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dawndelion-winery · 1 year
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"Would You Still Love Me"
"If I was a worm?"
Ft. Dottore, Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche
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Dottore:
"Of all the stupid things you could ask me..."
Stares judgementally at you, expecting you to revoke the question
Pinches the bridge if his nose and sighs when you don't
His scowl crumbles a little when you seem upset
"So you wouldn't love me if I suddenly turned into a worm."
Comes to the sudden realisation that if you're upset with him, you'll be less compliant...for science
C'mon, he's not gonna admit he's in it for the cuddles, not even in his head
Brings you a set of blueprints and a glass enclosure
"This is where you'd stay if you were a worm. I have three different design plans, so choose wisely because that's how your worm home will look for the rest of your life. You'll have a little worm car after four months if I haven't found a cure, however unlikely that is."
He will tell you all of his plans on what he'll do if you become a worm and you can't stop him because you started it
Your hypothetical worm situation is now fully prepared for, whether you like it or not
Wouldn't recommend because the diet he has planned for worm you doesn't look very appetising
Kazuha:
"You'd travel on my shoulder on in my pocket so I can share poetry with you."
Ruffles your hair and pinches your cheeks
If you swat him away he'll insist he was only checking if you were becoming a worm
Carries on like it was nothing after that
If you ask again he'll remind you that he'll love you regardless of what form you take
This does, unfortunately, spark some odd terms of endearment
You are now his "precious worm", "beloved wormy", "sweet wriggly", "fleshy straw", etc
They get progressively worse
But he swears it's all affectionate
"I'd love you if you became a leaf."
"That wasn't the question-"
"Every leaf has it's own tune when you play it like a flute, I wonder what yours would be."
Xiao:
Stares at you for a good while
"Why would you ever be a worm?"
You don't need to elaborate, because he'll eventually sigh and give in, intertwining his fingers with yours as he assures you he would
Still confused on why you'd be a worm though
But rest assured you would be the safest worm in the whole of Teyvat because nothing can touch you so long as Xiao is taking care of you
You're his little wormy, and he'll carry you in his palm when he's high up so you can have a nice view
Always worried he might misplace you or accidentally step on you
You've given him intrusive thoughts and now he's worried about a hypothetical that may never happen
Scaramouche:
"Would you love me if you were a worm though?"
"Scara what-"
"How do we know your worm brain has the capacity to comprehend that you're in a committed relationship with me? There's no telling whether you'll find some new worm lover who can give you that wormy connection I can't."
He's going off about how a worm couldn't possibly have any lingering feelings for a person
Mildly offended at the implication you might expect him to become a worm for you to live your worm lives together
"Me? A worm? How could you even entertain such a thought?"
You didn't, he drew his own conclusions and started overthinking
This is clearly your way of hinting that you don't feel loved enough to trust him (it's not, he is once again overthinking)
It has now been flipped on you to explain to him that you'd love him even if he became a worm because you'd adore him whether or not he loved you back
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starrybeedraws · 2 months
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Made some more memes, this time for my fellow Genshin fans.
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(Yes, I will be drawing Genshin stuff so follow me for that if you want)
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cyber-night · 3 months
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Dottores younger segments have harsh mood swings, and so the lab equipment is extra durable to accommodate his anger issues. Things like glass beakers, rods, and specimen jars are made of extra durable glass in case he throws them. There's stim toys and chews everywhere so he can Try and deal with his emotions healthily. This is all more common in the teen and young adult clones. The older ones have suppressed their emotions so they can do more science™️. He has never gotten violent or angry at you though, he could never. If he hurt you, he'd go insane... well... more insane.
Smut below
There are only two ways to calm him down when he's like this. Wait or get you. It takes time still, and he's incredibly clingy because his mind is too loud, and he's frustrated, but he calms down. Sometimes his mind is loud in a way that needs to be fucked out of him. It has to be hard rough bordering on too much when he's like this, or else it just adds to his frustrations. Either way once he's finally calm he's exhausted even if you didn't fuck him he's tired that much rage takes everything out of him and he has to nap for like 4 hours.
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rockingbytheseaside · 13 days
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✦ A Boy Named Heretic
A piece that I had in my mind for a while. This also inspired me to write this small fic of Dottore in his Akademiya days as Zandik.
