#il dottore x gn reader

[catscidr]

Could you make a scenario with sick reader and Yandere doctor please 😭

need him to walk into my room in a nurse outfit and take care of me when i get sick... but Alas he's not real... woe is me(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)..... WHATEVER i can always write about him anyways so im WINNING EITHER WAY...... (inhales copium) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: yandere dottore, he's a little overbearing, reader has a cold. that's pretty much it (lmk if i missed anything!) includes: gn reader, dottore, iota (youngest segment) wc: 1,3k

Ooohhhh he would be mad. Not in an explosive way, but in a “I’m not mad, just disappointed” way except he IS mad, he’s just really good at keeping his emotions under wraps. You know this, too. He made sure that you did. 

It didn’t matter what kind of illness you came down with; a common cold, the flu, something worse? He’s freakishly good at reading you, and he didn’t need to hear you blowing your nose or sniffling every other second to know you had gotten sick. The skin around your nose blossoming into a darker, reddish tone and your eyelids drooping just a bit lower than usual was enough for him to know you weren’t telling him something you should have. 

It also didn’t matter if you didn’t even see him- he had eyes everywhere, quite literally. It was rare for you to be anywhere in the palace or the lab without one of his clones attached to your hip, whether it be a younger clone tagging along to do something more interesting than breaking open a ruin guard, or an older clone staying by your side, taking a break from work to enjoy your company. 

So, of course, even if the doctor happened to be especially busy when you suddenly caught a cold, you’d still be stuck with him being the equivalent to a mother hen because of how seriously he took your health. 

Usually you didn’t mind his attention, you’d even bask in it, but this time you couldn’t stand it. Your state had been manageable for the past two days and, thankfully, Prime and his clones were none the wiser to your nose overproducing snot nor the way your eyes had more crust around them when you woke up in the morning. But you feared that today would be the day he’d catch you and promote you to being his bedwarmer- literally. Last time you got sick and went to him for help you felt like you were in urgent care, forced to stay in his bed, having at least two of his segments stay with you 24/7, making you eat four meals a day despite your lack of appetite and desperate need for sleep. 

You could insist all you want that you were fine, that you just needed to vegetate in bed for a day or two and you’d be back on your feet in no time, but no, he refused to have any of it. He’d ask who’s the doctor here? in the same condescending voice he used whenever one of his lackeys displeased him (and you’d reply with you didn’t even graduate if you weren’t so tired), and then would throw you over his shoulder to bring you to his spotless bedroom so you could rest while he keeps an eye on you.

The one thing you were happy about was how Dottore wasn’t prone to blatant violence. Nothing physical, at least. When needed, he would slip medication into your water to help you sleep, would graciously lift your sleeve to give you a shot while you were knocked out cold and give you special medicine to make sure you had all the vitamins you needed. He wouldn’t do any of that if you had cooperated with him in the first place, though; so, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. At least not for long. 

Like clockwork, you were currently going through that same order of events. 

In retrospect, it was a bad idea to indulge Iota and go out in the snow to make a snowman with him- but how could you resist him! The lab could feel so stuffy as it was, and the additional smell of blood covered up by strong cleaning agents only did so little to help you resist his pleas. So, you grabbed Dottore’s Harbinger coat and got yourself dragged outside by the small but mighty youngest segment as he eagerly talked your ear off about having a snowball fight, making a myriad of snow angels and other winter activities you weren’t familiar with. 

After getting absolutely pelted with snow (Iota was good at snowball fights, surprisingly) you hung up Dottore’s coat to dry and made your way to the bathroom to wipe off any snow and water that had gotten on your skin despite the large, fluffy cloak you wore. Iota waved you off with a boyish grin and a taunting better luck next time! as you watched him saunter off into the direction of his creator’s lab. Your fingertips felt cold but as you dried your skin thoroughly you felt your body gradually warm up, and that was enough for your standards. 

Placing the towel on a rack to dry, you then headed over to your room to relax your aching muscles after the remarkably intense snowball fight. You laid down underneath the covers, grateful to be able to take a nap. However, when you awoke about two hours later, you thought you felt your arms weighed even more than before, and your head throbbed an ache that wasn’t there previously. And surely, a day later, you find yourself sneakily throwing away your used tissues somewhere that Dottore won't find them, else he subjects you to his overbearing methods of... curing you. 

You did your best to make your footsteps as careful and light as possible, lowering the chances of one of them finding you with a trash bag full of snot-filled tissues. Unfortunately for you though, maybe you should have worn something other than pyjamas because, as luck had it, although a segment hasn’t seen your physical state, a patrolling agent did. 

He spoke into a walkie-talkie quietly enough that your ears didn’t pick up the sound of his voice and, as you're about to step outside to throw the trash bag out, you feel a hand on your shoulder. A cold, gloved hand that you could recognize anywhere with your eyes closed. You halt your movements as the (not so) mysterious figure behind you stays silent, waiting for you to say something first. 

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat, and you sniffle. “I don’t wanna be locked up in your room again,” you say quietly, voice slightly slurred from your cold. He scoffs, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently enough for it to be comforting. “Maybe if you didn’t try to go outside while having a cold I would reevaluate your options,” he sighs. “Alas, you leave me no choice. What were you thinking?” Dottore turns you around and frowns, tilting his head to the side. If you were anyone else you would have been dead where you stood, but here you are; wearing one of his old shirts and a loose pair of sweatpants, one of your hands gripping a trash bag, and the other wiping your nose. You stand awkwardly, looking away sheepishly, not particularly enjoying being caught red-handed like this. 

“It would be unhygienic to keep all of those used tissues in my room,” you respond with a nonchalant shrug. He holds back the urge to sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, mask lifting just a tad from the action, and exhales slowly. You would be the death of him eventually, he thought tiredly. 

Dottore bends down low enough to grab the bag from your hands and looks over his shoulder, tossing it to a poor unsuspecting fatui soldier. The soldier in question stumbles back slightly, just barely keeping themselves from tripping over, as Dottore signals for them to throw it away themselves. You don’t have the time to speak up before the person scurries away. 

“Next time don’t be so obvious,” he says quietly enough that only you can hear him. He bends his torso forward slightly, holding his face leveled with yours. “And next time you decide to get sick,” he begins with a raspy tone, holding your chin up with his palm, “come to me immediately. Lest you want me to wrestle you into my room again.” 

You’d be blushing if you didn’t know what was going to happen. Dottore straightens his back and outstretches his hand to you, looking at you from below his mask. Defeated, you interlace your fingers with his and jut your lip out as you hold back the urge to whine. A small smile graces his face as he guides you back to the lab. 

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup! #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x reader #dottore x you #dottore x gn reader #il dottore x y/n #il dottore x you #il dottore x gn reader #il dottore x reader

[lyxzeun]

— dottore ;; voice + bf headcanons 💎

YNA HAS LEFT A MESSAGE ;; inspired by cal’s super goofy post about dottores voice LMAOOO (second / main account ;; @yoraely) @cxlrosii yw pooks🙏🙏

。tw ; kinda suggestive 。

;; dottore, whose voice would be the first thing you’d be able to hear in the morning and would already make you smile; and make your heart skip beats

;; whenever he needs you’re attention (in or outside of work matters) he’d always bring up a nickname or two before asking for a favor ; “sweetheart, would you be a dear and lend me the scissors?” (you could hear the italicization in his voice) — in other situations, during in bed (once you wake up, what ELSE are u thinking u goofies) ; he’d normally have this rich accented voice ;; “love, scoot closer, will you? i can’t savor the moment if you aren’t close to me.”

;; it should be canon that he has this italicized voice when he mentions a nickname or your name during sentences (fr)

;; he mutters sweet nothings in between kisses ; “god, i love you so much.”, “you taste sweet.”, “i hate how good you taste.” - or something along the lines of your lips tasting good. he’s obsessed.

;; during the times he’s been cuddling with you, he’s always resting his chin on your shoulder and would always lean his lips towards your ear to whisper one too many phrases to make you spiral in fluster ; “you know, i could take you right here.”, “i think you look good while i cuddle you close and under the covers.” :)

;; hates it so much when you leave his side in bed when you’re early to something but it’ll always end up in the same way; dottore grabs you by the wrist and pulls you down the bed and whines like a child(e), then he’ll list down things that could happen when you leave him in bed (so dramatic)

;; he says please ironically; “please. stay with me for a little longer before you do that commission?”, “love, let me treat you tonight. please?”

;; flexes off his muscles in unreasonable times and teases you in a raspy voice. you could be standing and finding a book to read for your studies then he’d be leaning against the wall and stretch his muscles out; “baby. look at what im doing and stop reading that book. right NEOW.” (he broke character)

#genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #gi fluff #genshin impact imagines #dottore x reader #dottore x gn reader #il dottore x gn reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore fluff #dottore fluff #dottore x fem!reader #zandik x reader #zandik fluff #zandik x gn!reader #zandik x fem!reader #genshin impact fanfic #gi x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #gi x gn reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x fem reader #gi x female reader #gi x fem reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x fem reader #genshin x you

[boundinparchment]

Sway With Me

A clash of egos over the annual Winter Ball results in an attempt to display that, on occasion, the land of Cryo was capable of thawing every once in a while. Dottore x GN Reader || ArchiveOfOurOwn Dance Reference 1 Dance Reference 2

“Remind me again what this is for?”

“Charity,” Dottore spat, as if the word was the filthiest thing he’d ever said.  

It certainly wasn’t, at least according to the average person with average moral decency and a sense of humanity.  You would know.  After all, you were the most capable of his assistants in the past several years.  

All you knew was that Dottore’s latest round of funding (and therefore your paycheck) was contingent upon the next few weeks. 

It all started with an invitation for the Tsaritsa’s annual winter ball and a clash of egos.  Regrator, upon hearing the Knave once again take a verbal stab at her fellow Harbingers, proposed leveraging the social event as a chance for fundraising for House of the Hearth and to show that, perhaps, the nation of Cryo was capable of thawing every once in a while.

