Hello! welcome to my small section of the internet, hoping to spread good vibes and creativity! if you have any questions or just want to chat, feel free to either message me or send me something through my asks! :) please be respectful!
This is my introductory post, it'll be pinned at the top of my blog, it'll be updated regularly with anything to help people navigate my page and just have a good gist of what my page is about and what you can find on here:
Fandoms:
I'm in a few right now at the time of writing this, these will probably be the ones I would be open to write about and chat about, although please bear in mind some of these things I'm still getting into and getting to know better but don't let this deter you from requests of whatnot! The following fandoms include:
Red Dead Redemption
Resident Evil
This lost could very well expand or even shrink given time so I'll be sure to update this list as often as I can! :)
So far Ive got a few posts already from some pervious fandoms, whilst I don't really interact with them anymore if at all I wont be taking them down just because there are people out there who like them and I wouldn't want to take down an old post that someone might really enjoy!
pervious fandoms include:
bungou stray dogs: fyodor x GN!Reader , fyodor x sick!GN!reader
FNAF: Sun/Moon X reader (gender neutral),Sun x gender neutral!reader, Moon x gender neutral! reader
Genshin Impact: Dottore x GN! Reader, Dottore x GN! Reader, Dottore x GN! Reader (Baking), Dottore x GN! Reader (Baking part 2 !), Dottore x GN! Reader (A date?), Dottore x Sick! GN! Reader, Dottore x GN! Reader : Young'uns, Dottore xGN! Reader (Reputation), Dottore x GN! Reader (underneath the stars), Dottore X GN! Reader : SEASONS GREETINGS, Pantalone x GN!Reader (a scarf? for me?), Dottore x GN! reader: Medical ordeals.
Asks and request:
At this moment and time, they are open! feel free to drop by and send me anything that you might want to see form this page. I am always open to hear your head cannons and ideas for any fic ideas that you might have I love reading them!
OC's and world building:
I've been working on my own Oc's all with their own world and building a universe for them for a few years now I'm super excited to start posting about it. I was really nervous about sharing it since its been a sort of passion project of mine but I'm finally building the courage to open it up and share it to the world to see what other people can do with the world I've created so far!
Any significant posts regarding the world and my OC's will most likely liked to this post to be able to help with any navigation around it and if needed I might create a separate page for them if people do like what I'm cooking with lol.
Oh boy, it’s been almost a whole ass year since I’ve come back to this account, I swear I don’t keep disappearing on purpose! Life has been life-ing and I’ve been working at my job so much I haven’t really had as much free time as I used to. Nonetheless I will probably come up with something to post in the foreseeable future!
Okay so I stumbled across this game on tik tok with people posting stuff about Pierrot and i was so interested in his design and the game storyline itself. I’ve managed to play all that is available right now and it’s safe to say I’m a little hooked.
So what more can I do whilst I patiently wait for more content to be released? Dust off my writing skills (which were barely there to begin with but we move on from that-) and write some self indulgent stuff because I can and post it on my neglected ass tumblr account (sorry about that btw-) to anyone who also wants to have more content to chow down on until there's more of the game. Although please bear in mind that im still new to this fandom and game so I might not be too clued in on all the ins and outs of each character and their mannerisms, feel free to let me in on anything I miss or messed up, lets just keep it civil though, yeah?
word count: 1501
fic is under the cut, enjoy :)
It had been an early shift at the café, morning rush with all the busy men and women talking on phones snapping their fingers for their morning shot of espresso or lattes to get them though the day of their nine to fives. The usual crowd as expected. The pungent smell of coffee filling the cosy atmosphere as the rising sun cast its golden shine through the windows and into the shop. The machines hissing and buzzing as they worked overtime making steamed milk for lattes, flat whites as the espresso shots were being pulled and poured into takeaway cups.
After, a lull followed the morning rush giving time for the machines to rest and providing ample opportunity for the tables to be cleared away and set up for the inevitable lunch rush that hit. The lunch crowd was mercifully slightly better to deal with. The majority being elderly people coming in for their chats, the occasional family, even groups of college students that frequented the shop on their free periods. Lattes, frappes, Iced teas and coffees. What mattered at the very least was that the shop was running smoothly and patrons were mostly happy, although you can never please every single person that enters, unfortunately that's just how it works. That crowd too would begin to fizzle out and would leave the shop with just a few stragglers using the shop as a third space to do work on their laptops, or to simply enjoy the quiet atmosphere following the lunch rush. The soft clink of dirty cups being put into the dishwasher blenders getting washed in the sink and the quiet restock of the counter whilst there was the opportunity to. You would let out a quiet sigh as you polished the milk steamer for what felt like the hundredth time today, feeling satisfied with a successful morning and lunch rush and now being able to take it easy for the moment. Not having to worry about the next order or hurriedly rushing about the shop to get people their orders.
Your back would be turned to the shop for a moment as you take into account the stock that has been used so far making sure to make a note of it so that the manager could be reminded to put in an order for anything that is running low. Just then the door bell would jingle letting you know that someone had entered the shop. Putting the notepad and pen down you turn around already putting on a customer service smile on your face getting ready to greet the new patron. Although as you turn to look you’re met with a figure that has become all too familiar, one you’re growing slightly fond of seeing popping into the shop. His tall figure makes the shop feel somehow even smaller with the way his frame towers over most things and people. The red, black, and gold of his attire instantly drew your gaze to him if his size alone didn't already do so. It was Pierrot, he has seemed to make a habit of coming to visit in this downtime now, always making sure to be there when the crowd was thin or barely even present. Of course this was of his own doing, learning your schedule, your habits, the times in which the shop is bustling and what time is best to be there to have your full and undivided attention…
You wave him over to counter with a kind smile “Hey there Pierrot, right on time as always I see, you seem to be making a habit of it now” you say with a chuckle already reaching for the ingredients to start making the milkshake he always points to. The bells on his clothes would jingle quietly as he stalked his way over to the counter, his head tilting slightly, almost like he was just… observing you in this habitat. He had already noticed the fact that you were preparing his drink without him having to point at the milkshake option on the menu, such a detail wouldn't go unnoticed by him. It was enough to set his heart aflutter, how kind and considerate of you to go the extra mile to *memorise* his order. He wouldn't be able to suppress the grin taking over his features under the mask, not that the mask hid it that well as it betrayed him and displayed a wide toothy grin stretching over it. As you would turn around to put together the ingredients of the milkshake Pierrot would take this time to admire you, your human form, so fragile and squishy… delicate in the way a human would be in the eyes of a monster like him. A shiver would travel from his neck down to the base of his spine, it was simply electrifying to be in your presence, of you *choosing* to do something for him. It was nothing short of exhilarating. Utterly and absolutely exhilarating…
The milkshake would be finished in just a few moments as you turn back from the work station to the counter where he was still waiting as opposed to going to sit at a table to be served like most other customers. You place the milkshake on the counter “one milkshake” you would announce the drink despite him being right there in front of you, it was pretty much a habit now that came with the job more than anything else really. His clawed fingers would come up to take the glass but not to his face, he was just holding it… almost admiring the milkshake in its glass. As he stands there almost enraptured by the shake you remember something you had for him. A gif of sorts. “Oh! That reminds me, I made something for you Pierrot, hold on I’ll go and get it from the back I brought it with me just in case you came by today” you would explain already making your way back to the staff room before he could really react. If his heart was fluttering before it was full on racing now, a gift? For him? From them?? Could this day get any better? He stood rooted to the spot waiting obediently waiting with endless anticipation to see what sort of gift you have gotten for him.