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ellalalala · 5 months
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A semi-long rant about Dottore's implied self-hatred, loneliness and inner struggles
I am, like many others, endlessly fascinated by Dottore, which means that I've been sucking the game dry for any Dottore content I can find; I've watched the dialogue between him and Nahida numerous times, read the "Zandik's Legacy" notes over and over and even the description of the "Wise Doctor's Pinion" from the Pale Flame artifact set. So much has already been said about him, but I'd like to offer my own two cents about an aspect of his character that is often ignored in favor of his villainy: Dottore's inner struggles.
I'll recount everything that I've gathered and tell you of my interpretation of Dottore's character.
To start, one thing that I never see people mention is a line from Nahida's retelling of the Tatarasuna incident. In the very beginning of the cutscene, we see a monster covered in light blue fur (obviously Dottore) who Nahida describes in a very interesting way. She says:
"Once in a while, the monster would take off its fox fur at night, and lament to itself as it gazed at its reflection in the water: "I am a monstrosity, yet they are too foolish to see it. I pity them."
Of course, it's easy to say that this is just a fairy tale Nahida created to preserve Scaramouche's memories and that this could've been made up - which is only half true! We must remember that Nahida has seen Dottore's consciousness. She already knew of the arguments between his Segments when Dottore confronted her to take the Electro and Dendro gnoses. Why do I bring this specific line up, though?
Because this line outright tells us that: 1) Dottore spent sleepless nights in Tatarasuna reflecting on himself; 2) That he, perhaps sincerely, pitied the people of Tatarasuna for not seeing past his facade.
I also think that the use of the word 'lament' is very interesting. To lament means to express sorrow and regret for something. I would think that this implies Dottore feeling remorseful for not just who he was, but what he would do to Tatarasuna. To provide further proof, I think it is important to look at the expression on the furry monster's face (as Nahida portrays it) when it laments to itself:
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(What a cute little thing.)
It looks a bit... upset, doesn't it? Like it is mad at itself as it gazes into the water. This expression, combined with his thoughts and the use of the word 'lament' gives us a clear sign that many ignored: Dottore isn't as shallow of a villain as we thought.
Later in the cutscene, Nahida says:
"But the monster soon found solace when another came to live among the foxes who was not their kin: a kitten, carved from the wood of a white tree, who had been abandoned by the humans."
And in that moment, we see a wide-eyed little monster gazing at the kitten:
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(Feels really silly to use this as an example but you've gotta trust the process)
Here, Dottore found someone like himself. An outcast, a creature that did not quite fit in with the ordinary humans - someone who could understand Dottore's loneliness and ostracization. After getting chased out of his hometown for his blasphemous ideas, after getting expelled from the Akademiya and possibly exiled to Aaru Village for his heretical views - Dottore had finally found someone to whom he could say: "See? They will never accept us. It is you and I against them, for they will never understand us."
What person wouldn't seek companionship, after all?
But things didn't turn out the way Dottore expected them to. Unlike Dottore, Scaramouche didn't need to hide his true identity in order to be accepted by the people of Tatarasuna. Thus, the following happened:
"Furious at this happy resolution, the monster lit a fire on the mountain. The terrified animals panicked as the fire spread..."
... and we know the rest. What matters is this: Dottore was angry and jealous of Scaramouche. Exiled from his hometown, rejected by his peers, insulted and looked down upon just for wanting to destroy the imbalance between Man and God - and along comes a puppet, a creation of the Raiden Shogun, who receives acceptance and guidance from the people of Tatarasuna. Not just that, but the only creature who could share Dottore's loneliness is whisked away from him, proving once again that Dottore will never know what it means to have a true companion.
Thus he tricked Scaramouche into believing that Niwa had betrayed them, had him join the Fatui and later used him as the blueprint for the creation of his Segments. Dottore basically ruined Scaramouche's life out of bitter jealousy.
That should be it about Tatarasuna for now. What I'd like to focus on next is the conversation between Dottore and Nahida in the 3.2 Archon Quest.
There are a few lines that interest me, so I'll go over them one by one.
Dottore uses a lot of big words to sound like he's saying something profound when in reality he's saying nothing at all (a nice callback to his Commedia Dell'arte counterpart), but there is one thing that both he and Nahida place great emphasis on: the fact that Dottore, smart as he is, cannot make peace with himself.
First to say it is Dottore. After asking Nahida for her opinion on his Segments, he says:
"Indeed. It's difficult for humans... to make peace with themselves, not to mention oneself from a different period."
The line still feels out of place. It sounds as if he is musing to himself.
Again, we get a line about his Segments, after Nahida asked him to erase them:
"You were observing me, and that's how you know I've long grown tired of their doubts and endless arguments."
I think it's safe to assume that the arguing is a metaphor for his struggle of self-acceptance. It seems every Segment has something to say to the others, but more on that later.
