Hello, I am Luna, but you may also call me Kurashi. (also known as the Wild Keqing Main anon but you didn't hear that from me) I write for the Genshin Impact fandom currently. Inbox: Open Adventure Rank: 52 World Level: 7 Server: NA
hii! 💐 anon here! wanted to apologize for not being active, school has been really stressful 😭 anyways could i req, child reader with dottore where dottore reads child! reader a bedtime story , ( I imagine child! reader being in Arlecchino's orhpanage. And was tired from training that day so they asked Dottore to help them sleep by reading a bedtime story ) don't forget to take your time when writing and get some rest ! :D
also back with platonic! Dottore cause that's just my favorite 💓
❛❛ Brave Little Warrior ❜❜
✎ ❛❛ You're an interesting one, aren't you? ❜❜
Pairing(s): Dottore & Child!GN!Reader (PLATONIC)
Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)
wc: ~1.2k
Notes: School sucks anon 😔 I hope you're taking good care of yourself! Anyways, Dottore as a big brother figure? Yes please 🙏 I love this request, so wholesome 😭💕💕 I hope you'll like this one!
The House of the Hearth, an orphanage to train children to become fierce warriors. And of course, they had set up an education system as well.
By Arlecchino’s request, Dottore, albeit was reluctant, would come by the orphanage every so often to teach the children. He taught mostly anything science related. If he had to face these kids for hours on end, then he would need to talk about something he enjoys to keep himself sane.
When he first came to the orphanage, his ominous aura and intimidating form would strike fear into the hearts of the children, which he was thankful for because he didn’t want any of those brats to come up to him. All the children were afraid of him, they’ve heard rumors of how a mad scientist would come and take naughty children to a place much worse than the confinement room.
And that man pretty much fitted the description of the rumored mad scientist—that he has strange toothpaste-coloured hair.
So luckily for him, he didn’t have to worry about these kids to cause trouble in his classes.
They wouldn’t dare.
Though, he would admit it could get a bit boring when he taught them. The classroom would get so quiet when he talked, but oh well.
“So, can anyone tell me why lemons conduct electricity?” He asked.
And as expected, no one raised their hand, afraid that they might get the answer wrong and they would be faced with something worse than detention. However, a voice spoke among the crowd before he could continue.
“Because they have citric acid!”
He looked to where the voice came from and saw a bubbly kid with a grin on their face.
How interesting, a child who isn't afraid to speak up. He thought.
Then he recalled that Arlecchino mentioned something about a new kid was brought to the orphanage a few days ago… (Y/n), was it?
So it was them it seemed, he had never seen them before.
An amused smile took over his usual scowl when he heard the answer.
"My, you are a smart one, aren't you? Correct."
Everyone was scared of him and would not get close to him willingly, let alone even looking in his way. This was the first time a kid would talk to him on their own accord.
What an interesting soul you were.
He was sure that the other kids had told you about the 'mad scientist' rumors already. But when the lesson came to an end, to his surprise you walked up to him and tilted your head up to look at him.
"Mister harbinger, can we do the volcano experiment for the next lesson, please?" You asked.
To which he only responded by staying silent for a few seconds before he huffed and made his way to the exit.
With that response, you assumed he rejected your suggestion. Feeling dejected, you blew at a strand of your hair before going to the bedroom you were assigned to.
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The next time you saw 'Mister harbinger' was a week later. When he came into the room, you gasped excitedly at what he was carrying. Some baking soda, a bottle of vinegar…
And a volcano model.
He put the items down onto the desk and as usual, the class stayed quiet to listen to what he had to say. He scanned his eyes around the room and spotted you with the silliest wide grin on your face.
You were a breath of fresh air to him. And so he decided to indulge you in your request.
"Today, we'll be doing the volcano experiment."
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It's been a month since you've been in the orphanage.
As class ended, it was now time for combat training. You made sure to say your goodbyes to The Doctor before leaving for the training ground, and he nodded in return.
For a few hours, you and the other kids were paired up to go against each other. But to your dismay, you ended up losing every duel.
Among the other kids, you didn't excel in battle. Your stance was sloppy and you had trouble controlling your stamina usage. For that reason, the kids who won against you would make fun of you for being weak.
However, you did have a gifted mind to make up for that, in which The Doctor took interest in.
