Look, sorry Childe, but the Scaramouche simping is so ingrained in me that I would recognize Scara no matter what kinda torture mind wipe experiments Dottore puts me through. Scaramouche simping is a subconcious trait, Childe may have saved me but Scara gave me life. Mind wiped, only Scara left. Reached him in the end, all worth it. (in the dottore experiment au)
Just another small drabble. Hope you like it!
They didn't know what to say.
The moment your eyes laid upon Scaramouche, you struggled to get out of Childe's arms, Delusion pulsing in your chest. Whines escaped your throat and you reached out a hand, tears in your eyes.
You knew him.
Despite the emptiness in your memories, you knew him. The discarded, original puppet. The Harbinger that was always so harsh to anyone else.
"Kunikuzushi-"
His real name left your lips and the Balladeer froze, unable to believe his ears. It has been a long time since anyone last spoke the name he was given after his creation, adapting to Scaramouche. He thought it had been forgotten, lost to time. If anyone remembered, it would only be the Guuji and the Raiden Shogun.
But here you were, the creator, memories whipped clean. Except for him, it seemed.
Childe was loathe to let you go. He was supposed to be your safe haven, your happy place, your guard. So then why were you reaching out for someone else, when you were already in his arms?
"Your Grace..."
"Kunikuzushi", you repeated, blank eyes focused on the indigo-haired puppet.
Tears gathered in Childe's eyes and he bent down, arms unwrapping from your frail form. You stumbled as your bare feet touched the cold tiled floor, holding onto the ginger for a second before rushing to the Balladeer.
Your arms were thrown around him and he almost fell, hadn't he prepared himself to catch your weight, so much weaker than he liked. His arms embraced you, holding tight onto your waist as you clung to him.
A happy sigh escaped your lips and you closed your eyes, tension releasing, your face snuggled into the crook of his shoulder.
"Zushi..."
No, the Harbingers and their Archon didn't know what to think.
But they took it as a sign that you weren't completely gone. There was still a chance to heal you.
And Scaramouche? He vowed to never let you go again, to protect you, no matter the cost.
Wait with experiment!god darling imagine how cute it would be when Childe gets back?
Childe and Their God // Dottore's Weapon Part 4
Warnings: implied torture, mental trauma
Thanks for the ask, @messler31! I was actually planning on writing a oneshot that explains the relationship between Childe and Experiment! Darling more, so this is the perfect opportunity for that.
Part 1
Part 1.5
Part 2
Part 3
- Lilith
The connection between (Name) and Childe was established a long time ago, during his months spent in the cold dark of the Abyss. Deep inside the domain lay a temple, gold and obsidian covering every surface but one; a marble statue of the Creator, sitting on a grande throne, their hands held open in invitation. One that the young Snezhnayan took, finding the stone warm to his touch as he curled up in its lap. For the first time since falling into this place, his sleep went undisturbed.
After that first rest spent in the embrace of the Creator, Childe found himself drawn to their temple whenever his search for a wayout was fruitless yet again. No monsters disturbed him there, the hateful beings usually straying far from it. It was a most welcome sight, to see them clawing down the hallway, ready to rip his throat out without being able to do anything as long as he was in that room.
Sometimes, instead of sleeping, Childe would snoop through the various offerings placed at the outer edges of the circular room. Weapons and goblets covered in dust were thrown to the side, soft fabrics appreciated. Although he wondered how know of those things had rusted or been eroded by time, he was quick to dismiss his questions. Everyone knew that the Abyss was a domain in between space and time. Its ability to withstand erosion was to be expected to some extent.
Childe was sure that he'd have lost his mind in there, had it not been for the calm and warmth the statue radiated whenever he was near. He found solace in the marble, even if it never talked to him as he told them of that day's activities and fights.
Time passed and Childe grew closer to the end, the way out of this hell. It was only once he'd gained Foul Legacy that he understood why the monsters never bothered him in that circular room.
The temple of the Creator was a safe haven, the one place even the cold-blooded beasts of the Abyss would come to to pray for them and bring them offerings whenever another unfortunate human had stumbled into their home. He was the first one to ever come as far as that and, seeing that the statue's arms had moved from their previous position on the throne's armrest to an open invitation, they knew that if they were to bother the child there, punishment would come.
Childe's heart warmed at the revelation and he blinked tears out of his eyes. There, right in front of him was the door that would lead him out of this hell. He'd finally be able to go back and see his family, his little siblings again.
...Then why was he hesitating?