Nahida uses Dottore's own words against him:
"Like you said, it's difficult to make peace with yourself. Being as smart as you are, have you managed to do that?"
It's important to note that Dottore doesn't answer that question, but even without that, it's obvious to us, the players - of course Dottore hasn't managed to do that.
Whenever Nahida questions the relationship between his Segments, Dottore easily changes the subject. For example:
"Is the relationship between all the versions of you really that bad?"
"I don't think there's any need to dwell on that. The surplus versions of me can be exchanged for a Gnosis. Do you think anyone can offer themselves at a higher price?"
His Segments all argue constantly. When considered that they are replicas of Dottore at different stages of his life, this takes on an entirely new meaning - beyond his facade, Dottore is a man who can barely make out who he is.
Consider this also: in "A Winter Night's Lazzo", Columbina tells him, "You're looking very young today, Doctor."
To which Dottore replies, "You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment."
A piece of dialogue that had been brushed off by many, myself included - until I realized what this might imply. Dottore finds Columbina's comment insulting because he hates who he is. He hates the younger versions of himself because they represent a Dottore who didn't have the knowledge he has at this current stage of his life. They weren't as smart, as knowledgeable. But that's not really the full extent of it, of course.
Dottore was never fully accepted by anyone, this we have established. In the Akademiya, the students called him a 'madman', a 'monster' (as said in the Wise Doctor's Pinion). When we meet him in the 3.1 Archon Quest, he is referred to as 'The Outcast'. He is always being alienated, but could we assume that he just accepted this rejection and decided to embrace the titles people had thrown at him? This is just... very bold speculation, of course. It is impossible to deny that Dottore didn't always naturally stand out due to his heretical views, but I think it's worth considering that he could have just chosen to be the monster people thought of him as. After all, in the confrontation between him and Niwa, Dottore tells Niwa to think of him as a monster and a demon (for a reason that was... meant to be comforting? Not very important right now).
Consider also how different all the Segments sounded when they found out that they were being erased. All of the voices, along with their manner of speech, varied greatly; I interpreted this as proof of the many masks Dottore has worn over the course of his life. Dottore abandoned whatever humanity he had and decided to embrace the mask of a monster, constantly reinventing himself because he isn't secure in his identity - perhaps he doesn't have one at all. He is a scholar, a Harbinger, a researcher - but without those titles, what is left? What is he left with when he sheds those facades? The constant dodging of Nahida's questions about his Segments, the arguments and the worries of said Segments, the introspection in the cutscene about the Tatarasuna incident - indeed, Dottore is a man filled with self-hatred. A lonely outcast who has never known the comfort of kinship. A monster who swallowed his loneliness and dedicated his life to research.
That should be it, I suppose. My brain is fried and if I remember anything that I might have missed, I'll add that info later.
I want to mention one thing: this doesn't mean Dottore is a misunderstood good guy - doesn't take a genius to know that that is not true. Dottore has no regard for human life (which is ironic, considering how he believes humans have great potential and he wants them to be equal with the Gods). He has hurt so many and I'm sure he will continue to do so. He is evil, but it should be noted that he was once just an ordinary human, too. There must be an explanation for why he is the way he is. It's easy to paint him as just a monster because damn he's good at what he does; but I like to think that there is a layer to him that we just haven't fully seen yet. I'm excited to find out more about him when Snezhnaya gets released in like 2 years... ha. If you've read this far, thank you a lot! Curious to know what you guys think. I love Dottore
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phantombstone · 6 months
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Begging for dottore x reader that loves dottore's scent and literally always wants to hug him to smell it but dottore finds out abt that Obsession :>
AMBROSIAL | DOTTORE X READER
His perfume is captivating, and you can't help but want to hug him just to fill your nostrils with it. At first he doesn't get it, but once he does...
Genre: Fluff.
TW: Spoilers of the character of Dottore (his real name).
WC: 498.
Hi Anon, thank you for you request! Hope you like it :).
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Hugging him, or physically interacting with him in any way was pure bliss.
The fragrance he used alone was really good, but it was even better when he put it on and it melted with his natural scent.
You loved it and when he was around - with his perfume on him - you were always a little more affectionate.
"Are you done?", he said, huffing, as you hugged him from behind, your cheek and ear pressed against his back. If you listened carefully enough, you could hear his heartbeat.
He was standing, half bent on a table, frozen in place - the first part of his reaction to your affection. Most of the times, once the surprise was metabolized, he even reciprocated your hugs or kisses, or anything else.