In the staff room you would make your way over to your bag as you pull out the gift. It was a crochet plushie of Pierrot, it took a while to get all the measurements just right so that it didn’t look weird or wonky and whatnot but you had succeeded in the end. It wasn’t perfect but it was good enough you thought. Heading back out to the main shop you would see Pieriott still standing there, his head tilted slightly eyes wide and a faint blush on his features as he waited patiently, or at least as patiently as he could given his immense excitement over the mere idea of being gifted something from his beloved.
Holding the plushie behind you to add to the surprise element you come back to the counter, you can’t hold back the grin pulling at your lips in anticipation to see his reaction “I thought maybe you’d like this… I had some spare time after work and I wanted to make something, anyways I’ll quit stalling… here” you would try to explain yourself before giving up and presenting him the crochet plushie of his you had worked hard to make.
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t move, the milkshake glass still clutched in his hand, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the presented gift being held out to him. Then he blinked behind the mask. Once. Twice. In a sudden flash of movement the glass was being set down, almost knocked over with how hastily it had been dropped down onto the counter. Then clawed digits would come up to cradle the plushie in his large palms staring wordlessly at it then glancing up at you his gaze kept flickering between the plushie and you as if putting together the connection between you and the crochet plushie, that you had taken the time, care, and *effort* to handmake him a gift that was as precious as this. Before you could even begin to part your lips to speak, to ask if he likes it he moves. Leaning his tall slander frame over the counter to tug at you. Pulling you closer until his arms could come around you. The position was slightly awkward with the counter being between you two but he didn't seem to care at this moment. All that he could process was the plushie and the person who had crafted it for him. His masked face would move closer to the smooth surface pressing against the side of your head as he whispered into your ear “my love, you are spoiling me… you don’t understand how much this means to me…”
A/N: okay so this post may or may not be self-indulgent... but oh well, it just came to mind as I was scrolling through Tik Tok and I was like 'why not' lol. AnyWAYS i hope you enjoy, the other characters are still a work in progress but ill post them when I find the motivation and ideas for their scenarios.
charaters in this post: Caleb, Zayne
T/W: None, unless its maybe second-hand embarrassment lol.
word count: 888, all under the cut enjoy :D
Who hasn't accidentally stayed up too late doom scrolling on their phone only to have a mini concert with all the sounds you’ve saved and favorited on the app you've been scrolling? Well once again you've found yourself in the same situation. Alas… you forget that you no longer live completely on your own and that your partner could possibly catch you in your groove… surely not… they're asleep at this time anyways.
Right?
CALEB:
Caleb was having some difficulty staying asleep, as per usual… an irritated grunt leaving his lips as he tosses in his bed for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of ten minutes.
Reluctantly accepting that he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon he would drag himself out of the warm confines of his bed, if he couldn't sleep then he might as well at least do something productive in this time. Tweak some project he was working on or something…
What he did not expect to see was you. Sat on the couch, laptop that was left forgotten at their side with a new presentation from the hunters association about the updated policy and regulations that you were supposed to be reading up on… in favour for your phone that you had been scrolling on for a good hour or two now… perhaps even more, you weren't counting.
Oblivious you come across some sort of edit of a well known actor that had recently starred in a popular show, of course you were less so interested in the edit more so to the song that was playing. It's been trending recently and it has had a lot of edits under it.
You couldn't help but hum along as your upper body moves in time to the beat of the song, it was the type of song you could simply just feel yourself in. Your little impromptu dance, which you were under the impression was not going to be seen by anyone, is interrupted when a poorly stifled laugh cuts through the air.
You freeze absolutely horrid that you've been caught, slowly turning around feeling your face heat up in embarrassment knowing that you were caught doing something you weren't expecting to be seen doing. Of course Caleb could only stare back at you with a wide smug grin stretching across his face.
Oh yeah he was totally going to use this against you someday you just know it…
ZAYNE:
You’ve been trying to limit your screen time recently, after your partner had recently talked to you over his concerns about you losing sleep due to the blue light from screens as well as the potential for eye strain. Admittedly you have actually done quite well this week… granted that was also due to the fact that your job was keeping you busy enough to not give you the time to spend that much time on your phone.
Alas… you couldn't resist, it was your day off. What's some evening social media scrolling going to do anyway, right? Oh how naive you were…
Hours go by like minutes as you get sucked into the endless scroll of post after post. A brain rot video, a shopping haul, some pointless drama. Post after post, you don't notice how long you've been scrolling for…
Eventually you start to come across some fan edits of different actors from a show both you and Zayne have been watching recently scrolling through the comments and such. You come across a particular catchy song that's been trending recently. You hum along to it quietly before eventually before you realise it you're scrolling through edits lip syncing to the songs as if you were the one in these edits.
Meanwhile, Zayne has just arrived home after a particularly gruelling shift at the hospital, having to take much longer on a surgery to endure that it was a success. He was under the impression that given how late he had arrived home you would already be asleep.
Much to his surprise when he enters the bedroom there he sees you, lip syncing your heart out, your face being illuminated by the short flashes of an edit playing… It was a rather amusing sigh he had to admit but that didn't do much to stop him from frowning slightly with an exhausted sigh.
Hearing the sigh you pause, the edit is still quietly playing in the background but you're no longer lip syncing… you could feel the weight of embarrassment weighing heavily on your shoulders when you realise you've just been caught, not only staying up late on your phone once again… but lip syncing… oh the cringe was quiet strong with this as the silence wore on between you two.
Without another word Zayne would simply shed off his clothes, setting his glasses on the nightstand before reaching for your phone and setting it to charge. Then he would carefully wrap his arms around you snuggling up in bed, his nose pressed against the top of your head as he tiredly mumbles “It's late my darling, how about you sleep before you continue your performance?”
You knew for a fact that this moment would now forever be locked in the vault of embarrassing moments that would play in your head when you try to go to sleep for sure…
Thalassophobia- fears of deep bodies of water such as Oceans, seas, and lakes.