Dottore came back from that meeting, fuming.  Very rarely did you ever see him lose his temper as his younger Segments tended to but he proceeded to sweep his arm across his desk, ranting all the while about wastes of time and how far behind such antics would put him.  He’d ignored the first two notes sent to him regarding the event; he hadn’t even read them, simply tossed them without a second glance.

The third was hand-delivered by Pantalone himself with a very real threat on Dottore’s coffers and future funding.  The Ninth simply gave you a wave and a smile on his departure, leaving you to deal with the consequences of his actions.  

One of which was your presence.  Here.  In the ballroom.  Next to your boss.  In front of two dance instructors who were very clearly not expecting to be teaching a Fatui Harbinger.

Dottore hadn’t even asked for your help.  He’d simply demanded you come with him, dodging questions left, right, and center all the while.  You didn’t need to know; the answer was irrelevant; if you liked being paid, you would stop wasting energy on asking questions about the wrong things.

Not out of the ordinary for you.  

But this…

This situation was definitely outside of your job description.

But so was about a third of the tasks you managed ever since the Anemo Gnosis arrived.

The instructors introduced themselves and then shared a look you knew too well upon realizing who was standing in front of them.  Dottore made people uncomfortable by nature and although polite, he did not bother with pleasantries.  He wanted to be out of here as soon as convenient and he didn’t try to hide it.

“Every Harbinger will be showcasing a specific type of dance, according to the event plans of the Tsaritsa Herself,” one instructor said.  “You, Lord Harbinger, will be dancing bachata with a partner of your choosing.”

That meant you, apparently.

He really had to drag you up here for this?

They explained some of the basic technicalities of the style.  Partners could dance in an open position, connected only by hands, or a closed position with body support or contact with one another.  The actual dance style was a sequence performed in a full 8-count while moving in a square; three steps and then a tap with a pop of the hips or a step syncopation with the opposite foot of the last step.  Most of the movement was in the lower body, between hip motions and footwork, which allowed for better hand and arm communication to be conveyed, both for leading and in the expressiveness of the dance.

You were only familiar with a basic waltz, the occasional tango, but you got the sense that this would be vastly different than the usual styles you saw.  Glancing in your peripheral vision, you couldn’t make out Dottore’s expression (what else was new?) but you caught a twitch of his lips and a shift in posture that made him stand taller than he already was.

The instructors began their demonstration, speaking all the while, changing between open and closed position.  Some steps involved upper body contact not uncommon with a waltz but those were often paired with one’s leg between another's.  Legs and hips never stopped moving.

It was far more sensual than you were expecting.  

Your heart raced and you tried to steady your breathing.  Working closely with Dottore was one thing.  You could deal with brushing arms or him reaching over you to grab something or point out a specific section to focus on.

When work was involved, it was easy to ignore the hint of mint and slight musk that lingered, that your skin burned where he touched you.

This was going to be a disaster.

“I am going to strangle Regrator,” Dottore muttered as the instructors continued.

“He'll hear you coming.  I’ll lure him into a false sense of security and give you a window of opportunity.”

The low chuckle was music to your ears, the tension easing as amusement distracted both of you.  It was just work, you reminded yourself.  Another experiment.  That was all.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else for this,” he said quietly.  “Regrator is using this as a chance to take everyone down a peg.  I need my best assistant so I don’t look like an absolute fool.”

It was the closest to a compliment you would get out of him, especially right now.  You could only nod before the instructors finished and pulled both of you aside to work independently and teach you the basics.  Music came from a gramophone nearby.  

You were paired with a lead, your body nudged this way and that to bend your knees and get you into position.  Slowly, you got used to the subtle communication required, feeling more than seeing, but you were still too stiff.  Your hips recognized the beat well enough but not as smoothly as the dance required.

And from what you could see, your boss seemed to be experiencing the same, although he was far more practiced.  Years of being a diplomat and having to put on graceful airs, you imagined.

“Footwork won’t be an issue,” your instructor said.  “Both of you understand the techniques and are on beat.  It means we can focus on other components.”

You stole a glance towards the other instructor who stepped back from the Harbinger and said, “Bachata doesn’t work well if the dancers don’t work together.  We’ll start with the basic steps.”

Oh.

Oh.

That meant…

It’s just work, you reminded yourself.  No different than a Ruin Guard construction or any biological research or…

Dottore took up the starting position with ease, taking your hands in his.  His leather gloves were warm, a sharp contrast given the temperatures down in the lab.  Maybe too warm.  

The music started up again and you followed his lead; it was easier this time, given you knew how to read him and anticipate the next motion.  His expression was unreadable, mouth flat, and from the angle of his head, you could only surmise he was shifting his gaze slightly from you to the rest of the room every now and again.  Like a student waiting to be dismissed.

Mentally, you counted the steps, tried to time the movement of your hips on the fourth.  Without his usual coat, you couldn’t help but admire his shirt, a rich deep blue, clearly tailored to him.  Were his shoulders always that broad?

Dottore squeezed one of your hands and you snapped out of your thoughts just as you misstepped a second too early several times.

“You’re off beat,” he said, as if he was simply making a passing comment about a lab methodology.  “I expected more focus from my best assistant.”

He corrected your rhythm and you were back on beat, mentally counting to yourself again all the while.

“I expected you to walk out of the room by now, bemoaning how much time you wasted.”

“And risk Pantalone dropping in and daring to further withhold funding?”  He scoffed.  “I think not.”

“You could have sent a Segment.”

You felt his hands tighten around yours and he pulled you a little closer, into a semi-closed stance, just enough distance between you to be proper.  You watched the corner of his lip twitch in displeasure at the idea.

“If you want something done correctly, you must do it yourself and handle the consequences accordingly.  A Segment would do me little good when I have to be the one to perform, after all.”

He had a good point.  A Segment could learn and he could memorize the associated memories but the muscle memory was a different story.  It was akin to watching someone fight and then assuming just based on that alone one knew what they were doing.

Before you could reply, the instructors intervened and the rest of the session was spent on building upon the foundation.  By the end, you managed a basic rendition of the dance, although more than once your thoughts trailed off and Dottore had to correct your timing.  The first time was passable but judging from how straight his shoulders were, he was frustrated once again.

Not exactly your fault, considering he didn’t even ask for your help and he simply assumed you would do well at this.

He stalked off far ahead of you when the session was over and you didn’t see him for the rest of the afternoon or evening.  The only indication that the whole thing wasn’t a fever dream was the scribbled note on your desk the next morning when you arrived in the lab after breakfast: you were to make room in your schedule for daily practice at the end of your day until further notice.

You were so filing for retroactive overtime when all of this was over.

And maybe submitting vacation time while you were at it.

____________________

It wasn’t that bad, provided Dottore was in a decent mood.  When the two of you were alone, it worked.  And after the first few days, your timing was far better and you managed to remain on-beat.  

Being closer to him down here, just the two of you, wasn’t as much of an ordeal for your nervous system.  Your pulse still raced and your stomach constantly felt as though it was a yo-yo but that was nothing new.  Simply inconvenient.

“You are too self-aware at times,” Dottore remarked on the third day, lifting the needle on the gramophone.  His back was to you.  “And it prevents you from honing in on the priority.  You are simultaneously too focused on making sure everything is correct and tailoring what others see from you.”

“How can I not be when I know that we have to do this in front of an entire crowd and the Tsaritsa Herself?” you shot back, frustration and exhaustion throwing the last of your patience out of the window.

It’d been a grueling day.  One of the long-term subjects had taken a turn for the worse with no indication and the autopsy Dottore performed yielded nothing of note.  The disease they came to Snezhnaya in an attempt to be rid of had finally consumed them and the project was back at square one.  Then, you were pulled away from the lab to be measured and fitted for an outfit for the ball.  You had been playing catch-up ever since.

His lecture was the last thing you needed.

“This whole thing isn’t even about me,” you continued.  “You said it yourself that you trusted me with this for the sake of your ego.  Why wouldn’t I—”

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his mask obscuring his eyes.  “If your mind isn’t present, your body won’t follow.”

“My point still stands, Dottore.”

I’m doing this for you.

Your heart was in your throat as the thought raced through your mind.  Not now.  Emotion wasn’t necessary.  

At this point, you had no doubt that he was at least aware that you held him in high regard for more than just professional reasons.  It was easier to hide when you had the guise of work to hide behind.

Not that this wasn’t work.

But dancing didn’t involve data and trial sets and various questionable substances.  It was outside of your realm of normality with him.  Dancing was emotion brought to life and in your opinion, there was a reason it was an art.  

He looked back down at the arm and needle he still held, the record spinning silently.  You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you knew from his posture and the twitch of his mouth that he was considering something.

“I wish to test something,” he said at last.  “Humor me a little while longer.  I greatly dislike the choreography but I don’t believe there’s anything to be done about that until we’ve resolved something more immediate.”

Dottore placed the needle back and the gramophone gave a hiss of static before the track started again.  You found yourself back in the starting position, his hands in yours, falling into step with ease.  Your muscles knew the movement by heart by now.

“What you fail to realize is that it is about you, in the end,” he said softly.  “Your dedication to wanting to do your best is admirable, it’s certainly the envy of other Harbingers who have far less diligent individuals in their employ.”

One hand let go of you as you both stepped back, stepped forward again, and your joined hands raised, putting you into a spin.  Dottore caught you with ease, stepped off to the side, and used your joined hands to spin himself around in turn before coming back and catching your other hand again.

He continued, “I’ve given you a task that requires far more trust than what has been provided and I believe it is…resulting in you holding yourself back.”

You swore you felt your heart stop and simply drop down to your feet for a moment.  You tilted your head as you looked at him, curious, if not a little wary.  The Second Harbinger putting his ego aside for a moment was both endearing and incredibly dangerous.  

He paused for a moment, bringing the dancing to a sudden stop, and brought your hands up to his mask.  His fingers positioned yours to show you the release for the accessory, revealing the rest of his visage to you.

