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mothmanperson · 2 years

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||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

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cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

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minzart · 1 year

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This took so long XD

Anyway these 3. In a battle. Let me dream

[Close ups bellow]

#minz doodles #minzart #gi #genshin #genshin impact #capitano #columbina #art #artist on tumblr #fatui #ill dottore #harbingers #top 3 harbingers

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crabopank · 1 year

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Some Dottore compilation?? I appreciate him as character who’s vibing like “Yall dumb and it’s both exausting and funny”

mostly drawn before all harbinger were shown

#genshin impact #dottore #ill dottore #genshin dottore

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guns4grrlz · 7 months

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YIPEE

#dottore #ill dottore #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin dottore #fanart #genshin #god hes so fine

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kasuna-kotonoha · 7 months

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Arleccchino being the 4th Harbinger is cool and all, BUT WTF HAPPENED TO THE 10TH????????? WHERE TF ARE THEY? BECAUSE IT SURE AS HELL AIN"T CAPITANO. WHY HAS NOTHING BEEN MENTIONED ABOUT THEM?????

Is it not a literal plot hole? Because idk if you remember, but revealing all the Harbingers was kind of a big f*cking deal. Everyone was there except for Signora (dead) and Scaramouche (mentioned)

And now apparently the 10th wasn't there either? why?!?

I see a few possibilities.

They're alive, just unmentioned (Unlikely. You don't use a 12th person reveal on a measly rank 10. Especially not without foreshadowing)

They're dead. (Possible, but you'd think they'd have mentioned it by now.)

Childe was ranked 11th just because? (Perhaps because he's that much younger and newer than everyone else) (Possible, but I don't know about this one)

That seats going to get filled over the course of the game, possibly by the Traveler. (Maybe. Probably the route they're going to go, if I had to guess.)

(And no, I do not subscribe to the theory that Crepus was a Harbinger. Owning a delusion is not as much of a smoking gun as people seem to think)

#To be clear I'm not atucally that mad about it #Just that every thing in game rn makes it seem like she should have been tenth not fourth #and I kinda hate the idea of an “oh look there's actually 12 people!” reveal #But it looks like that's where the story is headed.#pierro #il capitano #ill dottore #columbina #arlecchino #pulcinella #scarmouche #sandrone #la signora #pantalone #childe #tartaglia #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #genshin impact theory

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han11dh · 11 months

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•A Chance Encounter•

- hello, please keep in mind that i'm a begginer with writing stuff. If there's any mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, please do tell me. I really appreticiate it, thank you. <3 -

Dottore x fem!reader

The streets of Sumeru were alive with the vibrant energy of the bustling city. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow upon the cobblestone pathways as people hurriedly made their way through the narrow alleyways. Among them was a young woman named (Y/N), a talented medical student with a passion for history and a heart filled with curiosity.

On this particular day, (Y/N) found herself wandering through the famous Sumeru City, mesmerized by the grandeur of the sculptures that adorned the town. Lost in her own world, she hardly noticed the crowd that had gathered around a street performer. Curiosity piqued, she made her way closer to see what the commotion was all about.

As (Y/N) pushed her way through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a man with a striking appearance. He stood tall and proud, his light blue hair neatly combed back, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was dressed in a traditional Renaissance outfit, complete with a flowing cape and a feathered hat. It was none other than the famed street performer, Dottore.

Dottore was known throughout the city for his remarkable skills in science and his uncanny ability to captivate his audience with his wit and charm. His performances were filled with laughter and awe, leaving the spectators wanting more. Intrigued by his reputation, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him.

As Dottore continued his act, (Y/N) watched in amazement as he effortlessly injected a needle, then watching his poor victim. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the square. (Y/N) couldn't help but join in, clapping her hands together with enthusiasm.

Caught up in the excitement, (Y/N) didn't notice Dottore's gaze shifting in her direction. The applause died down, and as the crowd dispersed, she found herself face-to-face with the charismatic performer. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he observed her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dottore's voice was smooth and velvety, drawing (Y/N) further into his enchantment. "A beautiful maiden lost in the maze of Florence, perhaps?"

Flustered by his sudden attention, (Y/N) managed to find her voice. "Oh, I... um, I'm not lost. Just... captivated by your experiments."

Dottore chuckled, a melodious sound that made (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat. "Ah, I see. So, you are one who appreciates the fine arts, then?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his captivating gaze. "Yes, I've always had a deep admiration for the arts and the wonders they bring."

