"Aren't you going to write a wish in your lantern, Zandik?" It was your enthusiastic voice that brought the Harbinger back to the present moment. Instead of tending to his research in his lab as usual, Dottore was accompanied by you on a vacation to Liyue - specifically, to attend the yearly Lantern Rite. Naturally, it was you who had begged him relentlessly to take you to the foreign land. And well, could he really be so cruel as to deny his lover's wish?
Regardless, Liyue's sky was already lit up with countless glowing lanterns, and you were eager to release yours with your dear partner. And although Dottore may not really care about such things, he had enough love for you in his heart to go along with your desires.
"And what will you write in yours?" The scholar questioned. You hummed before busily scribbling it down.
"I wish to add more photos of new sights to my album. I wish to attend another festival next year with my husband. I wish my husband would take better care of himself. I wish to learn lots of new interesting things. I wish for the next volume of My Doctor Can't Be This Cute! to release. I wish to be with my husband forever."
"I thought it was a wish, not wishes. Aren't you being a bit greedy, darling?" Dottore let out an amused chuckle at your paragraph of wishes.
"Well, who knows the next time I'll be here! And besides, that's not even half of what I want to write. Now come, hurry and write yours!" At your nudging, Dottore gave in and wrote something down. Together, you two released the lanterns simultaneously as you clapped your hands in delight.
"What did you write in yours?" Dottore's hand settled at the top of your head, stroking it in thought. In truth, he does not wish for things. He makes things happen from his own actions. I will save you.
"That is... a secret, my dear."
"I had a feeling you would say that," you pouted, although you quickly got over it and began to plan ahead. "Well, before we go back, I've got to buy a few more lanterns to bring back home!"
"And for what reason? Last time I checked, Snezhnaya is not exactly an ideal place for lanterns to rise."
"I promised Zandy I'd bring some back for him! And I also want to hang some in my room! I'll have time to decorate them properly when we're back at the lab! Hmm... maybe I should look for some toys, too..." You looked so bright and happy, he didn't even care how much you'd spend. He really must make more time for these sorts of things...
"There's still plenty of time to ponder. Now, may I suggest retreating into the mountains? I believe the view from there will be quite appealing for you."
flins and al haitham will be a couple days before i publish them, still have to edit nd finish al haithams. currently midterms szn so plz bare w me yall 🥹🥹
testing the limits ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ a valentines special
genshin men in different s*x tropes || part one
ᡣ—𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅— neuvilette, dottore, zhongli
note !! MAJORITY of it was written gender neutral, except for dottore (afab!reader for his parts) , NSFW, m!receiving (zhongli), f!ngering (dottore), different plots for each character some are placed in genshin universe some are not! enjoy!
it was a simple contractual obligation. stay married for a year until you can make yourself powerful and known within noble society. meanwhile neuvilette could get all the forceful mothers and constant begging of other nobles off his trail, plus the divorce would make him undeemable in society. who would ever want a divorced man?
It was a simple marriage. straightforward goals for you both. you to place revenge on those who have deemed you wrong, all while he offers aid and assistance as a grand duke.
it was supposed to be a simple marriage, so why does he feel himself wanting more after your one and only kiss since your wedding?
it was supposed to be a contractual marriage, no love, no strings attached. so why do you see him in your dreams, embracing you in your chambers while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear until your waking up in sweat and soaked undergarments?
"forgive me for my insolence..." is what neuvilette mutters under his breath, patience wearing thin all while his hunger grows ever more. next thing you knew, the hand that once tugged him back from leaving your room is now being pulled in his direction. soft lips crashing against yours full of despair, consumed in the ardor he had impatiently held from within.
large hands encasing your waist, while his foot forces the door shut. he's consuming your very being, its feverent far from the softness and gentleness your servants squeal to you about. there's passion rather than the caution he had placed from your wedding day, it's like he was trying to remember every motion for it may fleet away once more.
"mmh- my lord-" your hands weak from sudden discourse finally pushes him away. breathless you're cut off,
"neuvilette." you look up at him in confusion. quesitoning him from what he had just told you.
"I-" his eyes furrow, face inching closer as a warning.
"n..neuvilette... I've never done this before.."
"it's alright darling, we'll go slow..."
...
"mm-! neuvilette! s'too fast!" his face is deep in your neck, nibbling against your skin placing another love bite. you've failed to count how many times his lips covered your body, failed to count how many hours have passed in the night.
it's restless, no sense of patience placed in his thrusts. the pain long gone and instead your drowning in pleasure, but the absolute pace your husband was going at was overstimulating you to the brim. he's chasing another high, you still shaking from your previous orgasm, yet you're about to feel yourself release once more.