He turned around, hoping despite everything that he'd see the Creator's face smiling at him because of his accomplishments. He may have a monster inside of him now, but he had survived. The longing in his chest to see them again one last time was strong and he started to limp his way back into the innermost sanctum of the Abyss where he knew their temple was located. But before he could pass the archway into the hallway, stone closed it up.
Childe stared at the wall, eyes wide and teary, lips wobbling. Did his God not want him to be near them anymore? Has he done something to upset them?
His shoulders shook as he went to exit the Abyss. Quiet sobs escaped his mouth and he pressed a hand on top of it to stiffle any sounds.
A soft breeze encircled him and he froze, the warmth all too familiar.
"You've done well, my child. Do not fret, for I have a present for you"
Childe left with a smile, the knowledge that he'd been graced by his God's voice making him stand up straight in pride. They were satisfied, they had really watched him fight. Deemed him worthy enough of a present!
It took him months to understand what their present was.
Whenever their God watched someone close to him, a buzzing would fill his chest. He'd feel if they were displeased or happy, sad or simply there. He'd been granted a connection that had him this much closer to the Creator as he was sure none of the acolytes were like him. And the occasional whispers in his ears confirmed as much, telling him how noone else was this special to them.
He may not understand what he'd done to earn their God's favor, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
Thus it came as no surprise that his Creator's sudden disappearance years later caught him off-guard. As talk of the imposter spread across Teyvat, he itched to confront them. It was too much of a coincidence for them to appear at the same time as his God to stop coming to this world. Had the imposter killed their God? Or maybe worse, had they taken their place?
Despite the worries gnawing on him, he didn't act on them. His bond told him to be patient, that the truth would be revealed soon enough. Even as the imposter disappeared again, he waited.
Aches and small echoes of pain started to haunt his life. He thought that maybe this was it, Foul Legacy finally deeming him weak and decaying his body faster than ever. Was this his God's plan? To have him by their side after death now that he's served them so well in life?
Just when he was embracing impending doom, ready to hole himself up far away from his family to not hurt them, fates plans seemed to change. The Tsaritsa sent him out alongside the Balladeer, giving him the unique task to retrieve Dottore's latest experiments.
Awe, anger and renowed fervor filled him at the sight of his God lying on the table, covered in cuts and a Delusion imbedded in their chest. He cradled them close, his inner beast howling in pain resonating his own. Their Creator, the one whose love got him through the terrible Abyss, the one who'd graced him with their presence so often ever since.
Getting him away from their Creator was impossible after that. He stayed by their side or outside their room, cradling the thought close that they were finally here...albeit broken and incomplete.
So incomplete that even their memories had escaped them.
Five months after their rescue, (Name) spoke up for the first time. All the things Dottore had done to them came rushing out like a waterfall, their voice hoarse and quiet from a long time of not using it. Hollow eyes focused on the bleak wall, body quivering in visible anguish. They didn't remember a lot, only the most torturous thing they'd been put through. They didn't speak for some time after that again, falling back into the old habit of only listening to orders and staying still otherwise.
That's how Childe realized that the pain he'd felt the months before had come from them and not from the beast waiting inside of his heart. He was inconsolable for days, locking himself into the rooms provided to him in the palace and not speaking to anyone.
To his surprise and secret delight, his God came to him. Their tentative knock on the door roused him out of the stupor, his keen senses immediately picking up on their presence. They let themself in and sat down by his side, questions clear as day in their eyes. Yet they didn't say anything and just allowed him to hold onto them and cry his heart out.
Maybe they had felt this bond, too, or maybe they merely were concerned for him. He had never stayed away from them for long, so it must have been hard on them, too.
Around him, his God didn't hide their emotions. They told him when they were sad, when the memories haunted him. They didn't wait to break down like they did with the Tsaritsa or even Scaramouche. It was clear that the orders Dottore had successfully ingrained in their brain were hard to pass by, but piece by piece the both of them found out what (Name) used to like and did, and they didn't hesitate to call upon him whenever they needed anything really.
Of course there were off days, days where reality and memories mixed. Sometimes they were caused by a single glance at the Delusion buried in their chest, others they just happened. Those days were the worst for the Harbingers and the Tsaritsa.
Seeing (Name) go back to their old ways, shutting their thoughts off and not moving unless specifically ordered to do so was agonizing. They knew that the healing process was going to take long, but it still pained them to see their Creator reduced to such an empty shell.
