Sky Writes

Multi-fandom writings. Requests are at the mercy of my motivation, check out my Ko-Fi for commisions! (skycreates) Writing for - Genshin, Star Rail, BBC Merlin, Red Dead Remption, the occasional OC stuff

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Pros & Cons of Laboratory Mishaps Pt 3

Dottore x Fem! Reader

No NSFW here, but again some parts in future will. But I use some curse words (How scandalous :0)

A/N: This took so long because my brain did not want to dialogue :(

When you groggily open your eyes the next morning there's a moment where you seem to forget last night, rolling over to reach for your robe before you get out from under your covers. As you do this you notice the notebook you’d been keeping your observations in and freeze, hand gripping your robe. Shit.. Last night was… What do you even call it, straight out of an Inazuman light novel would be accurate you suppose.

Shaking your head gently to clear your thoughts you pull your robe towards you and slowly begin the process of getting ready for the day. As you do your thoughts continue to race. How the hell were you supposed to explain what had happened? Even if you got lucky and had to explain it to Beta, well you were still only really acquaintances. And worse case… You shudder as you pull on your coat. You did not want to be stuck explaining this to the actual Dottore… Before you know it you’re standing at your door, hand hovering over the handle. You can’t help but hesitate, how the fuck were you even going to begin to explain this. But you guess that being late won’t make this any easier, so you take a deep breath and walk out into the hallway, making your way to the lab and totally not walking any slower than normal.

As you push open the lab door it feels heavier than normal, like everything you touched shared your apprehension. Your glance across the lab and spot Beta, beelining for him before you’re stuck with another segment. You sink into a stool beside Beta with a sigh, unable to keep your swirling thoughts purely inside your head. Beta turns from the documents he’s reading with a raised eyebrow and observes your demeanor. “You seem tired.” He says, turning to face you more. He moves to speak again but is interrupted by the side door of the lab opening and another voice. “Return to completing your task Beta. I shall discuss the results with them myself.” Calls the unmistakable voice of the real Dottore. You can’t help but deflate a little, just when you’d thought you could get the ‘easy’ way out you’ve been shoved into the absolute worst scenario. 

If Beta notices your behaviour he doesn’t say anything, turning back to the documents and gesturing with his hand for you to go to Dottore. There’s nothing else for you to do anyways, so you turn and stand. Your feet feel like lead as you slowly walk over to Dottore, whose standing by another door that you know leads to his office. Which is even worse, you’ll be completely alone. As you approach Dottore steps into his office, leaving the door open for you. 

You hesitantly walk into his office, looking around as you pull the door shut behind you. This is the first time you’ve been in his office, so you distract yourself for a moment by looking around. One wall is covered in books, the whole wall turned into a bookshelf. There’s another door that you know leads to the palace corridors. The floor isn’t the familiar bare concrete of the lab anymore, instead a wooden floor. There’s a large desk in the centre of the room, which Dottore is already sitting at waiting expectantly for you to sit at the chair opposite it. You move forward, noticing a small couch tucked in a corner, as if a last minute addition. Sinking into the seat opposite Dottore your nerves really kick in and you just wait for Dottore to say something, even if it might annoy him. 

Dottore raises an eyebrow at your silence, but he begins to speak anyway. “The potion would’ve worn off by now. I’d like to hear your observations, in detail please.” He says, a glint in his eyes as he says ‘please’ that almost seems knowing, like he’s waiting for you to reveal something he already knows. You swallow, collecting your thoughts and deciding to begin small, trying to hype yourself up for the ‘big reveal’. “Well, I didn't notice much after the first dose. But once the evening came I was still feeling fine, no drowsiness or fatigue at all. I don’t think I was able to get to sleep until around midnight, which is later than usual for a Monday night.” 

Dottore nods. “And nothing else? No unexpected experiences?” He says with a smirk, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. Your eyes widen slightly did he know?! How? What are you even supposed to say to that? “What do you mean?” You settle on, trying to get him to elaborate, even if it was an admittedly risky move considering who you were conversing with.

Dottore’s smirk only widens and he shrugs “Nothing really. Just curious if you felt any odd sensations? Or perhaps any form of connection at all?” He says, clearly enjoying your reactions.

Your shock turns to a glare, he definitely knows. But to what extent? Was this the goal from the beginning? “You know.” Is all you say, clinging onto the idea that you might get away with not having to put what happened into words.

Dottore’s eyes shine slightly at your words. “Ah, so you did. How wonderful. I’m sure you’d like an explanation then?” He says, sitting forward again and dropping his arms to his desk. 

“If I could trouble you for one.” You respond. After the words leave your mouth you can’t help but think you should be more careful with your words. But something in the back of your mind tells you it’ll be fine. In any case Dottore responds before you can think it over more.

“I suppose I can take the time to explain, since this is all relevant to you now.” He begins, his eyes watching you intently for your reactions to his words. “Recently some Fatui agents discovered another Khaenri'ahan ruin. And as usual all items of interest were brought to me for research. One such document caught our Majesty the Tsaritsa’s interest, and as such I was asked to prioritise the recreation of this potion. This potion was called the ‘Soulmate Potion’ apparently it can be used to ‘link’ one with their soulmate for a short duration. Though how exactly wasn’t indicated on the incomplete records we had.” He says, waiting expectantly for your response.