As you laid on the ground exhausted, you could make out the silhouette of the harbinger leaning against the wall. He was there as Arlecchino’s second pair of eyes. Making sure none of the kids fool around.
When he saw how exhausted you looked, he felt a tiny spark of pity in him.
He would not admit it, not in a million years, but he might have a little soft spot for you. The moment you first talked to him. Right then and there he decided that you would be the only kid he could tolerate.
When the training finally ended, everyone other than you scurried to go back to their rooms, not wanting to be in the presence of the second fatui harbinger any longer.
And you were just laying on the ground panting, sweat was rolling down your face.
"Why are you still laying there, brat?" Mister harbinger spoke, strolling over to you.
"I… I'm tired." You told him.
"Let's get you to bed then," he said. Holding a hand out for you to take.
You grabbed a hold of his hand and he got you back up, leading you to your bedroom.
Before he could leave the room as you settled down on the bed, you called out to him, "Wait!"
He halted in his tracks, tilting his head a little at you.
"Can you, um, read me a bedtime story, please?"
"You are training to become a Fatui member, you want me to read you a story?" He scoffed.
"Please, Mister! I'm too tired and I want a story to help me sleep…" You pleaded.
He stood still for a while before sighing and sitting down on a chair next to your bed.
As he did so, you got under the covers and laid down, hugging your teddy bear with a silly grin on your face again.
He observed you for a while, thinking back to how the kids would make fun of you for not being great at combat. You didn't show it but he could see the shame and sadness in your eyes.
And so he made up a little story, secretly wanting to cheer you up.
"Well, once upon a time, there was a… little warrior who wished to become stronger—"
As he continued, his soothing voice was making your eyes heavy, but you were too invested into the story. And you wanted to wait until it was finished.
"—they trained every day so they could beat down foes and the others would stop making fun of them—"
When it finally came to an end, you were still wide awake and you asked him, "What happened next? Did they become a better fighter?"
He looked at you and smiled a little to himself, patting you on the head.
"Not yet, but they worked very hard and I know they will one day. They are a brave little warrior, after all."
You weren’t responding, your weak pulse making it all the more worse. Usually when he’d conducted experiments and you were on the brink of death it would take up to five tries of resuscitation for you to come back, but right now your body made no reaction to his hands pushing down on your chest. You remain limp, hands hanging off the table at your sides. Each grunt he let out with every push down on your chest was driving him more mad by the second.
This time it wasn’t due to one of his ‘experiments’ on you, in fact he had no idea what you were up to until he arrived back at his laboratory to find your body floating in the lake just outside in the freezing cold.
He desperately smashes his lips against yours once again, blowing air into your mouth as the little bit of sanity he was grasping onto was slipping. Your wet clothes clung to your unconscious frame. To make things worse your body was half frozen.
“Dont,” he breathes out, pulling away. Huffing as he positions his hands over your heart once again, giving another push.
“Dont. You. Dare.” He grits, sharp teeth biting down on his lower lip making blood come out immediately.
His aggressive movements made his mask slip off his face but he couldn't care less. His vision was blurry and he didn’t know whether to blame the damned lake he just dived into seconds prior or the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He knows not of it as he can’t tell, he hasn’t felt the burning sensation along with the strange pain in his chest since he was but a small child.
He had come back from a trip to find you outside his laboratory, almost lifeless body floating around half frozen and his mind short circuited.
Your plan you had devised has failed as he found you all too soon. It’s not like you wanted Dottore to find you like this. You had hoped he wouldn’t since this was your chance of escaping. A challenging and risky way yeah, but you were so sure it would work.
It’s been years, four years to be exact. Since the mad scientist took you in. You had lost any memory of your past and he built your relationship up on lies. Only recently you found out the truth about your past, where you’re from and how you got here exactly.
The truth was unraveled before you and you wanted nothing more than to get out. With a heavy heart you had to make this decision but you couldn’t take it, the conflict in your mind was driving you more mad than he ever has.
Four years ago he had brought you in and taken you under his care and when you woke up with no memory of your past he had told your lies upon lies. Telling you that he found you in the ruins of a poor broken village and decided to take you in but you have a memory loss condition due to his prior experiments he’s conducted. Saying how you were one of his most precious subjects and as long as you obeyed his word he’d keep you safe and under his watch all the time.