His eyes were the color of poppies and fresh blood, bright, shining and a little unnerving.  You couldn’t have imagined a better color, truthfully.  The skin around his eyes and across the bridge of his nose bore scars, deep slashes that healed poorly.  They were not clean cuts, not the kind you were used to seeing done by his hand; they must have been brutal to endure, let alone treat.

His hands pulled away for a moment, leaving you holding the mask, looking up at him.  Everything about him was already striking but to finally have the complete picture…

“I can hardly say that I trust you if I haven’t shown you my face, now can I?”

Everything that came to mind when you looked at him was hardly appropriate for a lab assistant to say.  You could stare into his eyes for hours, days even, lost in them.  A part of you had always been curious about his nose, what the rest of his face looked like.

You placed the mask on a nearby table, out of reach, and turned back to Dottore, the music playing quietly.  Although the skin looked as if it healed to the best of its abilities, you couldn’t help but wonder if it still caused him more discomfort than they seemed to.  

“Do they hurt?” you asked, stepping closer to him.

“No.  They haven’t in some time.”

He guided your hands carefully and placed your fingers across the marred flesh, silent permission for you to explore.  Gently, you traced each of them, his face warm beneath your touch.  He closed his eyes and you swore you heard a feather-soft sigh fall from his lips.

Did he like this?

“What happened?”

“Some in my village believed that my eyes were an omen.  After I grew past the age most receive a Vision, and as I grew more bold with my claims against the Divine after my expulsion, a careless individual took it upon themselves to rid me of my eyes in hopes of releasing whatever curse they thought I carried with me.  I ended his life before he could finish but by then, the damage was done.”

Your hand cupped his cheek and you watched as he leaned ever so slightly into your hand.

“They were fools,” you whispered.  “You’re incredibly beautiful, Dottore.”

“Zandik.”

Crimson eyes flickered open and watched you for a moment.  You felt as if you might combust and melt all at once from such a deep gaze.

“My name is Zandik,” he repeated.

You ran the syllables over your tongue and he corrected you on the inflection.  Once again, your heart jumped, pleased with the secret you now shared.  

“I take it, then, that this is one of those moments where you threaten to kill me if I tell anyone what you look like?” you teased.

A small smile tugged at his lips.  “I see little need for threats.  You know what I’m capable of.”

“My brain’s a little foggy.  Perhaps you should remind me.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have a dance partner, now would I?”

Before you could reply, Zandik reset the record player and captured your hands again, pulling you into a semi-closed position this time, your bodies closer.

“I trust you.  Entirely.  Now…are you ready to try this again?”

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his, as you began to dance again, this time your head and your heart aligned.  Perfectly in-sync.

____________________

You’d never attended the Winter Ball before, at least not in this capacity.  Every Fatuus was required to attend but for the most part, the event was intended for the heads of state, important merchants, and foreign dignitaries more than it was the average member of the Fatui.  The Zapolyarny Palace’s ballroom had been transformed from the usual empty echo chamber into one of the most crowded rooms you could recall in recent memory.

Regrator had charged admission after initial invitations for appropriate guests had been sent out, which likely created an air of exclusivity.  All under the guise of fundraising, per the argument that sparked with Arlecchino.  Dottore scoffed when he saw the approved invitation and remarked that fundraising didn’t need to resort to such foolish antics.

As disgruntled as he was, however, you got the sense that he was enjoying the practice sessions.  After the first week, upon seeing his true face, you found yourself looking forward to such moments with him.  You lost count of the hours you spent on choreography, on tailoring the dance to suit both of you; you were a unit, two individuals working together to form one cohesive picture.  An experiment in motion.

Normally on such an occasion, you’d be dressed in your uniform and milling about with semi-familiar faces.  But this time, you were dressed in reflection of your Harbinger.  His white suit, immaculate in its tailoring and its pristine color, was accented with shades of blue; in turn, your outfit used the same colors as the main focus.  Both outfits were designed to complement one another and as you looked around, you saw this was the case for all participating Harbingers.  

The fine fabric was smooth and cool to the touch and the curious looks you received from other members of the noble class made you thankful for the mask that covered the top half of your face.  The anonymity was comforting among unfamiliar faces and hidden intentions.  No one needed to know who you were.

When it finally came time for the main event, you found yourself thankful for Dottore’s rank as Second Harbinger; you wouldn’t have to wait as long as the others to get this over with.  You tried to steady your hands as you were guided to the center of the room, hoping Dottore couldn’t sense that your nerves were truly beginning to get the better of you now that you saw the scale of the crowd.  The Tsaritsa, too, watched from above, her face impassive but her eyes alight, like candles spotted in windows during a blizzard.

You exhaled as you flicked your gaze up to Dottore’s masked face and you caught the smallest glimpse of a reassuring smile.

Before you could speak, the music began and your feet took the first steps of their own accord, right on beat.  Dottore’s left hand took yours as you draped an arm around his shoulder, his other hand pressed against your back, keeping you in a closed position as you spun around once.  His leg was between yours, only for a few seconds, both of your hips swaying to the beat with ease.  He let you go long enough to work in steps in an open position; you followed his lead as he raised your arm to spin you and bring you back into a closed position in one smooth motion.  

You could never get used to that, being pressed up against him like that.  As much as your mind tried to tell you it was work, your body and your heart knew otherwise.

A hand squeezed yours and you caught yourself before you moved off-beat.  

“The crowd is irrelevant.  Focus on me.  This is no different than what we’ve been rehearsing,” he said quietly.

“This was what we were working towards, Zandik,” you remarked.  “It’s very different.”

“In which case, I fully expect you to stop holding yourself back and give in to whatever you keep repressing.”

The smirk on his lips was a familiar one, the same as when he presented you with a challenging problem he already knew the solution to.  It was the same smirk that infuriated you almost daily.

So that’s how it was, then.  He did, after all, show you his true self; it would only be right to do the same, whatever came of it.

Your heart was in your throat the entire time and all you could focus on reading the subtle gestures and cues from Dottore as he led both of you.  Your hips moved a little more than usual as you were swept away by the beat and you swore you were dancing closer than usual whenever he pulled you in, as if he didn’t want to let you go.

You were so caught up that the crowd faded away and all you were left with was one another.  You weren’t sure if it was the outfit or the energy but your dips and sways were elegant, never stopping.  Each movement flowed into the next, as you’d planned, all of your focus honing in on the footwork and lower body motion required.  

Some were far more modern compared to what the instructors showed you; you would step away, hands still held but arms crossed, draped over one another’s shoulders, and then nudging the other’s head down and around, leveraging the motion to spin back to face one another.  

Other times, the gestures were classic, almost romantic in their fluidity and proximity.  He led you into a graceful dip as the song came to a close before bringing you back up, as intended, your faces far closer than before.  You could feel his breath mingling with yours and you dared, just once, to look down at his mouth and then back to where you knew his gaze would be.

“There you are,” he whispered before he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear.  “I enjoy seeing this passionate side of you…perhaps you could show me more.”

The words barely registered before applause rang out, beginning with the Tsaritsa and working its way through the guests.  By then, Dottore had already pulled away, putting a professional distance between both of you again.  As you left the dance floor, you caught sight of another smirk, tantalizing in its promise, if you decided to take his offer.  

Tomorrow morning was going to be interesting.

#il dottore #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore x gender neutral reader #dottore x gender neutral reader #gn reader #dottore x gn reader #il dottore x gn reader #dottore/reader #il dottore/reader #gender neutral reader #if other tags are warranted lmk it's been a while since I did GN #dottore dances bachata #dancing anon this one's for you thanks for the brainrot #thank you lestaire for putting up with my brainrot #there's a Surface reference in here if you know where to look

[sustighnari]

Dottore fic idea

3.2 Spoiler below cut

I need a Dottore fanfic where reader is in a long standing relationship with one of his clones. Sumeru happens and Dottore deletes all of them. Reader vows to take revenge for her clone lover. Please anyone I am begging you to write this. My jumbled brain does not possess the capability of writing literature.

#genshin impact #genshin dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #il dottore x male reader #il dottore x gn reader #please i am begging #any gender i dont care #fic ideas #genshin fic

[cyber-night]

Dottore getting off like the bitch in heat he is.

Content warnings: Smut, Slut shaming, Sub dottore, GN reader, boot riding, leg humping? Riding? Idk, some puppy play sorta, OOC dottore.

"I'm busy, Dottore," you sighed for who knows what time. That didn't stop him from whining like the slut he is. "Please, we can be quick!" He shoves his way into your lap pleading for you to bend him over your desk and fuck his brains out. You sigh and glare at him pushing him off to the floor.

This report really did need to be finished by today. Otherwise, you probably would have given in to his whining. "I'm Busy you insatiable whore if you need to get off so badly use my fucking boot like a bitch in heat, you're acting like one after all." You snap at him he swallows but you watch as he crawls closer to you and straddles your shoe. He grips the back of your calf, his other hand coming to rest on your other legs thigh, and starts grinding against your boot. He looks so pathetic, his lab coat pooling around him as he rests his head on your knee.

You reach down and pet his fluffy blue hair and then go back to writing. As soon as he hears the pen scratching against paper, he moans. His eyes roll back as he grinds harder against your leg like a dog. "Please, Need more than this," He whines pathetically. "I can't cum like this please I'll be good, I'll be a good boy"

As you ignore him, it doesn't take long for his hips to speed up. You can feel a wet patch forming on your pants where his face is buried. he's either crying, drooling, or both... probably both. "I'll do the report for you please fuck me fuck me fuck me..." You take a fist full of his hair and yank his head up so you can stare into his glassy ruby eyes. "If you can't keep your mouth shut while I work you won't cum for a week, got it slut?" Dottores eyes flutter and he smiles dumbly degrading him seems to make him even hornier since not many people have the guts to talk down to him.