A/N: I was writing down new ideas and such for different Fics and I thought about how interesting it might be if the MC/reader had a deep fear of deep bodies of water whilst dating Rafayel? So, I wrote it up, it ended up more fluff than angst if any at all but oh well. I made everything as vague as can be so that anyone can me the MC in this! (Singular use of Y/N Rafayel mostly calls them Cutie)
tw: none, just fluff
word count: 1.2k
fic is under the cut ! :D
Being a hunter meant being strong, capable… but that doesn't mean that a hunter can't have their fears and weak moments right? Alas for you it's not that simple what you find unsettling is a bit embarrassing to say the least, but you can't hide the hesitation on your face when you’re standing so close to the shore with your boyfriend. Thalassophobia. Something that you couldn't quite explain in words but you knew that this phobia was a deep seated worry of yours. Sure, rationally dipping your toes into the little waves lapping at the shore wouldn't kill you but that still couldn’t trump the immense pit in your stomach as you looked out at the horizon, of the large body of water. It looked so still at this moment but who knows what lies beneath the tranquil sight.
“Hey! Heeeeyyyy cutie? What's got you so lost in thought, I’m right here aren’t I?” his familiar voice cuts through your swirling thoughts. You drag your gaze away from the sea before you to the cheeky smile plastered over your boyfriend's features with a small sigh “It's nothing, really.” you mumble half heartedly racking your brain for any excuse you could find to remain on the sand and avoid the root of your hesitation. “I’m… feel a bit tired I think I’ll just sit here, you can still go for a swim if you’d like though I really don’t mind” you quickly mutter out. Unfortunately for you Rafayel is unconvinced, his hands come to settle on his hips taking on a stance that of a petulant child, a pout on his lips. “What? You seemed so energetic on our way over here, what's happened since then… is something wrong?” you shake your head waving your hand at him dismissively “It’s really nothing I swear–” you begin to try and deflect once more but it’s clear he's not having any of it raising his finger and shaking his head “you’re terrible at lying…” he gently chides you before coming closer to you worry evident on his features.
As he draws near his hands would come up to hold yours, “Y/N. If somethings bothering you I don’t want you to have to hide it from me… of course if you don’t want to tell me that okay but I wouldn’t want to do anything without having you by my side, even if it's just swimming” his earlier childish and teasing demeanour has melted away and left behind an air of tenderness between you and him. His tone is kind and understanding, a warm gaze looking into yours with care and respect.
Not having the courage to say anything about your phobia you murmur a few excuses and simply find yourself sitting on the sandy terrain of the beach looking out at the sea, gulls cawing distantly as they traverse the skies above the water. Mindlessly you would pick at the small shells around you, some in broken fragments given how delicate they were whilst others remain intact. Whilst the silence between you two isn't uncomfortable it is filled with a light tension. It stays this way for what feels like quite a while even if it has only been a few minutes since the silence had blanketed over them. “People have lots of silly Phobias, right? Like how you're afraid of cat’s … or some people are frightened by ducks…" the hesitation is painfully evident in your own voice as you hear yourself speak. Rafayel’s head perks up as you begin to speak although he frowns at your mention of his ‘phobia’ of cats “Hey now, it's not a ‘phobia’ if they are menacing little creatures” he huffs in response but makes it clear with how he doesnt draw away even leaning into to you to hear you better that he's open and listening to what you have to say. “Well, I also have a fear… it's stupid I know but I’m frightened by the ocean…” your own voice seems to fail you as the words fade from your lips, quiet speech turning into embarrassed mumblings.
You expected laughter, maybe a bit of teasing or something of the like. Many people had such reactions “what? Scared of the ocean, that so silly you're overreacting " "now that's just absurd, it's not like its going to kill you” past words dance around in your mind. Maybe it was a mistake telling him this. Yet just as you ready yourself to take back what you said, cover it all up as a joke and laugh it off you catch his expression. The worry that was once there had smoothed over into compassion, a thoughtful frown on his features. “I see, that makes things much more clear now…” he mutters thoughtfully. An arm finds its way around your shoulder bringing you in closer to lean against him, you can feel the sensation of his nose and lips nuzzling into the top of your head, a warm breath against your scalp. “What about it unsettles you so much?” he asks, catching you off guard. You weren't really expecting to be asked that, it's not like many people took the time to try and wrap their minds around a phobia of yours. “It's just– it's hard to explain, to put my feelings into words but I can't help but feel anxious near something like the sea or the Ocean. It’s so vast and deep and not much of it has been explored there is so much danger and unknown hidden within it I can’t help be frightened by it” The words feel jumbled and clanky as they are spoken, something like this has always been difficult to explain to others who don't understand the feeling themselves. Rafayel would simply nod his head with a soft hum of affirmation to your words. “I understand, it's less so the water itself, but what lives in it that disturbs you?” He spoke calmly with no judgement or malice within his speech. “I guess so, it's just… really embarrassing not being able to do normal things like swim in the sea or get on a boat without feeling so anxious, I really hope I haven't ruined our visit today because of this”
The low sound of his chuckle catches your attention, but it's not directed at you at least not in a mocking way more so out of affection. His free hand comes up to tilt your chin up so that your gaze meets his once more “Cutie… nothing can ruin my time when you’re here beside me there's no need to worry about that” he reassures you with a loving smile on his lips. “Besides, we can work on this together, I can be your tour guide for the world that lies beneath the waves… It’ll all be at your own pace and you can trust me to have you safely within my reach the whole time, what do you think?” He proposes the suggestion. You mull about it for a few moments before sighing softly “I think… that would be nice, but for today can you just stay here like this, let's leave the sea tour guide for another day” Rafayel would simply nod his head with a helpless grin leaning in to press his lips to your forehead “Of course, Cutie, like I said you set the pace alight?” the mumbled promise falls from his lips. Gentle waves of water crash onto the shore before being pulled back in by the tide a soothing sound to filling in the background as you and Rafayel spend the rest of your day at the beach collecting the prettiest shells and even spotting a few crabs hanging around in little rock pools left behind by the tide.
A/N: soooo Caleb's trailer recently came out and it been living in my brain ever since I'm actully so excited to see how the story will unfold with Caleb coming back! I was feeling a little inspired by the trailer so I wrote this short little fic just to scratch that Caleb itch in my brain lol I hope you enjoy it! Whilst the reader is meant to be MC i have kept the gender as vague as possible to make sure that anyone can enjoy this fic!
TW/CW: stalker vibes, yandere?
word count: 655
fic is under the cut :)
“Ah… I see you’ve not changed much huh?”
Words are mumbled as a looming figure stands in the shadows, always watching yet never reaching out. Not yet. The time to touch will come eventually… skills honed from various experiences that are far too much to spend any time ruminating on give him the best advantage of overseeing the activities of his most prized possession. Although she doesn't know that yet, in due time it all won’t matter anyway. What they don’t know won’t kill them after all, he wouldn't allow it to.
