closely, there were millions of tiny gold dust in it.

Maybe that was why the Doctor covers half his face in order to not be reminded of the color that drained from your body that day.

Maybe that was why the Doctor has become more cruel to people, more ruthless, calculating and toyed with everything beneath and before him.

Maybe that was why the Doctor kept the file of you still locked in his desk, the one you could not open. It was there where he put a detailed procedure on how to extract the power in order for you to live longer and in harmony and bliss with him.

Maybe that was why the Doctor let the other you stay in that tube forever, because he wanted to remember what you looked like, frozen in that age you left him.

Maybe that was why Dottore had completed the part of who he is right now through your death.

Dedicated to : @kozapple (they requested it)

Happy Birthday :> mwah

ill try to get some doodles done. If i dont feel lazy lmao

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Through the Veins

Ignatius Sorrow fell through the veins of Teyvat; in Arkham, he contemplates. [Backstory for my Dottore Segment OC]

He didn’t belong here.

They all felt that way, of course, with few exceptions. Arkham was not a place one truly belonged. It clipped the wings of its inhabitants but never quite managed to do the job properly, leaving most passing through a rotating door.

Unless one was unlucky enough to be taken to the morgue rather than the infirmary. A case could be made that one was truly fortunate in that regard. No one went to Arkham and came out better for it.

Every Rogue knew each other’s stories and their quirks, or enough of them, at any rate. Merely a byproduct of the adversary they all had in common and the systems they danced through.

Except for Ignatius.

He had been traversing Irminsul at Prime’s request, navigating the veins of the world’s memories in an attempt to study whether primordial seawater was tainting some of the older roots. A pointless experiment, if he were to be critical of his creator. Then again, that same man split himself so many times that he couldn’t keep his own theories straight some days. Ignatius, although he held faint memories of a string of letters and numbers rather than a name, was only coming back when the internal Segment network failed and he lost consciousness.

Instead of hard stone and a sneer, he was greeted with hands rifling through his pockets and a swift kick to the ribs.

He got off lucky, he surmised, when he saw the rest of his surroundings.

Gotham City.

Dreary, miserable Gotham City, and all of its flashing Bat signals.

At the time, he hadn’t known or understood. This world was vastly different than Teyvat, than Irminsul, and all the laws combined. Whatever knowledge Prime passed down to his Segments about the universes connected by the world tree, it had not included Gotham.

A city protected by a masked vigilante who had technology so advanced only those with deep pockets could ever access. It was like Batman was begging the people to call him out, identify him. A challenge no one won, although everyone tried.

Ignatius recalled an incident at Dawn Winery that another once told; red hair and a mask and a sunburst phoenix. Always the rich, wasn’t it?

The lost Segment flew under the radar for a while. Got his identification, forged his credentials, found a job at Stagg Enterprises. Surprisingly easy to do. Or perhaps he was just used to bending rules for the sake of experiments.

Blue hair and red eyes didn’t stand out all that much here, not compared to the Clown Prince of Crime nor Poison Ivy; Ignatius looked normal by most standards for a director of research and development. And his face mask in the lab hid his sharpened teeth.

Neurological and memory enhancement were child’s play. Boredom set in within a few months.

Alleviated only by those who came to him with special projects or in need of specific compounds only he had access to.

Like Scarecrow.

Fear was one of many facets Ignatius and his brethren played with but only as one part of a whole picture. But Ignatius could respect the dedication to studying something so deeply that eventually, one might conquer all that it inhabited. It was not a dissimilar practice to his own, to Prime’s.

The extra cash had been helpful in obtaining more materials for his private work and having a mind who understood scientific practices and the need for objectivity was refreshing.

Until they were caught, of course.

Ignatius’ first encounter with the Batman hadn’t been terrifying in the least but it had brought back unpleasant memories of being tossed around for sport. His body, almost fully synthetic save the flesh that coated his metal skeleton, was thankfully intact when they shoved him into a cell in Arkham.

Where he sat now, holding up his earring to the light. He’d stolen it back from the guard who took it; Irminsul sap shouldn’t be in the hands of just anyone. Especially those who didn’t even know of its existence.

The teal liquid winked as an errant flash of light ran through it. A promise.

When he returned to Teyvat, whether it took a year or a century, Prime would pay for abandoning him.

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ilydottie · 1 month

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| Chapter Two: Hunger |

Warnings: Manipulation, Talk/Mention of Death, Sexual Assault/Harassment, Unspecified Medical Condition, Foreplay, Suggestive Content, 3.6k words.

A/n: Hello, hello I am here to offer you chapter two <3

The mission was simple: go to Mondstadt, gather the intel and successfully close the deal by whatever means necessary, but it was anything but simple. In fact, Cecilia had become painfully aware that she’d been given a simplified explanation for what was supposed to go down. I guess that’s why he was there. Although Cecilia didn’t expect it to go smoothly, this was indeed a disaster. When they had departed for Mondstadt she was given the rundown of what was to happen. She was to act not only as a spy but make the deal happen by whatever means necessary. The Fatui had made arrangements with a very wealthy family in Mondstadt, a family that Cecilia had supposedly known in her childhood. She wasn’t sure how they’d known about something that mattered so little, but she was in no position to speak on it

They were to arrive at the Fleischer’s home and attend the dinner they’d arranged. Cecilia and Dottore went over the plan once more before making their way to the mansion. When they finally arrived, Cecilia adjusted her very uncomfortable attire. It wasn’t that she’d never been expected to wear those types of clothing beforehand, rather it had been such a long time since she’d done so.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Cecilia whispered, head tilting close to Dottore’s.

Dottore tightened his grip on Cecilia, his arm hooked with hers. “Have faith in yourself.” He replied with a grin.

She swallowed hard and returned her gaze forward. He was right. She needed to be confident regardless of what those back in Snezhnaya would say. They weren’t here now, only her and Dottore were, and that’s the only people that mattered right now. She hadn’t realized until now just how shallow her breathing was, feeling her heart race as Dottore pulled her close to his side just slightly enough. She looked at Dottore and thought about saying something for a brief second, but was quickly silenced when she looked forward and saw the gate to the Fleischer home.

Cecilia and Dottore were greeted at the gate by some of the staff, both of them promptly took their coats before allowing the two of them to step onto the grounds. As they passed the gate Cecilia took that time to soak in her surroundings, analyze the sights, sounds, even the shrubbery and flowers which decorated the home. She was in awe at just how grand everything was, wondering if maybe she was visiting a renowned leader rather than a wealthy family.