You spend the next ten minutes finishing up the report with him humping your leg and whining and whimpering like the puppy he is. Once it's done, you can't help but drag him into a kiss. "C'mere, pup. You've been so good." You pull Dottore into your lap amd shove your hand in his pants stroking his cock it only takes a few touches before he cums his back arching as he trembles. "Good boy, that report is done so I can indulge you more now." He's to out of it from practically edging himself for twenty or thirty minutes to understand the implications, but he'll figure it out soon.

#dottore #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #sub genshin #il dottore #il dottore x reader #bottom dottore #sub dottore #dottore x gn reader #dottore x gender neutral reader #dottore x you

[glassrowboat]

Not me thinking about Dottore first experimenting with leylines, with learning how they flow, how the store memories in Irmunsal and one day seeing his parents. They're the same as they always were, his mother with a wide smile and that one curl right behind her ear she would always fiddle with, his father who would laze around in the sun only to come back in later complaining about getting burnt from accidently falling asleep. Even his skin seemed a little darker right now.

What are they doing here? They left him. They abandoned him along with everyone in that village. So why are they here now?

And it keeps happening. Every time he tinkers and pulls at those stupid branches that peak out of the soil there's someone 'new'.

His childhood pet.

The roommate Dottore had at the academia.

Soreh.

And lastly? You.

Bright eyes the same as ever as you smile at him, poke fun at him, call him an over excited nerd when the pencil in his hand snaps at just the mere sight of you.

Your name comes easily to him, just like it always did, and it hangs in the air as you turn away. Just like all these remnants of the past did. Back to him and no words spoken on your end before that spot he was watching like a hawk is empty.

Gone.

Gone again.

And he couldn't help but tug at the leyline branch again, hoping to force it into submission to allow one last glance at the person he still loved with all his heart.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #hoyoverse #gn reader #Dottore x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #Dottore #cheerisse musings

[gummiworm-writes]

random fluffy dottore relationship headcanons (or at least as fluffy as dottore can realistically be :P)

warnings: it's dottore. blood is mentioned a few times, plus a few organs (nothing really gory though)

reader is gender neutral

he likes biting things. it's a stress reliever for him. so of course, once he's in a relationship, he'll start to bite you as a form of affection.

his giving love language is def acts of service. mf absolutely REFUSES to say i love you but will build you an army of robot bodyguards on a whim.

his receiving love language is probably physical touch. people are scared of him. nobody wants to be anywhere near him. so if you're comfortable enough around him to actually touch him?? my god he's in love

he'll hold your hand during checkups if you're afraid of medical things

he gave you a matching earring (it definitely does not have a tracker in it. do not ask him if it does.)

he'll clone you to get all those scary violent urges out. "hmm I wonder what their brain feels like" do NOT cut open your lover's head. use a clone.

speaking of which, he has a few jars on his desk. one has a clone's eyes, the other has a clone's heart. he won't tell you that they're your clones, though. you don't need to know that.

he likes the way your blood tastes

he constantly slips any extra vitamins you might need into your meals to ensure you stay healthy

he once gave you a beating human heart as a gift. when you said it was a little creepy, he got rid of it and gave you a bouquet of flowers instead (he will not mention that these flowers eat human flesh. it's not important.)

he loves jigsaw puzzles an unhealthy amount and if you offer to do them with him he'll get so happy and giddy inside but externally he's just like "ok"

he loves baking. it's chemistry, and it makes sweets. what's not to love? expect a lot of anatomically correct heart-shaped cookies in the near future

his brain will short circuit if you play with his hair (literally if it's one of his segments). he just stops and stares at you, his pupils all wide like a cat

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore #dottore x gn reader

[noellefan101]

Kissing Them-Genshin Boys Part 6

Characters: Neuveillette, Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley x gn reader

Summary: What they taste like when you kiss them

Warnings: kissing, blood?(dottore), ooc(none of these characters are currently out yet), spelling wistakes(maybe)

Note: just how many characters is there omg, why wont it ever stop aahhhhh. love you

Neuvillette

he tastes bland and wet, maybe its water you can taste, you´re not sure, but its enjoyble none the less. you can only hope no bad trials are coming up soon, you dont like seeing him cry.

Dottore

he doesn't taste like anything you know what would taste like, its mysterious, you don't know if its bad or good, but maybe its for the best you don't. now that you look back on it, it could be blood, who knows.

Pantalone

he tastes like that mouthwash he uses, you dont know why he uses it, but you arent going to make him stop, its kind of tasty. he could buy you some of the same mouthwash, but you´d rather kiss him.

Wriothesley

he tastes like the sweetness of the drink Sigewinne finally got him to drink, with your help of course, the sweetness a contrast from his usual tea. Sigewinne loves you more than ever now.

thank u for reading, luv yaaaaa-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #gn reader #pantalone #pantalone x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore #zandik #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #noellefan101 #noellefan #noelle´s maiden #pls inform me of any improvements

[akutasoda]

Hi!!! can I request something fluffy with gn reader and Dottore (webttore specifically if thats ok im down horrendous for him) maybe where he's stressed from an experiment failing or one of his assistants angering him so he decides the best way to calm down is to just snuggle with you? ty!! :D

safety net

synopsis - when everything just seems to not go his way what better way to soothe his rage than a sweet embrace

includes - dottore - specifically webttore in mind

warnings - gn!reader, disgusting amount of fluff, slight mention of violence/violent thoughts, smitten webttore, stress, wc - 535

a/n: hiii! you do not wanna know how quickly i wanted to write this, it's so cute aaaaaa, p.s just saw your message!

it was a day that made it seem like the archons were trying to sour his mood completely. and soon that day turned into a couple of days. stress was rising through him rapidly and he tried calming himself down by doing more experiments but they kept on failing as well.

what also didn't help was that his first attempt at having a clone as his assistant was failing terribly. he could only clone himself as his past self, so far that meant he could only clone his akaydemia self. except it didn't seem to be working in his favour. maybe when he became older he could make better clones. but archon's did he want to just kill this one and start again.

to add salt to the wound every single experiment he tried had failed so far. nothing seemed to be going his way and firstly he thought this was just simple trial and error but every single time he adjusted something it just went worse. it was getting frustrating and his damned assistant was messing up even more.

he was truly at his wit's end. now he knew rationally that this stress was probably contributing to his failures, so how could he deal with it? why you of course. you, the only person in his life that he would do anything for. you, who had stuck with him through thick and thin with promise to stay forever. you, who was his world.

so what better way to de-stress then to hunt you down and make you surrender to his embrace. he knew that sometimes to avoid stuff while he was working, you would take refuge in his office. only you and him could go in and out. so he beelined straight for his office hoping you were still there.

and you where, he immediately took you by surprise when he flung open the doors with such anger as he stormed over to his desk as he flung down his half mask. before distracting you from whatever you were doing by grahbing your hand and crashing down on the chaise lounge in his office.

you were faced with his now unmasked face as you two stared at each other. he wrapped his arms around you and brought himself to nuzzle into your neck as he muttered angrily under his breath. you returned his embrace as you let him try to cuddle into you as impossiblely close as ever imagined.

but you recognized this mood and let him indulge in the cuddled mess of tangled limbs. not that you would never indulge him. his angry mumbling died down you started pressing quick pecks to his head and running a hand through his hair until he brought his head back up to face you, which you took advantage of to turn your kisses to his face.

he would gladly stay like this for the rest of his life. you were the only one allowed to see him like this and the only one to do this to him. he pulled you even closer and he finally felt all of his stress melt away. however he had no plans on moving anytime soon and neither did you.

#x gender neutral reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin dottore #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore #genshin il dottore #il dottore x reader #webttore #🐓 anon ↩

[rexd1z]

IL DOTTORE X READER

idk what the fuck is this.

drabble? headcanons? oneshot? I have no idea, I just wrote it.

Dottore is Zandik!!!

Mentions of corpses, cutting open a living person, removing entrails, blood, obsessive and stalker behavior.

pink is reader and porpol is dottore 🥺

GN! reader ig

English isn't my first language (I'm Chilean) so sorry if there are grammatical errors or something is not understood.

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The first time he saw you, it was in the library and for him it was like love at first sight.

You met Zandik at the Akademiya, he studied in Haravatat and you in Vahumana.

you didn't even notice him staring at you with that crazy look of him.

He learned your routine and the places you go, even your favorite food and your favorite color.

He started following you everywhere from a considerable distance

Zandik draws horrible but he still made little sketches of you in the corners of his notebook

You ALWAYS noticed Zandik stalking you but you couldn't care less, you thought it was cute in a way.

After a few months of dating as "friends" (your dates were in the library or the Akademiya laboratory 💀), Zandik finally confessed to you.

He approached you thanks to Sohreh because she happened to be a friend of yours.

It was strange, he basically made you a poem talking about how he wants you to cut out his heart and eat his insides 💀💀💀💀💀

You accepted, you always thought Zandik was cute so, why not?

After joining the fatui, Zandik Dottore, dragged you with him and made the condition that you must be his personal assistant and be with him 24/7.

And Pierro accepted.

"-Zandik, what the hell are you doing? -you told him as you watched Dottore cut a a LIVING man in half and start injecting him with things that not even God knows what they are.

It was strange for you to have to start calling him Dottore, so in private you kept calling him Zandik.

-I am not Zandik anymore, darling -he said with his disgusting smile.

-Okay Zandik."

He always gets nervous around you even if he doesn't want to admit it, to the rest he must have an image of a hard, serious and cold man, but to you? It's another story.

but we must not forget that he is completely crazy, many times he did experiments with you (nothing totally risky) and he is so protective that he could kill someone if he lays a finger on you 💀

At some point he tried to take out his own heart to give it to you, you obviously interrupted his actions.

He's crazy, completely crazy and insane.

Somehow or another he managed to make you both immortal, so you will stay with him forever.

After creating his clones, he realized that everyone had a special affection for you, and those who didn't know you began to have the same obsession that he had with you at the Akademiya.

He tries to keep you away from his clones as much as possible, he is a very jealous man.