“Wait, wait. So you gave me this ‘Soulmate Potion’?” Is all you can get yourself to say.

“Well, it wasn’t intentional. Someone messed with my vials, and I was tired enough to not notice the colour difference until afterwards.” He says with a shrug. “So did you feel a connection or not?”

“I- Yes, I felt something that makes more sense with the so-called ‘soulmate potion’.” You say, not elaborating.

“Interesting, would you care to explain what this connection was?” Dottore asks, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You sound like you already know.” You sigh, but answer anyway. It’s probably best not to be too insolent to the harbinger despite your instincts trying to convince you that it’d be fine. “I could feel their touch. Like when they touched their face and such.” 

Dottore grins, clearly whatever he was trying to get out of this conversation he was receiving. “Just their face? They didn’t touch anywhere else?”

You flush at his words, the reminder of last night hitting you again. You can’t help but level the harbinger with a glare, your embarrassment stronger than your desire to not get killed for the moment. “You know.” You repeat. “There’s more to this. How do you know?” 

Dottore chuckles. “Hmm, you’re more feisty than I’d pictured.” He says with an amused smile. “I suppose I can elaborate further if it would please you. Like I said the switch up wasn’t intentional but I also mixed my own up. So we had both taken a vial of this potion instead of what we were supposed to.” He says, letting the revelation sit as he watches for your response.

You blush harder, sinking back into the chair and wishing the floor would swallow you whole. So, then that would mean he was your soulmate?? But even worse? (or better?) He had been the one behind the ghost hands last night? You go to speak but all that leaves your mouth is a strangled squeak. You clear your throat and try again. “I- So we’re soulmates?!?” 

Dottore smiles, his sharp teeth showing, huh you thought only the segments had those not the real Dottore. “Evidently.” He says with a nod. “This revelation is perhaps less strange to me than to you. As the segments all like you, and getting the segments to agree on anything is nothing short of a miracle.” He lets out a soft amused huff. “Do you require more proof? We could each take another dose of the potion.” He offers with a cheeky grin.

“No!” You say immediately, clearing your throat nervously before elaborating “No I believe you. It’s like my instincts are telling me you won’t just kill me if I annoy you.”

Dottore laughs. “Interesting. What gave you the impression I just kill whoever annoys me? Surely it would be more efficient to use them as test subjects instead?” He says with a grin. Though you see a hint of relief at your lack of rejection, like a slip of the mask he’s presenting you.

You can’t help but let out a small huff of amusement. And as you think of what to say next the absurdity of the situation hits you full force, derailing your train of thoughts. Subtly pinching yourself just so you could be sure this wasn’t a fever dream, (It wasn’t) you manage to find your words again. “Why bother telling me? I’m sure you could come up with a reasonable excuse.” You settle on asking, because the idea that Dottore had discovered you were his soulmate and went straight to outright telling you the next morning was a little odd, at least to you.

Dottore just shrugs again. “There’s a few reasons. Mainly that Her Majesty wanted to be personally informed of any progress. And I doubt the Tsaritsa would allow me to tell her I’d used the potion to find my soulmate and not introduce them.” He says, grinning at the idea.

Dottore’s words aren’t exactly reassuring though. “I have to meet the Tsaritsa now!” I blurted out, my etiquette barely held up to my interactions with harbingers, how the hell was I going to act ‘properly’ around our Archon. 

Dottore chuckles and I realise I’d said my thoughts out loud. “It’s unlikely the Tsaritsa will interact with you much.” He says. “But moving on from that.. As soulmates we're supposedly a ‘perfect’ match for one another. What say you to testing this theory?” 

I can’t help but blush again, hating that I’m looking as much of a fool as I feel. “Are you asking me to date you?”

“I suppose, though not in the conventional sense. Since fate has deemed us soulmates I see no reason to stick to societal norms. Shall we simply agree to test the fates decision one step at a time?”

I nod, that at least I can agree to.

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Pros & Cons of laboratory mishaps (Pt 2)

Dottore x Fem! Reader (NSFW)

That first encounter with Dottore was almost a month ago now, and Beta had told you last check in that the next time you came in Dottore had an experimental potion he was going to have you try. Supposedly it was the first step in a potion to stop life force draining and increased your stamina.

In any case the lab was much busier than normal when you entered that morning, with all the segments and Dottore himself present. Beta waved you over to him near the centre of the lab where he was next to Dottore and when you reached the to you could see the frustration on Dottore’s face.

“Here’s the potion, take the whole dose now, then come past and grab another dose tonight. I need you to note any changes for 48 hours from now.” Dottore says curtly, handing over a vial of translucent blue fluid and stalking off to where Delta and Omega were arguing over something they were supposed to be synthesizing together.

When you shoot Beta a confused look he just shrugs his shoulders. “Prime found some unknown ancient potion recipe in a new shipment from a recently discovered Khaenri'ahan ruin. Apparently, it’s interesting enough to divert resources to recreating right away.”

He gestures at the chaotic state of the lab. “Hence the chaos. Not to mention that Delta and Omega seem to be at each other’s throats constantly this week.” Beta sighs and shakes his head again looking at you expectantly as he waits for you to take the potion.