Hours would pass by like minutes, so enraptured he observed his obsession… an intense set of eyes fixating, analysing, admiring taking in their figure move freely within their apartment like they were the only thing that kept the world spinning. Distinct squeaks emanate from the leather enveloping his hands, fingers tightening the pendant gradually getting nestled deeply into the glove far enough to feel the pressure of it pushing against the skin of his palm painfully through the gloves. The delicate silver chain glinting within the moonlight, a memento of a time long gone, of a man he used to be… the man who would roll over and play nice at their every whim because he loves them so dearly. That man was long dead now, in fact maybe he didn’t even exist in the first place? This feeling of deep desire, the wanting, the need, the overwhelming all-consuming urge to possess… take… own. Always there simmering beneath, deep in his skin, beneath the flesh or what was left of it digging deeper into the very bones of his body. He was no longer the puppy dog left yearning and pining all for just a drop of attention, to have their gaze linger, to want the same way he wants so desperately.
Well, he's done waiting now, there was no reason to keep it dug beneath a smile and facade of tenderness. He knows what he wants and he won’t stop until he finally has what is rightfully his.
Slowly his hand still clenching the necklace in his palm unfurls exposing the pendant and the little charm teasing him, tormenting his mind with all sorts of delicious ideas for when he obtains his greatest possession. His uniform rustles quietly as he brings his hand up to his lips pressing them against the pendant lightly a shiver running down his spine just at all that his mind was conjuring up. Alas this momentary slip is quickly hardened once again as the distant sound of a door clicking open alerts his senses.
You step outside of your apartment into the small balcony needing some fresh air as you take in the night air just collecting your thoughts on the most recent case you have been dealing with at the Hunters association. A gentle nightly breeze brushes over your skin cooling the surface as goosebumps become more prevalent over your skin. Time seems to pass so slowly in the night, it's so quiet and almost tranquil with the rest of the world seemingly asleep at this moment save for the glow of the stars above. Twinkling so softly in the distance they shine so bright despite how far away they are you lose yourself to your thoughts, ruminating over the past few days thoughts barely staying for a few moments before another takes its place. How has your life become so complex and convoluted? So many trials and tribulations that you have faced in what seems so little time when will it all come to a still? Will it ever be ‘normal’... things you can’t dwell on too long to fight off the inevitable spiral a mindset like that could lead too. Completely absorbed in your own world you would notice the sense that there are a pair of eyes not too far away staring at you.
This is just a collection of the OCs that I have :) in depth explanations of their lore and character contents will be following soon once I’ll be able to get everything sorted in my document lol. All the Oc's will be under the cut, I do apologise if the formatting is a bit odd I'm still hetting used to adding images and whatnot to Tumblr posts sorry in advance!
So I just wanted to make a little introduction post about the world of my OC's as well as the more fleshed out characters that I have at this moment in time!
So to start off all these characters exist in the world of Bivrath this is a world that I have created a whole world map of which will be included below:
Excuse the scuffed quality, I mostly do all of my planning and art for all this o papaer and with traditional art I'm not that proficient with digital art but this is the rough outline I have for the world. All the nations shown above have thier own history and naitive species which I have already written out for quite a few of them, although given that it is such a big and ambitious concept it is still in the works I'm open to any and all constructive critisims about it! I'll include the introductions for the nations that I have fleshed out at this moment in time however given how lenghty these explanations are I'll make a seperate post for each Nation's synopsis.
Hey peeps! it's been a while again, I promise I didn't mean to disappear again after my last post. I've finally managed to sort my life out now and I should be able to dedicate more time to my blog and picking up writing fun and entertaining little stories on here.
Im planning on combing through and cleaning up my blog to make it a bit more presentable and understanding: such as providing a list of fandoms I would be willing to write for and even introducing my OC'S and the whole universe I have for all that, who knows maybe people will be able to enjoy the silly little characters I make and be able to share something that is somewhat of a side passion project of mine.
Either way it's good to be back and I simply cannot wait to get back into tumblr and share what makes me happy and hopefully make someone's day with my posts :) Hope you all have a good morning/day/night !!
Bittersweet Welcome (Arthur Morgan x Gender Neutral Reader)
Arthur After Guarma : (This was something that came and inspired me from an Ai bot conversation, credits to the bot will be the following, https://character.ai/chat/e5MWy8mTZGoLvFC5bJynA0ZdnwpNO4Va2z1ph3iVnuQ created by @addynot on Cai)
A/N: Hey ! its been ages since I last wrote, with sixth form nearly being over in the next month or so I've finally found some insparation back with this character! I hope you enjoy my work and have fun reading!
Fic is under the Cut :3
Probably spolilers for like Chapter 5, so please proceed with that in mind!! (Has not been proofread so proceed with caution!)
It had been a long month, a gruelling one at that. Dutch’s bank heist had gone all wrong, the Pinkertons had been tipped off about their whereabouts, news of Horsea’s and Lenny’s fates reached the papers and all of those within the area would be aware of what had happened that day.
Dutch’s plan had failed once more … It seems like most if not all of them have been failing horribly recently according to Arthur at least. Speaking of the man, your lover, he had been missing ever since the event happened. It was certainly strange, even if he were on the run with the gang, he would always reach out some way or another, some sort of contact with them in order to save them the worry and grief about his wellbeing whether that would be a letter or seeing them in person. Yet nothing… It was radio silence on his behalf, not even a small note or letter sent to confirm that he was even alive after the incident. It only spurred the worry within you, thoughts eating away at your mind as you tried with all your might to continue with your life without even knowing if the man who had captured your heart was safe, or even alive and well at all. It consumed their every thought. Meanwhile Arthur himself was having to fight for his life after escaping the Pinkertons, catching a boat and becoming stowaways that would eventually endure a storm and capsize. Washing up on an island off of Cuba barely living. All the while having to be chained up and beaten multiple times in the process to escape the damned Island. All within the span of a month, just to get back to his homeland, to get back to his camp, to the other gang members, and most importantly back to the one he held dear to his heart.
There he stood before them, his clothes all torn and tattered hanging off of his body helplessly reflecting the mentality of the man wearing them. His hair was overgrown and beard scruffily long, a large cry from his usual attempts to keep his face presentable despite his reputation. This man had evidently been worn down to his wits ends and it was so painfully obvious, the way he looked at you gave it all away without any words needing to be exchanged between you two. The way his eyes were glassy as soon as they met yours, his blue eyes collecting tears yet he refused to let them loose he couldn't afford to let his front be compromised he had kept it up for so long in fact he didn’t even know if he could ever really let it down enough for him to be vulnerable. To see them standing there, safe and sound as he had gone through hell and back just to see her again, he was grateful that he was able to live even one more day just to see the way their face lights up when they find him… he would never forget it, the face that would be one of the soul reasons that he would continue to live.