"i''ve been dreading for this moment. hah- dreaming of you every godforsaken night- heavens... of you beneath me just like this..." he's groaning as his pace only increaes, you're clawing against his back mewling at him all while you tighten against him. it has him cursing the heavens, cursing the gods for having him wait so long to embrace you.
"you're close darling? hmm?" a kiss is placed on your cheek, urging you for one more high. his hand holding your face as he places his forehead against your own.
"you can do it.. just one more time..." he's kissing you with so much impatience, hips languidly moving against you, addicted to the very feeling you were giving him right this very moment. his thrusts fasten, signalling he was about to release one more time, you're holding him so tightly afraid he may run away.
but neuvillette was far from running away. no, he was gonna keep spending this very moment, remembering every place of your body. every blemish and curve, you were an art piece. his one and only.
and he was never planning to divorce you from the very start.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ dottore || exes and messes
it's wrong. you know how defile he is. how much he mistreats you, how many lies and facades he's put up in front of you within the duraiton of your relationship.
kept you hidden in the dark from his secrets, his chaos and his insane thirst for knowledge. you couldn't believe him nor yourself for how clueless you were to his experimentations, his mania for information.
how you turned your back to his unfufilled promises of showing up, to the fake pleasantries that he'd be there on your most important achievements at the akedemiya. it's been years since your graduation, years since you finally put your foot down. so why are you here face to face with a sudden dread to cling onto him once more..?
why is it that you feel your heart flutter at more of the lies hes whispering behind your back as his hands trace you from the waist down, sending shivers down your spine.
the doctor having caught wind of you showing up within snezhnaya, he knew he had to get a hold of you one way or another. it was deplorable, how someone so dignified as him is sprawling his hands to take back the person who he believed did him wrong. all he believed that this chase collecting data would benefit you soon enough, as it did him. it just seems you never agreed to his terms.
"you say you hate me. how much you despise me. so why are you here at the doorstep of my labratory way past midnight..? hm? care to explain yourself dearest?" his gloved hands were crossed behind his back, his unique mask placed at the nearby lab bench. those fiery red eyes bore into you for the first time in years as he leaned down at your unreadable stature.
"you don't get to call me that.." is all you could really say in response, because even now you're now questioning as to why your feet have dragged you here.
"really? yet here you are surrendering to my touch. blushing every time your eyes meet mine. you haven't changed at all y/n." now one hand held you by the chin, forcing you to look back up at him. and there you both stood there, looking deep within each others eyes... long enough that you soon both crashed into one another.
next thing you knew you were being pushed against the metal counter while his cold lips melted into yours. the sound of glass viles shattering, the sound of papers fluttering as dottore was pushing everything out of his way from hindering you both. he's lifting you with so much ease, moving in ways like he's done this with you countless of times, when this is the first time in his life he's touching you so indecently.
large, scarred hands encase your face, gloves long gone just so he could feel the very warmth you emanated. he's longed for this, he's never felt so warm in his life, the chills of snezhnayas night now disippating. it's like he cannot get enough of you, he's high off the feeling of just feeling you against his lips.
"I need you zandik..." you moan, hands sprawling to rips off his annoying lab coat and the other layers of his clothes. meanwhile one hand is now trailing down your body feeling you all over.
"hah... really now? I thought you hated me dearest?" he teases, hand now pushing aside your panties feeling the pool of slick that has formed between your legs. your body never fails to deny him and it has him swelling in pride.
he doesn't waste time in pushing in two of his fingers, curling them within you letting you fall in ecstasy. you're consumed in lust and desperation for him and he's giving it all to you on a silver platter. his motions fasten before they stop, edging you from release.
"ah.. zandik please..."
"please what darling? you need to use your words" lips nibbling onto your neck as his fingers are sinking deeper into you. it's insane. this feeling is insane. he's insane.
"more.. i need more..." clawing into his shoulders, his pace increasing by the driven desire to see you absolutely fall by his hand. the sound of your slick along with your breathless mewls for release is like music to his ears.
his thumb presses against your most sensitive part, and your eyes are widening at the sudden surge of pleasure. hes moving in ways as if hes studying your very being in the midst of your high. you're tearing up at how insanely good it feels. it shouldn't feel this good, but here you are pulling him, begging him for more.
you were loving every breath shared with him, and he had no plans of letting you leave him ever again.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ zhongli || his sweet secretary
zhongli is a boss with strict professionalism. he sticks to the rules, and expresses great mannerisms no matter how difficult a potential business partner or employee might be.