You found the mad doctor strange at first. You were skeptical because even though you lost your memory he was still a stranger but also in your vulnerable state of mind and the lies he was telling you, you only had him to trust, you couldn’t even trust yourself as you couldn’t even remember anything.
At first you saw how he was aggressive and scary with others, making you fear him because he was the one in charge of your every move, any wrong move and you didn’t want to find out what he’d do to you. Though he was harsh with many he always made sure to treat you with as much care as possible.
In his eyes you were the perfect being. He was obsessed with one thing you couldn’t really understand, the reason why he found you so special in the first place. You were able to wield two weapons at once and on top of that you were a double vision wilder, a rare case in Dottores’ eyes, a precious one. Most of his experiments on you were harmless, just endurance training and whatnot. But there were some tests that made you feel fear that others felt around him. During two of his previous experiments you flatlined twice because of the pain but he swore to never go that far again after doing so, knowing he’d be losing something good if you were to die on him so he became gentle with you as time went on.
Truth is Dottore has had his eye on you for very long, he had fallen in love with you at first sight. He frequented the city of freedom for some ‘business’ and you were a knight at the time. Your first encounter with him was on the battlefield and he was enamored with your abilities, with you as a whole. He knew he wanted you to be his, to experiment with sure and to keep a gem like you away and for himself. He needed you and he set his mind to it and that was how you ended up in his laboratory in the first place, your memory of any revelation of your past was wiped, because of him.
You were stuck. The agonizing cries for help coming from around you along with the sickening thick smell of iron made your head spin and bile rise in your throat. The bodies upon bodies that surrounded you, the cynical laughter of the man before you. You couldn’t believe your eyes, was this truly the man you know now? Was this truly Dottore?
You couldn’t breath, it was all too much. The remnants of your memory flooded your brain all too fast. You were reliving your nightmare, you were stuck in it and you wanted out.
You weren’t dead, you had taken a drug to temporarily knock you out, how you got into the lake was besides you but this was the only way.
You weren’t planning on doing this, leaving Dottore anytime soon because though the man was crazy in many aspects you had come to care for him deeply. He was gentle and caring, truly something only you have the luxury to ever witness as he’s only gentle with you. You trusted the man but someone had given you your memory back and from what you recall it was all too painful.
His hands squeeze together to stop the shaking as he pushes own on your chest once again.
In an instant your eyes shoot open, the water lodged in your throat spluttering on your lap as you sit up, breathing frantically as you do so. Your eyes blow wide as you take in your surroundings. You're hit with the same familiar cold table you woke up in four years ago, this time, you remember what happened.
Dottore took a step back as you shot up. Trying to regain his own breathing as it was just as erratic as yours. The mad scientist was at a loss for words, he didn’t even know what to say, where to start. But he knows one thing for sure. The pathetic soul that had dared to try to take you away, take away what’s his, was going to pay.
You feel the burn of the serum that had knocked you out cold earlier, how it cut your throat and burned your insides, making your throat feel raw. You immediately get sent into a coughing fit, making you clasp your hands over your mouth as you feel more water come up. Only when you felt the water hitting your hand become strangely warm did you pull back to inspect.
You feel the sting of tears brimming your eyes, threatening to spill. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t want to come back here. You feel your hands start to tremble as you stare at the blood, the side effects of the medication you took to ‘knock you out’ had worse side effects than you had imagined.
“I don’t understand,” Dottore whispers, hand coming up to brush his wet hair back. “Who did this?” He questions. He wants to scream at you, at everyone in this damned place for not keeping a better eye on you. How you’d let this happen to yourself, how no one had stopped you!
You didn’t dare meet his piercing gaze, his mask was on the floor and his red eyes bore at your side. You know that if you were to look him in the eye you’d give in and tell him, let him convince you to stay and you couldn’t. Not this time, not after you finally found out the truth.
You wipe your shaking bloodied hands on your lap and clear your throat. Looking anywhere but him, at the man who’s lied to you for too long. You weren’t sure you’d recognize him if you did.
Dottores' mind was racing. Why weren’t you looking at him? What happened? What drove you to do such a thing? You haven’t acted in such a way ever, let alone avoid or disobey him so what drove you to do this?