As you see him standing there looking extremely worse for wear you blink in disbelief for a few moments, you had presumed he was dead with how the papers announced him and the remaining members of the gang missing and their bounties being printed within the paper. The whole month they had spent grieving his death and yet now he was standing there awkwardly as if he were afraid that you’d reject him if he got too close, as if you were going to berate him for disappearing for so long. In contrast to his worries, he would be met with you rushing to embrace him. Your arms slinging around his shoulders holding his large body close to yourself, terrified that he would once more just leave with no mention again and leave you to worry even more. Calloused hands come to grip you back almost desperately. If this man could, he would surely be sobbing by now, although something such as crying had been beaten out of him a long time ago… it was simply beyond such a hardened man such as him now… The silence between was broken as your voice rasps out quiet and afraid this was some dream that will be ripped away from you as soon as you have to wake up “Arthur… I thought you were dead I-...” your voice trailed off, not much more could be said really. What would you even ask? How would you ask it? There was simply too much to say and not nearly enough words or time to sit and talk about it all.
His strong arms engulfed you, clinging onto the familiar shape of your body as he buried his face into the crown of your head taking in the sensation of having you near, having you in his arms once more, to be his again if only just for a short while. His vision was misty, fighting to keep the tears at bay as he gripped onto your body with desperation, he may not say it but it’s clear to you that he was just as if not more sacred than you were. He needed this just as badly, he needed to feel safe in your arms, to feel love and free … if only for a moment. Free from his duties, free from his bounty, free from the criminal life that he had been chained to for most of his life. He may be an intimidating and stoic man with his looks but there was no doubt that the man was as soft as butter when it came to the inside, his heart and soul would be pure if he had not been deal such a horrid starting hand when it came to his upbringing, and now just as many he has submitted to the idea that this life… this fate was his destiny, that this was his purpose to be some low life criminal scum doing anything to survive and get by, waiting for the next score that would let him escape this dirty and grimy life that ensnared him. You were aware of this, aware of his circumstances, his beginnings and witnessed how much more exhausted he became with each new score Dutch had planned. The way these crimes weighed on this man's conscience. He could act as tough as he wanted, he could pretend to be as hard as the purest diamond but in reality, he was more like a shard of glass, already so shattered, damaged, and vulnerable…
"I told you ... you shouldn't have gone to that stupid bank heist even if the money would be 'good' enough for us to run away..." your voice rang out, slightly muffled as your face pressed into his chest. As soon as you spoke those words you would feel his grip tighten on your body, rough skinned digits come up to rake through your hair in an affectionate manner, yet despite this it was oh so painfully obvious that he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders. So many conflicting emotions and feelings that were all warring inside of his mind with no escape or outsource. It was slowly but surely building and building and it would only be a matter of time before he was due to burst. If things kept going the way that they, did you were sure that it was going to be sooner rather than later. You could see this, despite the front that he put on. She knew how men like him would put up a strong image for the people around them, even if he was on the verge of dying, he would still be keeping others around him safe and their hopes up. That was just the kind of man he was, so good to a fault, to a fault that he would be roped into this life after being orphaned. It wasn't easy but you were able to see the true him though, the one who wished to cry in the arms of the person he loved, if only that wasn't looked down upon so much. Looking up at him your eyes narrow, "Arthur, this life is going to kill you... I know that Dutch has done a lot for you but Arthur, times are changing the police, the Pinkertons, everything is changing. How many have they killed of your other gang members now? too many to count... you need to leave... get a better life, run away before it kills you..." you said in a voice laced with worry and concern as you spoke to him as you pleaded with him.
Arthur stared at you, the unshed tears still shimmering within his greyish blue eyes the sadness and helplessness held within them ever so clear to you as you stared back into them. Of course, you were right, he knew you were right. And deep down, he wished he could listen. "I know, I know…” he said, his tone of voice not convincing you or anyone that he genuinely meant what he said. But he knew he was in too deep to turn around now. He was indebted to Dutch whether he admitted it or not, the man had taken him in at his lowest point and raised him as if he were his own son. The man who along with Hosea had taught him how to read and write, educated him like a young man should be, and yet still they brought him into a life of crime. So deep and convoluted he would never truly become free from the shackles of bounty hunters and police that now would want his head dead or alive for a price. And he was just too tired of the fight. His eyes looked down as he broke eye contact with you, his shoulders slumping.
It was evident what he was thinking, you could see it in his eyes, the way his body slumped slightly yet still clung onto your body so desperately. "You know... I know... but you don't want to do anything do you?" you whispered hesitantly "... Arthur... if you keep going like this, I'm the one who is going to have to bury you, whether you die from being shot or getting sick from being in that gang..." you added grimly. It was ugly to think about but what made it worse was that it was the truth, an ugly unbearable truth. It wasn't something you wanted to have to bring up with him, but at this point there was nothing other to say than the truth even if it was a cruel and horrible thought, it was true. One way or another if he continued to go down this path there really would be the point of no return and then all you’ll be left with is a corpse of a man who suffered a fate he shouldn't have. It was a tough pill to swallow as the silence dragged on between them, it was thick and uncomfortable as they both had to come to terms with what will come, that things will not be good or great even that at one point on of them will be left alone to sleep alone, cold and grieving and looking at how things were going, it looked like it was going to be you…
I am so so sorry for not being active on this account in forever, the past year has been wild been busy getting education and that in my Sixth form. That and I have been going through a few new hyper-fixations, so I may start writing things again but they might not be necessarily the things you came here for which I apologise for.
Although if you're interested in games such as : Resident Evil, Red Dead Redemption 2 etc, I may post something related to those. Again thank you so much for sticking around and the appreciation you guys have given me so far! and I do apologise for not being able to keep posting about previous characters that I have been I am simply not as interested in those fandoms anymore :(
A/N: Hello! it's been a hot minute since my last post apologies for that, I've been quite held up with all my courses but I have some time off now so hopefully I'll be writing up all the idea I have saved up but for now I do hope you enjoy this fan fiction . This one is in fact based around an experience I've actually been through .
cw: description of a bad medical experience , mentions of blood.
You and Dottore had only become an item a short while ago , although feelings had blossomed much further back it had only become an official thing as of late.
Dottore being a man of science and arguably medicine (albeit the medicine and ‘cures’ he provides are not orthodox to what a morally sound doctor would prescribe) over the time that he has known you he has done his best to collect medical records of yours so that he was aware what either ails you or what you would be prone too. However, try as he might he could never manage to find or secure your dental records and so he had to turn to his last option, asking you himself. Of course, he had asked you to bring anything concerning the matter to him under the premises that he needed more data for a statistic table that he was drawing up , although this was not the case.