an employee is acting out of line? talking back? he'll simply respond calmly all while having you write up a letter of letting go that very employee. its his "nice" way of firing someone so distasteful.
his demeanor is welcoming yet also one with unspoken boundaries that should never be crossed, at least that's what it always seemed. he's always so gentle when speaking with you, whenever he was off to a meeting—seeing you in the specially built in the office he had just for you. his ever so special secretary—he spares glances your way with a smile that had your coworkers swooning, but one you responded with respect.
but under those gentle responses to his kind gestures was one where you wished you were the one by his side every night. guiltily you've touched yourself at the thought of zhongli dominating you as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. you yearned for him to hold you, wanted him to-
"y/n? did you order the perfume sets to give to our client?" you were currently in his office, laptop on the side of his desk as you sat across from him. he had welcomed you in to eat a lunch with him while you finalized the contracts with the new partners he had recently made business with. yet instead of typing down the requirements and agreements, you were dazing off at thought of zhongli instead.
"oh! uhm yes yes... sorry sir..." you turn pink as you're brought back to reality, hastily typing away the contract. however zhongli places a hand a top yours, stopping you from typing any further.
"if you are tired and need a break, feel free to y/n. there is no need to rush, I do not want my secretary to fall ill now.." he looks at you softly, as if there was 0 desire behind those very eyes. however zhonglis versions of taking a break, turned out to be a bit more twisted.
really, he had 0 intentions to do this at first, especially within his office at this very moment. yet the way you looked so ravishing, so alluring, you were like a treasure he couldn't refuse. Just quietly munching at the sandwich he brought for you to share, full of the ingredients he remembered you liked most. he was cracking beneath his facade.
"could you come closer here y/n?" you nodded, getting up and circling around his desk until you were in front of him. there he rose up before looking deeply into you.
"sir..?"
"may I?" is all he asks and you quietly nod.
it's been an hour since then and now your on your knees beneath him, his white tie loose, pants and belt unbuckled. his length is held within your hands, lips teasing his blushed tip.
you're taking him in so well, his one hand is gripping tightly against your hair guiding your mouth along his cock. the other brushing his hair back so he could relish the view in front of him.
its curved a slight and covered in your messy, half assed efforts of sucking his sheer length. your lips are puffy, eyes welling up from his forceful efforts as he chases for a release. he's pushing your head down, letting you take all of him in.
"oh archons.. you're taking me so well..." he's groaning, your motions are getting messier and needier. the lewd sounds of you sucking him off is echoing within his office. the vibrations of your moans is throwing him into a fucking world of disarray, and it isn't long till he's releasing all over you.
you're gripping against his thighs, feeling his cock pulsate in your mouth as you finally break free from his hold. his cum and your saliva string along from your mouth, those golden eyes look down at you with absolute desire at the sight.
"come here sweetheart", he pulls you up wiping your face with a nearby napkin. you on his lap, feeling him growing hard again at the feeling of your ass against him.
ive just begun writing flins' mini fic, hopefully ill finish his and alhaithams today !! since im working pretty fast here i MIGHTTTTT do a 3rd section !! still a maybe tho, dont want false promises 😭💔
ill post section one some time this week, just letting the intro post marinate a lil more ^-^
ᡣ—𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ testing the limits ,
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testing the limits ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ a valentines special
genshin men as different s*x tropes
TITLES REVEAL + mini masterlist !! ᡣ—𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
this mini series will be split into 2 sections !
!!!! some are placed in genshin universe, some in an alternate universe dependent on the trope! I tried to make most of them as gender neutral as I could (dw its still smutty lol), however just an fyi flins and dottore are written with an afab!reader :) !!!!
might add more if time permits me so ! I already have these written out though so this is what I have as of now :)
[LINKS WILL BE ADDED ONCE POSTED!]
FYI !!! these are short fics on each trope, each averaging between 550-700 words PER character :)
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𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ neuvillette || a simple marriage
marriage of convenience, you're in a contractual marriage with the grand duke, neuvillette. it was supposed to be a simple marriage, after a year you would divorce, no strings attached. All was well until he finally loses his patience.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ dottore || exes and messes
exes to lovers, leaving him during his time in sumeru, he finds you again as the doctor. you were tired of his insanity for knowledge and experiments... or were you really? (not implied, but since dottore old asf in genshin lore just think of reader as sum powerful nonhuman being)
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ zhongli || his sweet secretary
boss x secretary, your unbreakable boss, to everyone he was the most infamous gentleman one has ever seen. he maintains professionalism and is extremely respectful, but what if one told you this was all a facade? hiding the true desires he held deeply within.