Finally, they made their way to the door which led them straight into the lounge area, where they were greeted by Mr and Mrs Fleischer, along with their oldest son. Cecilia and Dottore both shook the couple’s hands and greeted them, then did the same with their oldest. Before they had a chance to venture inside the son had pulled Cecilia to the side with a strong grip. He kissed her hand and peered up at her with ravenous eyes.

“My, my, my, Cecilia, you’ve changed since the last time I saw you. You’re.. Taller than I remember.” He smiled, as if encouraging an inside joke. “Oh, and I am truly sorry about your father.” He said as if his voice was pure silk.

“Yes, we’re simply heartbroken over the loss of your father. He was a wonderful man.” The parents chimed in.

“Right, Cecilia?” The oldest asked.

She nodded and smiled. “Yes, of course. He was always so good to me and mother.”

Dottore watched the way Cecilia had become a different person in a matter of seconds, he was intrigued. Although, this did not fool him in the least. There was still something deeply disturbing about her.

“Well, I’d hate to keep up the line.” Cecilia said light heartedly, giving them a kind smile before moving forward.

The couple continued to greet the other guests as Cecilia and Dottore walked inside. All while the son watched from the side with a dark gleam in his eyes, continuing to smile even as they turned their back to him. Dottore kept a close eye on Cecilia as they ventured inside. They were greeted by both familiar and unfamiliar faces. She handled herself with grace even as her body very clearly trembled against his. If the other guests knew then they did not make it known.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, even with the fearful glances and many people pulling back as Dottore and Cecilia made their way through the crowd. After all, it was only natural that people would stare and whisper. Still, for the most part people minded their business and acted with respect and dignity.

Thanks to Cecilia the mission was going flawlessly. Cecilia had a connection to the family that no one in the Fatui possessed. She was the Fatui’s number one shot at getting this deal done the correct way. While she did not have the physical abilities of the average Fatui agent, much less that of a Harbinger, she did however have the connections and the ability to gain the trust of almost anyone they set in front of her. While Cecilia had a weak heart and even more malleable mind, she had a sort of talent when it came to getting too close for comfort. It made finding an enemy's weakness and exposing them easier with her around. If you were to ask Cecilia how she managed to do such an act while remaining so fragile, she’d probably become wounded and question where you got such a hurtful idea from. Although, if you were to ask Dottore, he’d tell you it was either a carefully crafted act or a much needed survival technique. Regardless, it was absolutely something that needed to be studied up close.

They had successfully gotten through two whole hours at the Fleischer home when it was announced that everyone was to gather into the dining room for supper. Dottore carefully helped Cecilia upright as they had begun to make their way to the table. Dottore went to a chair nearby, motioning with his eyes for Cecilia to take the chair opposite of him, but as she was about to sit down she was suddenly approached by the couple’s son, whom she had met earlier before.

“Cecilia, surely you’re not going to sit there. Come, sit next to me and my parents.” The man asked.

“And leave my friend here all by himself. I don’t know if I should..” Cecilia trailed off.

“He will be fine. You will be fine, won’t you, sir?” The man asked, eager to get close to Cecilia.

Dottore smiled, showing his sharp teeth. “I’ll be more than alright. Go, have fun you two.”

Dottore watched as she walked off with the man trailing behind her closer than he would’ve liked to admit. All that mattered was that she did her job right. Still, he couldn’t help but let his eyes follow Cecilia as she sat in her designated spot which happened to be directly beside the couple's eldest. Dottore rolled his eyes. He was making it so obvious.

Eventually everyone had sat down and the toasts had been made, then they had begun to eat that which was served to them. Some of the staff checked in here and there, but for the most part everyone was left to their own devices. Dottore spent his time finishing up the parts of his meal he enjoyed and was ultimately left alone with his only choice being to entertain himmself. Cecilia on the other hand was being tossed around in a conversation between the man, who she eventually found out was named Peter, and his parents. To say they were a lively bunch was an understatement. The three of them told stories of when Peter and Cecilia were young kids playing together, and the many memories they had shared. Many of which Cecilia had not remembered but had gone along with to keep the conversation going.

Everything was going smoothly, almost too well. This suspicion did not go unmissed by Cecliia and continued to remain on her toes. She proceeded to make small conversation, thinking of a way to sneak in the deal and seal it sweetly. Although the family were the ones who made the event come about, that did not make it any less important to The Fatui. Besides if all went well then many things would fall into place for the Fatui and they would have a very powerful tool to use at their disposal. Cecilia had started to feel light headed and dizzy, and abruptly excused herself so as to go to the bathroom. Really she just needed a moment to breathe.

As Cecilia made her way to the bathroom she passed by Dottore, exchanging a quick glance with him before looking forward, again. He could tell that something was amiss, Cecilia did not seem all there at that moment. Dottore remained in his seat, surveying the area as others made conversation with each other. He would not move unless absolutely necessary, he needn’t alarm anyone. It had been five, maybe ten minutes since Cecilia had left and still she hadn’t returned. Dottore grew annoyed. Did she really think so lowly of herself that she felt her presence mattered not? Dottore took a sip from his goblet, barely consuming any of the wine served to him, and scanned the room. That’s when he saw Peter getting up from the table and making his way towards Cecilia’s direction.

Strange. Dottore didn’t think twice about his motives and instead moved straight into action. He got up from his seat and made his way in the same direction, holding onto his drink to keep up with appearances. Once he had left the view of those in the dining hall he tossed his goblet into a nearby vase, continuing forward at a quickened pace until he reached the bathroom. He could hear two voices on the other side of the wall. One was low and the other sounded soft. He’d almost expected something like this to happen, for someone to over power her, which is the exact reason why he was to come along.

Sure, he was there to act as a representative of the Fatui amongst other things, be the eyes and ears just as Cecilia was, but he was also there to act as her shield. Cecilia was already very known to be physically unstable, her body growing weaker by each passing day, which is precisely why she needed someone who could be an extension of her abilities, or rather lack thereof. Simply put, Dottore was there to do what Cecilia could not. Which is why that mission was made all the more complicated by this dynamic. When the Tsaritsa had offered this assignment to The Harbinger, she disguised her word, giving the intention that he had a choice to begin with, but he knew better than that. He remembered her words well, ‘This change is not only necessary but beneficial.’ Perhaps she was right, maybe he had grown too impatient over time.