Dottore tilted his head, a playful smile dancing upon his lips. "Well, my dear, you have piqued my curiosity. How about we take a leisurely stroll through the streets of the Sumeru? I could show you some of the hidden gems this city has to offer."

(Y/N)'s heart raced at the thought of spending more time with Dottore. She couldn't resist his charming offer. "I would be honored, Dottore."

And so, together, they ventured into the labyrinthine streets of Florence, their laughter and conversation blending harmoniously with the city's rich history. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow upon their surroundings, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that this chance encounter was the start of something extraordinary.

TIME SKIP

The sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange, as (Y/N) and Dottore strolled through the narrow streets of Sumeru. The city seemed to come alive with whispered secrets and hidden wonders as they weaved through the labyrinthine alleys.

Dottore's knowledge of Sumeru's history was unparalleled. He regaled (Y/N) with captivating tales of the city's past, bringing the ancient architecture and famous artworks to life. With each step they took, (Y/N) found herself falling deeper under the spell of Dottore's words and his infectious enthusiasm.

They arrived at the famed Apam Woods, it's elegan branches reaching deep into the starry sky. The caves buzzed with activity as merchants displayed their interests, and the tinkling sounds of laughter and adoration filled the air. Dottore leaned against the stone railing, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"(Y/N), my dear, let me show you something truly extraordinary," he said, extending his hand towards her.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, the weight of the unknown mingling with anticipation. But there was something about Dottore's charisma that drew her closer, melting away her reservations. She placed her hand in his, and together they walked towards a hidden cave beneath the cliff.

As they stepped into the quiet sanctuary, Dottore reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, weathered notebook. Its pages were filled with sketches, notes, and cryptic symbols. He flipped through its worn pages, stopping at a particular drawing.

"Behold, the lost legend of the Dendro Archon," Dottore proclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Legend has it that beneath this cave lies a hidden passage, a secret tunnel leading to a forgotten world."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened with wonder. She couldn't believe she was about to embark on a journey into the unknown, all in the company of this enigmatic scientist. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she nodded, ready to uncover the mysteries that awaited them.

Dottore led (Y/N) through a concealed entrance, and they descended into the depths of the underground passage. The air grew cooler, and the echoes of their footsteps reverberated through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, painting the tunnel with an ethereal glow.

As they ventured deeper into the unknown, Dottore's voice filled the silence with tales of ancient civilizations and lost treasures. (Y/N) listened intently, her imagination running wild with the possibilities that lay ahead.

Finally, they emerged into a hidden chamber bathed in soft candlelight. The room was adorned with artifacts and relics, each holding a piece of history within its grasp. Ancient manuscripts and maps lined the walls, and intricate artworks adorned every available surface. It was a treasure trove of knowledge and beauty.

Dottore's eyes shone with a mixture of pride and affection as he observed (Y/N)'s awe-struck expression. "This, my dear, is my sanctuary. A place where the past intertwines with the present, where stories come to life."

(Y/N) approached one of the illuminated manuscripts, her fingers tracing the delicate script. "It's... breathtaking," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence.

Dottore stepped closer, his presence comforting yet electrifying. "It is yours to explore, to unravel the mysteries of the past, and create new stories that will resonate for generations to come."

In that moment, (Y/N) realized that she had stumbled upon more than just a chance encounter with a captivating scientist. She had found a kindred spirit, someone who shared her love for history, adventure, and the magic of the world.

As the candlelight flickered, casting shadows upon their faces, (Y/N) and Dottore exchanged a knowing glance. Their hearts danced to the rhythm of shared dreams, and in that hidden chamber beneath the Sumeru city, a bond was forged that would defy time itself.

#genshin #genshin impact #il dottore #ill dottore #dottore #genshin scenarios #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #ill dottore x reader #begginer

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sebfreak · 1 month

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the fact he will come back and burn this tree down omg omgomgomgomgogmgomgogmogmg yes!!!!!!!

#genshin impact #dottore #fatui harbingers #king <3 #dottore my beloved #ill dottore

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mistymem0ryy · 1 year

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Il Dottore x Reader

The Fall of Icarus Chapter 2 - Recollections of burned days

The reader is yet again gender neutral (I use some french pet names but they are given with the different manners of addressing for different genders)

Summary: Some recollections of the time spent between you and Zandik during your Academia years, from your Uncle’s illness to an expediction in the hills of Snezhnaya that shed light upon unspoken words.

