you should totally do one where dottore is using the trilune powers and the part where the rest burst in after columbina, he ends up recognizing reader as his old lover who went missing back in his akademiya days. not sure how i would want it to end but happy ending… knowing writers, you’ll be creative enough to know 🫵🏽
໒⦂ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖.
notes. hello, tysm for the request! i apologize for the delays aaaa i was saving longer form content to do after i finished the semester since i was quite swamped.. that said, hope this was worth the wait! i also very much recommend willow by taylor swift — the lyrics very much fit this drabble aksjskdj
genre. hurt / comfort
tw. mentioned bullying
trilune god!dottore x gn fae!reader.
ocean tipped needles the size of blades halted in midair just before they could quite puncture or break skin, hovering dangerously close. if you breathed incorrectly, you were sure that crimson was sure to bloom beneath your clothing.
but the doctor was scrupulous. precise, even amidst the battlefield — where it called for combat prowess and not the clinical kind.
his expression was unreadable behind that crow-like mask, the one you’d only heard rumors about, and you couldn’t help but wish to see what those rubies were conveying underneath. was he angered? disappointed? satisfied? surprised that you were alive after all these years spent apart after his expulsion?
it was difficult for you to pinpoint. back at the akademiya, his face was on display for your eyes to observe at all times — watching the way his features pulled together so easily depending on the circumstances. he was.. incredibly expressive, from what you’d burned into your memory since his departure.
maybe that was why he hid it now, for no one to ever know what he was thinking — what he was expressing beneath the guise.
“..what is the meaning of this?” dottore cut through the silence — slowly, carefully, yet each word had come out more frigid than the last. an obvious distance between you both, and yet a yearning melancholy.
the traveler helped columbina back to her feet after a particularly harsh blow, the rest of their comrades following suit to their side just a few steps behind you. if the doctor had to guess, this farce looked more or less like a pathetic attempt at shielding themselves using his former partner as a wall of some kind.
it filled him with ire, and yet as he set his divine gaze upon your face — all that seemed to dull and dissipate into something quiet and almost in disbelief. you were still alive after all these years — even after he’d gone back to sumeru and found through his intelligence that you were no longer there.. you’d managed to live as long as he had.
doing what, he wasn’t sure — and part of him had desperately wanted to know how, given the lengths he had gone to exceed the expiration of most humans.. but that seemed to die on his tongue as he approached you with meticulous steps.
you always held firm when it came to him, never once intimidated by his presence. his village scorned him for his existence, either choosing to run away or at him with pitchforks and torches for his way of thinking, meanwhile his fellow alumni kept a safe distance, whispering among themselves when they thought he could not hear.
but you? archons, either you were a fool, naive, too kind for your own good, or all the above.
he admired your persistence, attempting to drill your way into his heart with the second lunch you always brought him ( because his was somehow always sullied one way or another- typically by students who simply wanted to make his day unbearable ) or through the bandages you’d conveniently kept on you to tend to some cuts and bruises that came not from experiments but from some daring hands or blades. whatever the reason, if anything ever went bad ( not that he really cared, it was mostly just an inconvenience ), you were always there to pick up the pieces even when he didn’t ask.
eventually he’d realized that nothing could push you away. even his unethical practices and hereditary mind were not enough to deter you, which only made him wonder how much longer you’d be able to stand him before fleeing or casting him out, too.
and when the day of his expulsion came, it was him that was forced to take his leave. because he knew you’d fight it, he left without a say. the akademiya was already holding him back enough from reaching his full potential, and although you made being there more bearable.. he did not belong there.
you deserved better, as well.
but did you?
“zandik..” you spoke his name quietly, like an ancient spell that very little could chant, as though lost in the winds of time. he’d long since forgone that name, associating it with someone weaker — more pathetic than his current self. a scholar with academic constraints.
zandik would never have created a god or become one himself. he paled in comparison to the person he now was, and yet, when you uttered that name so gently.. in the way that you called it so warmly back at the akademiya, or whispered it so tenderly during lectures — he found himself berating it less.
despite the audience, it mattered little to him that they knew his given name. as of this moment, you were here — in the flesh. and although you were intervening with his experiment, carefully crafted to take from the world what had never been granted to him.. he found trouble being put off by this occurrence.
if anything, he was more intrigued by this variable. he’d never considered the possibility of you intervening with his plans, and for that he had to pay respects to whoever managed to find or create this potential projection of you. no one had known about your importance to him, or even your existence — he made sure to never bring you up to his colleagues, and willed his mind to forget.
you had your own life, something that should not be thrown away or contaminated by your previous association to his existence. and if that meant never seeing you again, pushing down those memories of his- the only fond ones he would have of his youth.. then he was willing to make that sacrifice.
even now, when he might have had you back.
“you shouldn’t be here, if you even are here.” dottore said in lieu of greeting, waving away the needles just slightly away from potentially damaging your body — fresh out of the sweet memories he’d long since buried. just in different clothing — with the green akademiya robes long gone, and features that were slightly more matured. “for all the time you’d spent around me, you should know better than to interrupt my experiments.”