The Harbinger had to toss those thoughts to the wind. Although he did love to watch Cecilia from afar, it was not the time nor the place. So, without thinking he pushed his way through the door which had been unlocked. Walking in he saw the sight of the man cornering Cecilia who was backed up against a wall, dress hiked up high enough that Dottore saw more than he wished to. Without thinking Dottore grabbed Peter’s hand as it raised at Cecilia, gripping it tightly until he heard the man curse in pain.

“Now, now, that’s no way to treat a lady. Now, is it?”

Peter tried to get out of Dottore’s grip but he was too strong. Cecilia said nothing. She only stood there, feeling both shock and humiliation at her superior seeing her in such a compromising position.

“Get your hands off me!” Peter yelled.

Dottore did let go but only to assure no further damage happened. The man rubbed his wrist that had been forced immobile, soothing the pained area like a dog licking its wounded paw. “You’ll pay for this!” He pauses for a moment. “The deal is off, consider it out of the question.”

Dottore chuckled to himself. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

The man perks his head up before slowly inching closer to Dottore, challenging his words. “And why is that?” He spits back.

He chuckled to himself, again, before slowly approaching the man and whispering something into his ear. Cecilia tried to listen but Dottore’s voice was too quiet and she was far too unwell to hear anything but the constant ringing in her ears.

Damn this cursed body.

Cecilia blinks for a moment, feeling only seconds had passed, only to open her eyes and see that suddenly her and Dottore are the only ones there in that room. She felt weak, sicker than before. She tried to steady herself upright but she lost her balance, almost falling to the floor if it weren’t for Dottore’s arms that had caught her. He holds her upright, checking her temperature with the back of his palm and looking for any other symptoms he could easily identify. Her forehead was hot to the touch and breathing shallow. She would not last much longer on her feet, much less in the presence of so many unfamiliar people. Not only that but it was completely unsafe in the state she was in. He needed to at the very least make her look presentable for when they left the bathroom, fool the crowd into thinking all was indeed well.

Dottore had done good on tightening any loose ends before turning his full attention to Cecilia. Although he would most likely have to keep some of the more unsavory details from her, the deal was done. The last thing they needed to do was leave and return to the makeshift embassy back in Mondstadt City. Most people had left by now, some stragglers remained, but that did not mean they should. Thankfully Dottore was able to clean up Cecilia enough and keep her standing long enough to say their goodbyes to everyone, and assure that everything remained good on their end. As much as there had been too much unnecessary trouble it ended up working out in their favor. For, if it weren’t for Cecilia they might’ve never had the upperhand in the first place.

As much as Dottore would’ve loved for Cecilia to stand on her own two feet, she was completely incapable of doing so. So, he carried her the whole way, not wanting to risk any more problems. She’d slept in his arms for most of the journey, opening her eyes briefly here and there, but she’d only really awoken once they’d arrived at their room. Although, it was brief, as well. Cecilia had fallen back asleep the moment Dottore laid her onto the bed, her body resting comfortable against the mattress despite the various types of pain coursing through her. Her body writhed as she slept, her health worsening with each passing second.

Dottore sat in a chair that had occupied the corner of the room on the opposite wall. He watched her with sharp eyes, taking in the sight of her writhing form. Cecilia had been through a lot that day, more than even he had anticipated, but she did well. If it weren’t for her this mission would’ve all been a waste. Although this would most definitely be her last, her body was deteriorating quickly. It was happening at such a fast rate, all while her body (for the most part) seemed healthy enough. It was as if something was poisoning her body, bit by bit.

Slowly he got up from the chair and walked to her side of the bed, waving a hand in front of her face a few times before moving that hand elsewhere. He took his pointer and middle finger to check her pulse, and then rested the back of his palm against her forehead. Everything was warm, her heartbeat quick, but nothing too alarming. He’d thought for a second about sitting back down, continuing to watch her as if she was one of his patients, but he shook his head. Dottore looked at her once again before he turned off the lamp resting on the nightstand, then crawling into the other side of the bed.

It didn’t take long for Dottore to fall asleep, admittedly tired from the long day he had, but it took even less for him to wake. A hand had pulled at his shirt, her hand. He did not look at first, hoping the tugging would stop if he ignored it, but then he heard Cecilia let out a whimper and his eyes opened out of curiosity. She was barely cognizant, her eyes only open slightly as her body squirmed against his. She pawed at his shirt, wanting something she clearly couldn’t have. Fortunately for her, Dottore was feeling awfully generous. Maybe this would calm the unease that wrecked her body.

He turned to the side, making sure he could see her in fullview. Her eyes fluttered open as they locked on him. They were previously half-closed but then became wide open. She turned her face away in shame, realizing what had happened. Cecilia turned, facing her back to Dottore, and curled up in a ball.

“I’m sorry. That happens s-sometimes..” Her voice shook as well as her fragile body. “Let’s just.. Let’s just go back to sleep.”

Cecilia tried her best to ignore Dottore’s eyes which burned into the back of her skull.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Dottore said smoothly. “In fact—,” He continued as his arm wrapped around her waist. “—I could help you with your little predicament.”

As he had begun to lift up the skirt of her dress, Cecilia shuddered, feeling a sensation she wasn’t familiar with. He lingered at her hips until he slipped his hand underneath the band of her underwear, smiling when she shivered from his touch. Dottore moved until his fingers found home on her bud, slowly circling the bundle of nerves even as she shifted away from him.

“S-Sir, please. This isn’t— We shouldn’t..” She tried to deny him. Although she couldn’t help but arch her back as his movements quickened.

It felt good. So, so good. Her face became hot as one of her hands held onto Dottore’s arm, tightening her grip with every shock of electricity that ran up her spine. His fingers were quick and nimble.

“Relax.” Dottore reassured her.

Cecilia was feeling this all for the first time. She’d never had someone do this to her before, at least not like this, not when she was so willing. Her body ached and yearned for more. Whatever he wanted to give to her, she’d take it without a second thought. Cecilia started to whimper, tears fell from her cheeks from the intense euphoria that washed over her.

“Please..” She whimpered.

Dottore leaned his mouth against her ear, still rubbing circles against her bundle of nerves. “Shh, it’s okay.”

Although Cecilia knew his words were thick with deception she couldn’t help but melt in his arms. Dottore kept a steady pace as Cecilia’s hips bucked, wanting more and more friction than what was offered to her. Everything felt wondrous, maybe too much. Still, she couldn’t help but let her high envelop her when it did.

“That’s it.” He cooed. “You’re doing wonderful, my little lamb.”