Author’s notes: I know you all have been asking for a part 2 for this “series” and with exams and assignments I could not bring myself to write it sooner. I am currently working on a Pierro fanfic and some Kazuha stuff on the sidelines so drafting and creating this was quite the ordeal. I am prioritizing Chapter 3 (and probably the final one) of this series since Chapter 2 is mainly things that hapenned in the past... have mercy on me I am but a humble uni student...

{no beta we die like Zandik’s assistants}

Chapter 1

Word count: 3491

Fire banishes matter from existence, but memory, memory prevails among the ashes, it creeks and coils from within its own cadaver, it challenges the flames into an eternal duel.

You can feel the coldness from the unforgiving weather slowly protrude through your shivering body, you had previously prepared for this sort of situation but it is one of those scenarios that when found in actual practice instead of theory are more complex than previously thought.

Unbeknownst to your freezing body, the blue haired man that is walking alongside your frame, silently clutching to the ends of the thick fabric from your outer garments, finds himself cursing in unison with your shivering protests.

The matter of his complaints is quite different from yours.

Had the gods looked upon him with a different eye he would have received a pyro vision in order to aid your chilling body, to transform himself into your sole bringer of warmth while traveling the borders of Snezhnaya, he would have perhaps even used the situation as a scapegoat into your longing embrace, but such a thing would never be admitted out loud.

And yet no divine light emanated from the inside of his layering fur jacket, no sign or symbol of any gods’ approval, reminding him of the cruel present.

He had never been gifted by the Gods.

No matter how ambitious and deserving he was, it was as if the deities up above looked at him directly with sole scorn.

To believe that from all of the archons, the one governing the matters of Love would be the one to recognize Zandik’s greatness.

The only thing he could hope for was that the flames from your own intent would be powerful enough to purify his icy heart out of this putrid existence.

A fate similar to that of Icarus did not sound that unappealing after all.

“I think I can finally see the camp set by the others! Zandik hold on for a little longer okay?”

If any other person had addressed him in such a casual manner his facial features would have been consumed by a degrading sneer, but this wasn't any other pestering academic peer ready to drain his brains out with mindless chatter, it was you, the only soul he had found “tolerable” in the last passing years of his existence within the walls of the Academia.

The only sign that he had even been capable of hearing and processing your words clearly had been his slight push of your furry jacket, as if silently saying “I am here with you, I trust you enough to become my eyes. Do not break that trust”.

The plan that you had previously carved alongside Zandik during your voyage from the Academia’s dorms to the camp in Schneznaya’s southern border had quickly been thrown to the wolves and ravaged by their unforgivable teeth. Both of you were in your fourth academic year, which meant you would finally be allowed to go into a professional scientific expedition alongside some of your upperclassmen and actually put the last years of long lectures and cramming to the test of nature and skill.

You initially had the opportunity of choosing between 3 different expeditions and the one related with abnormal elemental phenomena in one of the borders located within the winter nation had stricken your interest. The moment you had your papers in hand you went straight to Zandik, who was as expected hidden within a smaller fraction of the left wing’s library surrounded by books concerning his most resurging obsession with ruin guards.

You decided that the most adequate approach would be to begin questioning him on what his choice will be, perhaps the one exploration in Natlan will have caught his eye-

“All of these expeditions are utter rubbish and I find no interest in a single one, honestly who do the Sages think we are? A bunch of fresh first years that will tremble at the sight of some unnatural fauna? For shame… ”

Your strained smile surrenders to an annoyed look that has slowly but surely become your signature expression as of late.

“The only shameful thing that will happen will be you failing this project if you end up treating it as a field trip, there will be older examiners looking into our every move and this is a unique opportunity to redeem yourself in the eyes of the Sages”

“Redeem myself of what exactly?”

Dangerous territory. You were aware of it. The subject of surging rumors was one both you and Zandik had silently agreed to not discuss out loud, it was the sort of thing that was unconsciously known between those that share a bond similar to the one both of you possessed.

“Look, we’ve talked about this okay. I do not think it was your fault, you simply happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, her death… it was a tragedy yes, but this whole academia is a social ecosystem of its own, people strive out of the failure of others and then hide it behind disingenuous apologies. Most of these people admired and worshiped you during first year and now with these rumors they see an opportunity to strike you down-”

“I have reassured you countless times that I do not care about what those brainless imbeciles think of m-”

“I know. Trust me I do. But this is not a matter of caring. This could seriously damage your career as a scientist Zandik, independently of how much of an excellent researcher you could be. I just think it would be better for you to lay low for now, after the whole thesis business that happened last term, i-... I got genuinely scared, okay?”