In short words, Dottore is really jealous and possessive, but he loves you with all his soul and even in death he will not leave you <3

Omega is the only clone he lets near you.

I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning and I'm dying of sleep plus I have school tomorrow

It's been a while since the last time i wrote something so it's weird to me😥😥😥

btw dottore is so babygirl I lovw him hes sosilly

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore #genshin x reader #Dottore is my pookie bear #yandere dottore #dottore is the best #i want to fck dottore #dottore x gn reader

[catscidr]

i wasn't going to post this but like ...... why not lmaoa. purely self indulgent because this happened to me earlier and i Craved dottore fluff. yk. when the comfort character is an objectively very bad person but u still want them to Comfort u....……… yeahhh (;￣ー￣川 ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝  cw: not proofread, written while i was still winded lowkey so sry if the grammar is goofy, fluff, implied fighting/training, some gross and icky descriptions of what it feels like to hyperventilate/struggling to breathe. reader does martial arts includes: gn reader, dottore wc: 750 (shortest post yet …. )

It was hard to breathe. Anytime you inhaled it felt like you were choking on nothing, tears stung your eyes as your chest heaved in and out in a futile attempt to get air to fill your lungs. The more you tried the worse your state became; as you inhale through your mouth you sniffle, snot blocking your sinuses from the urge to cry.  

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Sob.  

Your skin started to feel prickly, as if a colony of fire ants decided to make the space between your fat and skin their new home. With a head weighing what felt like a ton, you lean forward to heave. Strands of frizzy, sweaty hair falls forward to hide your face from whoever would want to take a look at your pitiful form on the ground. Tears slide down your cheeks, a dam broken by the absence of oxygen in your body. 

“Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. Deep breaths.” You feel a hand on your back, light and warm. The voice felt distant but still brought you comfort as you push through the gross sound of your mucus-filled nose and inhale as slowly and deeply as you can through your nose as per his directions. 

He removes his hand from your back. You hear the quiet sound of boots shuffling and not long after, you feel him crouch in front of you. Gloved hands come up to your pain-stricken face, tilting your head up to straighten your posture ever so slightly. “Breathe slowly,” he reminds you, voice a tad quieter than before, easing you into being able to breathe normally again. 

You suddenly feel self-conscious even as you’re clearly in distress- the urge to cover yourself, to wipe your nose and clean up whatever was out of place on your person to make yourself look presentable- to appear as if you weren’t, quite literally, hyperventilating and on the verge of a panic attack. His keen eyes catch the way you try to shut your mouth and he juts his index right on the edge of your bottom lip in a silent threat. Obeying wordlessly, you give up trying to make yourself look proper and crack your eyes open to take a look at the doctor.

Though your eyesight was blurry from the blobs of tears blocking the way, you could still clearly see Dottore’s signature mask (at this point you could probably recognize it even from several meters away) and a wave of calm washes over you. 

Still heaving harshly, the tears rolling down your cheeks go from being born from pain to being brought out from exhaustion. You shut your eyes, sniffling as your breathing eventually evens out, hands weakly tugging at your keikogi while your nails make dents into the skin underneath it. 

“You’re not supposed to let your anger control you when you spar,” he scoffs lightly. “This is what happens when you do.” Although his words were harsh, the tone he used was nothing but. Anyone else would turn away from him, but you knew better. Having the Second Harbinger comfort someone through a moment like this was unheard of- unless that someone was you. 

“I… ‘m sorry,” you mumble quietly, throat hoarse and stuffy from the last… however long you’ve been sitting on the dusty training room floor. He hushes you with an index to your lips and brings his hand down to rest on top of yours, frown seemingly permanently etched onto his face. “Did I do good, at least?” you ask with a crooked smile that immediately fades once your mouth stops moving. 

He hums, running his other hand through your hair to brush back any locks that had made their way back in front of your face again. “That’s for you to figure out,” he says blankly, words void of comfort (though his actions say otherwise). 

That answer was good enough for you. You let him caress you (awkwardly, since he wasn’t the most affectionate man, but it was better than nothing) as you keep inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. You hear the sound of people sparring just a mere few meters away, but none dare approach you, far too intimidated by the man in front of you. Carrying on their training as if this was a normal occurrence, you bask in the small amount of comfort he brought you. Your chest still hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to get some tissues to blow your nose, but Dottore’s gentle hand on going back and forth on your head was enough for now. 

#dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #il dottore x you #il dottore x reader #dottore x gn reader #il dottore x gn reader #il dottore x y/n #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

[lyxzeun]

— clingy genshin boys, and how they’re like.

he doesn’t show love that much, but you know he does. he isn’t really able to emphasize his love to you, but at times he could get very clingy! especially during his days off. be prepared because he’s not gonna go anywhere unless you pay attention to him the whole day, or even worse, a week. when he’s clingy, the morning will start out with lazy morning cuddles and moments of silence, with his arms around you while your back faces him, and you’re doing your best to look over your shoulder, and so you turn around to him, looking at him with a fond smile and loving eyes. during the afternoon, the two of you eat lunch, you get on the couch and he soon then joins you and cuddles with you, (again). and in the evening, he’s not letting you go on the bed, so make sure you’ve done all the work you’re supposed to do, he’s definitely clinging to you the whole day.

— SCARAMOUCHE, al haitham, DOTTORE .

this gentleman right here shows his love language to you by acts of service and quality time. although, sometimes it could be physical touch. for example, during mornings, he could wake up earlier than you since he’s a busy man (that still has time for you), but on day offs, holidays, and things as such, the mornings with him are pure bliss. the morning starts with you laying on his chest, then he sees you wake up and says a soft greeting; “goodmorning, love.” and sometimes you forget that he’s on a day off or if it’s a holiday, so hearing his raspy, groggy, sleepy voice is very surprising to hear after you wake up. during the day, he’ll make you some lunch and he doesn’t leave you on the table, he waits for you to finish lunch and admires you for a while. while he stares at you, he does things like wiping your mouth with a napkin or even wipe your bottom lip with his thumb (it’s kinda hot with the way he looks at you while he looks at you), and in the evening, he’s laying on your chest this time, and falls asleep to the calming and soft thumps of your heartbeat.

— DILUC, ZHONGLI, AL HAITHAM, kaeya .

— vale speaks ! .. if you all are wondering where are the others, im doing them tomorrow bc im tired and im trying my best not to overwork myself😝😝

#genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #gi x reader #gi imagines #gi fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #al haitham headcanons #al haitham fluff #al haitham x reader #il dottore x gn reader #dottore x gn reader #il dottore fluff #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore fluff #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #diluc imagines #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you

[etherealphosphor]

Wilting Rose Petals

⟡ Contains: Dottore x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Angst, Dottore has Hanahaki Disease, Mentions of coughing up blood, Mentions of painkillers, Good ending

BIG TW: Dottore is su!c!dal, please refrain from reading this if the content triggers you.

Being the Second of the Fatui Harbingers, Dottore had naturally been a cold and reserved man for most of his working life. Even before joining the Harbingers, he was more or less the same, only interested in his research. To him, conversation was a bore, and small talk was practically torture. Getting his business done while interacting with the least amount of people possible was an ideal day at work for him. In the past, the only people he really talked to were his segments.

However, oddly enough, his entire demeanor shifted when you—his part-time assistant—was around. He would go out of his way to talk to you, completely ignoring his responsibilities for however long he could manage to keep you. Dottore’s affection for you was painfully obvious to everyone who worked in the headquarters, as his mood greatly increased when you walked through the door.

His attitude altered so much when he was in your presence, to the point that if one needed to ask Dottore for a favor, they would wait until after you swung by his office. That was quite a wide-spread tactic in the Fatui Headquarters, and for good reason. Dottore would genuinely consider doing a favor for someone due to the cheery mood you put him in, as long as it was easy enough. However, if they interrupted his time with you, they'd be met with only unreasonableness and an incredibly short fuse.

To Dottore, you were the one thing he treasured in life. In recent years, his research lost its appeal and became awfully boring to him. Day after day, year after year, it was all the same. And for what? Why did any of it matter? What was he even living for anymore? Thoughts like those were normal for him. However, you kept him sane. You were like a helping hand in his time of need. You were the one thing that kept him alive each day.

Dottore’s heart and body yearned for you in ways he couldn’t describe. You were the singular light in his dark and lonely life. Even so, he didn’t want to tell you how he felt, for fear of losing you. Archons, what would he do if you never wanted to talk to him again? If he lost his beacon of hope, he wouldn’t know how to live on. So, instead of pursuing you, Dottore decided it was best to leave you as a fantasy that helped him keep his head above water.

As Dottore was daydreaming of you to distract himself from his mind, one of his segments—Theta—walked into his office.

"Hey Boss, is [Name] going to be here today? I know how much you enjoy their company. You get so gloomy when they aren’t around." Theta said in a playful tone as he leaned on the desk, smirking at Dottore.

Dottore felt a pang of sadness at being reminded of your absence. "[Name] is busy today and likely won’t be present."

"Oh, that’s a shame. You’re all smiles when [Name] walks through the door." Theta laughed.

"I am simply happy to be handing off some tasks to someone else. That’s all." Dottore lied, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Aw, come on. Don’t lie to me! I know you like them." Theta teased.

"I do not." Dottore replied, wearing that same grin that told Theta everything he needed to know.

"So, what is it about them, huh? What is it that’s got the Second Harbinger himself all lovesick?"

Dottore sighed. "..everything."

Theta’s eyes lit up. "Woah, you actually have human emotion? I was starting to doubt it. Man, I gotta tell the others!"

Before Dottore could call him back, Theta had run off to gossip with the other segments. He had always been the same. After Theta left, that happy expression on Dottore’s face faded quickly. He was good at covering up how he felt around other people, putting on a show of confidence for everyone around him. However, his personality completely shifted when he was left alone with only his thoughts to accompany him.

