They/Them | 27 | Suggestive stuff and slight horror might be reblogged here, but any full NSFW stuff will be put elsewhere | Any stories I write will be in the #my writing tag
tags: fluff, painting, slice of life, dottore drew a portrait of pantalone
they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and art is the manifestation of that belief. to become someone's muse, someone's inspiration is the greatest honor that anybody could receive. to be seen and painted with appreciation through another person's eyes.
in his youth, dottore studied anatomy frequently. as a scientist and a doctor, it was very crucial to understand and remember every muscle, bone and organ in the human body. the best forms of anatomy practices was through sketching outlines of the human body on paper.
his studies in anatomy had proven to be valuable, where he used his knowledge to develop a passion for painting. he was incredibly fascinated by color theory and composition, often experimenting with different technqiues in his downtime.
thanks to his curiosity and perseverance, he managed to teach himself how to paint without any guidance from a mentor. this was one of the rare activities where he didn't feel the need to be a perfectionist, art was simply something that he did for entertainment alone.
like the piano, his passion for painting slowly wither away from his life. for years, he continued to bury himself into his research and never made an effort to draw again until a few months ago. however, dottore decides to keep his hobby a secret from pantalone for a while.
he knows that pantalone would be very supportive of his endeavors and dottore will forever be grateful for that. it's just rather embarrassing to admit that pantalone has become his inspiration to paint again.
at first, he originally had returned to art for the sole purpose to sketching the banker's body. pantalone had a long history of health complications and surgeries, it's only natural that dottore would write it down in his medical reports.
eventually, he moved away from clinical sketches to painting pantalone in private. dottore has always been captivated by his husband's facial expressions. whether it was anger or happiness, not a single expression went excluded.
it was amusing whenever pantalone's brows furrowed in frustration because someone managed to irritate him. it was also endearing to witness his genuine smile, which was only reserved for him and him alone.
no words can described how utterly beautiful and lovely pantalone was in his eyes. during the evening, dottore had quietly return to his laboratory with the intention of finishing his portrait. thankfully for him, pantalone was already fast asleep and not a single soul was around to disturb his peace.
with a wooden palette in one hand and a brush in the other, he dipped the paintbrush into fresh paint and resumed his earlier progress. each stroke of his brush glided across the canvas with caution, finishing the outline in black paint before filling out the empty spaces with shades of violet and blue.
pantalone's smile was his most prominent feature but there was something equally appealing about his eyes. although he rarely open his eyes without a reason, those violet irises always stood out to dottore like beautiful gemstones.
he always drew pantalone with his eyes closed but this time, it will be different. he wanted to capture his beauty and the best way to do that is painting his husband with his eyes fully open.
just as he began to add highlights to the hair, the sound of the doors opening didn't capture his attention right away. unfortunately, his concentration was interrupted by a gentle tap on his shoulder, which managed to startled dottore, nearly dropping the wooden palette and brush from his hands.
"my apologies, i didn't mean to startle you."
"it's fine but why are you awake? it's almost 3AM." dottore quickly stepped in front of the canvas, trying to shield it from pantalone's view. "i should be asking you that." a light smile forms on his lips, noticing dottore was far more cautious than usual. "you weren't in bed and it was quite lonely. what are you doing here?"
his curiosity got the better of him, leaning over to the side and stole a glimpse of the canvas. his eyes widened almost immediately, a soft rosy tint appearing across his cheeks as pantalone looked back at dottore. "... wait, is that me?"
dottore let out a defeated sigh before finally stepping aside, revealing his unfinished artwork to his husband. a soft gasp of surprise left pantalone's lips, a wave of emotioms steadily building up in his eyes. "yes, it's for you. you're the most beautiful man i've ever laid eyes on, so i felt inspired to paint you and your beauty."
he allowed pantalone to admire the painting, fingertips gently brushing over the canvas with care. dottore couldn't ignore the anxiety slowly building in his chest, as if he felt like he had overstep their boundaries by painting pantalone without his permission. the last thing he wanted was to make his beloved banker feel uncomfortable.
but dottore couldn't have been more wrong in his deduction. all he heard was a quiet sniffle, accompanied by a soft hiccup. that's when he finally noticed pantalone removing his glasses in a swift motion, overwhelmed and emotional. "feofan.. are you crying?
pantalone gave a small nod, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand as his voice wavers. "o-of course i am. this is lovely, i have no words. thank you, zandik."
