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Hi so I have a request for Dottore back in his student days with a reader who performs experiments on themselves
Like to test how something would harm the human body before figuring out a cure or how to heal it
If you need a more clearer idea think of Maomao from apothecary diaries is when it comes to medicine and poisons
Because I like to think that the Dottore would think “Ah yes a willing lab rat” before developing feelings and then after developing them “No dear I'm not letting you poison yourself with a flower that has been infected by the abyss”
this gonna be short cause im writing this in between shifts lol, but this is so cute yes yes.
TW: self-harm
You and Dottore had been... 'friends' for a little while now. The two of you bonded a lot over simple chemical experiments and your combined curiosity.
And your willingness to get hurt for knowledge of course. he always had a bad habit of using you for your unusually high pain tolerance.
Though after a while, he grew uncharacteristically fond of you.
Once he was out-casted and joined the Fatui, you both had lost the closeness you two once had.
you lived most of your life as a gardener, specifically a gardener who specialized in medicine and toxic substances.
Though you werent like Dottore who experimented on other for his gain, but you experimented on yourself.
On a random morning, still in Sumeru after you had lost touch with Dottore over a decade ago, you run into him near the Akademiya
Originally, yo u had been on your way to pick up some skin irritation cream for your recently concluded experiment
But when you notice him, he notices you aswell
Without another thought, he dismisses the person he was speaking to, and makes his way to you instead.
"Fancy seeing you here, you look well in spirits i presume." he'd look down at you, no longer looking the same bashful young man he used to. Now equipped with a creepy bird like mask that covered his eyes.
"Zandik, its been so long, youve almost got me saying that ive missed you haha." You lightly laugh at him with the playful teasing tone youve always seemed to radiate.
Somehow, you end up going back to Snezhnaya with him after little persuasion from him, he was always charismatic and being with the only person youve ever connected with was appealing to you.
One late night, past the usual time your up, he find you in the lab, messing with something with your back turned to him.
As he gets closer, he sees your arm twitching, and your soft huffs of pain.
you hardly notice his almost silent footsteps, right until hes looking over your shoulder, and prying away the syringe from your other hand.
"I had thought you wouldve ceased this act of yours by now, though it appears i had been wrong." He scolds you lowly, and discards the needle away from you.
You feel slightly embarrassed at his words, you liked the feeling of it.
The taste and feeling of poison excited you aside from the pain it inflicted.
Dottore would sigh at you, his usually neutral smirk fading into a disappointed frown.
"As much as i admire your curiosity, dear, i would prefer you inflict this on... More disposable subjects." He scolds you once more, his tone weirdly affectionate before he gently takes your wrist and leads you towards the medbay.
Varka the type to stumble out of your daughters room with a face full of splotched makeup and a tiny tutu around his waist cause it didnt fit his hips.
Bonus points of his hair is tied in like three different rat tails 😭
Hi! I think that Dottore x shy reader was so lovely written! After reading it pops out another idea, which is not connected to the previous one, but what if the reader has experienced being very lonely? We know that Zandik didn't have the best childhood, so maybe a reader who had lived with an abusive family without any friends will know how it feels to be alienated and misunderstood?
Dottore x Outcast!Reader
A/N: YES. i have actually thought of this exact thing cuz maybe in-game Dottie might've turned out different if he actually had a friend who understood him 😭, i love your brain anon <33
TW: pure laziness, OOC Dottore/Zandik, Akademiya Zandik, Abuse (mention), not proof-read.
SUMMARY: You meet Dottore in his younger days as a scholar, in a less then normal way, more embarrassing than you would want to admit.
Dottore met you when he still called himself by his real given name; Zandik
You come across him after he had been reprimanded for his experiments and unethical learning habits, for around the second time.
You, ever the quiet and less sociable person, had a tendency to hide out inside of a Ruin Guard, which wasent the safest but who cared?
One late evening, before sundown. Your currently wandering around the inside of the Ruin Guards various rooms when you hear a noise, some clattering against the ground.
Originally, it made your anxiety spike considering your home life, but you quickly settle down after realizing it may have been an animal.
But much to your luck, it was actually Zandik marching inside.
You barley have enough time to duck behind some old clutter before he stomps his way into the hallway you were in.
"Foolish insolent rats.." he'd mumble under his breath, kicking a random object on the ground in frustration.
You peek out in curiosity, instantly recognizing Zandik as one of the smart trouble makers in your classes.