It was true, Zandik developed a new theme for his soon to be thesis after having his last one rejected, and it came as no surprise to everyone when the Sages decided that his new theme was as outlandish as the previous one. To add unto that the rumors of Zandik’s supposed involvement in the murder of one of your classmates wasn't exactly helpful either, the funeral had taken place some weeks ago but the masses of gossiping students did not cease from growing even during the Academia’s supposed mourning period.

There were interrogations, you remember clearly the moment Zandik was snatched from your side and led away by Sumerian authorities, the gaze that he directed at you sent the message perfectly “Do not follow me. Do not get involved. I got this covered. If you even dare to insert yourself in this mess I’ll kill you, bring you back to life, and then kill you again”. He did not exactly have a way with words, but goddamn those eyes could tell you a whole lot about whatever machinations were taking place within his mind.

Sohreh was her name. She had taken your place as Zandik’s lab partner during one of his research projects regarding the reverse engineering of ruin guards. You and Zandik had been planning that project for more than a year, but when your uncle was suddenly stricken with an unknown illness you chose to pack your bags and temporarily interrupt your studies to take care of him in Fontaine. Zandik had offered to send some expensive sumerian healers instead of you, but you stood your ground firmly, the only reason you were even able to frequent the Academia was thanks to your uncle’s generosity that paid for your entrance exams. You were going to go back and heal him back to health just like he had done to you countless times during your rather frail childhood.

During that period of time Zandik made sure to write to you nearly every day, even though the beginning of his letters were always filled with enquiries regarding yours and your uncle’s well being they quickly turned into long rants regarding Sohreh’s unprofessionalism and supposed complete inability to catch up with his chaotic process, even thought he would never admit that even upon written word.

“She insists on displacing important elements of my bibliography and is unable to catalog simple essays according to theme and density.”

“She is always late and treats my research as a pastime of hers. If you were here we would have been through half of the process by now.”

“She told me I looked handsome.”

At the moment you laughed hysterically from the confines of the Fontaine styled kitchen where you read most of his letters while preparing your uncle’s morning coffee, but your laugh was quickly cut short by frigid realization. It was quite well known around the Academia the fact that when directing oneself towards Zandik it would be wise to take into account every single syllable that leaves one’s lips. Being referred to as “Handsome” or “Young” were adjectives that the blue haired student despised ardently, when asked for an explanation behind his disdain nothing coherent came out of it.

You had known Sohreh, you were never exactly close but during your first year when no set groups were yet formed and everyone mingled in conversation without any boundary present you had found yourself in some rather… weird chats with her… Some would call her confident but you honestly could not comprehend the appeal of her loudness and directness, you never complained though, simply transforming your chats into smiles in the corridor to not even acknowledging each other if not strictly necessary.

You later found out that she had gossiped about your behavior among some of your peers, you did not took it to heart, you knew people like her and their overly sociable nature, she wasn't the first person that you had encountered that derived pleasure from humiliating others from behind the curtains and she certainly would not be the last. You had frequented various schools in Fontaine, and if you were completely honest the level of social nastiness in the Academia could not even compare to a common preparatory school in your home country.

But one thing was she annoying you.

Another thing was she getting on Zandik’s nerves.

Two awfully different situations with catastrophically contrasting outcomes.

At a certain point during your uncle’s recovery the flow of letters diminished greatly, until your fear and anxiety began to intermingle with each other after you hadn’t heard from Zandik in 4 consecutive days.

On the fifth day you received a telegram.

“The Furies have been slayed,

Icarus must not burn but his wings shall turn to ash,

The labyrinth deepens.

-Z”

You and Zandik had originally bonded over your mutual fascination with ancient myth, not only did he referred to you by the name of the fallen youth but you had both agreed to communicate in code in situations in which it was strictly necessary, like when commenting on a noisy classmate, when gossiping about an annoying professor, when attempting to bargain with a Sumerian merchant for supplies, when tragedy was amiss.

You quickly burned the telegram and rethought his words.