“Why am I back?” You question more to yourself than him, you can’t wrap your mind around how he even found you so fast. “This wasn’t supposed to-“
“WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” He screams, hands slamming onto the table you sat on, caging you between his arms making you slightly jump back.
Seeing you move away from him made him feel strange, the same strange feeling he’s been feeling for a while now. Every time he’s with you he feels something new, something his experiments don’t bring him. But it terrifies him just how much you make him feel, so many emotions he hasn't felt for archons knows how long now. Happiness, anxiety, pain, in his heart and what he was afraid of, caring for someone too deeply to the point of no return.
His breaths were shallow, water was dripping from the ends of his hair as he leaned slightly closer taking in your tense form trying to get himself to relax as to not startle you anymore than you are.
“I will not ask again,” he brings his hand up, brushing his wet hair back, leaning just a bit closer until his forehead meets yours. The slight bit of warmth radiating from your forehead being the only thing grounding him as he exhales shakily.
“Just who tried to drown you? You wouldn’t play such a coy trick, now tell me. Who tried to take my most precious subject away from me?” He asks, shaking his head in disbelief.
Dottore has never been gentle, never found something worth being gentle with. Never knew what gentle was until he came across you. He doesn’t know why he himself grew so close or came to care this much for you but he couldn’t hold back.
His hands come up again, reaching out to you as he slightly pulls back, gently cupping your face between both of his shaky hands. Your face didn't feel frozen like it did minutes ago, your warmth was back, slight but there.
“Look at me.” He whispers, his soft voice making your lips wobble. There he goes, your poor confused heart in turmoil. You want his comfort, for him to tell you it’s all a lie, that your past is something you made up. Nothing more than a sick fragment of your imagination, but you know all too well it wasn’t. It all feels too real, the memories deep within your core hurt so bad.
“I-I know.” You hiccup, trying your best to keep your tears at bay, trying to not muzzle into his hold, his warm hands bringing your frozen body so much warmth.
“I know the truth.” You whisper, making his eyes shoot open staring at you in disbelief. He was unsure if he misheard you, he was so sure he did, he prays he did.
“My past, I remember.” You admit, finally getting it off your chest. You open your eyes and meet his gaze for the first time.
You shake your head in his hold, blinking the tears that finally spill free as you see the look in his eyes. Those red eyes and furrowed brows confirmed your theory, the theory you desperately wanted to be false.
He was rendered speechless, the look in his eyes gave him away. A mixture of fear and regret along with anger and sadness all in one as he stares down at you crying and he can’t believe it. He doesn’t know how you found out, or who told you. One thing for sure is he knows he can’t lose you.
“Please, let me go.” You choke out, bloodied hands coming up to his wrist gently squeezing to release your face.
“I can’t stay I- I need to-“
His hands gently let go of your face, cutting you off before you finished your sentence because he didn’t want to hear it, he couldn’t bear to.
He immediately turns on his heels, heading straight for his medicine cabinet. His ears deceive him, he’s hallucinating from the cold too, he didn’t just hear you say what you just said because it’s impossible.
“Dottore stop,” you plead, knowing exactly what he’s going to get. Medication to stop you from coughing up blood, too keep you alive, too keep you with him.
He can’t hear you. His ears are ringing far too loud. He pushes everything on his cabinet off as he starts to search for the medicine you need, he can’t lose you, won’t lose you, won’t let you leave your his your his your his.
His eyes land on the vial of medication and he wastes no time grabbing it and turning back to you, long legs taking him to your side in seconds.
“I don’t need it, stop trying to keep me here! You can’t keep me here anymore. I know who you are. The real you.” You explain, reaching out to stop him from moving as he brought the vial to his lips, taking the cap off with his teeth and bringing the vial to your lips.
“No.” You whisper, sad eyes meeting his worry stricken red ones once again. Your recalcitrance makes him nervous.
“Don’t do this to me.” He smiles crookedly, sharp teeth on display as he tries to hold his composure. “You know not of what you speak dear, you're hallucinating from the drug you took earlier. Now, you need to take this to stop the drug from doing more damage to your body. You’re not immortal, you need to be more careful.” His words spill out, voice rising with every word he speaks because you were being stubborn.