You didnt really have an opinion on him really, all you knew about him was that he was extremely smart, but dangerous so you kept your distance.
For Zandik, he didn't really know who you were, just that you were mainly quiet and never spoke up. He didn't have time to dwell on someone like you.
When Zandik turns his back, distracted by something you couldnt care to even look at, you tiptoe out of your hiding place, praying to the Dendro Archon or anyone that could hear you that he wouldnt turn back.
But alas, Teyvat loved playing its tricks on you
A loud groan of the metal flooring below you exposes you entirely, and Zandik quickly whips his head around towards you.
the two of you instantly lock eyes, and your start to sweat.
"How long have you been there?"
"Uh—" You gulp, scratching the back of your neck as your shoulders instinctively tense upward.
Zandik quickly steps forward, making you quickly step back, her heart now beating in your chest as he glares at you.
"Answer my question."
"Not long. I wont tell anyone."
A long period of silence washes over the two of you before his eyes zero in on a bruise on your eyebrow.
"Were you beat up or something?"
Your heart lurches in your throat, finding it embarrassing that your parents were actually the one who caused the red and purple bruise on your face.
"Why is that important?"
Zandik grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes, turning away from you for a moment and then looking back at you.
"Dont be such a pessimist. I was just asking."
"It was just.. My parents or whatever... its fine." You finally answer, trying to downplay your abuse and your lack of acquaintances.
"You're odd to me, why do you not wrench when you look at me?"
You raise a brow at his question, giving him dumbfounded look before you look away from his red eyes in thought.
"Why would I? I could care less about your less than clean record."
In truth, that was somewhat of a lie. In fact, you were actually quite curious what he got up to in forbidden areas like this.
Zandik smirks, and evil glint resting in his eyes that made you reconsider your original thought.
"Hah." He scoffs. "Clueless, you are. But to inform you, the sages aren't quite ready to handle such knowledge i provide, everyone has yet to recognize my intellect."
"Uh huh..." You trail off for a moment.
"So... What gets you in trouble?"
"The sages deem my research methods to be... Less than ethical. But sacrifices need to made in order to gain more knowledge." He cockily smirk, putting his hands on his hips with confidence.
"I guess thats fair, can you show me.. Maybe?" You ask sheepishly with curiosity, nobody had ever seemed to actually hold a conversation with you for this long, so you might aswell milk it.
Zandik quickly perks up, his grin growing wider as he hums, trotting over to you and snatching your arm.
"Dont back out now, you asked." He hums lightly with an upbeat tone in his voice. Clearly he was pleased you were interested despite his reputation.
Zandik quickly shows you his notebooks, his handwriting either messy and rushed, or weirdly elegant, it weirded you out.
You were impressed by the amount of stuff he had in his books, different elemental research, information on Aranara you never knew about, and detailed notes about the human body on both genders.
"Wow, thats a lot, even i dont have that much.." you would comment as you sifted through his notebook with fascination, even though most of his work had been obtained by less than friendly means.
"See, most people like you are disgusted by my means of work, but i find you to not be disgusted by such things. It is refreshing."
"Its not that bad, sure its a little gross but its knowledge. Nothing is free." You shrugged at the violent wisdom written inside his notebook, lined with his writing and different diagrams of something you didnt even know the name of.
"Why havent i ever heard of your name?" He suddenly comments, crossing his arms from the spot he was sitting at on the metal flooring.
"I am less than popular, i guess."
"I assume that explains your quiet ways then?" He comments with a stare your way, making your look up with a hint of guilt in your eyes.
"I guess so." Your look back down at the notebook with a frown.
"If the topic of your home life is displeasing, I will refrain from the subject. Unless you wish to speak about it." He nods quietly as he stares at you from his spot, feeling slightly comfortable with you, knowing you werent much different from him.
His response surprises you. Zandik was always mean and disrespectful towards anyone, even the sages, but he was... Caring? In a way.
"Thank you, Zandik."
"Do not thank me, its common sense."
A/N: Idk if this is even good gang 😭 my writing skill have been reset </3
Hii! Can I ask you for Dottore x fem reader who is shy and inexperienced in all romantic things? Sometimes I feel embarrassed that I am like that and I need some fluff from time to time. Have a nice day <3
Dottore x Inexperienced!Fem!Reader
A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE YES I LOVE IT 🙏 (Relatable though)
TW: Established relationship (Marriage), murder (mention, kinda?), not proof read
You and Dottore had your differences, especially in your personalities.