"Not yet", you responded, and he huffed again.
"I'm working and you're interrupting me".
"I'm also working".
"You're at work, but you're not working. There's a difference".
You ignored him and hugged him a little bit stronger. With every little move he made, you could feel your nostrils being filled with his scent. You took a deep breath and secretly smiled, hiding the expression he already couldn't see between his shoulder blades.
"I'm cold", you tried, a sly idea popping in your mind.
"Run and warm up". Mission half failed.
"I'm too cold for that. Could you borrow me your coat?".
He turned partially towards you with a cocked eyebrow, his mask off. His perfume came back and met with your senses again.
"Really?", he said, pointing with his eyes at the coat you were already wearing. Maybe it wasn't really a smart idea.
"Yeah". You didn't want to give up at all.
"Sure".
You broke away from the hug for a second and slid under his arm, then wrapped your arms back around his torso, under the warm fur of his coat, resting your head on his chest. If he didn't want to indulge you, you would still obtain what you wanted.
He gave in and hugged you back, resting his left arm on your shoulders. A shiver of pleasure ran down your spine as you smelled his scent again, even stronger in the neck area.
"You've been doing this for a while, do you like sniffing me so much?". You could feel a slight tip of cockiness in his inquisitive tone.
"Me? Nah, not at all", you visibly lied. There wasn't even point in trying to cover your mania.
"Not at all", he repeated slowly, the curve of his lips curled into a smirk.
He took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders, over the coat you were already wearing. It smelled of him, and you were internally ecstatic.
"Happy?".
"Yes".
"Good. Now let me finish what I started".
"I need another hug".
He rolled his crimson eyes and shook his head in disapproval, his blue locks dancing in the cold atmosphere of the Snezhnayan building, but fulfilled your request anyway.
"Five minutes, then back to work".
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asmoslverboy · 3 months
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A moment of curiosity: Dottore. (male!reader) (also, not very serious of a fic.)
"So, you're basically saying that you killed a previous lover?" You ask him, furrowing your eyebrows. You weren't as scared as you were amazed. Intrigued, perhaps? I mean, not only did he manage to make a woman fall in love with him whlist his reputation was below the rocks— he also took her out on a date and killed her. And on top of that, he made it look like wild animals committed all those unspeakable crimes to her.
Dottore simply looks at you, his head cocked to the side, his lip curled as if he was two steps away from inviting you in his bed. "It is wonderful, is it not? I must admit, it was not one of my easiest feats back in the day, nor one of the most... rational ones, however, the reactions I recieved— nay, the situation received— were quite the satisfactory ones."
"So what you're telling me is that you were an impulsive, little attention seeker?"
"That's not quite what i–" Dottore stopped mid sentence, suddenly the correspondence of your words hitting him like a bunch of bricks that were caught up in a hurricane.
"This is not– there is no need to dwell on my past acts, my darling boy. They are not relevant to the current me in any shape, way, or form." He cleared his throat. "And she wasn't my lover, moreso just someone who happened to experience college crushes through my image."
With that, you sat on his lap, as you often did. "Would you have killed me, too, if I was in her place?" You were unserious in that matter, obviously, though Dottore seemed to take your question in the unintended sense.
"Entirely depends on how you'd have been in her place. If you were to simply act like her, with the only difference being your appearance; then I'm afraid the outcome would have been no different. However, if you were one who crushed on me in my days at the Akademiya, and you approached said crush as you did in our actual past, I'm certain that we'd have ended up in a similar position as we are now"
Does this man ever take breaths as speaks?
"Besides, my little prince, how would it be possible that you took her place, in order for that to—..."
Perhaps you should have never asked. Unfortunately for you, and for any passing by his office, he would not stop yapping about the scientific possibilities of the scenario you suggested.
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redisart · 4 months
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Dottore as an anatomy teacher at my Fatui teaching staff universe
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lavandulawrites · 12 days
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Can you give us some Yandere Dottore please ☺️
Hurry Before The Dinner Gets Cold
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Yandere Dottore x reader
Dinner with Dottore is never pleasant.
Masterlist
Word count: 794
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The silver wear clinked against the porcelain plates. The room were dimly lit, making it a almost cozy atmosphere. A butler and a maid were standing against the east wall, almost like they were apart of the decoration. The wind howled outside.
In front of you sat Dottore. His gaze fixed on the beef on his plate. Blood was oozing from the rare steak as he cut into it with precision. Like a surgeon.