Putting his head in his hands, Dottore tried to calm his mind. Archons, he missed you. It had only been a day since he last saw you, and yet it was still agony to him. He was addicted to every aspect of you; you were his person. His only source of true joy.

How was he supposed to focus on his work if any hope of you coming to visit him was extinguished? If only—against all odds—you'd just walk into his office and give him the energy he needed to keep going.

And, as if his prayers were answered by Celestia itself, you appeared at the door, which was left ajar when Theta had run off.

"Good morning, Dottore!" You greeted him. "I’m sorry for not coming in sooner; as you know, I was busy."

Dottore’s heart fluttered in response. Oh, how happy he was to see you. "No, don’t apologize to me. You’re perfectly fine; everyone is busy on occasion. I assumed you were going to spend the whole day with Pulcinella."

"Well, I expected to originally, but I managed to complete all the tasks assigned to me in quick time. After all, I despise doing work for Pulcinella; I just wanted it to be over." You said.

"Oh? Really? What’s the problem with working for him?" Dottore asked, curious.

"He’s just so set in his ways. If I don’t do what he wants me to do in the exact way he does it, he’ll make me redo the entire thing. Even if it’ll all come out to the same solution! I very much prefer being your assistant, Dottore."

Dottore blushed at the compliment, but since his face was hidden behind his mask, you never noticed. "You do? What’s so much better about the tasks I assign?"

"Well, it’s more about the fact that I actually like you. You don’t criticize my every action, and you’re nice to me." You grinned at him.

"I like you too, [Name]." Dottore replied, before quickly clarifying, "You’re a lovely assistant. Maybe you should ask to work for me full-time."

"Unfortunately, Pulcinella would lose it. He already complains about me spending too much time running errands for you, as opposed to helping out the other harbingers."

"Why should you care what he thinks? If he asks for your assistance and then complains about the way you complete said task, then you are perhaps not the kind of person he is looking for. He should let that go and find someone else instead of berating you."

You considered that for a moment. "You’re right, Dottore. Maybe I should–"

Suddenly, you were cut off by a yell from outside. "[NAME], YOU FORGOT TO FILE THESE PAPERS IN OPPOSITE-ALPHABETICAL ORDER! I ASKED YOU TO FILE THEM FROM Z TO A, NOT A TO Z!"

"Better get back to work, then. We can talk about this later." You sighed before sprinting out of the room. "Coming! I apologize for my error, Pulcinella!"

The moment you left, Dottore was overcome with a strong urge to slam his head into his desk. He felt like a fool; it was so clear that he was begging for you to spend every day with him. He just hoped you hadn’t picked up on his subtle flirting throughout the conversation. After all, he wasn’t exactly good at keeping a straight face when you complimented him—something that could definitely give away how he felt.

'I like you too, [Name].' What was I even thinking when I said that!? Of course, they don’t feel the same things I feel about them. They just enjoy working for me; that’s all they meant by that. But, Archons, it felt good to hear them say that they liked me.

As he inwardly cursed himself, his thoughts began to wander to even more self-deprecating ones. How could someone like you ever harbor the same care that he did for you? What did he even do to deserve your attention? Someday, would you consider him more than just someone you worked for? Was he even worth it? Would you hate him if he confessed?

Now Dottore was stuck between two equally unpleasant options. Either continue his dull and monotonous work or let his brain fill the silence by telling him how unworthy he was. Neither choice was something he particularly wanted, but he knew that his research must be completed for the day.

And so, day after day, he spent most of his time in his office, doing research just to fit the requirements of what was expected of him. Archons, he was so tired of it all. Nothing mattered to him anymore—except for you, maybe.

Each time you walked into his office, his day got significantly better. Unbeknownst to you, Dottore set aside all his work just to talk to you. You had simply assumed he was just so on top of everything that he could spare the time. Dottore had occasionally considered asking you out to a nearby cafe—just as work friends—but he was too worried that you’d take the invite the wrong way.

And so, he held his tongue. Of course, his heart begged for him to just make a move on you, but his brain prevented him from doing so. He knew that if his last reason to live was to be scared away, he’d surely fail to go on. Months went by like this; Dottore desperately longing for your affection.

One day, as Dottore sat at his desk, he suddenly felt the urge to clear his throat—almost like something was blocking his airway. Coughing a couple times, Dottore felt the strange object become dislodged and fall gently into the hand he was using to cover his mouth. Looking down, Dottore spotted a small petal; the shade was barely even pink; one could argue that it was closer to white than anything else.

Met with this odd occurrence, Dottore couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with him. After all, one doesn’t just start coughing up flowers for no reason. But after taking a minute to think, Dottore couldn’t recall the last time he was around a flower. After all, flowers in Snezhnaya die unless kept inside, and Dottore had none in his office.

Despite his suspicions, Dottore decided to chalk it up to a peculiar circumstance with no further investigation required. However, when he coughed up another petal, he knew that this situation was much more serious. Dottore was very knowledgeable about all of Teyvat’s various illnesses, so it didn’t take much more pondering for him to connect the dots.

Coughing up petals.. no… no. It can’t be. I can’t possibly have contracted Hanahaki Disease. There’s absolutely no way.

Dottore immediately began pulling books on various types of illnesses off of the shelves in his office, flipping through them, hoping to find something—anything—on the specific ailment.

After about a minute, he found exactly the page he was looking for in one of the books. Quickly, he read through the section on possible cures. There was no chance he was going to tell you of the affection he secretly held for you. And even less likely, have you reciprocate his feelings? Impossible. Simply impossible.

Confessing… confessing… That won’t do—not at all. Even if I did decide to—which I heavily doubt—the likelihood of [Name] sharing my affection.. I don’t want to think about it. It’s impossible. Dottore thought, skimming through the text.

As Dottore continued to read, he came to a realization. His options were either to somehow woo you into loving him or to hold his tongue and die in the process.

When he realized these were his two options, Dottore wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. Any normal person wouldn’t wait for the disease to end them and would instead confess to their person, no? However, Dottore wasn’t the average man. He was tired of work—or, to be more precise, he was tired of living. When he really thought about it, what he wanted most was for it all to end. To eternally sleep in silence and in peace. No more responsibilities, and no more pain. This disease was his way out.

And so, he decided to accept his fate. He would leave the world behind due to his disease, and he wouldn’t look back. Not for anyone; not even you.

More time passed, and each day, Dottore coughed up flower petals more frequently. He observed that the color of the petals was gradually getting darker each time they appeared. However, he wasn’t that concerned. After all, he would finally have a chance to escape the constant cycle of his meaningless life. He was tired of holding on by a thread and a hopeless fantasy; all he really wanted now was to rest.

Even if Dottore wasn’t worried about himself, you certainly were. Even with Pulcinella constantly requesting your help, you still interacted with Dottore on occasion. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly much, but it was still enough to get a good sense of where Dottore was in terms of health. You had noticed his posture had gotten worse, and so had his general demeanor. Before, he used to straighten up when you walked into his office and would greet you with a smile. However, nowadays, he always seemed exhausted and burnt out.

What especially worried you was the strange coughing you occasionally heard from him, which sounded as if he was quite ill. You wished to get to the bottom of what was going on with him, but you didn’t want to inquire about things that weren’t your business.

You knew that if Dottore was suffering from an ailment, he would simply take the measures needed to cure himself. So why exactly did he still seem so sick? Was the treatment not working? Or was it just not taking effect yet? The only other possibility you could think of was that his sickness could not be easily treated. You weren’t sure what it could be, so you tried to calm your mind by assuring yourself that you were likely overthinking. Dottore would get over it in a couple weeks, right?

However, little did you know, that cough of his could very well be the end of him.

One day, as Dottore was strolling through the headquarters’ hallways, he stopped by a window to look out at the falling snow. He never really noticed the beauty of it until now—not until there was a chance he’d never get to see it again. Due to his focus being elsewhere, he didn’t notice Delta—another one of his segments—behind him until he spoke up.

"Something is wrong with you, Boss." Delta said evenly; it wasn’t a question.

Not bothering to turn around, Dottore replied calmly, "Nothing is wrong with me. Why would you think that, Delta?"

"Do you really think you can assure me just by denying my suspicions? First of all, you’ve been coughing for months; something is clearly up with your health, both physical and mental. Secondly, I saw the pages you marked in that book you left on your desk. Hanahaki, was it? Am I correct in thinking that this matter has something to do with [Name]? You’re quite fond of them, after all."

"You shouldn’t be getting involved in other people’s problems, Delta. You should know better than that." Dottore spoke in a cold tone.

"No, you should know better! You’ve always been like this—awfully stubborn. You’re mistreating yourself, Boss! I can’t just stand by and watch it happen. I’m getting involved in your problems because you won’t help yourself!" Delta raised his voice.

"When have you ever had control over my actions? You’re merely my segment; I am the one with power over you, not the other way around. I’d advise you to get your nose out of my business. It is my choice and mine alone whether or not I get help." Dottore walked away from Delta without another word.

Along with Dottore’s fading footsteps, Delta could hear him coughing as he left. He was so frustrated; why couldn’t Dottore just accept his aid? Why did he have to be so stubborn as to refuse to confess to you, even if it meant the death of him? Dottore of all people should have known that there was no alternative cure for Hanahaki Disease. So what in the world were his motives?

Delta was thoroughly confused by the man’s behavior. However, Dottore had his eyes on one goal and one goal alone: ending his miserable life. Absolutely nothing could get in his way. Archons, how he wished for an opportunity like this. All he had to do was wait until his body finally gave out, and then all would be still.

As more weeks passed, Dottore’s Hanahaki Disease steadily got worse. His throat had begun to feel sore, and it was quite painful to speak. However, through the pain, his hope was restored. His disease had gotten to the later stages; his life was coming to an end at last.

One evening, as Dottore was working on his soulless research, Delta came in to check on his condition.

"Boss? Is everything going okay?"

Dottore beckoned for him to come closer, not saying a word. The only noise that could be heard was his slight coughing as some rouge-colored petals fell from his mouth. Once Delta was close enough, Dottore wrote the names of some painkillers on a slip of paper and handed it to him.