Dottore, was the monstrous doctor who took pride in all of his creations, getting blood on his hands to gain knowledge and power.
You, on the other hand, was his sweet wife, someone he met during his Akademiya were he was alone, and had nothing.
You had (Somehow) befriended him during a group project
You werent the brightest, and you mostly leaned on him for help but you offered your own skills in return
Him, who had been annoyed at first with your lack of wisdom, had eventually warmed up to you and then he asked you out
for most of your relationship, HE had usually been the one to initiate dates
usually it was simple, nothing like going out to eat or taverns, it always had something to do with knowledge
And no, you didnt know about Sohreh
he actually liked you, and couldnt have you finding it out.
One late night in the chambers of his lab, within the confined walls of Zapolyarny palace you came up with an idea
You wanted to ask Zandik out, for months you had been wanting to do it, but you never did only just replacing simple 'ask outs' with your version of affections, in which, he never really minded, he knew you loved him
It was said to be a clear sky tonight, and Snezhnaya was known for its colorful northern lights
So after working up weeks of courage, and rehearsing things in your head, you finally asked him
Dottore was somewhat shocked, but it quickly turned into a cocky smirk, his sharp teeth showing as his smile widened.
he wasent just shocked, but he loved this new display of you, finally stepping out of your shell
He almost considered rejecting it to see your reaction.
He didnt, he actually wanted to see what you had planned for him
Around 8PM, as it got dark and the stars began to show, you nervously led your husband to a small spot at the cliff of a hill. No entirely high up, but it made the bottom of your feet tingle with fear
Dottore found it sweet with how you planned this
it may had not been much, but it showed him you really cared about him
as cheesy as it was, it made his dull heart swell
He may be a cold hearted killer in the name of science, but behind closed doors and prying eyes, he was the man that softened around you
And you were the only person he cared about other then himself.
A/N: Im lwk frothing at the mouth cuz why did they do Varka'a DMG dealing so dirty
TW: MDNI, Dark themes, Amputation, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Danger kink???? (Idk what its actually called), Size kink, Bondage, Overstimulation, Pregnancy if you squint, Lactation, Drugging, biting, blood kink, Cock-warming, Wax kink, burning (mention), Public sex (mention), Electro stimulation kink, Praise, Degradation, Sensory deprivation, Choking, P in V, Raw sex, oral (Both receiving), Vanilla sex, consent is implied in most but there is dubcon, Pain kink, dacryphilia, monster fucking, Dry sex, NOT PROOF READ. (lmk if i missed any)
CAPITANO
Has a weird thing for you being in danger or needing help
LOVES the princess and knight trope but doesn't realize it
has a HUGE size kink, especially when he manhandles you
likes to tie you up and watch you struggle to get out of the bindings
dresses you up in different outfits, doesn't matter but has a liking for when you wear thin sheer fabric dresses that have easy access
Overstimulation is a MASSIVE turn on for him
Likes it when you whimper out his name (real name especially)
Has a mix of degradation and praise kinks
hes an ass man no doubt
belly bulge...?
Would choke you lightly
RAW.
would eat you out if you asked nicely
DOTTORE
OUGH dont even get me STARTED
BREEDING KINK
Loves the idea of you being swelled up and lactating
Says hes a boob man but loves your ass and thighs better
another bondage man here except instead of ropes its a medical table
Had an idea of cutting off your legs so you couldnt run but preferred the sensation of your legs wrapped around him
definingly drugs you with anesthetics, aphrodisiacs (Himself included on this one), and pain killers if it makes you loopy.
plugs you up after cumming inside you
BITING KINK MAN RIGHT HERE
Has a thing for you being covered in blood (not your own, he likes you alive.)