His words were the trigger that allowed her to fully let go, feeling as if she was drowning in pure pleasure. Her body curled as she felt herself release against his fingertips. She couldn’t help but feel dizzy and relaxed after what had just happened. Cecilia’s head fell against the pillow, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Carefully Dottore pulled his hand out from underneath her dress, then wrapped it around her waist lazily.

They both embraced each other until Cecilia started to slip into a sleepy state, then Dottore unhooked himself from her form and turned on his side. As she slept soundly in bed, Dottore was filled with many thoughts. All of them only furthering his intrigue for Miss Cecilia. She was so fragile, pathetic, it was astounding. Someone like her didn’t belong. So then why was she in the Fatui in the first place? Many theories and what if’s swam through The Doctor’s mind.

Cecilia was a riddle he desperately needed to decode. If not for an answer, then perhaps for the sheer satisfaction that he simply could. He thought back to that day, focusing on all the symptoms she displayed and how they’d impacted her, how long they lasted, the severity, etc. It was clear some of the symptoms were psychosomatic but he’d need to do some tests just to be sure. Then there was the subject of delusions being an impossible option for her. She was a peculiar case. He’d never heard of anyone being unable to use a delusion. Sure, it had its side effects but nothing one couldn’t handle.

Cecilia was a mystery, warm and confusing. Dottore rolled his eyes, how annoying. You’d think with her history she’d learn to be wary of others, but instead she jumped headfirst into trouble. It was as if she welcomed discourse, challenging it only to cower in fear. She was… interesting to say the least. Sadly as much as the thoughts kept him awake he forced his eyes shut and pushed them to the side. Both had a long trip ahead of them tomorrow and they couldn’t risk another mishap. He’d keep all of these theories in mind, wait until he was back in the lab to truly study his little experiment. Cecilia could still prove useful to not just the Fatui, but him as well.

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mewmewtric · 2 years

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Too many dottores

Dottore(s) x gender neutral reader, dottore clones loving the same person

Agent @jackplushie , you miss me? Shoot to Thrill plays in the background

(i’d love to tag more dottore enjoyers but theres literally no one else i know)

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You don’t remember the first time you met Dottore. Or when it happened. Just a vague memory of being reassigned as the lab assistant of a fatui harbinger. It was all a blur. Nothing besides the fact that you were assigned to assist one of the most dangerous harbingers. One who tested unspeakable things on children. One who did not have a sliver of conscience.

You joined the Fatui because you hated the gods. And the Fatui, the fools who wanted to defy them, had the same goals. But you ended up here, with a madman. Bringing him equipment, compiling his results, at least the work is rather standard... save for the occasional high pitched scream from the lab.

The man himself was very unpredictable. Sometimes he would be in a calm, serious mood, doing his tasks and leaving without saying a word. Sometimes he would laugh and sneer as he gleefully does horrible experiments. Sometimes... he would try to flirt with you as you help him clean and compile his data, asking you whether you would be free after the day. Which did not make sense since he seemed to work 24 hours a day, with slots spaced out during the whole day, even the early morning. Luckily you only took the day shift, but normally you’d reject the offers.

But sometimes, he would sing.

Once in a while, always in afternoons, he would sing as he did his work. Dottore, the mad scientist, would sing. And he sang well. Deep and soothing, his voice seemed to carry across the lab, mixing with screams when a live human specimen is being used. Sometime you would stop for a short while to hear him.

And he noticed.

“Do you like it?” His voice came from behind you. “I do not condone distractedness in my lab.”

“MY APOLOGIES SIR!” You may have warmed up to him a little, but you are still rather afraid of him. Your back straightened painfully, the equipment in your hands nearly falling out.

“You’re lucky it’s me you’re dealing with. I wouldn’t be so... forgiving at other times.” He grinned widely, showing rows of sharp teeth. “How about I sing for you later?”

“No thank you, sir.”

“You’re lying. Don’t lie to me. Besides, I’m free after this.”

“You have another experiment 30 minutes after this one.”

“Stop caring about him.”

Him?

“I, as your assistant, have to remind you about YOUR OWN schedule.”

“So you really don’t want to be with me later. It’s alright. Go ahead and kiss up to that asshole.”

“Ok I’ll go, I’ll go. Happy?”

You had used a very... inappropriate tone against your boss. But his mood swings were so irritating that you just lashed out. Kissing up to that asshole? What’s wrong with kissing up to your own boss?

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“Why are you late?”

Dottore stared at you from across the lab. You were back from a walk with him, and somehow he was already back in the lab before you even entered. But did you not last see him seeing you off with an unnerving smile on his face?

“Were you not talking to me earlier-”

“Oh... him.”

Dottore sneered. He made a sound, almost like a laugh.

“Why would you care about such a weakling?”

“You’re calling yourself a weakling?”

“You dare call me a weakling?”

“Dottore, you just called yourself one-”

“Aha...ahahaha... If I must prove it to you to convince you...Well, this project can wait a while.”

Dottore grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the lab. Anyone else would have fought back and questioned him, but not you. You’re too used to him doing this. He’d always drag you to where he needed you to be in the labs, because oh, everything must be perfect and he did not trust you to make judgements yourself. Unless he was feeling nice.

A few steps down the corridor... You met Dottore.

Wait.

You looked at the Dottore grabbing your wrist.

And the one staring at you down the corridor.

Another one...

“You really like to spoil my experiments, don’t you?” The Dottore standing at the corridor sneered at the one holding your wrists.

“I don’t see the point of fooling them any longer. Now we are all free to compete.”

You tried to wriggle away. Being left out of the conversation and feeling like an idiot was something you hated.

“Alright, how many of you are there?”

One of the Dottores spoke, “At least 24, last I checked. Fortunately for us, only three are here.”

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Only three are here.

Three Dottores were three too many. Ever since the three of them showed up in front of you, they seemed to always ask for - no, demand- your time.

Your schedule got filled up more and more. You used to work for some other researchers as well, but now it’s Dottore after Dottore. There would always be one lurking near the door outside when you were helping one with their work. Sometimes they would come inside whenever, in the words of one of them (you can’t tell the difference between one another yet), “he gets a little too close to you.”

One of would hum a tune as he worked with you, sneaking sweet love songs to you while he does his horrific experiments. Occasionally asking you to sing with him, always in his own world, talking about his grandiose fantasies. Leaning into you, sharing his wonderful creations.

Another, he would silently follow you, away from your sight when not performing experiments. You did not know why, but you could feel a presence behind you sometimes. Especially when you’re with another one of them. A soft scratch of paper and pen. Almost quiet footsteps. Someone was taking note of everything about you.

