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nabakisan · 2 months

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nabakisan · 6 months

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A bit of angsty Dottolone/Panttore 🧪🪙

Angst, fluff, chat, no smut, sfw

It was late in the evening. The atmosphere in Pantalone’s office was dim. The only source of light was a candle on top of his desk.

Pantalone was writing quietly, occasionally muttering some calculations or passages under his breath. Overall he was quite a silent worker. The only sound heard was the ink dropping from the tip of the brush when Pantalone used it. It was common knowledge that Regrator always added floral scent into his inking. All the letters that came from Snezhnaya were overflown with a gentle, sweet blossomy fragrance.

Regrator was a man known for his perfectionism, stubbornness and persistence. It especially made an impact on his working style. He could work whole days and evenings without a need for a break. He did not eat for long intervals, completely forgetting about basic human needs and proper nutrition. Regrator held himself to the highest standards ever known to humanity. His outstanding working performance and dedication imspired his employees, and it was obvious that, demanding a lot from himself, he was also petty about his subordinates’ success. Many would call him a strict, upright boss who wanted everything to his liking. If something was not satisfactory enough, he would ask to try again, and again, and again until the project was made to complete perfection. He was a difficult man, many feared him, yet he was also highly regarded.

He brushed aside his curly gray hair strand and ended the sentence. Then, he folded the letter and tossed it away. The rich man took off his glasses that were adorned with a chain of diamonds crossed together, and sighed in exhaustion. He rubbed his temples, his eyes, and spaced out for a few seconds, sinking into tranquility.

As he hummed silently, his muscles relaxed, but only for a limited period, before someone who knocked in the door, stupidly ruined his peace.

Regrator opened his eyes and asked:

“Yes? I remember I gave a clear order to all my subordinates not to disturb me at this time.”

“It’s me”, the raspy voice came from the outer side of the door.

“Oh…” Regrator cleared his throat and put his eyeglasses on. “Well, Doctor, if you are in for a new funding, please make it quick. I’m quite…” he clicked his tongue, “busy.”

“You’re always busy”, Dottore said as he threw the door open amd nonchalantly entered.

Il Dottore started slowly approaching the desk where Regrator sat. The latter rose his head at him.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“So harsh for a gentleman.”

“I never said I was one”, Pantalone folded another letter, still not looking at Doctor. He then pulled a desktop shelf and got a heavy bag of more. Stretching his arm at Dottore’s direction, he said smoothly: “Sign there.”

Dottore chuckled as if the situation brought him impeccable amusement. Reacting to his laughter with concern, Pantalone finally gave him a condescending stare.

“Is this not enough for you? You know, you’ve become quite…” Regrator bit his lip and contemplated, “greedy for a scholar.”

“A scholar’s always greedy for science. But no, this one would be perfectly fine. In fact, I originally came to you not for money. However, given this circumstance and your unchanging generousity, I shall accept your support”, Dottore hid the mora bag.

“Really?” Regrator clasped his hands together, “If you’d be so kind to enlighten me with the reason of your visit, Doctor. I’m quite busy at this moment of shift. What brings you to the Ninth Harbinger and what could you possibly require of him?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing, truly. I was thinking if we could spend more time together, Regrator.”

Pantalone’s glare was serious, his tone almost mocking.

“And what would you mean by that, Dottore?”

“Nothing too fancy. Just—”

Pantalone shut him, raising his gloved finger. Dottore froze.

“Surely you understand I am not available for a small talk in the slightest”, Pantalone crossed his legs and discarded his work. “… I told you to give me some space from time to time. I am a businessman, and my time is limited. My time is precious to me, it is priceless, Dottore. Yet you seem to neglect my requests. You keep coming, as if my words”, he turned the brush in his fingers a few times, “mean absolutely nothing to you.”

Regrator threw away the brush, the ink spotted his desktop as the man rapidly raised.

“You think you can just appear whenever you want and… demand for my attention? Oh, I beg you, don’t be so smug”, he spat.

Between the two men, there was thick silence. Regrator’s sight fell on his desk and he got a sudden idea. The rich man gripped the drafts with his hand and threw it in front of Dottore’s face, humiliating him completely. Then, in the next moment, his expression became collected at once. He cleared his throat, sat back at the desk and asked in a soft voice:

“You wouldn't like to disappoint or insult me, would you, scholar?”

Pantalone adjusted his black leather gloves and abandoned Dottore’s whim, turning his attention away from him.

Laughing like a madman, Dottore threw his head back. Regrator observed him with a skeptical expression, waiting for Doctor’s insanity to stop. It was a ridiculous spectacle. The one man was cold and unapproachable, drowned in his tasks, while the other did not flinge to get on his nerves.

Eventually though, Dottore approached Regrator where he was sitting. As he stood despicably close to the Ninth, he hummed in strange sense of delight and said coldly:

“You know, it has always amused me how you have balls to speak to me as if you were the Second.”

Dottore pulled Pantalone by his collar and slammed his body on top of the desk, minding the burning candle.

“What are you—”

“Sh-h, or someone might hear you. I believe you wouldn’t approve of anyone to see you pinned against your own desk”, Dottore whispered, “by someone… like… me.”

“Why are you doing this? Let me go”, Regrator demanded.

He knew he was weaker. His body was not his strongest weapon. He learnt it quite long ago, when he was beaten by other starving kids in the street. Pantalone had always been a feeble man. Someone, who’s condition was particularly sickly. Thus, with time, he learnt to use his mind. His intelligence, he fueled it, improved it; his brain was his only weapon since his body did not work for the sake of fight properly. He knew something, for example, basic skills to protect himself. But who was he to stand against the Doctor? The enhanced human… The immortal scholar…

No, Pantalone would not be capable of beating this opponent.

A sudden pain went through his veins as Dottore injected something gross into his shoulder. Pantalone gasped and tried to kick Dottore, but the latter’s grip was tight enough to keep Regrator in control.

“Ah… Scared, are we? Where has your boldness gone?”

“What did you pump into me? I demand an answer”, he hissed and muttered under his breath, “this is ridiculous.”

[this post has only limited part of the fanfic. if you want to proceed, please wait for the full upload on ao3 💌]