Again, Like Capitano, would choke you, but would mix it up, both harshly and lightly
Is also mix of praising and degradation
Would keep you in a cage if you were bad
PANTALONE
Shares the same idea with Capitano when it comes to lingerie
likes to spend and absurd amount of money on you while knowing youll feel bad
uses that to his advantage and basically manipulates you into cockwarming him
hear me out... wax kink... while praising you
Wants to pour melted mora on you but that would actually burn the living shit out of you so he settles for gold wax
Fucks you in the Northland bank after its closed
Likes the idea of public sex but hates the idea of people getting to see you and him
You know him, everything has a price
BOOB MAN.
also likes it when you wear expensive sheer clothing, but also likes it when you wear rags
hes 'helping' you okay??
can be gentle
PIERRO
I deadass forget he exists so bare with me here
Honestly is somewhat vanilla
Despite his large stature, he is mostly gentle with you if you behave
You rarely see him cause he has so much work to do
Sometimes when he's feeling cold, you cock warm him while he works
if you move or whine he will gently coo at you
After a couple of time he gets somewhat annoyed and swats your ass
Is not EXTREMELY freaky but has a few kinks
breeding kink haver
would also like to see you pregnant and swelled up with his child
He would tie you up if hes annoyed with you but he prefers you willing
when hes pissed off its either rough bondage sex, or cuddle fucking
MORNING SEXXXXXX
SCARAMOUCHE
I hate this bowl cut having mf but im not gonna exclude him so here we go
Mommy/daddy kink but is obsessed with keeping control over you
HATES public sex, will never let anyone see you naked other than himself
hear me out, electro stimulation kink...???
the spanking master over here
DEGRATION. HEAVILY. especially when you give him head and your choking on it
PT 1
A/N: I keep going back to reddit to see if there is any recent Dottore leaks of him being playable. To say the least, i am VERY starved. 😭
TW: Child birth, bodily fluid mention, Might be OOC, Established relationship (marriage).
SUMMARY: You finally reach the end of your pregnancy, which means labor, and the birth of your child is finally here.
The first contraction wakes you before dawn, not sharp, but just a stinge of discomfort reigns through you. Not yet atleast, but you knew it was coming.
Just a small tightening, unfamiliar in its intensity in your lower tummy.
You sit up slowly with a grunt, the dim quarters Dottore and you both shared surrounding you. Though his side of the bed was already empty as usual.
But It was close to his primary laboratory, so you were within reach, but away from prying eyes within the Fatui ranks.
Your hand instinctively presses to your stomach. Another wave follows. Stronger this time, it makes a wave of anxiety pour through you as you realize your child's arrival is near.
You shakenly inhale slowly, then exhale.
Across the large metal plated door, machinery hums. He’s still awake as always, Dottore was never one to actually adhere to a decent sleep schedule.
You barely manage to swing your legs over the edge of the mattress before the door slides open.
Your husband swiftly enters with purpose, coat shifting behind him like a controlled storm ready at command.
“Are you are experiencing pain? I heard distress.” he states immediately, eyes narrowing behind the mask he was glued to.
“Good morning to you too,” you grunt again, gripping the edge of the mattress as another contraction rolls through you, making you take in a sharp gasp.
Without another moment, he’s beside you in an instant.
“How frequent?”
“I don’t know-” You pant, already feeling sweaty.
The contraction peaks, stealing the rest of your sentence. Your breath falters, and his gloved hands are on your shoulders before you can sway. But he doesn’t ask again.
“Intervals are consistent.” he murmurs as his hands quickly cradle you.
“Muscular contractions increasing in amplitude.” He once again mumbles softly, but you don't even register what he's talking about
You glare at him faintly. “You can just say it’s starting.”
His gaze sharpens, but he doesn't make a comment at your new found attitude. “It is starting.”
The words hang in the air between you. Something flickers in his posture, going slightly ridgid
He moves quickly now, something un-characteristic about him, he always took his time.
Dottore gently guides you out of your chambers, gently caring for you in which was unusual, but you paid now mind as she panted, gasping as another wave of discomfort hit you.
You barley notice your being led into a small room, the room mainly used for his experiments.
But he had prepared, like he knew the wait on your child's birth wasn't far. Of course he knew.
The room is immaculate, reinforced medical table layered with soft materials, elemental stabilizers mounted along the walls, instruments arranged with surgical precision, and other machines you never understood.
He helps you to the table, movements firm but careful, gently guiding you to lay down on your back.
“Zandik-” you breathe out as another contraction hits, this one sharp enough to make your fingers dig into his sleeve, causing his hand covers yours immediately in comfort.
“Focus on respiration.” he instructs, voice lowering. “Inhale for four counts. Exhale for six.”
You try, looking at him as you do so. But when the next wave hits, your composure cracks, and a strained sound escapes you that makes his jaw tighten.
If anyone else were present, they would have noticed the shift in him, the barely restrained hostility toward the pain itself.