The last one... He was interesting. Or annoying. Whichever it is.

Because he still treated you like an experiment.

None of that torture that his lab rats go through, no. But something else.

The way he pampered you, sent you all different kinds of gifts, tried many ways to obviously steal your heart... there’s little sincerity in them. You knew. He looked at you an unfeeling aura. Like when he documented results. Was he just using you as a test subject on how to win a heart? You would never know... but that thought lingers in your mind...

But dealing with three Dottores, it was a big burden to bear. Three of the same person, vying for attention. It was almost hilarious. If not for the fact that your heart slowly started to beat for him...them...

Why? Why did you look forward to the times after your lab sessions with him? When whoever it was would try to hold you back, just a little while longer, to strike up a conversation or ask for some time after work. But then he would see another version of himself and scowl and walk away.

But it felt like every single time any one of them does this, your face became even warmer, your stutter worse, as the differences between them became so much more clearer, yet your heart races for all three of them...

Behind their death glares to one another, their whispered threats, your strained response when they try to flirt, the tug you have towards each of them, you knew.

You got caught by them, hook, line, sinker. And them? Probably head over heels.

But that means that you can also try to reel in a couple of the clones of the second Harbinger. Hopefully. Although there’s little hope, there’s nothing wrong with trying. Especially since you still did not know whether some of them are sincere or not.

So why not have some fun?

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legendarybearknightcookie · 2 years

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Out In the Snow

Hi! This is the first fanfic i’ve ever posted! Up to now, I’ve just been typing away ideas on a google doc but my lovely obsession with Dottore makes me think that I’ll be writing more about him this year. So, I was hoping to post these as I complete them :) (I kinda just write fanfics for fun, and don’t really care much about grammar so uh. Sorry for the run-on sentences! :,D)

Here is a short fanfic. Backstory...you’re Scaramouche’s assistant who got injured so he takes you to the best doctor he knows, Dottore. He’s not very happy about it, but does so anyhow lol. You’re not very happy with either of the psychopaths and have been trying to get away from the fatui for a while now.

I originally wrote this before Dottore’s in-game design came out, but the descriptions of his outfit works pretty well with his new design. So feel free to imagine him however you’d like!

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WARNING: a bit of non-consent! Because what’s a Dottore fanfic without it! WHOO! (I know u whores like it)

The wind was howling in rage, snowflakes sharply flew against your cheeks and your clothing was damp to your knees. Every inhale was icy cold, sending sharp pangs to your frigid lungs. You cling onto your flimsy coat, knuckles whiting as you did so. The only warmth your body provided was from the ferocity that lit your persistence, but even that was weakening. The father you got the more you were starting to lose hope. Your initial arrival there didn’t seem nearly as far as this. But you knew that that mad man would be out there chasing you, even in this weather. Your sniffling became more frequent and your drowsiness grew with every step. You were starting to fear the reality of the circumstances. Even if you failed to reach a town, he might not find you and you’d stay frozen in the snow.

Your thoughts kept trying to rationalize your decision, you even felt a tang of guilt for leaving.

“Maybe he wasn’t that bad, I know he’s human, he was just treated unfairly. I left without saying anything, maybe…I overreacted, maybe he’s out there panicked that he can’t find me. Maybe he truly cares. More than Scaramouche? At least he treats me as though I’m interesting...worth something” your mind races with thoughts as though you were in a fevered state.

The snowy trees before you begin to blur, more unclear than the storm had already made them seem. You were gasping for air at this point, not realizing how much the altitude had affected you. So you stood still, barely having enough strength to stand. You were convinced that if you could just lie down for a moment, it would ease the heaviness you felt. Still gripping your coat, you crumbled to the ground, your legs giving in halfway. You were shaking, trembling. You’ve clearly overestimated yourself, but you were too exasperated to even give into your tiresome thoughts. There you were quivering in a ball, as you let the snow cover your form.

Somehow, just barely, you could make out a shape in the distance. In foolish optimism, you kept your eyes open in hopes that it was someone who could help. When the figure headed in your direction you smiled weakly, only focusing on the in’s and out’s of your breath as your savior neared. But your dazed state faded as soon as you heard that deep, manic, chuckle.

Even then, your adrenaline rushed at the sound of his voice, and you attempted to lift yourself from the ground. Your arms were far too weak though, hands slipping beneath you each time you tried. Tears began to well up in defeat as the crunch of his footsteps came to a halt.

Dottore still hadn’t spoken, he loomed over you grinning as his coat ruffled in the wind. You stopped struggling. As if you were some sort of prey, you froze up when he looked at you like that. You felt the dread pent up inside you. You wanted to be saved by him but you were far too afraid of the repercussions. You held your breath, sniffing back your tears, everything felt far more terrifying like this. Small. Fragile. Bunny.

Dottore broke the silence with a softer tone than you had expected, but the anger in his voice was still present underneath “My, my look what we have here, another test subject~ It seems I’ve been running low recently, my favorite one decided to ran away.” he taunted.

He lowered himself to your level and you could see his features more clearly this way. You damn yourself for looking up so admirably. “Did you really believe you could make it in this weather with only a lab coat that you stole from my workroom?” he scoffed and you wanted to bark back, but you were far too aspirated to do so.

“Honestly, I'm impressed you made it this far little assistant. But I would have found you either way~” His tone wavered, as he broke into a small fit of laughter. You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a whine. He was just crouching there watching you freeze, and you were growing more and more desperate.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re helpless like this. Maybe I should just leave you here to let you ponder what you’ve done” he was still grinning wildly, observing your reactions as he continued “…but I won’t, that prissy harbinger would throw a fit if he knew I let you die”

Every time he spoke you could see the warm puffs of air escape his mouth. He was covered in layered coats, you’re sure he designed especially for weather like this. He seemed so warm…all you wanted was to be near him. In a moment of weakness, you reached out a shaking hand trying to hold onto a piece of his clothing. He simply followed your hand with a stern, uncaring gaze. Letting you struggle for a moment before pulling away. The edges of his lips twitched, as he amusedly watched the distress in your eyes, but he didn’t torture you for too long. In an act of humanity, he picked you up and held you close to his chest.

“If you’re smart, you should never try something like this ever again…” his voice lowered, almost to a growl. His tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, heeding his warning.

—-- (Dottore’s Perspective)------

In all honesty, he felt relieved.