Worse than off days were the other days. The days the servants had dubbed 'Danger Days'. Then not even Childe was allowed to be in the same room as them. Their Delusion would glow and destroy whoever entered, a single motion of black before nothing but ash remained. A strong power. And uncontrollable.
Most of the time the Delusion lay dormant, its powers quietly seething below its dark indigo surface. Only when their God feared for their life again, the panic brought forth by nightmares or even one wrong word said to them, did it activate and wreak havoc on their immediate vicinity. Distrust and trauma caused by not only the experiments, but also the hunts on their lives. They hadn't been able to trust anyone during their first few months on Teyvat and sometimes, those old emotions acted up, came out of the corner they'd been buried in to make way for even more trauma.
As soon as there had been no signs of the Delusion growing unstable again for a few days, Childe was there by (Name)'s side. His arms wrapped around them and held them close, and they'd put their ear to his chest and listen to his heartbeat. His hands caressed their back in soothing motions, and he placed his chin on top of their head. These simple moments where his God so clearly relied on him to keep the darkness at bay were the ones that showed him that he was their protector. And he happily accepted it.
Off days grew more infrequent, until it had been three months in which (Name) never once lost control of her emotions and stayed in touch with reality. The pride of that accomplishment showed on Childe's face. His grin threatened to split his face in half and he sweeped them of her feet and twirled them around. They both laughed in joy, the sound warming up the hearts of anyone near.
As jealous as the others were of their close bond, they were glad (Name) had found a home here. And they surely were going to open up more one day.
Unfortunately the happy days ended sooner than they expected.
Childe was ordered to return to Liyue in order to find someone who might be able to take the Delusion out of their God's chest. The parting was hard on all of them, (Name)'s cries ingrained into their brains forever as they struggled in the Balladeer's arms, reaching out for the Harbinger who smiled sadly at her from atop the ship.
The months following that were bad. (Name) refused to leave Childe's room, opting to wear his clothes although they were too big for them, and sleeping in his bed. His scent enveloped them and gave them the only comfort during these times.
Nevertheless (Name) made an effort to accept the food Scaramouche or the Tsaritsa brought them, trying to engage in conversations with them. They'd worried them long enough and even though their heart ached for Childe, they did their best.
They'd start teasing him about his height, show genuine interest in his story and just him personally. Scaramouche bloomed under their newfound liking to him and paraded around, smirking at everyone. He was superior to them and their God's attention proved as much.
The Tsaritsa was a more complicated matter. (Name) tried, they really did, but Venti, Zhongli and Ei had ingrained such a deep fear towards Archons in them that they'd involuntarily freeze up whenever they heard displeasure in the Cryo Archon's voice. It pained the Goddess of Love to see her beloved God cowering before her, so she did her best to stay away and give them time. Their God should come to her out of their own free will and she wouldn't force anything upon them.
The news of Childe returning to Snezhnaya, a famous Liyue doctor in tow, reached their God's ears sooner rather than later and Scaramouche was forced to accompany them to the docks each day, making sure they dressed appropriately for the weather and ate and drank enough. Their eyes would stare out into the horizon and every ship that wasn't a Fatui ship would make them frown.
Thus it was no surprise that, come the day that Childe stepped back onto the frozen docks of his home, their God flung themself at him and cried into his chest. His euphoric heart beat fast and strong now that they finally reunited and he was sure he even heard a growl coming from Foul Legacy in his mind.
They returned to the Ice Palace together, Childe opting to carrying them while Scaramouche had to stay behind and brief the Liyue doctor on everything they knew about the Delusion in their God's chest.
Childe placed (Name) down on their bed, taking note that the sheets were the same as they had been before his departure. He knelt down in front of them and placed his head on their lap, sighing and melting into their touch when their hands found his hair. They brushed through the soft strands and scratched at his scalp, and it was as if he hadn't been gone for months.
"I missed you", (Name) whispered, a small smile growing on their face. "I'm so glad you're back, Ajax."
Childe closed his eyes. His cheeks reddened. "I'm glad to be back by your side, too, (Name). I'm sorry for taking so long to return."
Their hands cupped his cheeks and forced his face up to look at them. "It doesn't matter anymore. Important is that you're here now. And that you won't leave me anytime soon."
He nodded, eyes alight. "I won't. I swear by my life."
Displeasure shone in their eyes and they shook their head. They placed a tentative kiss on his forehead, and he relished at the soft feeling of their lips, knowing he was the only one to be touched like that by their Creator.