“The Furies have been slayed”

“Icarus must not burn but his wings shall turn to ash”

“The Labyrinth deepens”

Something was clearly wrong and your first instinct was to grab paper and quill and question him in regards to his absence until you realized that it was too late for that. It was as if your stomach had been emptied of all substance, an emptiness that spread and spread like an infectious disease, the last time you felt such a weight upon your frame was when Zandik’s laboratory caught fire and due to some anomaly in the design of the eastern wing from the building the quantity of toxic gas began to accumulate and suffocate your peers one by one.

Zandik was able to leave the building nearly intact and actually turned out to be the only one capable of saving the rest of your colleagues which allowed a subsequent ushering of the by then growing rumors. But that did not alleviate the fact that he had been locked up in a sealed laboratory that could have suffocated him to death in a matter of minutes.

You hurried those thoughts away and had made your decision by midday.

You had to return to Sumeru.

Immediately.

Your uncle’s situation had improved greatly thanks to your care and you were certain that he could take it on from here at least for the next few weeks before you return for a check in.

“Is it that boy again?”

“Who?” You were currently packing your bags and making sure your uncle had enough supplies for the next few days. Of course he had noticed your recent skirmishes, after all you did read some of Zandik’s letters to your uncle during his more conscious moments, he insisted on calling him “the boy”, no matter how many times you remembered him that Zandik was already of age and no longer the teenager you got lost with in the various corridors of the Academia during your uncontrollable first year.

“You know exactly who I am talking about… He always was… quite the quirky one wasn't he? Is he in any sort of trouble?”

You sigh and take a moment before answering. “I don’t know.”

“You know I am happy for you don’t you?” Where was this coming from?

“You are no longer in the risk of death there is no need to begin a sentimental speech uncle” You halfheartedly laugh while directing yourself to the man next to the open window that graces you with the view of rural Fontaine.

So many things were capable of bringing happiness in this forgotten town and yet his face remained strict, undiscoverable, as if hiding something willingly and fearing the outcome of its liberation to the world.

“I am not playing mon|ma chéri. You don’t know how grateful I am for you coming to rescue me in this situation… But I must ask you to be more careful from now on.”

You did not liked where this conversation was going, but remained silent in order to let him speak his mind.

“I remember how happy I was when you first told me that you had finally made a friend, not an acquaintance, not someone you speak solely to not be alone during group projects, but an actual friend. On top of all that you were studying in one of the best academies of Teyvat, you are my greatest pride and joy, ma vie…But I must warn you that I don’t like where things are going, every day so many talking and newspapers of fires and scholars dying unexpectedly… It scares me because you are there… Our neighbor Meursault, his mother… You probably already know but his mother worked in one of those fancy departments in the Academia, she died in one of those Ruin guards expeditions… Terrible, terrible thing…The boy hasn’t shown a single emotion since… People talk… Fear arises… I do not like where this is going, not at all… and that boy,well if he's your friend then i'm fine with that… but i still ask you to be careful that’s all…”

“The Labyrinth deepens”

There was nowhere else to turn, your mind was made up, and you quickly said your goodbyes to your uncle… This sudden sickness, the problems in the Academia, his fear, it all began to interconnect in your mind…

If you weren’t going to burn…

Then who was?

You were almost there, you could feel it in your freezing blood. Carrying nearly the whole weight of the full body belonging to an adult man was, most probably, not in your best rationally taken decisions list but it was the necessary means to an end.

And that end was only some meters ahead, you could barely discern some of the lightning up ahead, a symbol of civilization, of life, human life awaiting to aid you.

You hadn’t been talking to Zadik prior to this expedition. Even though you both seemed to be on good terms after your return his coldness towards you began to develop in parallel with the rumors regarding his behavior. After leaving the dorms and entering the caravans to your current destination alongside the other scholars it was as if a switch had been pressed and he returned to being and acting as your normal Zandik (how normal that is in nature is , of course, up to debate).

He talked with you through the whole voyage as if you hadn't been nearly begging him to at least look in your direction in the last few tormenting weeks. You wanted to yell. Ask him, no, demand from him the reason behind his sudden refusal to even direct his gaze towards you. But something told you that it wasn't the time for that. That it was better for you to gulp your pride down and allow yourself this moment of grace, you never know when those that you cherish the most are walking towards a point of no return, you let his side remarks and silly banter consume you, and allow yourself in that moment, to be not a scientist and neither a scholar, but rather a simple human all over again.

After setting up camp early that morning with some other students, you and Zandik had been tasked to complete some rounds around some nearby sights and regain some samples from local dying flora, during that period Zandik’s demeanor gradually become more serious and alert, you asked him for the source of his worries but he only limited himself to silently sushing you and continue on his path, this was getting tiring.