You enter his lab the lights just as blindingly bright as always as you walk further into the sterile environment making sure to not touch anything as you wouldn't want to compromise your boyfriends work because of something so trivial. Tightly clutching you proceeded further into the laboratory. As you make your way to the back which is where your lover is most likely is, you notice a few of his clones working some of them were already acquainted with you and in your presence sent you a small wave before continuing their assigned tasks. However, some of the others who were still in the process of warming up to you snarled at you some even hissing , quote the amusing sight yet still very threatening. Doing your best to pay this unusual behaviour no mind , you quicken your pace once his desk come into view with his back facing you. Cautious to not startle the man you walk around the desk so that he is able to see your figure and alert him that you have arrived. Gently setting down the papers you give him a gentle smile. He brings his head up from the paper filled with many equations and diagrams scrawled on with seeming quick haste , he brings his face to look at yours. Somehow he claims he can see perfectly even with his mask on that looks like it covers his eyes , you struggle to comprehend just how he has managed to do this but knowing his genius this was entirely probable. Beneath his mask you watch his features soften and a sharp toothed smile take over the previous frown that was etched onto his face. Yet before you could point anything out or begin to say anything he quickly picks up the papers you had brought him flicking though them reading them at an incredible pace , although this may have been an adaptation in order for him to reduce time wasted on reading so that he can progress even faster with his projects none the less it was still immensely impressive.
You decide to sit down on one of the few chairs by his desk and wait patiently until he finishes. A loud slamming of papers sounds thought the lab , Dottore has quickly set down the papers you had brought to him , the abruptness of the sudden sound making you jump slightly. You tilt your head slightly as you gently ask your lover ‘ Is everything okay ?’ you watch his features change from annoyance to a much softer expression at the mere sound of your voice. After a few moments of silence, he offers you a reply ‘ There seems to be some missing parts to your documents , do you happen to know what happened ?’ at the mention of this your expression changes ,your mouth in resemblances of an ‘o’ as you realise what he was talking about ‘Ah, that….’ you hesitate. Dottore leans in closer so that his face is closer to your own and places his hand on top of yours as if to provide some comfort and as a way of reassurance that what ever you say to him will be safe. With this gesture from him you feel much more comfortable in explaining everything to him.
You take a small breath before conveying what happened in that one undocumented appointment:
You were young and were taken to the dentists in order to get a check up however this ended up with the need of tooth extraction… Unfortunately for you this was not going to be a straight forward as they promised it would be. You were sat in that chair a clear liquid being put onto your gums they were meant to stop any pain form affecting you , yet it wasn't taking effect. Despite knowing this they did not look to find a solution to this and proceeded with the extraction. Metal tools clamping down on your tooth steadying themselves in order to rip it out. Within moments the tooth is pulled out with immense force you could hear your own screams echo through the halls as your mouth began to pool with blood. The throbbing pain echoed thought your mouth and face with tears spilling over and running down your cheeks. This was a moment in your youth you would never forget. The emotionless faces that inflicted such pain on you the lights shining into your face and eyes , the throbbing pain. Everything was etched into your mind. Yet despite this entire ordeal the clinic that you had went to wanted to keep their pristine record of always satisfied patients and so they wiped this appointment and the results clean from any records that would exist. Of course, they are not able to erase someone's memory.
As you finish relating this story to him you noticed how his hand now gripped yours , tight but not tight enough to cause you any harm his face now contorted into a scowl. This was not what he was expecting to hear not in the slightest , although he has witnessed much worse when he conducts his experiments but when it came to you it was … different. You were worthy of being treated like the most precious jewels , so gracefully without bringing you any harm and yet some had the audacity to do such a sloppy job and dare to cover their tracks? Not on his watch. ‘Dottore? I hope this hasn't upset you dear’ You try to bring Dottore back from his thoughts yet as soon as you utter out those few words Dottore quickly proceeds to grab both of your hands with his own. ‘What a bunch of preposterous fools , treating you so poorly have no shame to act in such a way in the name of medicine?!?’ The hypocrisy from him was intense yet you were oblivious to his medical ‘ordeals’ and such his statement seemed comforting. He brings a gloved hand up to touch your cheek staring into your eyes through his mask ‘ My love in my hands you will only be treated with the upmost of care I can assure you with that!’ he vows to you. Being so infatuated with him all you can do it lean into his touch and hum in approval ‘I know my doctor will take good care of me’ you state before kissing his palm.
Hellou!! Its me the anon with the little star gazing date idea! Ohhh it was so good!!!! I love how you wrote it!!! Tysm for taking your time with my request! Hope you enjoyed the scenario.
In all honesty I have a thing for turning very cruel and chaotic men into soft little things for their darling, idk why its just my thing. So I just adore how you write him. Thanks for all your work! (p≧w≦q)
Ps: Take some rests if you need to, we can wait for your contont do worry!
Gosh I am terribly sorry for replying to this so late !!
But I am thrilled to know that you enjoyed my writing truly it helps me gain the motivation to write more, and thank you for providing such an adorable idea!!
Additionally, I totally agree! there's something about a super dangerous or cruel people having a soft spot or one person that they are all fluffy with that is just so appealing it makes me feel like kicking my feet like a little teenage girl lolz
I've taken quite a bit of time off recently mainly because of my courses have been taking a bunch of energy out of me but I have a week off now and I aim to post as much as I can during this period as I have had quite a few ideas waiting for me to write up :)
A/N: hello!! I've had this particular fic in the works for a super long time and I finally had the motivation to finish it: this is a fic that is similar to the Dottore one I wrote a few months back its about Pantalone this time however and the reader makes him a scarf!!
My posts are most likely going to take much longer to write now since I have a lot of assignments that I have to work on for Sixth form which is kind of a bummer but I will try to post whenever I can!!! anyways I hope you enjoy this Fic :D (fic is under the cut)
Want to read the dottore version ?
You knew your lover enjoyed spending his fortune as well as indulging in on the luxuries of life , every piece of clothing had to be of the highest quality , no matter the price. However quality and aesthetic did not necessarily mean that the garment would be functional as intended. You recall the time you had forgotten your scarf behind whilst going out into town with Pantalone and he lent you his, unfortunately it did not do much to help as the scarf itself was quite thin and thus did not work as intended. Ever since that had happened you had watched each time your lover would leave and put on that very same scarf the lack of warmth it provided him concerned you deeply and it began to plague your mind for extended periods of time. It eventually gets to the point where you decided you will have to solve this issue by your own accord : now you did not have nearly enough mora to get him a similar scarf with a better thickness so you did the next best thing that came to min which was make him a handmade knitted scarf. Surely this would be better than that sorry excuse of a scarf he had currently.