His eyes met yours. “Are you not going to touch your food dear?” his deep voice thick like honey. His expression one of concern. “I know that you do not trust me, but you need nutrition.”
Your mouth a tin line “I am not hungry”.
His stare unyielding. His eyes a replica of the dark blood in the many test tubes inside if lab. “Really?”
“Yes” you nodded trying your best to remain expressionless.
He hummed as his gaze bore through you. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” he tilted his head. He sighed and snapped his fingers. The butler hurried to him and bowed his head in an almost inhuman way. “Bring me the chef” he ordered. The butler nodded and hurried out. Not too long after the chef was standing beside Dottore.
“Is it perhaps that the food wasn’t to your liking?” Dottore raised a brow and nodded towards your untouched food.
You quickly caught onto his scheme and shook your head. “N-no! It’s not that at all!” you waved your hands and forced your lips into a tight smile.
The Harbinger’s eyes wandered over your features. “Are you sure darling? If your meal is not good enough, I will have to punish the chef. After all your happiness and comfort is the most important thing for me” his face twisted in concern.
Your eyes flickered to the chef who’s face was drenched in sweat. He was shaking. You gulped “I assure you the meal is not the issue”.
Dottore hummed. “Are you perhaps not feeling well?” his expression unreadable. “Everyone get out” he ordered. The servants and the chef all exited in a hurry leaving you alone with the blue haired man. “Let’s make a deal” he leaned forward and folds his hands hand rests his head on them. “You eat up all the food on your plate and I will spare the chef. Sounds good doesn’t it?” he said with a unsettling grin.
You looked down in your plate. With a shivering hand you lifted the fork to your lips. You closed your eyes to calm your nerves. A hum could be heard from opposite of the table “You better hurry for the dinner gets cold”.
You held your breath and shoved the fork into your mouth. The meat was tender and cooked after your preference.
“See? That wasn’t so hard was it now?”. You opens your eyes and were met with a sharp teethed smile. “You were afraid I drugged the food.”
You swallowed. “I have my rights to be suspicious”
“Of course my love” his voice melodic. “You were indeed right with your suspicion.”
You dropped your fork. You entire frame shaking. “What…?”
“Oh come now. It’s not dangerous. It’s just a way to get you a little more relaxed. I am starting to get sick of your small riots, so I came up with a solution. This drug will make your mind slowly but surely more submissive. I really do love you you know, but u can’t have you keep hurting yourself” he smirked. “Though it seems that I have to find a new way…” he sighed. “But worry not… I will have your memory of this dinner wiped. Just like last time…” his red eyes gleaming with something sinister.
Your eyes widened. The hair on the back of your neck raising. “Last time?” your voice shaky.
Dottore smiled “Yes darling. Wiping someone’s memory so mere child play for a man of my calibre”. He chuckled and rose to his feet. The chair scraping against the carpet. Like a animal he stalked towards you. He stopped behind your chair and leaned down. Much to your dismay you had to admit the doctor smelled good. Really good. His smell always bringing you a sense of comfort.
He leaned hand on the arm rest of your chair. His lips mere centimetres away from your ear. “Relax darling. This is for your own good you know?” his lips kissing your neck. He pulled away and placed a device against your right temple. When did he get that? The device glowed blue and it hummed slightly.
“Rest now…”
Darkness swallowed your senses and you fell into a deep slumber.
Dottore stroked your hair with a living expression. “A pity… I have to start over it seems.”
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helgy1718 · 4 months
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What do you call a creature that so unnaturally tries to pretend to be human?
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ghiibunni · 5 months
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The doctor ⋆。°✩
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dawndelion-winery · 11 days
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Just A Taste
Kisses and more (it was not just a taste)
Ft. Alhaitham, Childe, Dottore, Wriothesley, Zhongli
Warnings: 18+, mdni, making out, Dottore being Dottore, teeny bit of Dragonli
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Alhaitham:
Alhaitham's kisses, unlike his words, are gentle
Such is the way his lips find yours, soft to the touch, and every bit respectful
So much so that he always manages to catch himself as he leans in, biting his lip as he stares at you
His brow furrows in frustration with himself as he stops just short of kissing you, barely whispering a heavy "May I?"