"No, not on your life. Your words are more than enough for me. If you were to give up your life...I couldn't stand knowing it was because of me." Their hands moved to the back of his head and they placed their forehead on his. Warm and cold breaths mixed.
"As you wish, my dearest (Name)."
They spent the night together in a warm embrace, Childe telling them of his search for the doctor and leaving out certain details. In return his God told him of the teasing they did on Scaramouche, and the books they'd read.
(Name) admitted to staying in his room, scared he'd be mad at them for invading his privacy. But Childe quickly shushed their fears, telling them that his room was theirs. He had no secrets from them and if it comforted them, they shouldn't hesitate to go in there.
That night, a beautiful aurora lit up the nightsky all across Snezhnaya.
no empathetic dottore, but yan dottore is good, right? can I get me some of that please? i just..hnng i love this funky little man
Yandere Dottore x Experiment God Reader
Just a small excursion of what would have happened if Dottore got obsessed with out favorite Experiment God. Hope you like it!
- Lilith
Warnings: Yandere Behavior, implied torture and human experiments
Find the actual "Dottore's Weapon" Series on our Masterlist! <3
He didn't know how or when it happened. He was a cold, heartless, psychotic researcher and he knew as much. The only things that held importance in his life were his experiments and Delusions. And, as it seemed as of late, you.
You were his newest addition and toy. Although you were human, the golden ichor of Teyvat's Creator flowed through your blood and marked you as said god. A god without any powers or memories of your past life.
The fact that noone else had seen the gold, all seven nations rallying together to hunt down the 'imposter' that dared to look like their god, was hilarious. Even the smallest cut brought forth blood. The hunt should have stopped as soon as it had begun.
Yet still they continued, too focused on their rage to see the truth.
Which was just as well for Dottore. He took the opportunity when you found yourself alone in a cave just outside the great city of Sumeru and snatched you up.
The nearest laboratory of his was one he hadn't used in years and thus perfect for what he was about to do.
He'd grinned as he laid you down on the table and secured you to it.
He was going to make a weapon out of you and there was noone there to stop him.
Then how did it come to this?
When did he start growing feelings for you?
The closer Dottore came to his goal, the worse it got. If he stayed away from you for just a minute, the gnawing fear of you escaping or being found haunted him. He'd always hurry back, roughly cupping your cheeks and looking into your hollow eyes to ensure you're still as unresponsive as ever.
He started feeding you more often to get you healthy again. He muttered to himself that it was only so you were strong enough when the time came for you to fight.
He started unlocking your chains and watched as you stumbled around the circular room, eyes wary. Any look of yours at the door caused him to tense up and ready himself to catch you before you even got close, but you always turned your back to it and strayed back to him to sit on the floor by his feet.
When the time came around for him to put your own special Delusion into your body, he put you under fully to make sure you wouldn't feel it.
In response to his little signs of caring, you felt your cold heart yearning to be close to him. You wanted to be touched more, to be held by him. You wanted him to keep you safe from harm. It didn't even matter he was the one who hurt you over and over again, after all, he did it to protect you, right?
Dottore hummed as he held you up by your waist, your legs to weak to hold your body after he embedded the Delusion into your chest. It glowed an eery indigo colour, the sign flashing to life every now and then.
"You are so perfect, aren't you?", he whispered, crazed eyes widened underneath his mask. "My perfect, perfect weapon."
A weapon he wasn't sure about using.
He wanted to keep you to himself. His own god, now turned into a nuclear weapon that could wipe out an entire nation by itself if he so wished for it. And you'd gladly do it. Anything that made him look at you just this much longer, made him praise you just this much more.
However even he knew that he couldn't keep you here all this time. The Tsaritsa was growing anxious at his continued absence. If she were to send a spy here, all his plans would be ruined before they began.
Thus he went back to Snezhnaya with you on a golden chain that connected to a collar around your neck. A mask smiliar to his covered your face and hid you.
The other Harbingers sent wary and curious glances at the odd pair. They all felt the aura you exuded, but all shrugged it off as one of the Doctor's experiments.
They weren't wrong, but they weren't right either.
Dottore bowed to the Tsaritsa and forced you onto your knees, a hand gripping your shoulder tightly. He introduced you as the Fatui's newest weapon, one the other nations would love to own themself.
For now he'd continue playing the coy servant the Tsaritsa wanted him to be.
If all his plans worked out, he'd be ruling Teyvat in less than a year.
cryo delusion!darling :) I think that when dottore found them, they were heavily injured. so when he put the delusion in, ice/element spread through their body and filled up their wounds. (similar to the kaeya fic ‘how to finish your bucket list when you die’.)