“Your stable, keep going dearest.” he comforts you as you let out a whimper, more shaken this time. “There are no complications. Your heart is rate stable.”
Another contraction tears through you. You clutch his hand harder in attempt to ease your pain.
“Z-Zandik” you repeat in desperation.
“I am here. I am not leaving." he once again coos gently, unlike the other times where it felt mocking, this time, it was genuine.
Time blurs into his steady voice guiding you through each wave. He monitors carefully everything, your blood pressure, pulse, dilation. Adjusting equipment without ever leaving your side.
When the pain rises into something overwhelming, his hand cups your face as you start to pant, grasping at the bars welded to the sides of the medical table.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
Red eyes lock onto yours, he was unmasked now, he removed it without you noticing.
You barley notice the room fill with the other Segments as you stare into his eyes.
“Do not retreat inward. Your doing splendidly.”
You nod weakly at his gentle words, your lips parting to take into a breath of air before the final wave comes.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders when you cry out in pain, you haven't realized Delta has made work on your clothing, covering your lower body with a thin and cold blue sheet.
You flinch slightly, throwing your head back to channel your unwavering pain as you feel a gloved hand grasp yours. You instinctively squeeze it, feeling no better then you did earlier, but in a way, it helped.
“Do not strain” Your husband instructed, Prime specifically. He was slightly far now, sitting at the foot of the medical table. “When the contraction peaks, you push.”
"Heavens-" You breathe out, clenching that hand grasped onto yours, who you now realize is Omega.
Your too focused on dealing with your pain to know what the other Segments are speaking about, your world spinning as Prime orders his counter parts to either stay close, or adjust something.
"Your almost fully dilated, your so close." Omega whispers gently to you.
you huff in a hurry, feeling a weird unknown pressure that begins to slightly burn.
“It is time.” Prime firmly announces, his tone slightly increasing in its intensity.
He adjusts the table with a precise motion, raising you slightly, angling your body so he could properly get into position. You wouldve felt embarrassed at the exposure if it wasn't for the fact your child was trying to come out of you in a rush.
Another contraction builds, slow and heavier this time.
“When the pressure peaks,” he instructs, crimson eyes locking onto yours. “you will push. Understood?”
“I-ill try.” you breathe shakily.
Omega's thumb gently brushes briefly over your pulse point at your wrist, trying his best to ground you.
“Breathe in.”
“Now.”
You bear down, the feeling like your entire body is splitting in two shattering your mind. A strained sound escapes you before you can stop it, fingers dig hard into Omega's hand, but he doesn’t move away.
Instead, his free hand supports you at your hip, seeing that your back is slightly arching in pain.
“Good,” Prime says quietly, watching everything with a razor focus in his eyes.
“Continue. Do not release too soon, sweet.”
Your muscles tremble with the effort. The pressure is overwhelming. Your body feels like its burning, and tearing apart at the seams, like a weak fabric breaking.
Then the contraction pulses, relenting slightly causing you to collapse back against the supports, your breath ragged and hot.
“I can’t,” you whisper weakly with a crack in your tone. His eyes narrow in concentration but not in disapproval.
“You can,” he commands. His tone firm, but not mean. “The progression is optimal, you are not in distress. Your body is performing precisely as it should.”
Another contraction builds before you can fully recover. This time it hits harder. You cry out in response, head tilting back as instinct takes over you.
Theta shifts into position after watching for so long, supporting you more fully now. One arm braces behind your shoulders, keeping you upright, and the other clasping onto your hand.
“Push.”
Everything in you strains. Your breath breaks into uneven gasps, vision blurring at the edges. The pressure intensifies into something sharp and stretching, and you instinctively try to pull away.
Theta's grip tightens but its not harsh. he, and the other segments hated seeing you in such pain.
“Stay with me,” Prime commands softly.
Your eyes lock with Theta's, he is also un-masked, so his ruby iris's stare into yours.
“You are nearly through the most difficult threshold" He once again informs, glancing up at you, and then the other Segments on standby. “Do not waver, your almost there.”
You push again, harder this time, a sound tearing from your throat as the sensation shifts into a burning fire that feels unbearable.
“I can see the crown,” he says quietly.
You barely process the words from your relentless pain as you huff, sweat pouring down your face as another contraction crashes over you before you can catch your breath.
“Again,” his voice urges.
You bear down with everything you have left. Your body trembles violently that has your muscles quaking, with tears slipping down your temples from the intensity of it.