“Please stop. N-no more lies I remember who you are, w-what you’ve done. I remember and I can’t stay, I need to go.” You hiccup, lifting your shaky hands stop his wrist as he pushes the vial closer. Your body was trembling slightly, you were starting to feel the biting cold against your wet skin.
He tuts, muttering something under his breath before he brings the vial to his own lips and downs the medication. You only stare up at the mad scientist in confusion as to why he was taking it instead.
He only throws the vial behind him before you feel his wrist move in your hold as he brings both hands back to gently cup your face, turning your head up slightly. He gave you no time to react, to push him away or say anything before his lips met yours.
The soft feeling of his lips against yours as he held you gently made more tears spill from your eyes. He was too gentle to be the man from your memories, the man who ruined you and took your life away.
You let out a small squeak as you feel the medication spill into your mouth from his own. Only then did you pull back slightly but to no avail, he only deepens the kiss holding you in place and tilting your head back more making sure you swallow all of the medication.
You couldn’t bring yourself to want to hate him, though you remember exactly what he did. All the people he killed in cold blood in front of you, how he slowly chipped away at your sanity and made you watch in horror until you gave in to him, agreed to go with him before he wiped your memory. All these things he’s done but the him you know now was all too different, all too gentle and caring, even for the “mere subject” you were he knew he had grown too close to you as well.
He let himself fall too deep. He basked in all his glory as he finally had you at his mercy. At first for him you were just but another special experiment, a tough, hard headed one to get but a special one nonetheless. But as time went on and the trust you put in him, the care and gentleness he’s given you couldn’t be denied. He was sick for doing such a thing and even sicker for making you fall for him, for making you be at conflict with yourself whether you should actually stay or go because he knows you have fallen for him just as much as he with you and he couldn’t stand it either, but he wasn’t going to let you go, not now, not ever.
You squeeze his shirt in your hands, screaming at yourself to push to push him away but the warmth coming off of him felt all too comforting. You want nothing more than for him to hold you close, tell you it’s all a lie, your past never happened and it’s just a sick joke.
You feel some of the medication spill out of your mouth and Dottore finally pulls away, out of breath. He was desperate to make you take the medicine and he knew you were going to be stubborn about doing so, so he had to use other means. He’s not complaining about it though he finds the taste of your lips to be addictive.
“Hmn, that’s good.” He hums, kissing the corner of your mouth where some liquid managed to spill from. “So good for me dearest.” His whispers, low voice lulling you, making you want to close your eyes.
You close your eyes and remember, once again the cold truth that was your past, of who this man really was.
“You don’t know what you're talking about. What you claim to have ‘remebered’ are just nightmares, side effects from the latest experiment you see. I forgot to warn you beforehand dear, my bad.” He kisses the other corner of your mouth, cooing at your small whimpers.
“Now, I need you to tell me who gave you the drug and told you such false accusations. Most importantly, who is the poor soul who threw my most precious subject into the lake outside the lab, hmn?” He whispers, drawing you in with his voice and you shake your head.
He’s messing with you again. It’s all too much, you can’t let yourself believe his lies anymore. You know you can’t.
He sees your hesitation and has to stop the smile that tugs the corner of his lips, he knows you don’t want to leave, you can’t. He’ll convince you not to because you're his and his only, if you hate him again so be it. He’ll make you forget your past over and over again, make you fall in love with him over and over so you can stay by his side until the inevitable end comes for you both.
“You can tell me. After all you are my most precious subject you know that right? Why would I lie to you? They did it because they want to take you away, they see how special you are but you’re mine, mine and no one else’s. They can’t take you away from me dear.” He whispers in your ear making you shiver. His warm hands gently squeeze yours, urging you to tell him the truth.
You squeeze his back and a wide smile spreads across his features because he knows he got you, has you under his spell again, under his care where your the safest, where he can keep you safe, keep you for himself.
“Dottore.” You call out to him, giving his hands another squeeze. You swallow the lump in your throat blinking away the fresh biting tears. Small bits of your past still playing in your mind making you come to terms with the truth. He pulls back slightly, sharp teeth on display giving you an assuring smile as his soft eyes peer down at you urging you to finally tell him who did this to you.