♡ ——— PART ONE ~`° [POSTED]
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ flins || a hint of aphrodisiac!
classic aphrodisiac trope, you were out with flins fulfilling a request on behalf of nefer. of course with flins' caring behavior he offered to aid you, but what does this ever so sweet fae do when you're suddenly gassed with an aphrodisiac?
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ al haitham || tutor after hours
college tutor!al haitham x rich college student!reader, you were struggling with your lectures. especially with the subject you had most disdain for, and your parents have entrusted a tutor to help you out. he's annoying, brooding, and cold, but one night things shift.
update; yall I'm more than halfway thru omg, im ao dedicated to finishing this for yallz. I've finished neuvs, dottores, and zhonglis! still have flins and al haitham to go 😝😝
I've currently got sumn genshin men related (neuvi, flins, al haitham, zhongli, and dottore) it's gonna be quite long I'm not sure if I'll break it into two or not. but plz bare with me I WILL have this published 😛🙏🙏
dottore as your lover headcannons || dottore x gen!reader
this is slightly long, slightly suggestive near the end (needy dottore), possesive tendencies
a/n : back with my favourite writing format, and a new theme ! after doing that archon quest and rewatching his cut scenes in nod krai and sumeru, I've finally written on dottore :')
masterlist
♡ his love language
quality time: dottore is not too keen on any sort of love language other than quality of time. he's too busy every day performing new experiments, conducting new hypotheses, and writing up numerous lab reports. he's never grown in a world of love and affection, so his perspective of warmth is much more distorted, and he has no plans of changing his ways if it's straying from perfection.
so his only way of showing his love is through quality time, however majority of that time is you having to make your way to him to make up for that. don't get him wrong, as much as he prioritizes his experiments, countless of exceptions are in place for you.
every time you're there beside him, or simply in the special corner of his lab where the moonlight shines the brightest, dottore is at much more ease. he's content with you being where his eyes or segments can always keep their watch on you, the next thing dottore would want was someone touching what was his.
dottore admires how much you indulge him, broaden his curiosity and ask unique questions that drive him to work harder in every experiment. whenever you're beside him, working with him, assisting him, expanding his research... his heart swells in pride. every time you push a button of newfound data, those moments are when his heart beats the fastest. the way you find new paths he never bothered for, or whenever you showed results that defied his expectations. it always results in the rare smile he has in place only for you, making your heart gleam.
"you're proving yourself ever so useful aren't you dear?"
◇ terms of endearment
what he calls you: y/n, dear, darling (only when he's in a good mood)
what you call him: dottore, 'tore, dearest, zandik (in private areas he permits you), doctor (when you wanna provoke him)
you have to bare patient with dottore. no matter how long you've known him, and the span of time you two have shared with one another. dottore shows his feelings in distorted ways. they're glitched, and he can only ever treat these profound emotions as unknown data within his agenda.
it was late. way too late, specially for you. the moon was dawning through the glass roof that seemed to crystallized upon the lab where only you stood. dottore was gone, off to conduct new hypothesis in a much... larger aspect. he never goes into depth of his more cruel experiments, but he leaves it open for you to pique interest. he's never one to withhold curiosity.
you had seen his recent drawings he left aside at your bedside table, sketches of vishaps with modifications from his recent discoveries. you very much could guess that he was bringing his sketches to life till late.
meanwhile at this chilly cold night, you were simply tinkering with sakura petals dottore had brought for you from inazuma. following his quick trip from the delusion factory, you had asked him to bring you sakura blooms after reading the legends behind them in inazuman culture. so you thought you could do light tinkering, nothing special.
but light tinkering has resulted in you awake way past your usual hours, however your dear doctor was absent from his usual schedule of urging you to bed. not until the sound of the metal door opening, and the sound of boots clacking right your way that you knew you've been found.
"it is far too late, just what have you been up to?"
"playing around with the sakura blooms you got me.." you looked up at him with a small smile before focusing back down to your lab bench. but you're stopped by a gloved hand taking your tools away, while another holds your chin forcing you to look up at him.
"you should be in bed."
"so should you doctor," a light giggle leaves your lips, you're already sitting up surrendering to your lover as your grab onto the hand that was on your face.
"you were away in your experimental lab for far too long as well... i saw your sketches y'know? beautiful, but you're being neglectful 'tore" he simply watches you, how you smile as you speak of him. watches how you slip the leather glove and slowly knead his palm, as you reprimand him.