When you assent, he finally leans in, eyes closed, palm on your cheek
Sweet, brief kisses (always at least three)
Of course, it's different if you initiate it
His hand finds the small of your back and pulls you closer, holding you in place lest you run off
If you're in the mood to kiss him, he'll push his luck for more
This time, he nibbles at your lips instead as his hands slide down from your back to your ass (he squeezes if he's in a particularly teasing mood)
And it's not hard to tell what he wants when he looks at you so hungrily like you're his next meal
Not that he'd ever act on it
Not unless you ask him to
It's almost tormenting, the way he touches you so respectfully despite so obviously wanting more
And for this, he's terribly fond of having you in his lap to enjoy the view, to see you squirm before you relent and beg him to be a little less restrained
"In that case...you don't happen to have any plans at the moment, do you? We'll likely be here for a while."
Childe:
Messy, wet, and full of teeth and nips
He kisses restlessly, like it's never enough to just be kissing you
His hands are everywhere, on your face, your arms, your chest, waist, thighs, you name it
Ajax kisses you with fervour, as though you're his first and he's trying to impress
His mouth never stops moving, be it trailing kisses across your face, or sucking on your neck, or even biting your cheek
He's always grinning too, like he's watching his favourite show
He very well may be too, with every sound leaving your lips composing his favourite soundtracks
Not that much of it can be heard when he swallows it all so eagerly
It always starts with him sitting innocently beside you too
And then his hand finds its way to your thigh as he inches closer, slipping an arm around you under the guise of a quick cuddle
Followed by a peck to your cheek as he scoots closer still
And of course, it's never enough for him, not when he craves you oh so much
So not so subtly, he rests his chin on your shoulder as his lips creep towards your neck
His movements are casual, almost lazy, and it would seem that way if not for the way he caged you in his embrace
Kiss him back and see how quickly his hold gets more playful, his hands start to wander more, grabbing and squeezing at any expanse of flesh he can reach.
More than anything, he loves murmuring praises as kisses you, as though the kisses engrave his affection right into your skin
"Mm, just a little more...I love you..."
Dottore:
He's a biter
He gets so nippy with his kisses that people worry for you
I mean, they're already worried because it's Dottore you're dating, the cuts and grazes that litter your skin only fuels their concern further
He likes it a little too much though, relishing the sight each time he adds new marks to the mix
It's like an art to him, and he wonders how many he should leave, how deep they should be, before he makes them permanent
He's very aware that you're apprehensive to him being so...violently inclined, so he contents himself with this much
Even then, he knows exactly what gets you ticking, the way your eyes flutter shut as he holds the nape of your neck to keep you from pulling away when he kisses you breathless
And while you recover, catching your breath while your mind is numb, he makes quick work at your neck and shoulders (your chest too, if enough of it is exposed)
His teeth, ever sharp, puncturing bruised skin just before he kisses it better
Cry if you will, he'll only stroke your face, his lips dancing gently across your features until the sniffling stops, and then he's right back to marking you
His hands do wonders to coax you into letting him do as he pleases each and every time
Painful as it gets, he's quick to rub soothing circles on your thighs or back, whichever is more convenient for him to hold you in place
"Hush, my dear," he mumbles against your cheek as he kisses your tears away. "You're not done so quickly, are you?"
Wriothesley:
Wriothesley kisses you with all the desperation and longing of someone dying to be in love
More often than not, he's pulling you in as you pull away for air because he's not nearly done
It's taken so much out of him to be this vulnerable with you that he can't imagine not wanting you and it shows. Very much.
You can barely pry him off you once he gets started, which is pretty funny considering how he almost seems averse to touch in public
But in private? When you drape yourself over him and kiss along his jawline so tantalisingly?
You're just begging for trouble
And what luck for you that he excels in dealing with troublemakers
The wall, his desk, they're all convenient surfaces to hold you captive for your sentence
He's quite partial to having you on his desk, though, since it's so easy to rub his hand up and down your thigh no matter how much you squirm
And then he can simply press his forehead to yours, muttering about what an attention seeker you are and sighing that you leave him no choice
He's fooling no one when he's practically grinning ear to ear as he leans in to capture your lips again
"Can't even keep your hands to yourself for a minute? I'll give you something to hold onto then."
Zhongli:
You'd expect him to be patient and gentle with his kisses
And while, yes, they are sensual to an extent, there's a certain amount of desperation to them
He's lost so many people over the years, mortal and immortal alike
The latter being worse on him because he had been so certain he'd have enough time with them
So for you, someone so dear to him, to be mortal...it's frustrating, to say the least
He tries so hard to maintain his human form but he really gets carried away sometimes, the urge to just give you the teeniest of nips with his long canines getting the better of him
His lips find yours hungrily, and when you turn you hear for air, he simply moves to your neck, your jugular
He loves feeling the warm pulse of your blood rushing through your veins, it's like sand trickling through an hourglass, letting him know he still had time with you
His lips never leave you until he's had his fill
His hands are, in fact, gentle, like a skilled potter, caressing you as sweetly as he thinks you are
You're so fragile, a mere human, and oh the things he might do to you if he were just some big bad dragon but you're just too precious to risk
His fingers dance across your skin like he's trying to paint you, fingertips feeling almost talon-like at times, but always lightly
Zhongli who wonders what your worship would feel like, but anxious he might enjoy it a little too much, pulling you up from your cosy kneeling spot so he can hold you properly
"I'm not your deity, now am I? There's no need for that, my precious, let me feel you."