“and you should know that i always remained even as you sighed and rolled your eyes. the vacant seat was never there without reason.” you returned, challenging his integrity in the way that you would centuries ago. he was glad to find that you still had that spark in you — the one that dared to question his intelligence even though it was clear that he was the top student.
you never shied away, and he admired that you tried — that you even bothered to test yourself against him.
a soft chuckle left his lips. “the vacant seat was a default, my dear. have you forgotten that desks were coupled?”
“how could i?” you returned with an airiness, braving the trek towards him. “it meant i always had a seat guaranteed beside you.”
as your footsteps slowed just a few inches away from his much larger stature — far different than the feeble man you came to know at the akademiya — you allowed your hands to find the long locks that had spilled over his shoulder, humming thoughtfully to yourself. “you grew your hair out.”
“that’s what you notice?” he scoffed, though there was little bite behind his words, and he made no effort to stop your curious hands.
it made you smile a little, looking up at him with a longer hum this time as your brows knitted together. deeply concentrated, or at least- that was what you aimed to convey. “i think you got taller as well — late growth spurt?”
that earned you a click of the tongue, and despite the mask, you knew he was rolling those rubies underneath that crow-like mask.
some things never changed.
“very funny, dear. your observations never cease to leave me questioning how your scholarly career had persisted for as long as it had.” he parroted back, yet his hand reached to cup your cheek — cradling it as though it were an ancient artifact dug up from an era once lost to time.
which, in a way, it was.
and instead of pushing it away or recoiling, you leaned into it, placing your two hands over the back of his as your eyes fluttered shut. “my degree would say otherwise, i could show it to you sometime.” you offered sweetly, unbothered by the mild insult — but you knew to read between the lines, having dealt with his speech patterns time and time again. “though, that might be difficult with the way things seem to be playing out here.”
as though struck by reality, dottore found that behind you — there was still the traveler and their ragtag team along with his treacherous colleagues.
colleagues that eyed him skeptically, yet equally as fiercely. likely planning to turn him over to her majesty for his experiment.
pursing his lips together after looking between the group and yourself, dottore snapped his fingers with his free hand, space warping. the moon marrows might have been stolen back, but he still had the ability to wield the artificial one- albeit less stable now.
the familiar lab of the false moon institute greeted the two of you as he let his shoulders fall, exhaustion creeping up on him. leave it to the descender to sully his plans, but no matter. experiments could go either way, he knew that well. and while results are the end goal, he quite valued the process — certainly whenever outliers presented themselves like this.
“i meant what i said before.” the harbinger finally spoke again, running his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “you should not be here. it’s.. not possible.” he followed up quietly, still not quite believing that you had been there- in the flesh.
but you were.
moving closer, you reached up to peel off the mask that hid one of your favorite features of his, smiling at the softened, glistened hue of scarlet that greeted you. “you’d be correct on that,” you answered breezily, placing down the accessory on a desk scattered with his notes. “except for long living species. fae tend to live longer — or age slower, i suppose.”
that made his eyes widen. a fae? you’d never once mentioned that — or had you said it and he tuned it out with how engrossed he usually got with his studies?
either way, it made his breath hitch just enough for you to notice. “i never really got to tell you, did i?” you continued with a small laugh, though it lacked the mirth he remembered. “i was hoping to, but the day that i finally felt okay enough to tell you- you were suddenly gone. expelled.” you finished a little lower, though your words never wavered in clarity and confidence. “i just never said it because i didn’t want you to think less or more of me — i liked what we had, you made me feel.. normal.”
now that made him huff out a laugh of his own, seafoam locks bouncing with the shake of his head. “i could say the same, given my own reputation and how you still spoke or hung around me as though i were anyone else.” if you were worried about being abnormal, then what would that make him? alien?
saying that only seemed to make your smile stretch, however. “maybe that’s why i felt drawn to you. we shared something in common, although differing, but it brought us together.. and that still seems to hold now,” you continued, reaching up to hold his own cheek. “right, zandik?”
pink collected on his pale cheeks as his eyes fell to your hand and then back to your face before flitting elsewhere. without the mask, he felt.. naked, for lack of better wording — vulnerable.
and yet he couldn’t find a better person to share that with. consider yourself lucky, or unlucky. “a rather bold hypothesis with little grounds and a clear bias.” he remarked, returning his gaze to you. “but perhaps.. a welcome one.”
without constraint, he pulled your body into his- smaller against him because of the power he had partially inherited, but that didn’t stop you from squeezing back. centuries had gone by building up to the moment you would one day find him again.
and you weren’t going to be picky about a height difference of all things.
“you don’t know how many nights i’ve spent dreaming of this day, zandik.”
pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he basked in your familiar fragrance, reminiscent of the nation he could never called home. “as i have missed you deeply, my dear.”
notes. this is how the archon quest ended? right? like uh, y’know he didn’t kick the bucket and just tp-ed back to the lab with us, right? right..?
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