Taking the paper, Delta stared down at the man before him. "What do you want me to do with this? Do you need me to get you these pills from your lab?"

Dottore simply nodded.

"Boss, painkillers won’t make your Hanahaki Disease go away. You can’t just keep ignoring it! You are hurting for a reason; your body needs help. The other segments and I are all worried for you; even [Name] is uneasy. You know, they miss you a lot, Dottore. We all do."

At the mention of your name, Dottore covered his ears, refusing to listen any further. He was determined to calm the beating in his heart that was triggered by Delta mentioning your concern for him. He couldn’t let his feelings for you interfere with his plans.

Eventually, Delta gave up trying to reason with him and went off to retrieve the medicine. After all, he wasn’t going to make Dottore suffer more than the man always was. However, there and then, Delta decided that he needed to tell you what was going on. He had wanted to inform you for a while, but felt guilty about breaking Dottore’s trust. But now, in his heart, he knew it was more important to save him.

Once Delta had acquired the medicine, he came back to find Dottore coughing up more petals than normal. He set down a couple pill bottles on Dottore’s desk, as well as a glass of water for him to swallow them with.

Archons, he just gets worse and worse every day. Delta thought, before bidding him farewell and closing the door to his office.

Just before Dottore was about to take his medication, he had another bout of coughing. The glass of water fell to the floor and shattered as Dottore doubled over in pain. This time, it felt absolutely excruciating, and the magenta-colored petals that fell to his desk were stained with his blood.

Dottore felt that crimson liquid spill from his mouth and drip onto the desk. He knew at this point that he was really, truly dying. However, even so, he felt oddly at peace. His years of labor would finally come to an end. His life would come to an end.

He had to pinch himself just to get the pills down, as the pain of swallowing was making his eyes sting. His own blood was enough for him to take the medication with, as the glass of water was no longer an option. All he had to do was endure half an hour of this torture before his throat would go numb.

Just as Dottore was heading to his private chambers to relax a bit as he waited for the pain to cease, he overheard Delta speaking to someone.

Delta was frantically trying to tell you something. "[Name], I have some extremely important information that you need to know about. It’s concerning Dottore and why he hasn’t been his usual self. He has—"

Just as Delta was about to reveal his secret, Dottore grabbed his neck, pulling him away from you.

Through the pain, Dottore managed to say, "That information isn’t for you to share as you please, Delta."

Feeling a hand on his neck, Delta went silent. Dottore wasn’t choking him, but this action was enough to stop him from telling you about the man’s disease.

Dottore dragged Delta away, leaving you alone to ponder what in the world was so important that Dottore had to threaten Delta just so he wouldn’t say it? Meanwhile, Dottore spoke quietly to Delta in an empty hallway.

"Delta. I don’t want to have to do this, as you’re the segment I trust the most. Zeta is too mysterious, Epsilon is too naive, Theta doesn’t take anything seriously, and Psi is never here. That is why I am reluctant to make a decision about your future; you are making things hard for me." Dottore spoke, enduring the pain speaking caused to his throat that had yet to fade.

"What are you talking about, Boss? What decision?" Delta nervously asked him.

"If this continues, I may have to send you away to a different nation, somewhere far away, where you cannot tamper with my plans."

"Oh really? You want to send me away? And what plans? What plans have you ever had!? Do you really intend to pass away just because you don’t want to tell [Name] that you love them!?" Delta yelled at Dottore.

"This is exactly what I mean. You get too involved with other people’s worries." Dottore spoke coldly.

"I’m loyal to you! That’s what this is, Boss! Loyalty! I want to save your life above all else, don’t you see!?"

Dottore sighed. "Yes, I see that, Delta. However, my orders are for you to stand back."

Now, Delta was extremely frustrated with him. "I care about you! I can’t just watch you perish! Boss, it’s almost as if you want to die!"

"MAYBE I DO!" Dottore snapped. "EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, DELTA!? HAS ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED THAT!?"

Time seemed to stop.

"I—Boss? What?"

Regretting his words, Dottore quickly walked away from him, heading to his private chambers. "Forget it, Delta. It doesn’t matter."

"No—wait—this is serious. Boss? Boss, are you—" Delta tried to go after Dottore, but the man had already locked himself in his room.

"Please, leave me alone." Dottore said from behind the locked door.

Dottore fell onto his bed, exhausted. Archons, it hurt for him to speak. And yelling on top of that? He was surprised that it only hurt a medium amount, and didn't feel like his throat was being ripped open. He could feel blood dripping onto his bedsheets; he’d have to clean it up later. Now all he could do was ignore Delta’s desperate pleas for him to come out as he waited for the painkillers to kick in.

Meanwhile, you were absolutely shocked. Curiosity had gotten the better of you, and you had eavesdropped on their argument. All this new information had hit you like a truck. You had no clue that Dottore felt the way he did.

Dottore is dying from.. Hanahaki Disease? What is that? He wants to die? He.. loves me..? Archons, I’m so confused.. You thought, before running off to the library stationed in the Fatui Headquarters.

You were certain to find something on diseases in there, as it contained shelf after shelf of informational books on every topic under the sun.

As you rushed through the doors, the librarian slowly looked up at you. "Need something, honey? You look like you’re in a hurry."

"Yes, I do need help." You said, out of breath. "D-do you have anything on Hanahaki Disease?"

"Aw, someone’s lovesick, huh? What a shame; all you can do is hope they like you back." The woman said lazily, typing something up on her computer. "Well, we do have a couple books containing some information on that illness. Follow me, honey."

"I–the book is for.. a friend." You clarified.

"Mhm, that’s what they all say. Just make sure you return the book before you die; it’s such a hassle to go looking for them." The librarian replied as she led you over to a shelf.

"I’m not dying, ma’am."

"Sure you’re not, honey. Denial is all you have left, I suppose."

The woman began to pull a couple heavy books off the shelf, handing them to you. You nearly fell over due to the weight in your arms.

"Ma’am, I think I’ll be okay with these for now. Thank you." You said, nearly about to tip over.

"Good for you; have fun. Or don’t. I don’t really care. I’ll be at my desk if you need anything." The librarian walked away, leaving you to do your research.

You skimmed through the first one of the thick books, looking for a section on Hanahaki Disease. Once you found it, you thoroughly read through the entire text.

Unrequited love.. You could feel your heart beating quicker. Of course, you held very tender emotions towards Dottore, but you were too afraid to say anything before. Now was not the time to be getting butterflies over him—he was in serious danger.

You now knew you were the key to saving him. However, you were lost on what to do. Dottore had himself locked in his room and wouldn’t even listen to his most trustworthy segment, Delta. If you pushed him, Dottore would only hide away further. And then you’d truly never get the chance to save him.

You’d need to lure him out somehow, wouldn’t you? But how would you accomplish that? You were still pondering that as you walked out of the library, awkwardly carrying one of the giant books. As you headed towards your room to give yourself time to ponder, you overheard Delta pleading with Dottore.

"Boss, we can talk about this, okay? It doesn’t have to be this way. If you just let me help, things can get better. Please don’t give up like this."

Still hiding behind that locked door, Dottore responded, "I don’t need your help, Delta. Just leave. I want to sleep."

"No, Boss. I’m not leaving. You need help; you just don’t know how to accept it. I’m staying out here until you’re ready."

Your heart lurched painfully at that. What in the world would you do? You weren’t sure exactly how far along the disease had gotten, but he was still talking in clear sentences, which was a good sign that he wasn’t on his death bed yet. Still, when you thought back, his cough had started quite a long time ago, so he was likely in the latest stages. At best, he had maybe a week left. You didn’t want to assume he’d hold on for much longer, so you knew that you needed to act fast. You’d try to save him in the morning if he came out of his room.

Meanwhile, Dottore was just trying to fall asleep. Archons, his body was so exhausted. Delta hadn’t stopped begging him to come out and likely wouldn’t for a while. Dottore’s eyelids began to feel heavy, and he could sense himself drifting off. He wasn’t even quite sure if he’d see the next day; he really hoped he wouldn’t. Then his pathetic and miserable life would finally come to an end.

However, to Dottore’s great disappointment, he did wake up the next day. His body felt weak and oddly warm, and he longed to go outside in the snow to cool off. When he opened his door, he found that Delta had spent the night curled up outside of it.

Dottore carefully stepped over his sleeping body and began heading towards a door to the outside. That particular exit to the Fatui Headquarters wasn’t well known and therefore didn’t warrant being guarded. It was almost too good to be true, as the last thing Dottore wanted was for his plans to be discovered by anyone else. He didn’t want anyone’s help.

Once Dottore reached the exit, he stumbled outside, slowly making his way out into the snow. He wasn’t wearing the proper layers, just a collared shirt and pants, but he still felt too warm. The falling snowflakes melted on his skin, cooling him down just a bit. It still wasn’t enough for him.

When he was about ten yards into the snow, he began to have another coughing fit. He was in pure agony this time, as he had forgotten to take his pain medication that morning. He fell to his knees as blood poured from his mouth, leaving a stark contrast in the snow. Along with his blood, tears flowed down his face. Archons, the pain was unbearable. Pure red petals were scattered all around him, a sign that his disease had gotten to its worst stage.

Dottore didn’t even have the energy to stay balanced, and he fell to his side. Blood still dripped from his mouth as he lay in the snow and let the cold embrace his feverish body. All he could think of was that he could finally rest—forever this time. Just before his eyes began to shut, he caught sight of a figure running towards him, yelling his name.

Oh. It’s [Name]. At least they’ll be the last thing I see before I die.

When you reached him, you dropped to your knees beside him and removed the mask from his face.

"Oh no.. no.. please be okay.. please be alive.." You said frantically.

Dottore looked up at you as you did so, those crimson eyes of his matching the blood that was still dripping from his mouth. Those eyes that were wet with tears that had yet to fall. Likewise, you could feel your own tears dripping down your face.