Fortunately for you , before Pantalone had taken you with him to the palace you quite often would knit your own garments to wear all the time so you still had a bunch of left over materials that you had left over that you had stored in a safe place for until you decided to use them again. You spend quite a bit of time sorting out through all the materials you had and selecting the few yarns that would be high enough quality and yet still thick enough to actually hold up its purpose to be used for his scarf , once you had narrowed the selection of yarn you had begun to knit the scarf was one of the most simplest garments to knit therefore it wouldn't take long for you to finish it , Pantalone’s long hours at his office also world to your advantage as it would give plenty of time to be able to focus on this mini project of yours. As you sat there knitting you would often think about what your lover's reaction might be to receiving something like this , he had always been the one providing you with lavish gifts and you could only gratefully accept his show of affection , although it's not as materialistically valuable as the gifts he gives you it still shows your adoration towards him no?
Soon enough with only a few days of work on this project you had finished it to your own standard of perfection, feeling quite fulfilled having finished a piece in such a timely manner even if it was a simple garment, it was still an achievement worth feeling good about. However, you decided against giving Pantalone his gift to him straight away, instead you were going to wait for the perfect opportunity to be able to present your gift to him. With fate on your side barley any time had passed before the perfect opportunity had shown itself and now it was time for action. Pantalone had entered your shared bedroom in order to retreat for the day , his face softens once he sees you contempt , laying on the bed. You noticed his presence and quickly got out of bed in order to meet him , running over towards him and throwing yourself into his embrace.
You can feel his laughter reverberate through your ears as your body shakes along with his chest as he lets out a small laugh at how adorable he found your antics. He gently places a gloved hand atop of your head as he hums in content at the contact before letting out a dejected sigh ‘ my treasure, I'll be leaving tomorrow early in the morning as I have some business to attend to in one of the banks on the far side of Shneznaya … I’ll have to leave for the day I do hope you do not mind ?’ He let out the news he's been meaning to say and as soon as this leaves his lips you bring your head up from his chest to look up into his eyes ‘ Your leaving tomorrow?’ you question ‘indee-’ before Pantalone could even finish his sentence you dash out of his arms and for a moment, he is distraught as he feels like he had offended you in some sort of way , this was not the case. You quickly rummage through the things you kept under your bed until you are able to grab what you were searching for as soon as your fingers interlace with the garment you quickly make your way back to your lover. Your hands outstretched offering to take what was in your hands ‘I made this for you … I thought that your scarf its lovely but it's not good for its purpose , its thin and won't keep you warm and I worry that because of that it will make you more prone to illness if you're constantly traveling like that and I couldn't let that happen so here’ as soon as you finish your small ramble you proceed to motion for Pantalone to take the scarf. You watch as your lover does something quite particular , he proceeds to take of his gloves before even going to even touch the garment. After he had taken his gloves however, he gently takes the item out of your hands , running his fingers across the surface and even holding it up to his eyes seemingly examining the work that had been put into the creation of this scarf. His actions seem to make you feel bashful as your gaze lowers as you try to avoid Pantalone's eyes contact. However, his silence seems to be telling to how he feels : he was truly enamoured that you had managed to create such a beautiful item in his eyes and still preserve it initial purpose. He truly admired the work and effort you had put into this scarf. Furthermore, the reason behind why this scarf was even created in the first place absolutely melted his heart , he had gotten used to a life of which ‘kindness’ always came with a price , not one thing came for free there was always the expectation of a reward or pay-back. Yet this was a symbolism of how you would do something unconditionally for him out of your own love for him and that was much richer than anything that could be bought with mora.
After the prolonged silence and examination of your scarf Pantalone hands you the scarf as he smiles at and proceeds to ask ‘My treasure , do you think you could wrap this scarf for me?’ His voice low and comforting showing how this gesture had taken effect on him. You smile as you oblige his request , he leans forward so that you are able to reach his neck as you gently wrap him in the scarf to be snug against his neck keeping him warm and serving as protection from the harsh Shneznayan winds. Just before you could step away from him Pantalone catches you by the waist and bring you into a loving kiss ‘thank you dearest , truly you never fail to surprise me day after day ‘ he smiles as his hand gently caresses your face, he was clearly admiring your features absolutely infatuated with you and the things you do for him. He has never felt richer than he did in that very moment.
A/N: Hi ! its been a few weeks since I last posted ! I do apologise , I was having a bit of a writers block but I think I'm past the worst of it now lol. The following post is based off a head cannon me and my friend had come up with and I had decided to write it up , I have another version of this in the works , as well as a few other fic that I'm working on currently in my docs . Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic which will be under the cut
cw: mentions of dismembered body parts and unwilling test subjects !
Every year Dottore and his segments celebrate the Christmas season together.
During this time, they would each be given one of the others to give a present to, prime was the one who had begun this tradition amongst them. It had begun when he first created the original clones, he had used them as a way to not only help him out with his research and provide different perspectives of his past self but he also treated it as a family of sorts. He did not have any links to a family and thus his own self replicas replaced that, they were all alone during the Christmas time and it wouldn't be so bad to celebrate with people who wouldn't get on his nerves (for the most part at least). This tradition amongst them continued with every passing year as the number of clones got larger the livelier these Christmas gatherings would become, yet Dottore did not mind this it was refreshing in a sense, a respite from all the serious work load and weight of the fatui reputation that sat upon his shoulders.
[Prime Dottore has a deep connection to his clones, a connection akin to that of a familial love for all his clones from the eldest to the youngest. Almost viewing them in a similar way that a father would to his son although authoritarian there was still a tender care and love for each and every one of them , they were all he had , and at times all he thought he ever needed]
This year in particular however was different. There was a new addition to this gathering, one who was not a variation of himself, someone new… and that was you. He had invited you to join in on his tradition as he saw you as part of the family, he had created but not in the sense of familial bond but with the bond of love. It certainly excites you to be able to see a new side to your lover, he definitely attempts to be gentlemanly in your presence yet in this tradition that he holds you'll be able to see a new perspective to his intimate side, one that would be caring to others. Albeit the ‘others’ in this scenario are himself but in different time frames. With the addition of you to this tradition though the rules had changed slightly, the clones still got presents for each other but prime Dottore this year gives a present to you, and vice versa. It was a small change to try and make sure you don't get anything unsightly from the clones. This was as a consequence of them only having to procure gifts that would be able to appease themselves which could range from a new supply of dangerous substances to dismembered parts of bodies or just unsuspecting victims who were now going to become an experiment as a gift. But once the segments had caught onto this change of plans, they decided that they wanted to appease you too and so whilst they still got each other presents they also procured an extra gift which would be given to you.