You take a deep breath, opening your eyes once again to see someone you don’t even recognize anymore. You can’t give him the answer he wants, can’t let him injure another innocent person who was just trying to help you. As much as it tore you apart, to let go of the one person who you put your utmost trust in for so many years, it was for the better. You had to go.
“Let me go.” You clear your throat, pulling your hands back a bit only to feel him hold your wrists in place before you could fully pull them out of his grasp.
Your words fall on deaf ears as he sees your lips move in slow motion. He won’t accept that answer, not when you’ve both come this far, he’ll get it out of you no matter what, he has his ways.
He brings your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss onto your wrist, chuckle rumbling from his chest at what you just said. “Wrong answer, love now let’s try again.” He smiles down at your expression, the very expression you wore the day he met you. You silly thing, you weren’t going to be let free of his shackles anytime soon. Better give him the answer before he decides to kill everyone who was here in front of you as punishment for your disobedience and really make you remember what happened before you forgot everything. But Dottore is a generous man, he’ll give you a bit more time since your his dearest, as much as he loves to see you crumble he’ll hold off for now and give you a few more tries to tell him the truth so he can continue to keep you by his side. When he gets his answer he’ll torture the person who tired to separate you from him. Since he finally has you, you’d just have to put up with him. He’ll feed you all the lies he has to, tell you your memories are all but side effects, silly scary dreams that come from his past experiments so you can stay with him. He wasn’t going to let you leave anytime soon, not his most precious subject.
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authors note: helloooo lovelies!!! first post of the year wooo ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ! starting off the year with dottore FINALLY WROTE FOR HIM AHHH!!! :D this man is so fine- he’s my fav harbinger but he’s so evil plz HDHDDH this took so long- SORRY I had so many brain farts while writing this ohmy, also it’s unedited so sorry in advance for any misspelled words hehe :3 this man was so fun to write for though! I hope you are all doing well and staying safe, and I hope you all enjoy!^~^<333
Listen, I’m VERY much obsessed with Necro no Hanayome and I could write million stories about it. So if you’ve listened to it, then y’know what’s this story gonna be. Three things you gotta know tho: idk much about Dottore, the lore as a whole, and if someone has written this idea before. But I just wanna experiment (heh) with him first.
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You were a stubborn woman, that much he knew about you.
For the longest time, you followed him around like a duckling. Not quite lost, but also not quite purposeful. Out of all things you could’ve done, and should’ve done, you chose to assist him instead. Greeting him, bringing him food, and asking him to rest. Despite his intelligence, Dottore didn’t really understand your intentions. He was an obsessive man; not to his peers, but to his experiments. That, along with his infamy and attitude, should’ve been enough to deter you from caring about him, let alone approaching him.
But you didn’t.
Then again, unpredictability was one of the traits you shared with him.
Sometimes, intrusive thoughts would swirl in his mind like a whirlpool of darkness. He could kill you, or experiment with you. And nobody would notice, or even care. The students knew you as this lovesick woman who always followed him around, and if you were to perish in his hands later – either out of sick curiosity or annoyance – they wouldn’t be surprised.
Why would they? You basically asked for it, anyway.
And, indeed, you perished in his hands. Not because he killed you or experimented with you like his intrusive thoughts told him to, or like the students expected him to, but because you finally succumbed to your longtime illness.
Dottore was an obsessive man; not to his peers, but to his experiments. And that meant he didn’t notice the people – the signs – around him until it was too late.
“I’m sure you already know this, and I’m sure you hate to hear this, but I love you. Always have, and always will.”
You were right; he already knew that, and he hated to hear it. Because it wasn’t what he wanted to hear from you, wasn’t what he wanted you to say during your deathbed. But, rather, why? Why did you love him? What part of him that you loved? Which clones of his that you loved? And, most of all, why did you never tell him about your illness?
One day, you dropped the tray containing his meal and coughed harshly onto your hands. Dottore would’ve berated you for making a mess in his lab had he didn’t spot the unmistakable red liquid on your palms. Liquid that he refused to identify despite being all too familiar with it. You looked up at him with tired yet dilated eyes, and you ran.
Away from him, not to him.
Dottore didn’t want to say that he was concerned about you, choosing to redirect his emotions to the shattered plates and glass on the floor. It was easier to handle irritation than sadness, after all, and even easier to dismiss it. And when you didn’t come to him for the next few days, Dottore had pretended his churning stomach to be out of relief and not worry.