"you tell me to be in bed, but here you are with tense muscles on your hands. you were writing non stop weren't you?" he doesn't show it, nor will he admit to being caught. but within his mind he's a bit apalled at how you could read into him so easily sometimes. he absolutely disdains being seen weak or unworthy, to him it's offense to his work. yet here you were, an exception. it just felt too normal to be at ease with.
"stop uttering nonsense, it's time to retire for the night. if you're so driven for knowledge, then we can continue tomorrow, you will not conquer anything by losing sleep." to others this may seem he's picking an argument with you, but this is simply how he shows his "methods" of caring. despite how stern his voice is, there's slight softness to his tone. more so, he's already forgotten about the glove that you had shoved into your pocket, his bare hand gently pulling you in front of him as you both exit out into the hall.
as you both exit, that same bare hand is being offered in front of you to link your arm around his own and hold. a gesture you happily obliged, as you link your arm around his you clasp your hand around his. his cold skin growing warm at your touch.
"you are doing something quite silly at night."
"im simply holding your hand, you rarely hold my hand when we're in public"
"i never thought of it as something you wanted to do dear, you simply never ask for such childish actions."
"I'll let go if you'd like."
"...you wouldn't even if I asked, it is unnecessary."
he's jealous under a facade. he never admits to the absolute irk he gets when you're in the presence of another. more specifically he finds it completely distasteful when he sees tartaglia or pantalone within your bubble.
"just what was pantalone telling you that had him wasting your time?" he decided to find you after you're expected arrival seemed to dwindle longer for his patience. only then did he see pantalone ripping your ear off with a grin that made his brain twitch, all while you smiled up at him with acceptance back.
"he was telling me about some new information regarding your deals with him, and wanted me to pass it on to you- oh! he was also offering a greenhouse he recently bought, thought it would aid in my floral research"
now dottore was vexed. he's walking over even closer to you, his steps a bit more bolder than usual.
"whatever pantalone offers you, I can offer you better... and you know that well dear", the proximity between you both has closed where you're mere inches apart. masked face looking down at you, as his thumb brushes against your lips. hes observing you. studying you. reminding you.
"...you are mine, and my responsibility alone. whatever happens with you is under my hand, you don't require outside variables to ail you."
"no need to be upset 'tore, he was only acting as he always was."
"yet his actions are always of inconvenience, trying to take what isn't his for himself. a greedy fool..."
"now you're mad."
"i am simply in discontent with the situation. we were supposed to have our outing an hour ago, i told you he's of inconvenience."
he's already walking off, you catching up to him with a quiet giggle at his behavior.
"i simply put her in place, she was being quite dreadful in the lab and was conducting zero aid when needed. disobedience results in lackluster results."
however in truth this was dottore masking the true specifics of a particular fatui member who had begun acting disrespectful in your presence. it wasn't clear to you at first, the slight condescending behaviour expressed towards you, or the misplacements of lab materials you were supposed to return to him in order to stain your name.
but dottore is always watching what happening behind your back. keeps record of who you were with, and how you're treated in his absence. he's in your shadow, blocking the daggers that are constantly being thrown at you from behind as the 2nd's closest.
he had already known of this fatui agents true intentions 3 days into their appearance at his station. but of course, observed just how far she was willing to go, an experimental test in real time.
but that wouldn't last long, as once he caught wind of her talking complete utter disrespectful blasphemy about you. right in front of him. and well...it might've ticked him just a bit. just a little bit..
"their absence and your recent behavior seem to tell me otherwise doctor."
"i was enacting my authority of a harbinger, and maintaining order as a servant to the tsaritsa. plus you know I've been testing organisms from nod krai, and they've proven themselves quite useful. you cannot ail me for my content on such results dear."
you hum at his remark suspiciously, already walking toward him to his corner desk within your large bedroom. you were dawning a long furry robe that dragged against the floor, almost as if you were encased in snow. yet you were far from feeling any chill, but rather quite warm from the fiery flames of your bedroom fireplace.
he's leaning against the desk, placing his papers down as he takes in your presence. you're now in front of him, in between his legs as he now towers in front of you. in his eyes you looked like a small snow fox beneath him, the image quite endearing.
"i wont ail you any further if you continue your research here."
"...fine, I'll permit it this once, but I'll still be finishing my lab reports. i still have much to do."
"no worries I'll just sit beside you as you share your new foundings from nod krai, i read your research on kuuvhaki and it's quite interesting.."
softly, you grab his mask with both hands slowly. he's bending down allowing you to take it off more easily, but also him consenting to your unspoken question of exposed vulnerability. the mask is found now sitting a top the papers he's placed down, and those rubies now stare at you with little moral soul found within them.
yet even so, you've always found dottore beautiful. his eyes always amazed you, and had you blanking every time you looked into them. they showed determination and madness of the thrill he'd get from newfound knowledge. his eyes complimented him so well, they told stories dottore himself would never tell.