“Oh.” You mumble as you remember the vial in your hand and quickly down the whole thing.

The taste isn’t very nice, but it’s at least tolerable and doesn’t make you gag. After a moment you speak to Beta. “I don’t feel any different yet… Am I supposed to train and see if I get less tired?”

Beta shakes his head at your question “No, not this time. Just stay in your room and see how much later than normal you get tired. This is only the first iteration, so we don’t expect much to happen.” Beta looks over to Dottore as he tries to get Delta and Omega to stop fighting.

“Anyway, you should go before something gets thrown at you by accident. Epsilon knows you’re being assigned to stay in your room, so expect a visit from him at some stage.” Beta says, amusement evident in his voice.

All the segments thought it amusing that the youngest was so taken with you, but you’d worked out that they were all glad for it considering none of them had any interest in looking after the boy, and he was still a child so he couldn’t be left alone in the lab. With a nod to Beta, you turn and quickly exit the lab, eager to get to your room quickly lest there be any unpleasant side effects to the potion.

Luckily there isn’t and Epsilon does indeed come keep you company, dragging along a large old textbook he’d been reading and making you go through it with him. The book was a guide to preforming autopsies, but Epsilon was more interested in it than he’d ever be a typical children’s book. Eventually evening comes and you escort Epsilon back to the labs, needing to pick up your second dose anyway. It’s quieter this time when you enter, only Dottore, Omega and Alpha present this time. Epsilon walks off through the door in the side of the lab that you know leads to another private section of the lab, and everyone’s rooms. Dottore looks up from his desk as you approach and gestures to another vial of translucent liquid. As you pick it up you could swear the colour isn’t the same, this one looks more blue-green than the deep blue of the one earlier. But you’re not going to say anything to Dottore especially when he looks like he hasn’t slept in days and is waiting expectantly for you to take it so he can have the vial back. After downing the potion as requested Dottore takes the vial back and goes back to ignoring you, a silent dismissal. You’re not going to push your luck, despite your more compassionate side wanting to say something about the harbinger’s exhaustion. You barely know the man, and such comments would be unappreciated, so you mentally scold yourself and exit the lab as silently as you’d came, preparing yourself for the possibility of an all-nighter should the potion work well.

Sometime after you’d left Dottore takes a potion himself, meant to force him to fall asleep so he could rest without unpleasant dreams, he realizes with irritation after he has already taken it that one of the segments had moved the vials made today around and instead of his sleeping potion, he’s taken a dose of the ‘Soulmate Potion’ that had been discovered recently, and so had you… With a silent curse he finds the potion he was supposed to take, but he can’t shake the feeling it won’t work tonight. With a mental note to find out who messed with the vials he makes his way to his private quarters, resigning himself to making the most of the slip up and documenting any effects he experiences. He can just take any of your observations tomorrow as ones for the ‘Soulmate Potion’ rather than his stamina one.

You don’t feel any different until long after the sun has set, it’s reached the time where you would normally be falling asleep and yet you feel fully awake still. You jot this down in the small notebook you’d gotten for observations and stretch. Figuring that if you’re going to be up all night then a late shower wouldn’t hurt, you move to gather a nice warm set of lounge wear and head into the small ensuite attached to your room, intent on using the fact that you’d be up late anyways to have a more ‘relaxing’ shower than you normally would.

At the same time Dottore has reached his bedroom and sinks onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression as he stews over the horrible day he’s had. Omega and Delta didn’t get along on the best of days, but their insistence on fighting over everything today had been nothing short of exhausting. As much as the segments were unique scientific tools and a useful extra set of hands, he did wish they would just get along, even just tolerating each other consistently would be fine. Not to mention progress regarding replicating that woman’s mysterious reaction to the delusion was frustratingly slow, what was her name… Y/N He thinks, he only knows it due to the regular updates from Beta. Apparently, the segments all enjoyed her company, which was interesting since they never all agreed on anything. But it was the one thing he didn’t have to worry about delegating since they all silently covered each other when it came to her regular tests. So he wasn’t going to complain. The thought of Y/N brings his attention back to that ancient potion, the so called ‘Soulmate Potion’. The Tsaritsa had taken an interest in the potion when it was first discovered, probably due to being the Archon of Love even if she wouldn’t appear to fit that title now. But he was sceptical, a simple potion being enough to somehow connect you with your soulmate? And that’s assuming ‘Soulmates’ are even a thing, the fate of vision holders being held in Teyvat’s fake sky was one thing, but to be ‘assigned’ a person that was supposed to complete you seemed even more outlandish to Dottore. And even if such a thing existed, he doubted he’d have one since ‘Fate’ was never kind to him. He lays there on his bed in his own thoughts for a while, thinking through hypothetical effects of this mysterious potion, and oddly enough his thoughts keep drifting back to Y/N. How odd he’d never paid her any mind before, at most she was an interesting specimen due to her unique reaction to her delusion. But why was he thinking about her as a person?