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Doctor/Patient
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shumidehiro · 11 months
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Groceries
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🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Il Dottore x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 1,5k+
❤ Warnings: Implied rape
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What would you do when someone who looked too much like you asked for your help?
You supposed you’d never know the answer, because you’d never bothered to imagine such a bizarre scenario nor did it ever cross your mind. There were important things to do, and important things to think about. Things, that seemed mundane to most people but held the fate of your survival, such as buying groceries.
But to you, a trip from the nearest market gave a whole new meaning to ‘importance’.
Because that was when you met your twin.
“Help me!” she – you – shrieked, with all the desperation you’d never seen from yourself. She gripped your hands that held a bag of groceries, the only semblance of normality in this abnormal incident, and looked at you with eyes full of hope. As if you were a goddess, perhaps, and not… yourself. Your shocked and clueless self. “They’re chasing me. I… I don’t want to go back in there again, so please help me!”
Your dilated eyes scanned her uncanny similarities and even uncanny differences. Hickeys and bite marks littered her neck, and her thin white nightgown poorly hid the rest on her body. Her eyes were blown wide and bloodshot, haunted by ghosts beyond what those bruises implied. You noticed her wrists were red, too. Irritated, as if someone had put a tight shackle around them. She was also barefooted despite the biting cold of Snezhnaya, and the hem of her clothes was torn off.
Slowly, you opened your dry mouth.
“I…”
“Ah, there it is. Seems like you went straight to your twin, huh?”
Stiffening, both of you turned to look at the speaker. Zandik, in all his glory, stood menacingly among the bald, snowy trees. He wore his trademark beaked mask, and his white clothes, adorned with glowing tube-like accessories, displayed a strange mixture of a scientist and a doctor. Your ‘twin’ immediately trembled, sending shivers throughout your clasped hands. The grocery bag shook as well, and you were reminded that this situation was very much not normal.
“P-please… don’t…” she begged softly, shakily, tugging at the heartstrings of every person who heard it.
Not him, apparently.
In an instant, the woman was ripped away from you. She screamed, prompting the nearby birds to take off in alarm. Her hands clawed desperately at the air, at you, as Zandik held her against him. You, too, were held hostage by shock.
Or maybe it was the presence of another body pressed against your back.
“You all should’ve controlled your pet better.”
There was a familiar deep and confident voice, except a tad bit more disapproving. You recognized it as your boyfriend’s voice, but your brain refused to acknowledge that there were two Zandik around you, or the implication that there were more Zandik. Enough to know that this one wasn’t his twin.
Just as your brain refused to acknowledge that there were two you around you.
The other Zandik – the one who held the other you – scoffed.
“Well, I’m sorry that our girlfriend can’t be as obedient as yours.”
You definitely didn’t have a twin. At least, you didn’t remember your parents telling you about it. If they did, why would they separate you from her? And why was this Zandik so… cruel to her, compared to your boyfriend’s treatment of you?
Or maybe the one in front of you was the real Zandik all along?
No, no, no. It couldn’t be. He said ‘our girlfriend’, that meant he was the ‘twin’ one. Because why would Zandik, your Zandik, call you ‘ours’? Zandik, who wrapped an arm around your waist and declared you as ‘his’ girlfriend every time someone flirted with you?
The other Zandik knocked the other you unconscious and threw her over his shoulder. You grimaced and took a step forward, feeling an inexplicable urge to save your mysterious twin. You could ask her why she resembled you later on, but for now, you needed to bring her to somewhere safe.
A gloved hand shot out and grabbed your arm.
“I’d advise you not to do that,” your boyfriend, the real Zandik, intoned. “lest you become the target of their… unbridled affection.”
“What happened?” you asked, turning to face him properly. “Who are they?! Why does she look so much like me?! Is she my twin?! Is that man your twin too?! What’s happening?!”