"...may i conduct one experiment?"
"and what might that be darling?"
tiptoeing just a bit, hands clinging to his clothing, you kiss him.
he welcomes your gesture with ease, relishing in the vehemence it gives him. his lips are soft, melting into your own. you can feel the slight smirk as he's pushing down closer to you, clearly missing this type of experimental test dreadfully. he's kissing you back in ways as if he's scowering for data he's desperately driven to recieve. it's eager, it's questioning, it distorts his mind in ways he cannot describe.
you pull away, breathless. him? he's smiling down at you like he's been given the best results of his life.
"zandik.. you're looking at me like you're about to dissect me."
he laughs at your comment, pulling you closer..
"i need to collect more data, if you'll excuse me..."
his mask is long forgotten, those rubies burning in the passion of your fueling love and curiosity for him.
comments + reblogs are appreciated!!! ty for reading ♡
dottore as your lover headcannons || dottore x gen!reader
this is slightly long, slightly suggestive near the end (needy dottore), possesive tendencies
a/n : back with my favourite writing format, and a new theme ! after doing that archon quest and rewatching his cut scenes in nod krai and sumeru, I've finally written on dottore :')
masterlist — current valentines mini series!
♡ his love language
quality time: dottore is not too keen on any sort of love language other than quality of time. he's too busy every day performing new experiments, conducting new hypotheses, and writing up numerous lab reports. he's never grown in a world of love and affection, so his perspective of warmth is much more distorted, and he has no plans of changing his ways if it's straying from perfection.
so his only way of showing his love is through quality time, however majority of that time is you having to make your way to him to make up for that. don't get him wrong, as much as he prioritizes his experiments, countless of exceptions are in place for you.
every time you're there beside him, or simply in the special corner of his lab where the moonlight shines the brightest, dottore is at much more ease. he's content with you being where his eyes or segments can always keep their watch on you, the next thing dottore would want was someone touching what was his.
dottore admires how much you indulge him, broaden his curiosity and ask unique questions that drive him to work harder in every experiment. whenever you're beside him, working with him, assisting him, expanding his research... his heart swells in pride. every time you push a button of newfound data, those moments are when his heart beats the fastest. the way you find new paths he never bothered for, or whenever you showed results that defied his expectations. it always results in the rare smile he has in place only for you, making your heart gleam.
"you're proving yourself ever so useful aren't you dear?"
◇ terms of endearment
what he calls you: y/n, dear, darling (only when he's in a good mood)
what you call him: dottore, 'tore, dearest, zandik (in private areas he permits you), doctor (when you wanna provoke him)
you have to bare patient with dottore. no matter how long you've known him, and the span of time you two have shared with one another. dottore shows his feelings in distorted ways. they're glitched, and he can only ever treat these profound emotions as unknown data within his agenda.
it was late. way too late, specially for you. the moon was dawning through the glass roof that seemed to crystallized upon the lab where only you stood. dottore was gone, off to conduct new hypothesis in a much... larger aspect. he never goes into depth of his more cruel experiments, but he leaves it open for you to pique interest. he's never one to withhold curiosity.
you had seen his recent drawings he left aside at your bedside table, sketches of vishaps with modifications from his recent discoveries. you very much could guess that he was bringing his sketches to life till late.
meanwhile at this chilly cold night, you were simply tinkering with sakura petals dottore had brought for you from inazuma. following his quick trip from the delusion factory, you had asked him to bring you sakura blooms after reading the legends behind them in inazuman culture. so you thought you could do light tinkering, nothing special.
but light tinkering has resulted in you awake way past your usual hours, however your dear doctor was absent from his usual schedule of urging you to bed. not until the sound of the metal door opening, and the sound of boots clacking right your way that you knew you've been found.
"it is far too late, just what have you been up to?"
"playing around with the sakura blooms you got me.." you looked up at him with a small smile before focusing back down to your lab bench. but you're stopped by a gloved hand taking your tools away, while another holds your chin forcing you to look up at him.
"you should be in bed."
"so should you doctor," a light giggle leaves your lips, you're already sitting up surrendering to your lover as your grab onto the hand that was on your face.
"you were away in your experimental lab for far too long as well... i saw your sketches y'know? beautiful, but you're being neglectful 'tore" he simply watches you, how you smile as you speak of him. watches how you slip the leather glove and slowly knead his palm, as you reprimand him.