Before Dottore has too much time to think it over he jolts up at the feeling of a hand on his head. He swings around but unsurprisingly no one’s there, and as he looks around the feeling comes again, and there definitely no one present to cause it, how interesting. The phantom hands run through his hair as if it was untying a ponytail, which was clearly intended for hair much longer than his own due to the way the hands would run past where his own hair stopped but he could still feel the tug at his scalp of hair being untangled. It was odd and unnerving, and Dottore assumed this must be the work of this ‘Soulmate Potion’. So it makes you feel your soulmate’s touch?

Interesting, but not quite as intriguing as the whole idea of him having a soulmate in the first place. Dottore just sits on the side of his bed with a journal in his lap, jotting down observations about the experience in order to not miss anything, and definitely not to avoid confronting the idea of having someone out there ‘made’ for him.

After a moment the hands move from his head, tugging at his body in way he assumes must be them undressing. He ignores the sudden appearance of a thought of what his soulmates body would look like and forces himself to focus solely on the potion’s effects. After the strange tugging stops, he’s hit with a sudden wave of warmth, one he recognizes as a hot shower. So, he can not only feel when they touch their body but seemingly any sensation they feel.

The sensation of a hot shower without the actual water is odd, but not unpleasant. What really makes him realize just how intimate the potions effects were was when his soulmate begins to wash themselves, and he can feel every glide of the sponge or towel over his skin. Thankfully they start with their arms and he has time to get used to the sensation, his face growing increasingly red as they get closer to the area he’s the most nervous about what will happen.

He tries to focus on the fact that they wash themselves firmly, perhaps exfoliating? In any case it results in a feeling similar to a massage, his weary muscles relaxing as the phantom hands of his soulmate move methodically over his arms, then his chest and back, then each leg and there’s a pause.

Dottore wasn’t a woman, which he’d come to the conclusion his soulmate was, but surely they still had to wash there? Just as the confusion hits the sensation he was nervous about comes and it’s much less intense than he’d been worried it would be. Perhaps due to the difference in their anatomy there?

Whatever the case Dottore was able to relax slightly, though not fully as the odd sensation of phantom hands swiftly cleaning between his legs comes and goes. After his soulmate is fully washed he doesn’t know what to expect. In his case he’d be out of the shower now, unless he had to wash his hair. But he knew some people had ridiculously long shower routines, would his soulmate be more like himself? Or fall to the other side of the spectrum.

It did intrigue him to find out what he could about his soulmate from just feeling what they can feel, he did enjoy drawing conclusions from incomplete data. And he’d be interested to know how accurate his hypotheses would be once he meets his soulmate, however he goes about that. But no matter, that was a problem for the future, for right now he was enjoying a phantom scalp massage as his soulmate washed their hair. It’s as he enjoys the feeling of this massage that he touches himself for the first time, rubbing his eyes as the massage draws out his exhaustion from working non-stop the last week. The phantom hands freeze in his hair, pausing until he stops rubbing his face then continuing tentatively. Oh? Interesting, could his soulmate feel his touch as well? But the potion was supposed to be one way according to his notes, who else would have drunk an ancient potion… Wait, Y/N. He’d accidentally given her a dose too, well it wasn’t his fault but still. This made everything both so much simpler and all the more complicated… But for now, he might just abuse this knowledge a little, after all he deserved it surely? And Y/N has been such a positive influence on his segments, this could count as a ‘reward’ of sorts, no?

As you started rinsing the shampoo out of your hair a strange sensation presses into your face, like someone was rubbing your eyes. But there’s no one here, and your hands are currently frozen in your hair. After a moment the sensation stops, and you chalk it up to some strange effect of the stamina potion, making a note to write it with your other observations when you finish in the shower. You continue to rinse your hair out and as you finish the same kind of feeling comes again, but in a different spot. This time the phantom hands run firmly down your arms, like someone was giving you a comforting pat. As you turned the shower off you try and focus on the feeling, knowing that you should record it all for the segments as you were sure this wasn’t what the potion was supposed to do. The hands definitely weren’t you own, but you couldn’t recognize them as the hands of anyone who’s ever actually touched you. But the feeling had to be coming from somewhere, right? But the hands were large and slightly calloused, and no one with that type of hand had ever rubbed your arms or your eyes. So you were just lost as to the cause or origin of the feeling. But it wasn’t unpleasant, and the hands moved from your arms to your head, parroting the motions you used to wash your hair.

Working out what was happening was not only beyond your pay-grade but also just beyond you period. So you step out of the shower and quickly dry yourself off, putting on the warm clothes you’d set aside, brushing your hair back and flopping into bed, grabbing the notebook to hastily write down as detailed notes as you can to try and describe the odd situation when you inevitably have to tell one of the segments about it tomorrow morning.

As you do this the hands continue to mirror stuff you’d been doing earlier, scrubbing your hair, mimicking the way you’d rub the soap into your face to avoid getting it in your eyes. As you get close to being caught up with your observations the hands do something new, skimming along your collarbone and leaving goosebumps behind them.

“What the fuck..” *You mutter to yourself, tensing as you lay in your bed.