"you're welcome, it's not finished yet. it might take me some time to complete it." dottore stepped closer and gently wrap his arms around pantalone, pressing a kiss on his temple.
"then i'll stay here. you can use me as your reference."
"you don't have to. it's late, dear." pantalone shook his head, tears still clung to his eyelashes as his smile only grew wider. "but i want to. besides.. you know that i hate sleeping alone. i'll get nightmares." dottore let out another sigh, brushing his thumb across the banker's eyes gently until the remaining tears were gone. "very well. take a seat and try to stay still for me."
pantalome seemed very eager to become someone's muse. he didn't even bat an eye to dottore's request, walking over and taking a seat on a nearby stool. as he reached for his supplies once more, dottore paused for a moment. his gaze lingered on his husband's expression, quietly studying his features until pantalone broke the silence, tilting his head in curiosity.
"is there something wrong, love?"
"... could you keep your eyes open? they're beautiful."
"oh.." the rosy blush in his cheeks had deepened into a crimson color. pantalone complied with the request, keeping his eyes open despite feeling a bit shy. however, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he wasn't used to receiving compliments about his eyes. he remain perfectly still, letting dottore paint in peace.
the brushstrokes across the canvas became the only sound filling the laboratory on this peaceful evening. dottore did seem quite satisfied with the finished product, admiring his own work before turning the canvas around, allowing pantalone to see it.
"it's wonderful, zandik. i would love to display it in my office."
"go ahead, dear. it's yours." watching pantalone beam with joy definitely warmed his heart. dottore was caught by surprise when pantalone wrapped his arms around him tightly, returning the hug with a soft smile. "you really like it that much?"
"of course i do because my husband painted it specifically for me. it's a gift i'll cherish for the rest of my life." pantalone gently lifted up the other man's mask and pressed a quick peck to his lips. that gesture was not enough for dottore, as he removed his mask completely, setting it down on a nearby table.
he returned the kiss earnestly as soft sounds of laughters slips between them. "i love you so much, zandik. thank you for this wonderful gift."
"i love you too, feofan. rest assured, i'll paint more.. just for you and you alone."
stupid dottolone bullshit because there was a contest going on for the chance of a free welkin or star rail pass and i was bored and tired warning its bad and terrible
Feofan had always disliked Omega more than the other Zandiks. Ever since the 35 year old segment made the deal in Sumeru, sacrificing his other ages for the gnosis of the electro archon, there had always been slight disdain between the two. Of course, Omega had still continued to help him, despite his interest or benefit.
Well, that wasn’t true.
He knew the man only strived on personal gain, yet even he had to admit that Dottore had kept him alive despite the amount of wasted resources.
The banker sighed, tapping a quill against the silent piano in front of him. The hollow sound echoed throughout the room where the two had sat only recently, the cold snow of the frozen land being the only noise as it solemnly passed the window through the winds outside.
Greetings, Regrator.
We hope this letter finds you in good health. Due to the Harbinger “Il Dottore” committing high treason against the Fatui and her Majesty the Tsaritsa herself, we regret to inform you that we will be denying your request for a funeral. We would not like to waste funding on the man you have already spent too much time on, even after his untimely demise. Any mora taken from the bank for purposes unknown will be immediately reported to The Rooster and retracted from your ownership.
Pantalone had shed no tears at the other’s death. He spoke the same as he always did, the other Harbingers continuing to insult the Sumeran who had kept him alive all these years as he refrained from commenting.