Comment from Lilith: This is so vhskjgmw IT’S SO FRICKING AWESOME, HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaaah, i wanna print those and have them in my folder with all the art I ever got from friends and all
I just read the work where darling cut the delusion from their skin and left. What would the reactions be from Zhongli and the harbingers when they see a bloodied delusion on the bed and a missing god
Childe's most prominent feeling is guilt. He was supposed to be your confidante, your one true safe haven in this world. Even his more murderous and psychotic Foul Legacy form knew that. So he can't help but ask himself why; why hasn't he felt your pain, the moment you cut the Delusion out of your skin? You have been doing so well lately, finally healing from the trauma you've been through. Why did this have to happen now and why couldn't he do anything against it?
Scaramouche feels regret. He always tried his best to be what Childe is to you already, but his harsher and more demeaning personality didn't make it easy. The fact you had been willing to spend time with him alone was already a feat in itself. Maybe, if he had been a better companion to you, you wouldn't have felt the need to run away. And of course he's angry. Angry at the former Geo Lord for ruining the trust they'd so slowly built between them and you.
The Tsaritsa is angry mostly. She'd oh so graciously accepted the Geo Lord's request to see you after you asked her to, and this is how she was repayed? This is your only haven in the entire world. For you to lose even that after your talk with Zhongli...she shouldn't have accepted, no matter how much you would have begged. Maybe she was to blame for all of this.
But Zhongli...oh, he's beyond devastated. Hearing about your predicament had been bad enough already. However knowing that he was the cause for a breakdown, causing you to run away after cutting out that Delusion? He shouldn't have come. In his despair and wish to be forgiven, he'd all but ignored your possible feelings once again. He truly was nothing but a lowlife.
i genuinely have no idea if ive sent this or if i was dreaming so sorry if i have but
World domination with dottore? (and also getting revenge on the people who wronged us bc why not)
WORLD DOMINATION WITH DOTTORE
Sorry that it took so long and that it's not a full oneshot. But writing burnout is going on and making it hard for me to write more. :(
Hope you enjoy this!
- Lilith
Warnings: world domination, slavery, possessiveness, yandere themes, mentions of death
Dottore's rule is simple.
One step out of line, and you're a goner.
The whole world has to listen to him now, forced to carry out laborous tasks and be punished should they voice their opinions.
But most don't. Not with you watching over the world, at the hands of the new ruler.
Even when you'd come to raze their cities to the ground should they decide to disobey, they praised and bowed to you. You, their Creator, their beloved God.
They didn't see the scars littering your body, nor the hollowness to your eyes. They blind themselves from the obvious control Dottore has over you.
You're their God and in their short-sighted minds, they decided that you willingly must be helping the crazy tyrant.
And a tyrant he is.
Now that the whole of Teyvat is his playground, he doesn't hold back. He works on the craziest, most dangerous machines. He experiments on humans as much as he wants, ignoring their pain.
All while making sure to mostly keep you to himself.
Sure, you are sent out occasionally to make sure his new slaves didn't riot, but other than that you'd stay by his side. Always kneeling on a pillow on the ground. Always ready to follow his orders.
His good little pet god.
His want to have you locked up for only him to see is strong.
You are his biggest success. The one thing he truly cared about.
You had the special and unique Delusion in your chest to prove it, didn't you?
At night, you'd lay by his side, burying your face in the crook of his throat, arms wrapped around his neck. He'd kiss you, over and over again, placing a row of kisses down to the Delusion that flashed in bright purple colours at his touch, his lips meeting the thin skin holding it in your body.
You are responsive, but not speaking much. You preferred to voice your thoughts by sounds he'd quickly memorized, knowing what that click meant or this whine told him.
He doesn't care much about that. He's happy as long as he has you.
There was only one more thing.
The foolish Archons locked up in their special holding cells, deep inside Zapolyarny Palace. Their shouts are annoying at the best of days, infuriating at the worst.
His original plans had been to try and extract their unique essence, but now...he thought of something better.
Why not let you have your fun?
Your memories of the past are lacking at best, but you still remember the pain the Archons had brought to you. A pain you are sure to never forget.
And what would be more satisfying than watching the Archons die by your sweet, capable hands?
The hands of their God, who they'd hunted down so ruthlessly.
Yes, he now knows what he was going to do the next day.
For now, though, he'd enjoy having you in his arms.