Whatever was controlling these damn hands was getting more confident or potent or whatever applies to the damn things as they what seems to be teasingly skim along across your collarbones, down your sides and onto your stomach. What really makes you jolt though is when the hands run up your stomach and across your breasts. The feeling is slightly off, as if the feeling of the hands running along a flatter surface was just slapped onto your not very flat chest. But it still felt basically the same as if you’d touched your chest yourself, minus the fact that the hands had callouses that added additional, quite pleasant sensations to the action.

You curled your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms slightly as you tried to decide if this was some strange psychedelic form of masturbation brought upon you by a dodgy potion or if it was just as bizarrely a case of supernatural hands. The hands stilled as your hands clenched tightly and your thoughts raced, and you took it as a sign whatever this was, was solely in your head. And if that was the case, then who were you to deny the strange phantom hands desire for you to enjoy yourself? It had been a while since you had relaxed like this, and the extra set of ‘hands’ was only going to serve to make the whole experience more enjoyable.

As you decide this you relax again, your hands coming out of the tight fists they’d been in and your body losing the tension it had before. As you relax the hands move again, running up and down your torso and making sure to slow as they run over your breasts.

Your breath hitches as the hands flick over your nipples, and your hands shoot up to rest on your thighs. Despite being pretty sure the hands were a figment of your imagination, they refused to do as you asked, and ignored any thoughts you had of things you’d like for them to do.

The thought did cross your mind that you might be dreaming, but the hands flicked your nipples again and a jolt it sent through your body dismissed that theory pretty quickly. You arrived back at the limbo of being unsure if it was just your imagination or some supernatural force, but at this stage the feeling was nice enough that in the off chance it wasn’t just in your head, whatever it was seemed to want to make you feel good, so you decided to stop thinking about it so much and simply enjoy the unbelievable situation you’d found yourself in.

Your hands twitch at your thighs, unsure of if you should do something with you own hands, or just enjoy the phantom hands running along your chest. The hands were now solely circling around your breasts, and you decided it wouldn’t hurt to add your own hands to the equation. As you slowly push your hands under your pants the phantoms hands falter, as if they could feel your own hands inching towards your core, but they quickly resume their movements. After you settle on a rhythm with your own hands one of the ghost hands disappears but soon you feel it alongside your own hands in between your legs, it’s even more disjointed than at your chest, as if movements that didn’t fit with where it was supposed to be were being forced to fit your own body. But at this stage you didn’t care, it still felt as good, no even better than your own hands, and you quickly tumbled over your peak much harder than you had in a long time.

You lay there taking deep breaths as you come down from the high, and the phantom hands remain, soothing along your arms and neck like a lover might for aftercare. The combination of your surprisingly strong release and the confusion led mental tiredness of the whole situation made you suddenly quite sleepy after you’d calmed down, and after a quick duck to the bathroom you collapsed onto your bed and quite quickly fell asleep, the strange hands continuing to stroke your arms the whole while.

This was going to be a nightmare to try and explain tomorrow...

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Pros & cons of laboratory mishaps (Pt.1)

Dottore x Fem! Reader (NSFW in future)

I've tried to keep reader as vague as possible, but she's bisexual (for the fem segment) and her hair is longer than Dottore's. Also uses a dendro delusion.

A/N: Does anyone whose into Genshin also have an interest in BBC's Merlin? Because the whole premise of this fic is the troupe of 'magically feeling each other's touches' that is common over there griping me by the throat and shouting 'Dottore'. This part is also mainly intro stuff since Tumblr has a word limit... But I'm posting the smaller second bit with this anyways :)

If there was one thing your time at the Fatui had taught you, it was that you could never anticipate what life would throw at you. When you’d first signed up (mostly out of necessity) and were given a shiny new dendro delusion you could’ve never predicted that it would lead to becoming close with the infamous second harbinger. And yet here you were, regularly meeting with either Dottore himself or one of his many segments to have various tests taken to try and work out why your delusion didn’t drain your life force no matter how much you used it. And more importantly, how to replicate this ‘fluke’ you’d experienced. It was once such routine meeting that set off a chain of events so bizarre, you’re sure only those involved would believe, a chain that led to perhaps the most confusing relationship status one could have.

Ever since you’d discovered that your delusion didn’t drain your life force like they did your comrades you’d been transferred from being a generic recruit serving under whoever had menial tasks at any particular time to working pretty much directly under Lord Dottore himself. At first the decision terrified you, you’d heard the other new recruits’ gossip about how they’d prefer to work under any harbinger but Dottore and the horror stories many brought back whenever someone was unlucky enough to be assigned to the rare instance of Dottore needing a recruit’s help, or more accurately Dottore’s assistants requesting extra help. You’d never been lucky (Or unlucky) enough to have experienced such things firsthand, but it’s all that you could think of as you nervously made your way through the basement level of Zapolyarny Palace with your pathetically small duffle bag of belongings.

Despite your concerns your first meeting with the harbinger went quite well, or rather what you’d at first assumed was the harbinger and later learnt was in fact a segment, Beta to be precise. Beta was the most ‘normal’ of the bunch, having the most social awareness and least extreme emotions. For the first week you only ever saw Beta, and whenever there wasn’t a need for any samples from you, you were pretty much free to do what you liked. As long as you kept up your training to continue to monitor how your delusion reacted to increasing strength.