Despite this, it was almost as if something was missing from the man’s heart, as if a section of his soul had been pulled apart from him. Thinking about it made him scoff to himself. It was ironic, how losing the other made him feel split, knowing the things Dottore had done to make his segments. How could a man live with so little humanity remaining inside of him?
Not like he was one to judge.
He regretted to admit he missed his sarcastic chatter with the Second Harbinger. They were both Godless, abandoned by the people who were supposed to take care of them.
The others did not understand.
“Zandik, what are the chances that you fail in this experiment?”
The other had laughed, almost bitterly. “Must I continue to remind you that I am not ‘Zandik’? And besides, are you doubting my abilities as an experimenter? What a pity, I truly thought you knew me better than this.”
The banker laughed. “I’m not doubting you. I just may not have reached the level of delusion it takes to import my consciousness into the leylines. That is a level only you can reach, my friend.”
“Delusion, or trust in my abilities? Even if I die, I have other plans.” There was a pause. “You are just as insane as I am, Feofan.”
Feeling himself grow restless on the bench of the piano, the man stood up, laying the crow feathered quill down on the hood and briskly walking out of the room. The halls were dark, though he could see straggling Fatui soldiers and hear the newly rebuilt Marionette and The Knave quietly discussing plans in one of the rooms. He ignored it, striding towards the nearest exit of the palace with his coat trailing behind him.
The snow felt cold on his face as he stared at the mountains far off in the distance, his glasses fogging with the vapor from his breath. He felt an odd hurt in his chest as he remembered the 8 year old segment first seeing the snow, eyes lighting up (as much as they would be able to, at least). 45 had been there as well, along with 18, who had been frowning disapprovingly at the younger form’s childish behavior. Pantalone had refrained from asking about the teen’s disdain, being only a child himself.
tags: fluff, a bit of humor, slice of life, dottore is not very good at ice skating.
note: this was such a cute idea, i love it so much. also thank you everyone for the support recently♡
dottore excelled at many things, far beyond what the average human could ever hope to accomplish. however, skating on this ice rink had proven to be quite the challenge, testing the depths of his physical endurance.
his legs trembled uncontrollably as he clung to a nearby rail for dear life. this was a massive blow to his pride, to think that something as simple as skating had reduced dottore to a clumsy mess. he was very envious of his husband, who glided effortlessly across the rink without any difficulties.
pantalone did a few simple tricks, spinning his body around with excellent coordination and precision, landing gracefully on his feet. as he made his way towards his husband, a teasing grin forms on his lips as he watched dottore struggle to maintain his balance.
"silence. i don't want to hear it, feofan. your annoying smile is a dead giveaway."
"already accusing me so soon? how cruel of you, zandik." pantalone let out a soft chuckle as he moved behind his husband, helping dottore stand upright. it was very amusing to watch his legs trembled like a deer, as if dottore was expecting himself to fall again. "you are way too nervous, dear."
"i'm not. this surface is too damn slippery."
"it's an ice rink for a reason." pantalone skated around to stand in front of the doctor, extending both arms toward him, gently encouraging dottore to grab onto his forearms for balance.
"relax, love." he murmured, "try to turn your toes slightly outward and gently glide with your weight. don't try to force it or else you will lose your balance."
"that's damn near impossible to do."
pantalone could only roll his eyes, gently tugging the doctor forward to get him moving across the rink. "don't give up so easily, darling. hold onto me, okay?" a gentle hand rest on dottore's waist, ready to catch him if anything happens.
patience and understanding was very important for this lesson, slowly gliding across the icy surface and doing it step by step. dottore did occasionally lose his balance, which had him falling forward into the banker's chest.
pantalone admired the nervous expression on his husband's face. as endearing as it was, he could tell that dottore was genuinely trying his best, despite the small mistakes. something about seeing him struggle was quite adorable. "you're doing very well, love."
"not really. i probably look ridiculous." dottore couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious, painfully aware that his skills were at an amateur level compared to pantalone. any doubts that begun to surface in his mind had quickly disappeared when pantalone had pressed a gentle, reassuring kiss againt his forehead.