While having your attention grasped by some rather strange elemental residues near a cave you did not notice Zandik’s prolonged absence.

You only noticed his scream.

No matter how irritable, how enraged, Zandik never lowered himself to the point of actually elevating his voice to such a degree.

You had never heard him scream.

It was raw, primordial.

It was as if he was burning from the inside out.

You remember running hastily towards the source of that petrifying sound and the sight that you were met with reminded you of one of those blood soaked war paintings you attentively gauged at in Fontaine’s Art Museum during your trips with your Uncle to the capital.

The fallen soldier, glory destroyed, a reawakening. A resurrection.

Night was arriving step by step.

Zandik was trying to elevate himself from his kneeling position.

His eyes were bleeding.

You had one priority now and it was to grab Zandik, leave that cavern, and return to camp before the unforgivable winter night catched up to you. You reached him from behind and even though his body freezed for a slight second, ready to retaliate whomever dared to touch him, by the moment he noticed it was your arm reaching in his aid, he relaxed and allowed you to do whatever you thought fit.

You had no idea what had just happened within the confines of that cavern.

You did not see it but you could smell it. Whatever was beginning to rot in the confines of that cave you did not wish to meet face to face.

Just some more steps and you'll be laughing about it all.

Just some more steps and Zandik will be able to be given first aid and then explain everything to you clearly.

Just some more steps and it will all be back to how it used to be-

“Zandik”

A voice reverberated through the mountains, it traveled with the strong winds and reached you in no time. That was not the voice of a meager scholar getting used to the terrain.

That was the voice of someone familiar with the flow of air and therefore of sound within these grave air conditions.

“ZANDIK”

Was the voice getting louder or were you getting nearer to the source? You could feel Zandik begin to frantically pull on your jacket and you momentarily ripped your gaze from the camp and dared to search for the origin of that voice.

It was all beginning to come together.

Were you blindly building a puzzle all along?

You could feel your body paralyze, not due to the hours you have spent without a nutritious meal and neither due to the freezing temperatures of Snezhnaya, but rather due to sheer all consuming fear.

The type of fear that follows you for years beyond, the type of fear that haunts you in whatever corner of the world you decide to hide. You opened your mouth and remained silent for a while, until you couldn't even feel the words anxiously leaving your lips, as if in a rush to be freed from the confinement of your vocal cords.

You directed your frightened gaze towards the male you had been carrying around through the snowy terrain, no matter how many times you insisted on his adulthood and mature character to others, in that precise moment he looked like nothing but a boy.

“Zandik, why are those Fatui soldiers calling you?”

“And why is there a Harbinger among them?“

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greatgnome13 · 3 months

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Ciao, I decided to draw something cute for my 200 Telegram subscribers. As a result, I drew Dottore and Ivanovich. And I also drew furry Ivanovich.

#art #illustration #painting #artist on tambler #artists on tumblr #drawing #tumblr draw #digital drawing #digital art #cute art #furry #furry art #furry fandom #genshin impact npc #genshin impact #il dottore #ill dottore

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stupidneko · 4 months

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stupid man, with their stupid crow themes and their stupid hairstyle and stupid thin waist for me to grab onto arrgghh

#neko's shit post #ill dottore #dire crowley

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matildemachadoart · 9 months

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Painting based of Dottore without his hair pubes, prime mask (?)

I like him quiet a lot

#art #dottore #genshin #fatui #fanart #genshin impact #ill dottore #webttore #prime dottore #genshin leaks #the doctor

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mothmanperson · 2 years

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||Teamaker, Peacemaker||

??? x gn!reader

tw: spit

cw: enemies to lovers???, rivals to something, tension, spitting on ones tea, spicy but no smut sorry :(

i was drinking tea and listening to two feet so blame those for this.

i made this so you could basically imagine any male harbinger in this but i think childe, scaramouche or dottore fit best.

crossposted on ao3

for both male and gender neutral reader since there are no pronouns used

part two. part three

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

you held back all your anger, your face remaining the same stone cold like it has been before, like it always has been.

the tsaritsa wanted you to mend your 'relationship' with him. the ungrateful little man(bitch) besides you.

you were sure you were both more tense than ever. seething hatred radiated off of your bodies. you could feel it and you were sure everyone else could aswell. even the guards outside were sweating.

this all wouldn't have happened if he just kept his mouth shut.