And that was the routine you settled into happily, spending at least half a day everyday training and stopping by the lab pretty much every other day for someone to take some blood or stick some sensors on you and monitor various things. At first you only ever delt with Beta, and that was fine since the rumors could very well be true about the ‘real’ Dottore and you were happy to stay in your bubble with the relatively nice segment. After a few weeks though you were introduced to another segment. This one was more like what you’d feared, Delta’s mood changed as quick as the snow pelted the palaces windows, and the moon-like mask he wore only served to exaggerate his crazed smiles and intense eyes. Still, Delta wasn’t unbearable, and you soon worked out that playing to his ego was a guaranteed way to make any encounter with him almost pleasant.

The next segment you met was on accident, after you went out to the training grounds later in the day than you normally would due to a snowstorm. You were met with a small child with a familiar mop of mint blue hair and distinct glowing earring sitting in the snow making a crude snowman. The young segment couldn’t be any older than 10 years old and watched you train intently. After you’d finished and were sitting on a bench to enjoy the gardens while you caught your breath he approached you slowly, introducing himself as Epsilon and bombarding you with questions about your delusion and fighting style, having heard about your unique situation from the other segments. From then on Epsilon had decided he liked you, and often watched you train, eventually convincing you to become an informal mother figure for him, which you were hesitant to do since who knows what the actual Dottore would think of it, but Epsilon was persuasive, and you never heard anything after he started regularly spending time in your small quarters with you.

After Epsilon you met the last few segments all at once, due to them all being in the lab when you’d gone in for your weekly blood test. There were four segments milling around the lab, doing various things and you took a moment to observe them as you tried to decide who you were supposed to be asking to take your blood. There was a segment dressed in a outfit clearly reminiscent of the Sumeru Akademiya’s scholars robes, who you later learned was Alpha, a similar looking segment with more travelling style gear called Gamma, a tall segment noticeably much older than the rest with a distinct beaked mask over his eyes and a very complicated looking outfit called Omega and the last one made you do a double take, it was a woman (a quite beautiful woman your bisexual heart told you) but still clearly a segment who you learnt was called Xi. Omega had taken your blood that day and mentioned something in passing about ‘Prime’ who you assumed was the real Dottore wanting to meet you himself at some stage. His words made you worried, but not as much as when you first learnt you’d be working under him, after all Omega was supposedly the closest in age to Dottore and he was nice enough, if a bit awkward at actually conversing with you on personal level, and you were sure he wouldn’t be worse than Delta, who over time had come to tolerate you, bestowing you with the very friendly nickname of his ‘favourite test subject’.

The day you met Dottore you’d had no time to mentally or physically prepare yourself, having been expecting to see Beta or Alpha you’d trudged down to the lab in your pyjamas after waking up late due to a headache. Swinging the lab door open without really looking inside you only realized something was different when no one scolded you for wearing your pyjama shirt into the lab, since apparently it was more difficult for them to pull the sleeves up enough to draw blood since it was so thick and had nice long sleeves. Glancing around the lab to see where the segments were only to realize there were none and instead at the desk in the centre of the lab, the one none of the segments ever used was unmistakably the real Dottore. He was leaned over the desk writing something, and his hair was mostly similar to Omega’s just a bit longer and quite messy. He wore a long lab coat, and it was fully buttoned up so you couldn’t make out what he was wearing underneath, but as you approached slowly he looked up and noticed you making you freeze for a second before forcing yourself to continue approaching. As you stopped just in front of his desk he gave you a quick once over, and you cursed yourself for not bothering to change into more presentable clothing, you may have gotten comfortable with the segments but this was the actual harbinger! And your first meeting at that. To your relief though he doesn’t comment nor seem to have any reaction to your clothing choice, just motioning you over to a stool and silently drawing the few vials that was always taken for analysis. Afterwards though he spoke to you for the first time, his voice recognizable as similar to the segments, but also completely unique. “I intend to move on to testing the effects of some potions on yourself and your delusion. I expect you to prepare yourself to make observations round the clock when the time comes.” He says, his voice smooth, but noticeably tired. You nod quickly, not wanting to annoy the harbinger and he dismisses you, letting you hurry out of the lab and continue with your day.

[multifandomtrashwritings]

A different kind of Christmas gift (Part 1)

my contribution to the codex secret santa! for the lovely @confectionerskiss :)

Also this is like only maybe the first third of the fic, I wanted to get a lil something out today since fics start getting posted the 23rd but between work and wildlife rescues this is as far as i'd got. so don't fret the bulk of the fluff is to come!

Pairing: Diluc x gn!reader

Synopsis ~ After being offered a room at Dawn Winery over the holidays by your childhood friend Diluc you never imagined that you’d end up making the arrangement permanent.

As you came around the corner from stone gate you smiled at the familiar sight of dawn winery. After living in Inazuma for the better part of 4 years you were happy to finally be able to reconnect with your friends and family. With a perk in your step you continued down the road to dawn winery, your accommodation for the holidays. As you walked you thought about how you got here. Taking a friend up on an offer to do an apprenticeship in Inazuma was definitely not something you regretted, but you had missed everyone from mond dearly especially Diluc. the two of you had been inseparable during your youth, when you hit your teens responsibilities made it hard to spend so much time together but you had still been just as close. You’d hated to say goodbye to Diluc all those years ago but all this time apart had only seemed to solidify your feelings for him. You weren’t sure when your feelings shifted from platonic to romantic but it felt natural to you and after 4 years apart you were anxious to rekindle your relationship even if only as friends.