Omega and Theta's hands supports you through it all, letting you grasp their hands with all your might, even if it was crushing.
“Excellent.” he repeats, his voice slightly breathless.
There is a brief but endless where the pressure peaks to something white, hot and mean.
Then a release, a sudden shift in your lower body that has your body slump as the weight changes quickly.
And before you know it, the room fills with the sharp cry of new lungs drawing their first breath.
Your utterly drained, chest heaving for air as relief showers over you.
Dottore moves with seamless precision, finishing what your body began. His movements are efficient, but beneath that efficiency is something now fiercely protective.
He works quickly, ensuring your stability, and the new life in his hands.
But when the cry strengthens, when the tiny body wriggles in indignation at the cold air he pauses. Just for a fraction of a second his gaze softens uncharacteristically.
“…Strong lungs..” he murmurs as he looks at his son. There is blood, and other different bodily fluids on his gloves but he ignores it. Worse has covered him.
After a moment, he brings the baby closer to you as Omega and Theta stare, both in curiosity and fascination.
You see your baby clearly for the first time, his small face flushed, eyes squeezed shut, his hair already blue and visible against his head.
Prime's sharp calculation in his eyes softens into something infinitely more dangerous, formed into fondness as his gaze lingers on his child.
He places the baby carefully against your slightly sweaty chest, still slightly heaving as you catch your breath. Your son's crying quiets almost immediately at the warmth of you, and the subtle beating of your slowing heartbeat.
Dottore and the other Segments watch the change with visible fascination. “He responds to you and your warmth. Familiarity likely.”
"He already bears the trait of our hair, Prime." Beta mentions, peeking over Theta's shoulder with a strange glint in his eye.
You look up at Prime, your exhausted but smiling at the new life in your arms. “Do you want to hold him?” You ask gently, despite the lingering sting in your lower abdomen. The question seems to catch him off guard as he hesitates, he was never one to hesitate.
“…Yes.” He admits, drawing closer as he quickly gets rid of his soiled gloves.
You guide the baby toward him with care, making sure your grip on your infant was strong, but not harmful.
Slowly, as if approaching unstable element, he takes his child with an unknown care. When he takes the child into his arms, the laboratory feels impossibly silent as he supports their head with precise care, his posture rigid at first.
The baby squirms slightly, his tiny chubby fingers brushing against the fabric at his collar then his fist wraps around it that makes his breath falter, just for a fraction of a second..
His crimson eyes widen just slightly in focus, glazed over the creation of his child.
The baby makes a soft, questioning noise at him, bright red eyes fluttering open with an unfocused stare
And Dottore lowers his head the barest fraction, his own red eyes making contact with eyes that match his. He feels pride swell up in his dark and cruel heart, a weird feeling he only formed towards you making his lips turn up into a grin.
"Its another segment, But not.." Theta whispers quietly, staring at your creation with fascination.
“You are… extraordinary” he murmurs softly but not as the crazed madman scientist he was. But as a new father.
"What will his title be, Prime?" Omega would suddenly interject, his masked gaze still fixated on the infant.
"Hm.." Dottore would hum, tilting his head slightly and glancing at you.
"Do you have any propositions? Dear?"
Really hoping this is not too OOC for him, i like to think Dottore would be obsessed with the idea of a family // having a child, considering the things he said in the Nod-Krai archon quest. Don't stab me if i got it wrong 😭
PT 2
A/N: So... i havent written in a hot second but i got back into genshin and HOLY FUCK my malewife bdsm lover is back
TW: Just fluff :), Established relationship (marriage)
SUMMARY: Your in the mid stages of your pregnancy, and as your belly grows, your husband grows more protective over you.
The laboratories beneath the Snezhnayan embassy were quiet in the way only places owned by Il Dottore could be. No wasted movement, no stray sound, no uncontrolled variable. Only precision and calculation.
The blue glow of suspended ruin machinery cast fractured light across the polished floor as Dottore stood over a wide worktable layered with parchment, vials, and thin crystalline instruments humming with restrained energy. His gloved fingers adjusted a dial, lenses within his mask narrowing as data scrolled across a projection screen.
Behind him, the large cold metal plated door opened.
Not loudly. You never one to enter loudly.
“I told you to rest. Dearest." His voice carried without him turning around, edged with faint irritation.
“I was resting,” you replied simply, one hand braced on the doorway.