When you had left without notice, it drove him over the edge. He left the lab in a blind panic, leaving the fatui guards worried about his inevitable outrage. He worried that you may have found the tracker he placed on you and broke out of it, but that anxiety had faded the moment he had you in his grasp again.

It was mesmerizing how you could simultaneously bring him such distress and peace. He needed you there with him, but he also understood why Scaramouche had been so desperate to have you back and well. He would have to let you go soon. But not now. For now, he would try to keep you with him as long as possible.

Letting out another puff of air he looked down at your now sleeping form. Snowflakes dusted your eyelashes, your cheeks were tainted pink from the cold. When he arrived back, he laid you near the fire going off to grab medication to lower your fever. He sighed again, looking at your weak demeanor, even in your sleep you were trembling. He had no doubt that he could cure you, but he didn’t like to see you…like this. On the other hand, you were perfectly vulnerable and reliant on him in this state. He decided that it would be best to focus on that aspect instead.

He lifted you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your figure, and placed his coat over you for added warmth. Stilly, he observed your breathing, the way your plump lips stood slightly agape. He never considered himself much of a flustered man but you often seemed to bring out this side of him. His gloved hand slid along your chin bringing your face up to his level. He can’t help himself, you look too perfect like this.

His fingers play with your cheeks, snickering quietly as your lips pulse in and out. Somehow, he finds this all calming. To toy with your sleeping form as he admires it all. He bites his lower lip in a small sense of restraint but ultimately gives in. Kissing you softly, and then deeply. His porcelain mask tilting as more of his lips press against yours, hungrily taking advantage of your unaware state. His sharp teeth nick your skin, as his hand holds your face firmly still. A part of him wishes you were awake, but it was better this way, when you weren’t trying to struggle out of his grasp.

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Tada!! Let me know what you think! Critiques are gladly welcomed :)

#dottore #fanfic #dottore fanfic #genshin #genshin x reader #scaramouche #dottore x reader

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em0zombie · 4 months

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NSFW Genshin twitter links ! PT2

`🐈‍⬛` . ִ ֗ MDNI ! - Character mentions: Dottore, Childe, Albedo, Tighnari, Lyney

Childe

- Lil rough, stressed Childe

- Backseat of the car fun

- JERKIN AWFFFF

Dottore

- Spanking

- Long day after work

- Messy eating amen

Albedo

- Lazy riding

- Using ur thighs !

- Fastbedo

Tighnari

- Breeding…

- Rough on ya’

- Outside fun

Lyney

- Face riding

- Magic hands !

- Lyney being needy

PT 2 with the women coming soon (mainly fem reader w them though…!)

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sweet-almonds · 2 years

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Their favorite places to kiss you !

their favorite places to kiss you feat: cyno, alhaitham, scaramouche, dottore, tighnari.

genre: sfw

ꔛ cyno

i feel like his would definitely be collarbones, he just loves how when he sits on your lap when you are doing work, he can just put his head on the crook of your neck, and from there, he can just mark you. his kisses would be so tender and soft, it would make your work more tolerable.

after he feels satisfied with one side, he would immediately go to the other, making sure to mark the other side completely. he just thinks your little whimpers and moans are the most heavenly sounds he has ever heard. rest assured, everyone would know who you belonged to.

ꔛ alhaitham

his would be the classic, your hands. everytime you two go on a date or somewhere fancy, he would always greet you and kiss your hand. he just thinks its a form of respect and compassion. he would also use this to his advantage, just to feel your soft hands on his lips.

but when you two are actually closer, he would hold your hand not only on dates, but in public in general! he would also like to hold it at home too, when you two are watching a movie or talking on the couch, he would be holding your hand the entire time, kissing it occasionally. he doesn't know why, but he feels as if he lets go of your hand, you would just disappear. he has lost many things, but you will not become one of them.

ꔛ scaramouche

this cocky man loves your thighs, every chance he gets, he goes over to you to either put a hand on your thigh when you two are in either a meeting or dinner. he loves the feeling of them on the tip of his fingers, lightly squishing them, you would give him a glare, but guess what? he doesn't care.

when you two would get home from the supposed dinner/meeting, oh boy is he all over you. when you are on the couch, he would immediately sit on your lap, giving kisses on your thighs. he would be the type to kiss them and immediately mark them, he just feels as if he owns you, and you are just his, and he is just yours.

ꔛ dottore

oh archons, your lips will be the death of him. it goes from quick little kisses when he goes to his lab, to a full make-out session. he loves them, your lips are just so soft, they are even more addicting then his passion for experimenting people. he would always invite you to his lab to "help" him with his experiments, but he just uses as an excuse to kiss you.

and when it does come to a make-out session, he will put the blame on you that you were the one that "distracted" him from his studies, sneaky little thing. when you both would get home though, he would close the bedroom door, sneak a arm through your waist, and kiss you. safe to say, you two have a very fun night.

ꔛ tighnari

he doesn't have a lot of time in his hands, so the tip of your nose is always the solution. he needs to work a lot, for taking care of the villagers, taking care of collei's illness, so when he is in a hurry, he always says a quick i love you and a little kiss on the nose.

but when he gets home, ohh are you giving him some kisses, he always giggles and gives you a little peck on the nose. whenever you are reading a book or cooking, he always catches you by surprise and gives you a little peck on the nose or the cheek. overall its an amazing time.

#genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno headcanons #sumeru #tighnari #al haitham #cyno x reader #alhaitham x reader #scaramouche x reader #dottore x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #scaramouche #dottore

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decayedgloria · 10 months

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sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you.

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear.

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned.

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it?

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold.

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice.

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more.

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair.

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

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underfaller · 9 months

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Chapter 9: θ

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: medical gore Word count: 2.7k

The Great Il Dottore has much better things to do than mentor his assistant.

Yet here he is, guiding your trembling hands as he shows you how to properly hold a scalpel. Dottore gestures towards the cadaver on the table as he teaches. It isn’t as if he’s doing this solely out of kindness; part of Dottore’s desire to teach you is so he doesn’t have to prepare subjects and other menial prepwork.

Still, Dottore can’t completely understand why he agreed to this extra--frankly trivial--work. Perhaps it was that fiery determination you showed yesterday that even he couldn’t ignore. Or perhaps Dottore really did enjoy hearing himself talk as he prattles on to you. He’d always likened himself to an exemplary tutor since his Akademiya days.

Or perhaps, Columbina is right-- he is going soft.