"don't be so hard on yourself. you're trying your best and i'm proud of you."
a soft pink tint appeared on his cheeks, muttering a quiet 'thank you' as they continued skating around the rink, no longer caring if anybody was watching them. unfortunately, his poor coordination strikes again and dottore ended up landing flat on his ass. pantalone failed to suppress his laughter this time, which earned him a pout from his husband.
"damn you, feofan. you were supposed to catch me!"
"it wasn't intentional, zandik. i promise." truth be told, pantalone did notice that dottore's balance had become slightly off-centered but he chose not to intervene earlier. why? he simply wanted to provoke another reaction out of his husband again. "i will never forgive you, if you let me fall again."
"don't be so angry, love. it was only a small tease." he offered a hand, helping the doctor back onto his feet. it wasn't surprising that dottore was incredibly stubborn, insisting that he could manage on his own without any more help.
this became the worst mistake he could ever make. within moments, dottore had lost his balance again, spinning out of control before finally landing on his back against the ice.
pantalone quickly caught up to him, noticing how defeated dottore look. this time around, he refrained from teasing his husband any further, extending a hand to him with a gentle smile.
"are you okay, zandik?" dottore could only let out a heavy sigh, it pains him to admit that he couldn't skate alone without his husband's assistance. accepting his defeat and swallowing his pride, he reached for pantalone's hand and pulls himself up again. "yes, i'm fine. thank you."
"you're welcome, shall we continue?" sometimes, dottore had to remind himself that pantalone was there to help him, not belittle him. it's okay to learn new things and he wanted to give this another chance.
he nods his head, allowing himself to accept the banker's guidance. pantalone decided to move behind him again, his hands resting on dottore's waist as they continue to skate across the ice.
their movements were in sync, taking the pace slow and steady. balance and coordination still needed some improvement but they managed to enjoy themselves, laughing and sharing a few gentle kisses. they rarely had the opportunity to have some downtime and this was the perfect chance to finally spend some time together.
after a while, they finally decided to conclude their session, heading over to a nearby rest area to remove their skates. dottore never expected himself to enjoy ice skating but somehow, this activity was oddly relaxing when he's not falling on the ice. he decided to take the opportunity to press a soft kiss against pantalone's cheek, offering a light smile.
"thank you.. for teaching me, dear."
"you're welcome. i'm always here to support you, darling."
In which you have to cheer up a self proclaimed 'god'.
Notes: I wrote this just after patch 6.3 but never posted it here. Please keep in mind that at this time we didn't know if Moonttore had truly died or not. Apologies if the cadence is a little odd, this wasn't an x reader originally but I just spent five minutes now editing it to be.
Tags: Il Dottore x reader, established relationship of some sort, reader implied to work for Dottore, comfort?, moonttore survived the fight w the traveler in this, fluff, both of them are Awkward.
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This wasn't good.
Dottore had barely said a word since his arrival. Most uncharacteristic of him. Especially when one considered the scale of this experiment.
Shouldn't a deity be able to heal themselves? So why had he done nothing to stop you when you'd gone to fetch bandages and other supplies? He'd hardly even protested when you'd sighed in exaggerated frustration and pushed aside the straps of his ridiculous new outfit.
Actually, this was quite bad.
The silence had stretched for twenty minutes and the air in the little hideaway seemed seconds from growing too thick to breathe. Dottore had moved you here after the failed attempt at subduing Columbina. It was a pleasant enough place that he'd personally carved out with the newfound powers. A small lab hidden away in a cliff. And with his large lab in Nod-Krai gone, surely no one would think to look for another?
Dottore had wanted to move you further away, but you'd refused. It was already bad enough that he wouldn't let you stay at the larger research facility up until it had been raided. Of course you understood the risk, but you were hardly helpless.
You supposed having to patch him up now was the consequence of refusing to leave Nod-Krai altogether. Not that you could bear the thought of him returning to a lonely place in this condition. He didn't have to say that it was worse than it looked.
Shouldn't a deity be above wincing when rubbing alcohol was used on their wounds?