As you approached the front doors of the winery you took in the calming atmosphere of the winery, as workers went to and fro and crystal flies flitted between the grapevines you felt as if you had never left home. As you knocked on the front doors Adelinde greeted you with a smile ushering you in and upstairs to the guest room you had been offered after writing home with the news that you were returning.

“Master Diluc is currently out for the day but he asked that I help you settle in and inform you that he wishes for you to dine together tonight in the hall” Adelinde opened the door to the guest room “please come find me if you need anything i’ll be in the main foyer” with a curtsey Adelinde went back downstairs leaving me in my temporary home food the next few weeks. You looked around the room it was fancier than your place in Inazuma with a double bed, ensuite and a large desk. You had plenty of time before dinner so you set about unpacking and making your room look a little more like home.

After spending the afternoon unpacking and wrapping the gifts you had brought back in Inazuma you headed down the stairs and into the foyer admiring the maids beautiful work decorated the christmas tree. As you admired the colourful holiday decorations the front doors opened and you heard footsteps approaching you

“It’s a pleasure to see you again y/n” Diluc said stopping to stand next to you.

“I suppose it’s nice to see you again too, Diluc” you smirked nudging his shoulder “How has everyone been?”

“I don’t think much has changed, Jean is currently acting Grandmaster and some pretty crazy things have happened lately but day to day not much is different I’d be happy to tell you all about it over dinner, I’m sure you’ve missed good mondstadt food”

“I can’t disagree with you there. I’d be happy to join you”

You spent the rest of the night catching up with your best friend and exchanging stories on all the crazy things you’d both experienced while apart.

[zhonglisimper-03-deactivated202]

Secret Santa

Thanks for allowing me to participate in the codexsecretsanta. My giftee is @multifandomtrashwritings, hope you like it!!

As a child, his nightmares consisted of shadowy monsters from stories his father told him, monsters that were made up, that vanished the moment he opened his eyes. These days, his nightmares consist of death and flames that burn so hot he can still feel the heat when he opens his eyes.

Tonight’s nightmare is one of death. Your death specifically. Being the Darknight Hero, he has made many dangerous enemies, many of whom thirst for his despair and what better way to bring him to his knees than kill the one he loves? He knows you can take care of yourself, but the worries remain.

You’re neither immortal nor invincible. Your fragile human body bleeds just like any other person’s, and he’s afraid of what may happen if his enemies get ahold of you. He’s terrified of watching the ground beneath you turn red as you breathe your last, he’s fearful of seeing your blood coat his hands like his father’s did all those years ago, and most of all, he’s mortified of what your last words to him will be, whether you will curse him with your dying breath or whisper sweet nothings as you fade away.

In his dream he can smell your blood, the hot sticky liquid dripping between his fingers onto the dirt below as you look up at him with glazed eyes. A thin stream of blood runs from your lips even as he tries to wipe it away, succeeding only in smearing more blood on your face.

“This is all your fault,” the words pierce deeper than any weapon could, ripping his heart to shreds.

“I deserve better than you,” the disgust in your eyes leaves him at a loss for words.

“I hate you,” the three words ring in his ears, replaying in his mind over and over again as he kneels next to your cold, unmoving body, tears mixing with the bloody ground. A howl of grief tears from his throat as he screams up into the bright and sunny sky, demanding an answer from the gods above.

Silence is his only answer as the sun continues to shine down on him, basking him in its merciless glare. Anger and grief swirl in a storm inside him, his fingers clawing at the dirt helplessly as his cries subside into sobs.

Once again he sat back and watched a loved one die in front of him. Once again he failed them. His brother’s eerie smile flashes before his eyes, the dark blue orb gleaming with amusement and in a fit of anger he throws a punch at the ghostly image.

“Ow! That hurt!” a familiar voice jolts him from his nightmare, his fiery red eyes flying open. You’re sitting next to him, rubbing your chin where his fist must have made contact.

“I’m sorry!” Diluc quickly reaches up to massage the sore spot, checking you over for any other injuries. “Did I hurt you anywhere else?”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t” you smile at him reassuringly, hand resting on his.

You’re warm, the thought suddenly occurs to him and his gaze drifts down towards your stomach. He cautiously lifts your shirt to check, letting out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see any gaping holes in your body.

“Luc?” you ask gently.

“You’re alright,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. He buries his face into your hair, nuzzling your head. The scent of your shampoo fills his nose comfortingly and he relaxes against you, fingers threading through your hair.

“Why are you here?” he asks after a while. Despite the both of you being in a relationship, Diluc had requested that you have your own room until you two were married. Your room was right next to his, however, just in case anything happened.

“I broke the lock. You were screaming,” your fingers gently comb through his hair. “Nightmare?”

He hums in agreement, pressing kisses to your temple as he traces your jaw, thumb brushing over your lips, “you were dead.”

You grab his free hand, giving it a squeeze, “but I’m right here, alive.”