Dottore doesn’t think so. He is that same unshakable, ruthless man he was when he first joined the Fatui. Maybe even more so. Which is why he didn’t like the Third saying such things. It was nonsensical even for her.. Yet, it still sowed seeds of doubt in his mind that he quickly uprooted. It was simply more foolishness the Doctor would rather not waste mental energy on.

You two certainly aren’t on amicable terms, either. He still dislikes you very much and is very obvious about it. You’re weak, insufferable vermin heralding from the very gods he despises and curses with every breath. It makes sense for him to hate you. What doesn’t make sense is why you interest him so much. He would not tolerate such weakness in others-- yet he can’t help but revel in it when it’s you . No matter how many times he tries, Dottore can’t absolutely disregard you. You’re like a worm in his brain-- a parasite he has no way of extracting. That is why Dottore couldn’t--no, he wouldn’t-- let you go just yet. You insult and fight him, yet beg for your life in the same breath. You’re so obedient yet unruly.

So obviously self loathing, yet arrogant to a fault.

You are the very meaning of illogical-- a contradictory mess of an individual.

You are an enigma that only Dottore himself thought worthy of solving. He didn’t see you as a person but rather a puzzle or problem to decipher. You are his to be dissected and to break and mold into whatever he wants.

As he observes you, your words ring in Dottore’s mind.

No matter the cost.

Dottore silently laughs. Your words are the exact same as his own from long, long ago. The same words that put him on such a bloody, tenacious yet erudite path.

Is that why? Why he is so fascinated with you?

He reasons it may be because you remind Dottore of himself in his younger days. That determination, that unruly mouth, that thirst for knowledge that you are so willing to sacrifice even your sanity for-- you are an almost spitting image of him.

Dottore didn’t know if he should hate you more for that.

He did know, however, that he wouldn’t accept that. You are Celestial scum. For someone of the gods to be such a reflection of him-- it is much too disgusting to swallow.

So, despite his distaste for the illogical, Dottore did the most illogical thing by intentionally defying such a blatant fact.

“Come now. This one isn’t alive at least.”

You sigh at his admonishment. “It’s still difficult.”

“What’s a better educational tool for learning about mortals than a mortal itself?” Dottore responds, before grinning slyly. “Unless this is too difficult for you.”

You glare at him.

He is used to that. He finds it entertaining to anger you, especially with your short temper.

“It’s not. It actually seems quite simple,” You shoot back before furrowing your brow. “But does it have to be corpses? Albeit better than living subjects… Isn’t it a bit wrong to desecrate the deceased like this? Do you not have any morals?”

“I think you can deduce the answer to such a question,” Dottore laughs. “Besides, the gods see mortals as nothing but playthings. I am simply following their example.”

“Do you liken yourself to a god?”

“Better than one, my darling.”

“Tch.”

You shake your head but don’t argue further. Instead, you grip the blade in your hand even tighter, grimacing as you slice the thin lines Dottore has carefully marked on this subject. He notices your obvious disgust and tension and smirks. It’s obvious the gusto you had before starting was a front.

How far would you truly go for knowledge? How long would it be till you wanted to quit?

He didn’t plan to let you give up so easily when the time came.

“You know you are quite good at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

His words are mocking but there is a fragment of sincerity in them. Despite your trembling, you manage to cut through the subject precisely and surprisingly accurately. It’s certainly better than what he expected.

Though, from his experience, you’ve always been good with a knife-- especially when it was aimed at him.

Dottore cocks his head, peering at your stricken face. Were you going to cry once more? He hopes not-- it would be inconvenient to the task at hand.

“Only that one time…” Your words drift as you avert your eyes.

Were you still upset? He barely even remembered your mishap. Why would someone not even human care for such fleeting lives?

“Hmm…That’s correct. See? You’ve already improved so much. Though, this is a much more controlled experiment and well, you don’t have to worry about killing this one.”

Dottore pats your head, playfully. He can see your jaw clench in annoyance as you continue your work. When you finish, he takes the scalpel from you.

“I’ll take it from here. You can watch beside me.”

You nod.

Dottore is eager to start. Observing such work is simply unsatisfying for him. He’s always been a more hands-on person. He is not against hard work when it’s worth his time. He enjoys the dirtiness, the grime, the viscerality of his work. Most would be at least a bit squeamish at the things he did, but Dottore is not like most. No, this does not make him squeamish.

On the contrary, it makes him feel alive.

Dottore unravels a section of the subject’s small intestine, pulling it out of its crevice before cleanly slicing it open. The noise of him digging through squelching insides and the occasional clink of metal fills the quiet lab. Periodically, he glances at you. You observe him quietly, intermittently writing notes. You certainly aren’t a talkative individual-- at least when there was no conversation to be made. It’s one of your better qualities, for sure.

He soon notices you wince as he continues his work. Dottore raises an eyebrow.

“What is it now?”

“Nothing… the smell is just…”

“It’s the formaldehyde, not the subject itself.”

“I can’t stand it still. It doesn’t erase the scent of death,” You mutter.

“Well, it is what keeps these subjects from rotting. That would smell much worse, no?”

“True.”

Dottore turns back to the table, muttering aloud.

"Subject 11. Cause of death was an oversaturation of Archon Residue. Discoloration in digestive organs as well as internal, thermal burns."

He carefully uses the tweezers between his slender fingers, plucking the semi iridescent beads from the intestinal lining. Dottore drops them into a small glass vial, each one clinking softly as they fall.

"What is that?"

"Archon Residue. When consumed orally, it seems to be fatal to humans. It reverted back to its crystallized form instead of digesting properly, see?"

He beckons you to come closer. You look at the subject's split organ with an emotionless face. Dottore sighs.

"We'll need a lot more according to the journal. I regret using such a valuable resource on such frivolous experiments. But alas, what's done is done."

"Where will you get more?" You tilt your head curiously.

"That's the million Mora question, isn't it?" Dottore says. "I have some ideas. Don't you worry your pretty little head."

"I'm not worrying."

"Hmph. Alright, little birdie."

As Dottore finishes extracting the Archon Residue, he raises an eyebrow, pausing for a moment. He doesn't have to turn towards you to know your face is wrought with disapproval.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who wants to learn. This is how I teach. Besides, you can’t possibly learn everything from books like you’re used to. It simply isn’t practical,” Dottore remarks.

“It certainly is safer," You mutter quietly.

Dottore scoffs at that. He’s certainly heard that before.

“Pfft. Safety stunts discovery. True scholars aren’t afraid to take risks.”

"... I suppose."

You had so much to learn.

“You really should try to be tidier, Doctor. Perhaps then, you would be able to find things easier.”