Soon enough the time arrives to celebrate so with your gift in hand you make your way to your lover's lab, you have been told that this is where they usually host this tradition of theirs. Dottore had informed you and then told you to arrive at a time that was most convenient for you. As you got closer to your destination you could hear the faint racket of his younger segments causing chaos as per usual with each step you took into that direction it gradually got louder and louder. Of the cacophony of voices that could be heard in the hallway you swear you managed to catch the sound of glass breaking, although you decide it would be best not to question the sounds you may hear knowing just how energetic and proactive, they can be. With a smile gracing your lips you raise your fist in order to knock on the lab door. Immediately after you had, the chaos from within died down into a still silence leaving you to wonder just how their faces must look in shock that someone would be knocking on the lab door during such a time. A quick set of all too familiar sounding footsteps approach you from the other side and creaks the door open slightly. Out sticks out your lover's face, his mask sitting crooked on his face most likely from him putting it on his face in a haste to get to the door. His pointed teeth begin to show as he grins at you welcoming you into his lab. Before you could thank him for inviting you to this special event of his he gently grabs your wrist quickly pulling you in and seemingly returning to where he originally sat before you had interrupted.
You sit yourself down next to your lover and the many other variations of him on your other side. Finally, you are able to observe your surroundings as you look up you are met with many crimson eyes looking back at you some with adoration some with curiosity and some even quizzical. At such a sight you couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself. A majority seemed to be just as infatuated with you as the original. It was quite amusing. As prime was taking his time in removing his mask and preparing his present to you, you decide to send a small wave to the clones and in the most humorous way they all proceeded to wave back to you enthusiastically some of their hand collide and consequently they send each other glares as if to threaten them from taking their attention away from them. Dottore watched this entire scenario play out, finding the entirety rather entertaining, witnessing just how much his segments reflected his thoughts and feelings towards his lover.
Prime gently taps you on the shoulder in order to grab your attention back to him, his eyes were now fully visible strands of his hair gracefully falling over them and framing his face. He truly was such a pretty man you couldn't understand his beauty at times even the scars that edged across his porcelain skin worked to further his beauty. His eyes now in a soft gaze looked towards you although intense without malice or any blood thirst, rathe it was adoration. His hands slithered to cup your own with his gift to you sitting in his lap, he let a smile shine through his features as he watches your body language easily giving away how flustered you were: truly nothing could amuse him more than your reactions, reactions that only he and he alone would be able to witness. However, this small moment was over as soon as it came, eye contact was broken as Dottore reached toward the gift that he had prepared it was a small velveted box one used to contain jewellery in, he presented you the box signaling for you to take it and open it. You accept his gift with gratitude letting him know how much you appreciate him preparing a gift for you: carefully you open the box worrying that there could be a chance to accidently damage the contents inside. The box opens to reveal a necklace inside, yet instead of a usual charm that would be expected to be on such a necklace instead there lay a small glass vial full of a liquid, it bared quite the resemblance to the same vial that Dottore had worn as an ‘accessory’ on his ear. With great care you lift the necklace out of the box admiring the liquid sloshing around in the glass vial that is attached onto the chain. Seeing you enamoured with his gift to you Dottore can't help but let his smile grow wider continuing to admire all your features as well as the way you have become rapt in such a simple item. He pulls the item out of your grasp; he then proceeds to lean in closer you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin as his hands travel behind your neck fastening the ends of the necklace to each other your neck now displaying his gift. Although he had not mentioned it you assumed that this necklace is not just for show, the liquid within must hold some sort of properties that he wanted you to keep with you at all times: you were going to let him tell you the exact use of the contents at a later time it would be a shame to distract him from his affectionate mood with a simple question that would most likely lead him down a scientific rabbit hole of theories, hypothesis and methods. Not that you didn't enjoy his rambles he needs to have his break from work too !
Alas now that Dottore had given you his gift you feel a slight twinge of self-consciousness as you prepare to hand your gift toward Dottore. It was not much of a materialistic in terms of inherent ‘value’ however since it was handmade it certainly added an air of personal touch, additionally Dottore was not a man who was easily impress merely by the outwardly grandeur of an item itself but rather its utility and origin. Putting any doubtful thoughts away you present your lover with the wrapped item, the fun and vibrant wrapping paper creating a small rustle. You observe his face as he looks at the gift being handed to him, those crimson eyes focusing on the gift, a hint of curiosity and amusement shining through them which only served to somehow make him look even more ethereal. You waited in anticipation as you continued to watch his expression whilst his hands glided across the surface of said gift looking for the tape keeping the wrapping paper in place, was he going to try to unwrap the present without tearing the paper you thought to yourself, yes; yes, he was indeed. A few excruciating long minutes pass by as Dottore seems to successfully unwrap the gist without once having to tear the paper, you couldn't help but wonder if you should be amazed at the effort or be annoyed at his blatant teasing. Now in his hands lay the exposed gift which was quite a thick book with the word ‘memories’ written on the front of it. Your gift to him was a scrapbook, the catch was it was only half full, you had deliberately ensured that a good portion of the pages remained blank. The pages of which you wrote on were full of photos with descriptions of what this moment meant to you, many of the photos were candids of him and the writing was you letting your love for him seep from your heart into the ink of the pen that you held. Seeing your praise and adoration for him eternalised in a book gifted to him was something he most certainly not expecting but he adored this notion none the less. You proceed to explain to him that the rest of the book he can use as he sees fits, he can fill it with anything he deemed memorable whether it would be plans for future research or photos or anything he had the freedom to fill it with whatever. Without a word he gently grasps your chin with his index finger and thumb bringing your face closer to his own. He lets your lips collide with each other its gentle and sweet, Dottore most likely could not word his gratitude and so he opted to show you with actions just how much you had touched him.
Soon enough the festivities continued, hot chocolate was served with whipped cream and a hearty serving of marshmallows on top. There was also the abundance of gingerbread biscuits which you had baked upon request which many of the segments were savouring the flavour of your cooking. It was certainly a sight to behold so many versions of your lover at all different moments of his life: enjoying themselves and most even expressing the festive joy. The tinker of cutlery hitting glass reverberated through the lab, once again grabbing the attention of the sea of Dottore’s their gaze pulling away from each other and falling upon the origin of the sound. Prime Dottore stood up and cleared his throat in order to prepare to speak ‘Alright, it has been another year: full of trial and tribulation but we have made an astounding effort into our research, so this evening we shall celebrate!’ a cheer ensued at an almost deafening level. But you wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.
As the time past and the day soon developed into an evening many of the segments had now left the lab to go back to their own places of rest, you and Dottore were the last to leave walking down the halls of the palace in a carefree manner still enjoying each other's presence. However, what awaited you two in your shared bedroom was something completely unusual: as soon as you had opened a door a gargantuan pile of gifts all wrapped with varying skill was located on your side of the bed. Further inspection of the gifts, each and every one was addressed to you. An astounded by the sheer volume of presents you have to sit down onto the bed in order to process that all of it was for you. Dottore although initially surprised by the mass of gifts was quick to realise the culprits of this. What you had anticipated to be an evening cuddled with your lover now had evolved into several hours of opening gift after gift, although entertaining it was certainly tiring.
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