this rivalry of yours has been going on since the day the two of you had been introduced to each other, you could just feel his bad vibes the exact time he stepped into your line of vision.

the mocking look in his eyes, as if you were beneath him.

unbelievable, when in reality it was the other way around.

but no. day by day he continued to laugh at your face for everything you did.

the way you talked, walked and went about your day.

and archon's forgive you made one oh-so little mistake. he would never let you live it down.

forever.

if smugness and malicious intent were a person it had to be him. him, with his stupid little grin like he had something against you, like he would tear you down and get you on your knees.

no.

that can't happen, it won't.

those times are long over.

when her highness was done explaining your 'punishment', the both of you were escorted to a secluded room. it hasn't been in use for ages but it was still cleaned and a nice fire was burning to compete against the harsh weather of snezhnaya.

while you sat down on the seat which had its back to the fire, he didn't went to sit down at all, rather looking at the small collection of books in the bookshelf.

before the guards left you requested for some of your precious tea, you have just gotten a new delivery yesterday and you were delighted.

you would have tried it yesterday but your 'problem' just had to open his mouth. and then you did something you very much regretted now.

you could hear a 'tsk' form your fellow harbinger, though he still had his back turned.

"do you have a problem with me brewing tea? would you perhaps also like a cup?" you asked as you poured the hot water over the tea. the see-through water turning a warm yellow-orange almost instantly.

"oh no no- i just really don't get how someone could be so obsessed with something as simple as a cup of tea. it seems like a waste of time... i mean leaf water is all it really is, isn't it?" he answered and finally turned, his ever smug face present on his oh-so pretty face.

you really wanted to repeatedly slam it into the frozen ground so nothing was left but a clumpy mush of hair, bone, brain matter and blood.

who knows, with a little sugar it might make a good tea... then again you heard somewhere that human brain causes an incurable disease.

you watched him unimpressed as he sat opposite of you, your hand couldn't help but twitch in slight annoyance.

of course, he noticed.

"hah- you're to easy- as soon as i start talking bad about your 'passion', i press your buttons more and more- come on i know just raging inside. haha you really can't keep your emotions in check. what a bad example for a fatui harbinger" he laughed doen on you, as his eyes sharpened.

says you

he waited for your next move, your next slip up so he could tear you down more, so he might be able to make you able to beg him to stop, to get you down on your knees and beg for him to stop harassing you each and everytime you saw each other.

but not with you.

you closed your eyes and took a breath as you poured your tea, the infused steam of the tea filling your lungs.

it made you relax just slightly. it always has.

to his surprise, you poured a second cup of tea and pushed it to his side of the table.

he took a glance at the steaming cup and then back to you. his before confused face turned sly again, he took his cup to his lips and for a second you really thought he was gonna drink it.

but rather he collected a good amount of spit in his mouth, before disrespecting the golden water by spitting in it.

your grip on your cup tightened and your eyebrow twitched.

he stared at you the whole time he did it. intensely so. you saw something flicker in his eyes you couldn't quite read.

he set his cup back down, and took advantage of your shock as he took your own cup and downed it like it was fire water. another disrespecting move on his side.

(he regretted that since it burned his mouth, throat and stomach. he would have to deal with that later)

with a seemingly innocent grin he pushed his cup to you.

"i'm offering you my tea as a peacemaking contract, drink it and i'm never going to bother you again" he chuckled, he had to hold back his laughter.

so he thinks he has won, huh?

you face turned cold again, and with slow hands you reached for the cup. you could still see the thick bubblly liquid swimming on top of your his (your?) tea.

with stared at him the whole time.

scanning his cute little face twitch and change into confusion, shock then disgust. it was amusing to see.

your lips met his cups rim and you took a sip out of the cup. you both stared each other down, no one wanting to submit, to admit defeat and back off.

with your second sip you finished the small cup and you set it down back on the table.

he felt shivers down his spine when you licked your lips, getting each and every last drop of the hot liquid before you hummed in delight.

"it had quite the taste to it. maybe i should let you spit in my tea more often, or maybe put in something different from your body"

"now then, it is time for me to take my leave, since we're on even ground now we have nothing to talk about anymore no? our request has been fulfilled" and thus you left. and had you been turned around you would have seen the blush covering his face ears and neck.

he didn't want to know what you were implying (he knew)

you now had the same smug and sly grin on your face that he had before. and his vanished without a trace.

you stood up.

"fucking bitch"

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