“My dear, you aren’t here to lecture me on my domestic habits. Now get back to work.”

You huff, continuing to sweep the study’s dusty floorboards. Dottore tasked you with cleaning his office. You initially thought that such a task could be completed in an hour, but you’ve once again underestimated how messy the Doctor is.

It’s no wonder he’s constantly misplacing things. You think, exasperated as you sweep heaping mounds of dust, bits of paper, and other pieces of trash into a dustpan.

Dottore explains it’s because he’s much too busy. He has much more intellectual matters on his mind to do something as mundane as cleaning. You know it's a lazy excuse for his incompetence. Despite his ingenuity, Dottore is absolutely dismal at anything domestic. You’re starting to wonder how he’s survived this long.

Despite your annoyance in this moment, you can’t complain too much. Dottore’s kept his word, teaching you quite a bit of mortals and the world you’re now stuck in. You grimace at his grisly methods but you greedily absorb the knowledge he gives you. You forgot how invested you initially were in mortals, how much you loved discovering new things, how eager you were to learn. It pains you a bit to admit that the Doctor is actually quite a good teacher.

It makes you almost excited to see him every day. Almost.

Of course, Dottore still tasks you with busy work on top of your translating and his Khaenri'ahn lessons, but you enjoyed learning of this realm enough to overlook everything else.

Since your outburst, Dottore has been treating you slightly differently. You can’t quite pin what it is, but something certainly has changed since that day. The Doctor is much more open to your questions, much more generous when it comes to information. You know Dottore still doesn’t respect you in the slightest, but he tolerates you more, at least. You can say the same about him… for the most part.

You aren’t friends, but your relationship has definitely progressed from a mad scientist and his lab rat.

As you clean, your eyes linger on an open letter laying haphazardly on his desk. It’s addressed to the First Harbinger. Your interest peaks.

“Doctor, may I ask you something?”

Dottore doesn’t reply. He’s sitting at his desk, feet propped on his desk as he reads over the notes he wrote for their experiment earlier that day.

“What are the Fatui Harbingers exactly?”

At first you think he’ll continue to ignore you, but to your mild surprise, Dottore answers.

“We’re the executive heads of the Fatui. Being the most capable and powerful, we’ve been given absolute authority over all manners domestically and overseas. In Snezhnaya, we are judge, jury, and executioner since the Tsaritsa is all but absent in her country’s affairs.”

The Tsaritsa. You haven’t heard that name since you left Celestia. You know little of the Cryo Archon, only that she is obviously not a favorite of the Light Realm considering how Celestia wanted to give her such a threatening message. You’ve long resigned the belief that you’ll pass it to the god.

After all, I am no longer a Heavenly Messenger.

Not in Celestia’s nor my eyes.

You shouldn't feel relieved of such a fact, but part of you did. You've been in so much emotional turmoil over Celestia's abandonment. The emptiness you now feel towards your creators is a cold acceptance of the facts. It was better than trying to fight what is already over.

Perhaps the work Dottore gives you is for the best. You’ve noticed that throwing yourself into your tasks distracts you from overthinking. The only way to push away your doubts and ill thoughts is to busy yourself with other things. You would not fall apart, not after your revelation of Celestia.

No, you need to keep it together, even if the glue is spite.

Besides, I have other things to focus on now.

You press the Doctor further, letting your curiosity distract you from your task at hand.

“So there are more of you?”

“Unfortunately so. It was much better when it was only Pierro and I. Four's a crowd.”

“Four?”

“You’ve met Columbina. She is a third rate Harbinger but a first rate annoyance. Bothersome little pest. I avoid her as much as possible,” Dottore continues reading as he speaks. “Then there is La Signora, the Fair Lady. As pretentious as her name. Though, she is more manageable in conversation than The Damslette.”

Dottore frowns, shaking his head in disdain as he thinks of his colleagues.

“Pierro is the only sensible one of the bunch. It’s no wonder he’s the Director. Straight to the point and focused on his goals. I can respect that.”

Dottore looks up, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Now, can you please be quiet? Less questions, more cleaning, little birdie.”

“Fine, fine.”

You continue to clean in silence, occasionally glancing at the Doctor immersed in his work. The stillness of the room is eerie, yet a bit calming. It is these quiet moments that hold some sort of sane normalcy in your life.

Though you never know if this is truly peace or simply the calm before a storm.

You wipe the sweat from your brow. You’re almost done. As you get to work organizing the very, very messy bookshelf behind Dottore’s desk, you can’t help but notice their titles. The Folio of Foliage, Gray’s Anatomy, Elemental Energy in Correlation With Eleazar … You delicately pull the third book from the shelf, flipping through it. It’s old and very well-read, barely kept together by its binding. Your fingers rests on the title page. Oddly, the author’s name is scratched out, scribbled furiously over with black ink. You try to make out the letters as best you can.

Za….

A page falls out of the book and you quickly pick it up. At first, you’re frightened that the book is actually falling apart but fortunately, this page doesn’t seem to be a part of this particular book. Instead, it seems to be part of an article for a place called the Sumeru Akademiya, particularly the School of Spantamad. You look at the faded picture of the grand university against a background of lush trees. It looks beautiful. If things had gone differently in your life, perhaps you’d want to travel there one day.

You finish putting the books in order, exhaling with relief as you look around. The office is now immaculate-- a stark difference from what it was this morning. You can only hope Dottore doesn’t mess it up anytime soon… though you don’t have much confidence in that.

You turn once more to the bookshelf. It may not be what you usually read, but you truly did miss the feeling of a book in your hands. It wasn’t as if you were completely disinterested in their subjects either; you want to know what these mortal authors have to say about their world.

Hence, you can[‘t help but ask one final question.

“Doctor, can I borrow some of these? To read, I mean.”

“I don’t know, can you?”

You take a sharp inhale through your nostrils. You're lucky your back is turned so he doesn't see you roll your eyes.

Why is he like this?

“Alright. May I? ”

Dottore dismissively waves his hand.

“Fine.”

His mind is obviously elsewhere when he answers, but you take it as a definite yes. You eagerly look through the shelf once more, taking a few copies that spark your interest.

“Just don’t ruin them.”

You flip through one of the books you picked. Dozens of pages are dog tagged. Some portions are highlighted, while unreadable scribbles hide any sort of margins. Towards the middle of the book, a full page is ripped out. You raise an eyebrow.

“Noted.”

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#fic: dead doves do not mourn #dottore #il dottore #dottore fanfic #dottore x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #cross posted on ao3

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