Why did it have to be you who broke the silence. You had yet to even attempt to pierce the dark cloud around Dottore and still your stomach had already dropped. His body looked odd with all the modifications. Not that now was the time to say.
"You're not going to tell me about the results?"
The temperature dropped a few degrees. Perhaps that wasn't the best line of questioning right now.
It was truly horrendous if he didn't even want to discuss experimental results. Even a failure held important information to dissect, reconstruct, and put to use.
Archons above, you'd been reduced to brushing fingers against his skin, leaning against him, kissing the top of his head. Anything to get him react to something. He hadn't even reached for your hand.
Another point of discomfort was how he'd kept his mask on. Of course, that was how he appeared in front of others but… You sighed, fastening the end of a bandage securely around his arm. It had been so long since he'd hid his face when it was just the two of you.
"We should've brought something more efficient than this." Perfect, give him a chance to go off a tangent about one of his solvents for recovering health and closing wounds.
Dottore merely grunted.
You adjusted your shirt.
Well then. Were you supposed to start weeping in relief that he hadn't perished entirely? Or scold him for losing one of the moon marrows? You supposed you could yell a little, although it would probably echo quite uncomfortably with the stone walls. Throw yourself into his arms and lavish him with praise?
Maybe he'd want something sweet.
Just as you turned to look in some of the supply crates, there was a tug at your cloak, barely there but enough that you stopped.
Finally.
Dottore's voice sounded like he'd been swallowing sand when he said your name, rough and coarse. He'd probably been yelling at the Traveler and their little entourage. You waited for a moment only to feel his hand release its grasp. "Forget it."
The pit in your stomach was rapidly growing as you walked away. Seconds stretched to minutes as silence settled once more. You searched through some of the crates stashed towards the back, briefly wondering how long Dottore must've been making arrangements for this outcome. They could stay for months without lacking anything.
"Are you planning to leave?"
You straightened up at his words, clutching a small pouch of hard candies.
"Excuse me?"
He still wore his mask when you turned. The signature quirk of his lips was nowhere to be found as he continued, nor did his voice sound anything like what she had previously encountered. "Now that I've failed here, will you abandon me as well?"
You blinked once. Twice. Your hands were steady as you loosened the string on the pouch, picking out a peach flavored candy and holding it up.
"To what end?"
"You-.." Dottore's hand twitched. He'd discarded the gauntlet at least. "If you abandon me now, the others are of a disposition likely to forgive you. Blame me, say you knew nothing of my true ambitions." He sounded disappointed. And you would've pitied him if not for the following sneer. "I'm sure they'd be happy to collaborate with you."
You picked another candy, lemon, and threw it as hard as you could at him.
Dottore recoiled in surprise, head still covered by that infernal mask snapping up. His sharp teeth flashed in the dim light emitted from his body.
"Maybe I will."
Time stopped moving. Figuratively at least. You were relatively certain that neither you nor the world had been frozen at the behest of a spurned heretic. Stubborn as he were, even Dottore probably couldn't manage that without all three marrows.
You stepped forward, peach candy still in hand as you pocketed the pouch. Dottore made no move to prevent you from nudging the mask away from his face and let it clatter to the ground. His eyes were a little misty.
Despite his transformation, he still looked like a wounded critter when you cupped his cheek. That he leaned into it was a good sign. Before he could protest, you'd slipped the candy past his lips.
"You're a fool if you truly thought I'd do such a thing. Wouldn't you say our 'collaboration' has transcended terms as simple as mutual benefit?"
A faint hint of a smile crossed Dottore's lips as he sucked on the candy.
You lowered herself into his lap, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder. His skin felt almost a little tingly, like a current ran just beneath it.
"But I will leave if your body doesn't change back after this nonsense." Both of them chuckled, melting further into the embrace.
I’ve been so busy with internship and meetings bruh. Being the boss ain’t for the weak. Please have a redraw of that one drawing of Lone crashing out and another doodle that I just… Did on my phone. While I was at work. Pls save me.
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