“Sitting still is just… boring.” You breath out once more, your other hand casually resting on your lower back.
Then the faint click of mechanisms as he reluctantly powered down the apparatus.
When Dottore finally turned to face you, the cold blue metal of his mask flickered in the light once, taking in your posture, your breathing, the way your hand instinctively rested over the curve of your lower spine.
The curve that had not been there months ago. When you were less pregnant.
He approached slowly, boots echoing in measured rhythm. Even now, even with you, there was calculation in every step. Observation. Assessment.
“You walked here unassisted.” Not a question.
“Yes.”
“Distance?”
“Three corridors.”
A faint hum from him, he was displeased.
“You were instructed to limit strain.”
“It isn’t strain,” you muttered. “It’s walking.”
His gloved hand hovered inches from your stomach before finally settling there carefully. Controlled. As if handling volatile material.
Except his touch was gentle and warm, especially with you. His wife.
“I detected an elevated pulse rate earlier,” he commented, hand still on your belly. “You should have summoned me.”
“You were busy dissecting something.”
“I am always busy dissecting something.”
You smiled faintly. “Exactly.”
Silence fell between you, but it wasn’t empty. It was thick with thought. With history and something neither of you had fully named.
When he had first confirmed your pregnancy, he had not reacted the way most would. There had been no wide-eyed shock. No fumbling denial.
Instead, he tested you, not in the rough way he would his subjects, but with care he never seemed to radiate.
Hypothesis after hypothesis.
He had run more analyses on you in a week than most scholars would in a lifetime. Blood samples. Elemental resonance scans. Fatui medical specialists quietly dismissed after failing to meet his standards.
“It is viable.” he had concluded at last as if discussing an experiment. And yet he had not allowed anyone else near you since.
Now, he crouched slightly to bring himself level with you, one hand still resting over the swell of your stomach. His thumb shifted just slightly, as though mapping unseen patterns beneath your skin.
“The growth rate remains optimal,” he murmured. “No abnormal fluctuations in elemental signature.”
You blinked. “You can tell just from touching?”
“I calibrated it. Did you believe I would leave something like this unmonitored?” He tilts his head, grinning slightly.
You huffed softly. “It’s not a ‘something.’”
The faintest stillness in his posture. “…No,” he said quietly. “It is not.” For a moment, the ever-present clinical edge in his voice dulled.
His hand moved again, this time not scanning or measuring. Just simply resting there.
“I have observed thousands of biological processes.” he continued, tone low. “I have studied the limits of the human body. Its fragility and Its adaptability.” His fingers flexed once against the curve of your tummy.
“But this…” He paused slightly, scanning where your unborn child lay inside you. “This was not planned.”
“No,” you said gently. “It wasn’t.” A soft vibration pulsed beneath his glove that made him freeze before the movement came again, small and unmistakable.
You inhaled sharply. “Did you?-”
“Yes.”
The single word was sharper than usual, In focus. He removed his glove in one swift motion, porcelain mask tilting downward as he pressed his bare hand to your stomach.
Another movement, slightly stronger this time. His breath caught, barely perceptible but you felt it.
"Remarkable.” he whispered, not clinical or detached like usual.
His uncovered fingers spread carefully, as if afraid to miss even the smallest shift. When the baby kicked again, firmer this time, something in his posture changed.
“It responds to stimulus.” he murmured. "Neural development is advancing precisely on schedule.”
You laughed quietly. “You don’t have to turn it into a report.” He was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lifted his mask.
Something he rarely did.
In the dim laboratory light, his crimson eyes were sharper than any blade, but not cold, never to you. He studied you as though recalibrating his entire understanding of the world.
“You are experiencing discomfort,” he observed quietly. “Your spine alignment is compensating for the additional weight.”
“I’m fine.” you lightly chuckled at his subtle doting.
“You are not ‘fine.’ You are adapting. Simply put.”
His hands moved with uncharacteristic care as he guided you toward a reinforced examination table, not cold metal, but one layered in soft fabric he had personally selected after discarding several inferior materials.
He adjusted pillows behind your back with precise efficiency. Then he remained there, close. His palm returning to your stomach.
“You should not walk the corridors alone.” he said at last.
“I wasn’t alone.”
“Elaborate.” He hummed lowly, the ruble of his throat making his Adams apple bob.
You covered his hand with yours. “I wasn’t alone,” you repeated softly as the implication settled slowly.