"Dottore.. please don’t leave me. I love you; I always have. Just hang on for me, okay?" You spoke softly to him, gently stroking his cheek as you wiped away his tears.

Because of your heartfelt words, Dottore’s wretched curse was broken. However, at that point, Dottore was too weak to care that his attempt had failed. All that he cared about was the fact that you shared his feelings. His aching heart had seemingly been revived. You held Dottore closer, embracing him as you cried into his shoulder.

"Please, Dottore. Don’t try anything like this ever again. I’m going to get you the help you need; please just keep holding on."

Dottore had felt as though his existence was worthless, but now he was comforted knowing that it meant something to you. You loved him. That alone gave it purpose. Archons, it felt like a dream. His one reason to keep going had saved his life yet again.

Slowly, Dottore began to speak, "[Name].. I—I love you too.."

You smiled at him, tears still streaming down your face. Gently, you pressed your lips to his, your kiss as soft as a feather. It was at that moment that Dottore truly realized that he would no longer have to struggle alone. You’d be there for him every step of the way to recovery.

His life was finally worth something again.

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[abyssruler]

fool’s hope

yandere dottore x gn!reader

character death, mentions of blood, dottore being a bastard, yandere

There was once a clone of his who loved you — genuinely, truly loved you.

You’ve seen him at his most terrifying, seen him grin and cackle as he dissected a live person, even seen him in a quiet and solemn state. You once thought you had seen all his expressions and moods he was capable of showing — but it was the way that clone looked at you with such softness you didn’t know he could possess, touch featherlight as it held you gently. And it was then you realized you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be touched with kindness.

It made your weak heart beat with newly found hope.

It had the most charming laugh and a smile that could make anyone swoon. He’d always been attractive, eyes gravitating towards him even against their will. But he was also cruel and needlessly condescending. The clone was an anomaly, an error to his calculations that he so highly thought of.

You didn’t care about abnormalities and mistakes, didn’t care that this small slice of happiness would soon be ripped away, because for once in your life, the sight of those red eyes brought a sense of fondness instead of fear and hate.

He killed that clone before it was even two weeks old, watching you cry over its corpse with barely hidden interest shining behind those horrid eyes.

“Would you cry for me if I died?” He asked, more out of his own twisted sense of amusement than any true desire to know the answer. His own way of mocking your grief.

The answer you gave was full of vitriol and loathing.

“Never.”

“You contradict yourself.” He laughed, crossing his arms behind his back and peering down your tear-stricken face. “The clone I had just killed could be, in a sense, considered as ‘me’, no? And if I’m not mistaken, those are tears running down your face. Unless you’re actually crying about getting blood on your clothes, then by all means, you’re welcome to watch as I cut open my ‘self’ to study the lapse in its behaviors.”

You had never wanted to hurt anyone as much as you did then.

Silence reigned over the dimly lit room he called a laboratory, the blood had seeped through your clothes but still, you didn’t say a word. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your composure again.

“Pity,” he finally said after it became clear that you won’t provide the reaction he wanted. He gestured a hand to the corpse of his clone, not sparing it the barest of glances, dismissive even to his own self. You wished he cared as little about you as he did his other halves.

You watched the Fatui grunts haul the body away with a detached feeling, not quite processing it yet so aware of every little detail happening in front of you.

At that moment, you had wondered, a foolish little notion that you couldn’t quite snuff out, what it would have been like had it managed to keep its promise of overthrowing the prime and treating you better than he ever would.

“I realize that, given who I am, such words wouldn’t give you much assurance, let alone evoke an emotion one could akin to happiness—not that I would know, being what I am and what I am not allowed to feel. But when I’m with you, I… I feel as if my mind begins to program itself differently from the way it should. It is confusing, and I’ve never been one to deal with confusion in a healthy manner. I should think it’s beyond me to feel sympathy, let alone this anomaly the signals in my brain are creating, but… it is not something I would consider a mistake. A breakthrough, perhaps, in the loosest sense of the word. I understand now why the prime would rather not deal with these emotions—they are much too tiring—but it brings with it a sense of satisfaction I don’t believe I’ve ever felt before. How strange. You make me feel strange.”

Dottore does not make mistakes — or so you once thought.

He once mentioned how each clone is a fragment of his self, everything they are and ever will be has already been achieved by him.

That is why I am the prime, little one, he told you with a grin that raised the hairs on your skin.

But you did wonder, in a fit of impulsivity and a delusion-spurned thought to imagine a better life for yourself, if somehow a minuscule, almost infinitesimal amount, part of him once felt the same way that clone of his did for you somewhere deep within that heartless cavity he calls a chest.

It remains unclear to this day.

But sometimes you wish he did, if only to see those eyes of his look at you with tenderness and longing just once more.

#do yall even realize how creepy it was to write dottore as ‘gentle’ and ‘soft’ #a version of him but still #>_< #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere dottore #yandere dottore x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore #il dottore #gn reader

[cyber-night]

Overstiming Dottore

Content warnings: Smut, overstimulation, GN reader, uhhhh that's kinda it.

Dottore lay beneath you shaking. It was cute, really. The great Il Dottore reduced to this... a drooling mindless slut. He had a bad habit of mouthing off but once you got him past the first... two? Three? Orgasms his voice was only good for these sweet pathetic whines. It was glorious. "Zandik darling? What number are we on again? I think I've forgotten, perhaps we should start from the top again." His body shuddered, another dry orgasm, not that that stopped you from fucking him like a rag doll. "Nngh~ N- Ah! No please... mhg to much." You laugh cruelly as you fuck him harder. Making his body tremble. "Then tell me what orgasm number your on baby." You don't slow down your brutal pace of fucking him to let him think. His body is as limp as a dolls. "S-six?" He asks with a moan as you brutalise his prostate. "No I think we should start over. You clearly haven't been paying attention. I'll even be generous and say that was one."

#dottore #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #sub genshin #il dottore #il dottore x reader #bottom dottore #dottore x gender neutral reader #dottore x gn reader #Cyber-Night

[mondaymelon]

my darling experiment. (dottore x gn!reader)

warnings! tw needles, dottore is pretty cold to you at the start, innocent/clueless reader, use of petnames

(a/n) i might not have captured his character right but overall i think i did a pretty good job⋆｡°✩

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"Tch. Crying already?" Dottore's voice was cold and cruel. You could tell he was making a displeased look, even under his mask. The way the corners of his lips pointed downwards whenever he was upset, and the slight rigidity of his figure... it had taken you a while to get used to. A tense, gloved hand gripped your shoulder in a way you wish you could describe was gentle. As you stilled, he clucked his tongue approvingly, and you could hear the smile in voice. "That's a good darling." Readying his syringe that was filled with semi-clear blue fluid, his mouth formed a smirk.

Just seeing the metallic, repulsive tip made your skin crawl. Tears began pooling at your eyes again as you trembled. "D-Do we really have to-"

"Be quiet." Dottore's voice came out as a snarl as you felt his gaze bore into you menacingly. Flinching, you clamped your hands over your mouth immediately, but the tears just couldn't stop. They spilled down from your eyes and landed on the floor like little raindrops.

A burst of pain surged through your body as Dottore, without warning, inserted the syringe and emptied out the fluid in your veins. It hurt, and not in a dull way, but in a sharp manner. Fear gripped your heart, and your breath hitched, eyes wide. As the last of the blue liquid was dispensed, the man withdrew the needle and smiled. "There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"D-Doctor could I have a bandag-"

"Yes, yes. Always so impatient, it seems." Dottore sounded exasperated, but strided over to the white cabinets lined on the wall and rummaged about for a minute or two. "Here." He stated, handing you a bandage and watched you put it on yourself.

Letting out a sigh of relief that it was finally over, you blinked at Dottore with your doe eyes. "Doctor, doctor, when will the shots finally be over?"

"Ah..." Dottore seemed to ponder that for a moment as a smirk made its way across his face. "As much as I'd like to say, not long, and smile at you, that isn't the case." The man paused as he saw your figure sag. "It's just that you're such an obedient little patient that I couldn't bear to let you go."

He laughed under his breath as he saw you immediately perk up. "Really, doctor?"

Dottore hummed his satisfaction, stepping forward and running a hand through your hair, an almost innocent movement if you didn't know who you were facing. "Yes, really. I'll never let you leave my side."

"Hehe, thanks...?" You weren't exactly sure if it was a compliment, but you thanked the blue-haired man nonetheless. From where you sat, swinging you legs back and forth on the metal examining table, Dottore's six foot figure towered over you intimidatingly. "Speaking of which... doctor, how come you never take off your mask?"

"Ah..." Dottore had expected this question eventually, knowing your curious nature. Yet, he still paused to let his thoughts wander.

"Oh!" Suddenly, your eyes grew sad. "Is it because you're sick?"

Dottore chuckled deeply and shook his head, smiling. "No, darling. I'm not sick at all. My face is a part of my past to which I have left behind."

"...Oh."

There was a moment of silence as Dottore began scribbling something down on a pad of paper. His handwriting was nearly unintelligible, and you were only able to catch snippets of the words, exceptional and perfect. You weren't really sure why he was writing these things about you, but they sounded like he was praising you, so you didn't think twice about it. After all, it surely wasn't often that Dottore was this nice to you. Today was already a blessing in itself.

"Then..." You began, glancing at Dottore as he looked up from his paper. "Do you get lonely sometimes?"

The man seemed at a loss for words, only shaking his head and saying, "I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"Well, you said you left behind your past, right? Won't your friends and family miss you a lot?" You cocked your hand innocently at the blue-haired man as he let out a guttural laugh.

"Ahaha...! Family and friends, you say... now that's a new one."

"Doctor...?"

"I don't need them. Not anymore. Not when I have you, my lovely specimen." Dottore smiled at you sweetly, a look of obsession clouding his red-eyed gaze.

"So you wouldn't ever leave me, would you?"

"I would never dream of it."

"That's my darling experiment."

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