"you tell me to be in bed, but here you are with tense muscles on your hands. you were writing non stop weren't you?" he doesn't show it, nor will he admit to being caught. but within his mind he's a bit apalled at how you could read into him so easily sometimes. he absolutely disdains being seen weak or unworthy, to him it's offense to his work. yet here you were, an exception. it just felt too normal to be at ease with.
"stop uttering nonsense, it's time to retire for the night. if you're so driven for knowledge, then we can continue tomorrow, you will not conquer anything by losing sleep." to others this may seem he's picking an argument with you, but this is simply how he shows his "methods" of caring. despite how stern his voice is, there's slight softness to his tone. more so, he's already forgotten about the glove that you had shoved into your pocket, his bare hand gently pulling you in front of him as you both exit out into the hall.
as you both exit, that same bare hand is being offered in front of you to link your arm around his own and hold. a gesture you happily obliged, as you link your arm around his you clasp your hand around his. his cold skin growing warm at your touch.
"you are doing something quite silly at night."
"im simply holding your hand, you rarely hold my hand when we're in public"
"i never thought of it as something you wanted to do dear, you simply never ask for such childish actions."
"I'll let go if you'd like."
"...you wouldn't even if I asked, it is unnecessary."
he's jealous under a facade. he never admits to the absolute irk he gets when you're in the presence of another. more specifically he finds it completely distasteful when he sees tartaglia or pantalone within your bubble.
"just what was pantalone telling you that had him wasting your time?" he decided to find you after you're expected arrival seemed to dwindle longer for his patience. only then did he see pantalone ripping your ear off with a grin that made his brain twitch, all while you smiled up at him with acceptance back.
"he was telling me about some new information regarding your deals with him, and wanted me to pass it on to you- oh! he was also offering a greenhouse he recently bought, thought it would aid in my floral research"
now dottore was vexed. he's walking over even closer to you, his steps a bit more bolder than usual.
"whatever pantalone offers you, I can offer you better... and you know that well dear", the proximity between you both has closed where you're mere inches apart. masked face looking down at you, as his thumb brushes against your lips. hes observing you. studying you. reminding you.
"...you are mine, and my responsibility alone. whatever happens with you is under my hand, you don't require outside variables to ail you."
"no need to be upset 'tore, he was only acting as he always was."
"yet his actions are always of inconvenience, trying to take what isn't his for himself. a greedy fool..."
"now you're mad."
"i am simply in discontent with the situation. we were supposed to have our outing an hour ago, i told you he's of inconvenience."
he's already walking off, you catching up to him with a quiet giggle at his behavior.
"i simply put her in place, she was being quite dreadful in the lab and was conducting zero aid when needed. disobedience results in lackluster results."
however in truth this was dottore masking the true specifics of a particular fatui member who had begun acting disrespectful in your presence. it wasn't clear to you at first, the slight condescending behaviour expressed towards you, or the misplacements of lab materials you were supposed to return to him in order to stain your name.
but dottore is always watching what happening behind your back. keeps record of who you were with, and how you're treated in his absence. he's in your shadow, blocking the daggers that are constantly being thrown at you from behind as the 2nd's closest.
he had already known of this fatui agents true intentions 3 days into their appearance at his station. but of course, observed just how far she was willing to go, an experimental test in real time.
but that wouldn't last long, as once he caught wind of her talking complete utter disrespectful blasphemy about you. right in front of him. and well...it might've ticked him just a bit. just a little bit..
"their absence and your recent behavior seem to tell me otherwise doctor."
"i was enacting my authority of a harbinger, and maintaining order as a servant to the tsaritsa. plus you know I've been testing organisms from nod krai, and they've proven themselves quite useful. you cannot ail me for my content on such results dear."
you hum at his remark suspiciously, already walking toward him to his corner desk within your large bedroom. you were dawning a long furry robe that dragged against the floor, almost as if you were encased in snow. yet you were far from feeling any chill, but rather quite warm from the fiery flames of your bedroom fireplace.
he's leaning against the desk, placing his papers down as he takes in your presence. you're now in front of him, in between his legs as he now towers in front of you. in his eyes you looked like a small snow fox beneath him, the image quite endearing.
"i wont ail you any further if you continue your research here."
"...fine, I'll permit it this once, but I'll still be finishing my lab reports. i still have much to do."
"no worries I'll just sit beside you as you share your new foundings from nod krai, i read your research on kuuvhaki and it's quite interesting.."
softly, you grab his mask with both hands slowly. he's bending down allowing you to take it off more easily, but also him consenting to your unspoken question of exposed vulnerability. the mask is found now sitting a top the papers he's placed down, and those rubies now stare at you with little moral soul found within them.
yet even so, you've always found dottore beautiful. his eyes always amazed you, and had you blanking every time you looked into them. they showed determination and madness of the thrill he'd get from newfound knowledge. his eyes complimented him so well, they told stories dottore himself would never tell.