Finally, you stopped bothering him. Now he could work in peace.
“Hi, Dottore. Have you eaten yet?”
But those few days passed by too slow even with his constant experimentation, and the said experimentation proved to be too unsatisfactory for his liking, either. The most logical solution would be to detect the source of problem and solve it.
So he did just that.
Dottore barged into your room and spotted bloody napkins and tissues everywhere; on the bed, the floor, and the nightstands. You didn’t look too surprised by his arrival, if at all, and merely smiled.
Like a string that had been pulled taut for a long time, something inside him snapped. Dottore repeated your question mockingly and proceeded to scold you for neglecting your own health. All this you listened with a smile, and only once he finished his rant, did he realize that it was more resigned than tender.
“I never realized that you’ve been harboring such a great concern for me, Dottore.” you grinned, eyes closed. “I’m pleased to know that.”
He scoffed. “Quit flattering yourself. The only reason why I do this is because it would be a hassle for me to get rid of your body later on.”
You hummed thoughtfully.
“It would, wouldn’t it? Should I die somewhere else, then? I’d hate to disturb your activities.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think I’m incapable of healing such a measly illness?” Dottore took a bowl of porridge from his clone and shoved it to your lap. “Now, stop talking nonsense and eat. I don’t have much time left to spare for you.”
“Of course, dear.”
Dottore didn’t know how you could still joke around despite your gaunt appearance. At least, he’d like to think your musing earlier as a joke. His humor had always been on the darker side, highlighting his eccentric personality, but you were different. You were supposed to the angel to his demon, the light to his darkness, the kindness to his cruelness.
So, why…?
“Do you hear that, Dottore?”
“What is it? Don’t tell me you’ve developed a delusion too.”
“No, it’s the sound of clock ticking. Once it ends, would you stay beside me?”
Why did you insist on joking?
“The clock has always been ticking, and will always tick. Some sleep might do your brain good.”
“You haven’t slept much, either.”
“Sleep is unnecessary for me.”
Why did you insist on telling the truth?
“You haven’t answered my question at that time, Dottore.”
“About what?”
“About me asking you to stay beside me once the clock stops ticking.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? The clock has always been and will always be ticking.”
“I’m not talking about the clock in this room, Dottore. I’m talking about my clock. I’m running out of time and I’m certain you know about it too.”
“As long as you drink your medicine, all will be well.”
“But all I need is your company, since I know I can never gain your love.”
And that was where you were wrong. You had gained his love, but he refused to admit it. Not even when your hand finally grew limp in his, Dottore still refused to reciprocate your confession.
He was a stubborn man, that much you knew about him.
But, once again, unpredictability was one of the traits you shared with him.
“I must say you look better this way, [Name].” He laughed at his own joke, humorlessly and bitterly. “In this icy land, your beauty is forever frozen with time. Perhaps there’s another merit in living here as well.”
“A shame that you chose to hide those brilliant eyes of yours. I’m certain they’d be able to rival the glittering ice around us.” Then, he closed his eyes and scoffed. “No matter. I shall make sure you’ll see me again, as you always are. As you should be.”
Dottore stroked the glass coffin that encased your lifeless figure and your peaceful smile.
Forever frozen with time.
Reviving the dead was still unheard of, but Dottore was nothing short of determined.
He was an obsessive man; not only to his experiments, but to you as well.
hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work
Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.
Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche
Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?
Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!
A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!
Stay With Me
Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.
And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.
“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.
Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.
“Play with me!”
Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”
But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.
As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.
Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.
“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.
But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.
It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?
“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”
“My parents dont care about me!”
Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”
And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.
“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”
“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.
Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.
Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.
He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.
But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.
With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…
“Hm? Whats this?”
Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.
A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.
“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”
Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”
“Shut it!”
But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.
Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.
Inazuma was beginning to change.
“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”
The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.
It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.
“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”
Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.
The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”
You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”
“And you havent.”
Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.
“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”
He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”
You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”
It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.
But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.
“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”
In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.
And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.
_-_-_-_
You didnt expect to see him again.
Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.
With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.
Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”
You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”
He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.
“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”
Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”
“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”
You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”
“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”
Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’
Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.
“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”
Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”
“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.
Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”
“No I’m not.”
You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.
“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.
“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.
He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.
Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.
Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.
A bit of angst about Scaramouche's backstory, musings and reflections in the form of a drabble.
Inspired by this piano composition
Summary: The first loss you experience in life is the death of childhood. It leaves you aching for the past, but never can you go back.
Contains: Standalone Scaramouche drabble, angst, canon-based elements but otherwise not canon
Where he grew up in Inazuma, spider lilies lined the streams.
Every autumn, they’d bloom, bright splashes against the green of surrounding foliage. They always looked perfectly out of place, as if someone had passed through in the night, carefully placing each bloom in the soil.
More importantly, he remembered the stories behind them, how they were put there to ward off mice and pests. Others even spoke of them as a symbol of good to come. How they helped guide souls to the light. An explanation of why they grow along rivers and streams, where the spirits flow through the last moments of their current life to the next.
But what he remembers most—what his favorite tale behind them was—was their symbolism of death, reincarnation, and the final goodbye.
When he was young, he’d squat down to inspect the blooms, tracing along their strange scarlet petals with wonder. Their allure would call him in, beckon him to smell their lingering sweetness. So he did. It wasn’t a surprise that he’d get in trouble for touching them.
“They will poison you, bring misfortune to your life.”
The boy didn’t listen however, and continued to explore among their tall stalks and pick and smell them as he pleased.
Looking back, it was ironic.
Perhaps it would have been better for him to have listened. If only he could take it back.
When he was cast out, left to die by the very hand that gave him life, his heart shattered. Unable to wrap his mind around the why, he tried to reason with them. Tried to atone. He didn’t want to die, not when his life had only begun. But what was done was done.
In a single instant, what he came to know—his home, his people, his land—suddenly became a distant memory as he succumbed to the darkness. Never knowing the sin he’d done to deserve such a fate.
Darkness filled it all. A gap in memory, a nightmare.
But then, his eyes opened.
He saw the bleak light of daybreak, the way the sun struggled to break through the clouds.
Poetic.
And so he left his eternal tomb. Outside, spider lilies flourished.
They filled him with disgust.
What once was something he longed to see when the winter finally came became a bitter reminder of his own journeys and the everlasting winter which plagued him.
Each year that passed since slowly wore him away, the boy he once was now long gone.
His travels brought him across land and sea, through woods and desert alike until he finally arrived in a place which no other could compare. Stark in its differences, it was refreshing, even.
The land was blanketed in thick snow, freezing temperatures threatening to destroy you cell by cell. It was a constant fight to survive. To live, you must adapt. Shed the softness and develop a hard shell.
Each tear that now slipped down his cheeks froze and broke away, erasing their proof of ever existing.
A twisted sense of renewal.
The bitter cold seeps through his clothes, leeching into his bones and freezing what once was left of his life in Inazuma. It became his mien, that freezing feeling, the mask that he donned as he wandered all of Teyvat for a purpose. No longer would he let the transgressions of others dictate who he was.
No, for now, he was Scaramouche. The 6th of the Fatui Harbingers.
Finally, his purpose befitted the way he felt since that day.
He was the lily, and Snezhnaya became the winter which brought the life he knew before to an end.
this is @/adeptusjade, and my account has been shadowbanned and i cannot log into this right now. if you see this, please reblog and let others know. i’ve tried contacting tumblr staff about this and i’m still waiting for their response. i’m really fed up of this since i can't do anything like log in to my account since it's saying my account doesn't exist. i’m looking forward to quit my writing mainly because of this, and this has demotivated me. so please, please reblog this if you ever see this. i am begging you.
Tbh he’s probably the closest to a kin?😂 So we’d either get along really well or just be good/civil enough housemates but nothing else beyond that LMAO
Taggin @haikyooot @hvnlydmn @evrxx @violetsoju @lovelytarou @buccellate (no pressure though!)
mf would PREP MY MEALS AND BUY PROTEIN POWDER WHEN WE RUN OUT 🗣🗣🗣 i know he’d be the best roommate pls once i force his ass to watch shitty reality tv w me so we can bond, ROOMMATE AU HERE I COME >:)
no pressure tags — @atsumusdomain @fukurotiny @luvoratomi @hikariakaashi @kageyuji @xomiya