“You died in front of me,” his words come out a shaky whisper as he relieves the nightmare in his head.

“I’m alive, in front of you,” you press a few kisses to his cheeks.

“You told me you hated me,” his gaze drops to the bed the both of you are on, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

“I will never hate you, not for anything,” you shake your head.

“But what if it’s because of me that you die?” he snaps.

You remain calm, knowing that the anger is directed at himself, not you, “I don’t think there’s any reason for you to kill me.”

“There isn’t,” he almost snarls, lips curled in disgust at the thought of such a thing.

“Then whatever happens is not your fault.”

“But-”

“Luc! Look at me!” you lift his chin, forcing his gaze to meet yours. “I knew from the moment I entered a relationship with you that I was painting a target on my back. And that is a risk I am willing to take if it means being able to spend the rest of my life with you! So don’t you dare tell me that was a mistake!”

“I-” he trails off, unsure of what to say.

“No matter what, I’ll always be on your side. I swear on my life,” you cup his face, thumb running over his soft cheeks.

The warmth of your hands floods his face, causing tears to silently stream down.

“I love you,” he cherishes the three words you utter right there and then, his mind whispering them over and over again as your lips capture his in a passionate kiss.

“I love you too,” he breathes.

This time when he closes his eyes, the sun that shines down basks the both of you in its warm glow, lighting up the smile on your face.

[multifandomtrashpanda]

4am Diluc Brainrot - Give Diluc a hug

at 4am I had massive Diluc Brainrot, so I decided to get up write it down and share it, because why not. Also I have come to the conclusion that Diluc's bird is most likely an Osprey, they look similar and Osprey live in Germany so I guess it's the best real world equivalent. ALSO WE NEED A CANON NAME FOR THE BIRD >:(

Diluc x gn!Reader; comfort (Diluc needs more hugs)

Today was your lover’s birthday, meant to be a day filled with joy Diluc had confined himself to his office. All day the maids had tried to get him to come out, but their attempts proved fruitless. After half a day of unsuccessfully attempting to get Diluc to come out and at least eat, you made the decision to quickly travel to Mondstadt in an attempt to retrieve something to use as a bargaining chip.

Upon your arrival in the city your first stop is Mondstadt General Goods, where you pick up some juicy mice for Diluc’s beloved bird, who had been the only other life Diluc had interacted with today. Next you quickly stopped by Good Hunter to pick up a Pile 'Em Up to go. With your two items obtained you hurried back to Dawn Winery with higher hopes of success.

Pushing to great wooden door to the winery open, the maids were still gathered in the foyer speaking in hushed voices. You threw them an awkward wave through your shopping bags and hurried past them towards Diluc’s study. As you approached the door to Diluc’s office you pressed you ear against to door. The only sound coming through was the quiet chirps of his eagle and rustling paperwork, with a quiet sigh you go to open to door to find it locked. Luckily you had the key so as quietly as possible you unlocked and opened the door. Diluc’s back was facing you as he seemingly worked on paperwork for the winery, his eagle chirped at you from their stand as you approached your lover. You placed your bags down quietly beside his desk and pulled his loose hair away from his face kissing the newly exposed skin. Diluc flinched and turned to you with glossy unshed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached at his pain, and you leaned in to pepper his face in kisses as you shifted his chair and straddled his lap. “Oh, honey” you whisper embracing your lover and rubbing soothing circles on his back. Diluc brings his arms up to hold you tightly, as if you’ll leave when he lets go, and buries his head in the crook of your shoulder. You begin to rock him gently and whisper sweet endearments in his ear, you can feel the tension pouring out of your lover’s body as he sags against you exhausted. “You know that when you feel like this you can come to me right?” you say now massaging his scalp. He murmurs something about it being his problem into your neck and you pull him back as he whines at the loss of the hug. You gently cup his face, “Diluc, nothing is ever just your problem, it’s always okay to seek help even if you feel that you brought the situation upon yourself. Besides this is your feelings and grief, which are always not your fault. I’m always here for you so please, for me reach out and let me help.” You say looking into Diluc’s teary eyes. He sniffs and nods slowly trying to bury himself back into your neck, you let him and go back to massaging his scalp. “no one thinks that you any less of a person for seeking help or comfort, in fact not doing so will just make it worse” you whisper. Suddenly a loud flapping of wings is all that can be heard, and you have Diluc’s eagle on your other shoulder. You nudge Diluc to get him to look, “see, we all love you” you say as said eagle jumps onto Diluc to preen his hair. Both of you laugh quietly and love on the bird, who seems very happy about this change in attention. As you sit on Diluc lap as he strokes both his bird and your hair you move to grab the bags you brought. “I was going to use these to lure you out but seems I didn’t need to” You say holding up the Pile ‘Em Up, Diluc smiles, and you place the plate on the table shifting to sitting sideways on Diluc’s lap so you can share the meal together. Diluc’s Eagle chirps angrily and hops onto the table in protest. You both laugh again and you reach into the other bag to grab a mouse for him. “I didn’t forget about you” you grin, throwing him the mouse as he takes off to his perch. As you and Diluc share your Pile ‘Em Up and bask in each other’s presence, you feel like slowly Diluc is getting better.