"...may i conduct one experiment?"
"and what might that be darling?"
tiptoeing just a bit, hands clinging to his clothing, you kiss him.
he welcomes your gesture with ease, relishing in the vehemence it gives him. his lips are soft, melting into your own. you can feel the slight smirk as he's pushing down closer to you, clearly missing this type of experimental test dreadfully. he's kissing you back in ways as if he's scowering for data he's desperately driven to recieve. it's eager, it's questioning, it distorts his mind in ways he cannot describe.
you pull away, breathless. him? he's smiling down at you like he's been given the best results of his life.
"zandik.. you're looking at me like you're about to dissect me."
he laughs at your comment, pulling you closer..
"i need to collect more data, if you'll excuse me..."
his mask is long forgotten, those rubies burning in the passion of your fueling love and curiosity for him.
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synopsis; request by anon (2): you mistaking one of dottore's segments for him and kissing him
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it’s the gloves that fool you.
the familiar silhouette hunched over a worktable, shoulders angled in concentration, head tilted as though listening to thoughts only he can hear.
you don’t question it.
why would you? this is his lab. his space. and you are used to finding him like this, late into the night, absorbed to the point of forgetting the rest of the world exists.
“you’re still up,” you murmur fondly as you approach from behind. your voice is soft, already warm with the intimacy of habit. “i thought you said you’d be done an hour ago.”
he doesn’t answer.
that, too, is familiar.
you step closer, close enough to feel body heat through fabric, close enough that the scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic settles into your lungs. you reach out, fingers brushing his sleeve, and lean in without thinking, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
it’s meant to be quick. comfortable.
instead, he stiffens.
not the minute, controlled pause dottore makes when surprised. this is immediate, like a startled animal.
you pull back, confused, and meet unfamiliar eyes.
they’re the same colour. the same sharp brilliance. but the expression is wron, —wide, blinking, caught somewhere between astonishment and poorly concealed delight.
“oh,” the segment says.
your stomach drops.
“oh no,” you whisper.
there’s a beat of silence. the lab hums on, uncaring.
“you-” he starts, then stops, lips curling into something that looks dangerously pleased. “you thought i was him.”
“i- yes,” you say quickly, mortified. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize- your back looked the same and the gloves and i just-”
he laughs.
“fascinating,” he says, touching his mouth with gloved fingers as if checking whether the sensation is still there. “so this is what that’s like.”
you take a step back. “i really didn’t mean to-”
“oh, i know,” he interrupts cheerfully. “if you had, it would have been much more intentional.”
that does not help.
before you can formulate a proper apology (or flee entirely), the sound of slow footsteps echoes from the far end of the lab.
you don’t need to turn around to know who it is.
“i leave for less than an hour,” dottore’s voice says coolly, “and return to… this.”
the segment straightens, clearly delighted by the attention. “prime. you’re back early.”
dottore’s gaze slides past him and locks onto you.
“…care to explain,” he says, “why my clone appears to be savouring your lips?”
“i thought he was you,” you blurt out, heat flooding your face. “i swear. i didn’t know. i just- he was standing there and i-”
the segment hums thoughtfully. “it was a closed-mouth kiss. i would rate it-”
“enough,” dottore snaps.
the segment grins wider. “you should be more careful about replication fidelity, prime. apparently i’m convincing.”
dottore doesn’t look at him when he speaks again. “leave.”
“a shame,” the segment sighs, already backing away. “i was enjoying the field research.”
he disappears down the corridor, still smiling.
the silence that follows is unbearable.
you brace yourself, hands twisting together. “i’m really sorry. i would never- if i’d known-”
dottore steps closer.
too close.
he lifts your chin with two fingers, not roughly, but firmly enough that you have no choice but to meet his eyes.
“you kissed him,” he says quietly.
“yes,” you whisper. “by accident.”
his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth.
“…interesting,” he murmurs. “same behaviour. different subject. and yet.”
“and yet?” you ask, heart pounding.
he leans in and kisses you.
this one is not tentative. it’s controlled, claiming, unmistakably his. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
“…the data differs,” dottore concludes. “as expected.”
you exhale shakily. “you’re not… angry?”
“i am displeased,” he corrects. “with the segment.”
his hand settles at your waist. “and mildly reassured.”
“reassured?”
“that even when deceived,” he says, voice low, “you were reaching for me.”