For once, he did not immediately counter with logic. Instead, his thumb traced a small, absent circle against you. “…This changes nothing,” he said eventually.
“No one will treat you as fragile.” A pause. “Except me, of course.” He subtly smirked under the light.
You smiled faintly. “That’s fair.” Another small kick met his palm.
His lips parted slightly in quiet astonishment, no experiment had ever drawn that expression from him. He leaned closer, resting his forehead gently against yours as his voice dropped to a near whisper. “You will not be harmed,” he said, to you.
And the life beneath his hand.
“To threaten what is mine… would be unwise.” His expression slightly darkened. He couldn't let the one thing he cared about so dearly go to waste. Not when he's finally gotten what he's yearned to have for so long.
His fingers intertwined with yours, pressing both your hands over the steady warmth of your stomach. For a man who dissected gods and bent morality like metal, this was something dangerously close to devotion.
And in the blue glow of the laboratory, with the world held at a calculated distance, Il Dottore remained exactly where he was.
Listening and waiting for any new behavior.
Feeling every small movement like the most extraordinary discovery of his life.
Vox and Alastor reacting to reader having SH scars.
A/N: lwk been sleeping on this idea for a while since ive been feeling kinda sad about my scars recently.
TW: SH mentions (obvi)
ALASTOR
Alastor’s reaction would be… complicated in his usual fashion.
On the surface, he wouldn’t make a big show of it. No gasping and no soft pity voice. If he noticed scars from self-harm, his expression would stay pleasantly fixed with his smile sharp, eyes calculating like he’s clocked a detail and filed it away for later. He’s observant to a fault so he’d notice immediately, even if he pretended not to or if you were very goo at hiding it.
Verbally, he might deflect with humor or a comment in his fancy ass language.
something lightly teasing, something ominously philosophical about pain, or a “Hell leaves its marks on everyone.”
Alastor doesn’t mock vulnerability directly. He mocks weakness when it’s in his favor, in which, your his lover, he dosent seem to find any gain in causing you pain. Scars like that tell him someone has already survived something ugly, and that earns a certain respect in his twisted worldview.
Privately (and Alastor is very private about this), he’d see it as some sort of proof of endurance or evidence of a breaking point.
Not in a cartoonishly cruel way, more in a strategic one. He’d know exactly where the cracks are, but he wouldn’t poke them unless it benefited him. If anything, he might become subtly protective in his own unsettling way. Not comfort. Protection. The kind where he positions himself between you and anyone else who might try to exploit that pain.
If he did address it directly, which would be rare, it wouldn’t be gentle, but it would be honest. Something along the lines of acknowledging that you’ve been through hell already and lived.
So overall he gives no pity or judgment. He gives you praise and keeps a more keen eye on you to make sure you don't spiral in that direction again. A quiet, unsettling respect, and a watchful eye that never quite looks away.
VOX
Vox would notice right away. He always does. A flicker in his screens, a fractional hitch in his smile, gone almost as soon as it appears. He wouldn’t call it out immediately. Vox hates reacting before he’s decided how much control he has over the situation.
At first, he’d deflect. A joke that feels forced. A casual comment meant to slide past the moment. Anything to avoid acknowledging that something important happened without him knowing. Because that’s what the scars represent to him. A blind spot. A failure in his surveillance over you.
Underneath the bravado, it would unsettle him more than he’d ever admit.
If he does bring it up, it wouldn’t be gentle. Vox doesn’t know how to be gentle when he’s scared.
His concern would come out sharp, clipped, almost accusatory, not because he’s angry at you, but because he’s angry at the fact that he missed it, that something hurt you badly enough and he didn’t see it coming.
After that, things would change.
He’d hover more. Watch closer. Insert himself into your routines under the excuse of "having more time to be around you". Not soft reassurance, control. Protection disguised as management. Because in Vox’s mind, if he can monitor the variables, he can prevent it from happening again.
He wouldn’t mock you. He wouldn’t minimize it. And he absolutely wouldn’t encourage it. What bothers him most is that the damage already happened, and damage that can’t be undone drives him crazy.
So his care would be warm but It would be intense, but sweet at the same time.
And whether he says it or not, the truth is simple. losing you or failing you again, scares him far more than he’ll ever let on.
The travelers stronger than me if that man treated me like that and sweet talked me and praised me like that and got all close and personal with me YES I would’ve gone to his lab and sucked him dry