“Calm down, [Name]–”
“I can’t calm down! It’s obvious that your twin does something terrible to her, so we need to save her!”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? If you go there, you’ll only become the next target. Because they want you all along.”
You froze, and you were certain your brain would explode from the onslaught of information.
“… What do you mean?” you whispered. “What are you talking about? Why would they want me?”
“People want what they can’t have.”
You gaped at him. The idea of someone envying their own self was something incomprehensible to you, but then again, if the self were to split to two, would it be logical? There were stories about parents being jealous of their own kids, or siblings coveting something from each other. If your twin were to possess a seemingly perfect romantic life, perhaps you’d resent her for it as well.
“I… I still don’t understand. Does that mean both of them are our twins? Answer me, Zandik!”
“They’re not. They’re merely segments, or clones, in simple terms.”
“Why on Teyvat would you even need a clone for?!”
And your clone, too, which was the wildest part of it all. The answer haunted your brain, but until Zandik spelled it out for you, you refused to entertain it.
“For the sake of efficiency, of course.”
You didn’t really understand, but it occurred to you that you’d never really understood him. All you knew was that he was a confident albeit distant man.
“What about her?!”
“You know why.” Zandik stated. “Your intelligence is far beneath mine, but you still possess a brain of your own.”
The insult stung, yet it wasn’t as painful as the reality that he made a clone of you just to appease his clones’ jealousy.
You began to squirm in his hold, fearful of all the possibilities that rampaged your mind. What if there was more than one ‘you’? What if he replaced you with one of them someday? What if one of them did something and sullied your name in return?
Zandik put his other hand before his mouth and hummed thoughtfully.
“Although, I think I’m starting to prefer your ignorance instead. There’s no reason for you to be so aware of everything, unless you’re my assistant. Which you aren’t. I only need your love and loyalty.” he mused, laughing to himself. “And I suppose they share the same expectations for her.”
“No, please don’t hurt me…” you whimpered, the similarity of your predicament with hers made everything all the more jarring.
And just like his twin, Zandik was unfazed by your plea.
“Oh, don’t worry. It won’t hurt… much.” he simpered. “Not that you’ll remember anything, anyway.”
The grocery bag fell when he knocked you unconscious.
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“What’s for dinner, sweetheart?”
You snapped out of your trance at the question, and you found yourself staring at the grocery bag again.
Since when did you go to the market?
“Oh, uh…” You opened the brown paper bag and scanned the content. “What about carrot soup?”
It was the easiest, and you didn’t think you had the energy and awareness to make anything complicated.
Zandik hummed from the living room.
“Do you want to go out to eat?”
You promptly shook your head.
“Maybe later. I’m feeling a little... tired today.”
Yes, you were tired, even though you’d just woken up from a nap with no recollection of yesterday. Or today, really.
“Alright, don’t push yourself.”
You pursed your lips and nodded. The comfortable sound of cooking utensils clanking against each other soothed your nerves, but the brief loss of memory still nagged you.
A few moments later, you brought the tray of steaming bowls and glasses to the living room and sat down beside Zandik. He immediately pulled you to his side, while his other hand held up a newspaper. Then, he glanced at you.
“Something on your mind?”
You bit your lips, contemplating whether you should be truthful or not. What if he thought you were being silly?
“What… did I do yesterday?”
“Yesterday?” he repeated. “You went to the market, and then, I met you when you were heading home.”
“Really? But I don’t remember anything.”
Zandik chuckled.
“It’s easy to forget something so mundane, sweetheart.”
You shifted a little on the couch, feeling the statement rubbed you the wrong way.
“What about this morning?”
“You overslept because you said you had a headache last night.”
“Did I?”
Well, you still felt a throb from oversleeping, certainly.
Zandik nodded.
“Yes, the medicine made you sleepy.”
“Oh,” you mumbled hesitantly. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course. I’m your boyfriend, after all.” He put the newspaper away and pushed your head to rest on his shoulder, stroking your hair. “You only need to trust me.”
You should, shouldn’t you? He was your boyfriend, so he knew you best. There was no reason why he’d lie to you.
“… Yeah.” you sighed, closing your eyes in exhaustion and resignation. “Thank you for looking out for me, Zandik.”
The said man smiled, but you failed to see the sharp edges. Satisfaction and all.
“With pleasure.”
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✦ "Little Zandik, mulling over his Akademiya studies" || Genshin Impact, Dottore. First time posting. To cheer myself up after some uni exams, I tried drawing lil pookie
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Genshin Impact - Dottore's Past
I was trying to practice hand drawing by referencing Fujii Kaze in one of his MV
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