I slowly come to, pushing myself up with one arm and looking around, finding myself in a small, utilitarian room with a single door and no windows. I reach up to my ear unconsciously trying to feel for something that isn’t there, but I don’t know what I’m checking for. I rub the side of my head absentmindedly as I try to recall how and why I’m here, only to be met by a stabbing pain in my head.
I hiss and fall to my side, clutching my head and closing my eyes, waiting for the pain to pass. After some time the pain slowly ebbs away, and slowly I sit up and after a moment I throw my legs off the side of the bed and shakily stand. I make my way to the door, stumbling a bit, my head spinning. I grab the handle and pull. Locked.
I drop my head against the door in frustration, and in the process catch a glimpse of my body—covered in bandages. My brows furrow in thought as I try to once again remember what happened. The stabbing pain returns. I clutch my head with a gasp, bracing myself against the wall beside the door, and slide down to the floor, waiting for this wave of agony to pass.
I barely register the sound of footsteps outside before the door opens beside me.
“You’re finally awake, I see...”
I hear them hum as they observe my balled-up form on the floor. The door clicks closed as they exit. As quickly as they depart, they return—this time with a partially full vial in hand. I crack open an eye as they crouch in front of me, removing the stopper and holding it out.
“Here. For the pain.”
My mind hazy, I reach out and take the vial without a second thought. With a trembling hand, I bring it to my lips and drink its contents, desperate for relief. The person takes the empty vial from hands before promptly standing and exiting the room once more. After a few minutes my eyes begin to grow heavier and heavier, as the stabbing pain before ebbs away into nothing, as I finally succumb to slumber once more.
The last thing I see as I close my eyes is a pair of ornate boots making their way toward me-
I wake up and find myself back in bed. I sit up, the blanket falling into my lap. I remain there, arms resting limply in my lap, staring at the fresh bandages covering my hands and arms.
Just what happened to me?
I lift my hand, flexing my fingers. No matter how hard I try, I cannot recall anything. Not even my name. I startle as the door opens. I look over to see a man with a strange mask and teal hair approaching my bedside.
“Where—what happened?”
My voice is scratchy, heavy with sleep.
He stops, placing several items on the bedside table. He pauses before answering.
“You were recovered from a rather... unfortunate situation. Luckily, one of my men found you and brought you to me. As for where we are—my lab.”
He tilts his head slightly.
“...I’m curious. Do you remember what happened?”
I try again to recall anything. Nothing. I shake my head. He hums thoughtfully.
“Your name?”
Ice crawls down my spine as I realize I truly don’t remember anything—my past, my life, my identity. I clench my fingers and slowly shake my head.
“I... I don’t remember...”
I barely register my panic before his hands gently adjust my head forward. His hand holding the end of my soiled bandage come into view, carefully he unwraps the bandages. Once he’s finished he manipulates my head this way and that, occasionally prodding at a spot or gathering my hair to keep it out of the way as he examines me.
“Seeing as you sustained considerable injuries to your head, it’s no surprise you’ve incurred some degree of memory loss...”
He mumbles as he works. After that I quickly learn that the stuff he brought with him was disinfectant and fresh bandages, hissing softly as he cleans and disinfects my wounds. After some time he finishes, wrapping my head with a clean bandage.
“Look at me”
He lifts a finger into my line of sight.
"Follow it— only with your eyes" he instructs and corrects calmly.
I obey, tracking the slow, deliberate movement of his finger from side to side with only my eyes, keeping my head still as he drags it past my vision.
He hums softly in thought.
Then, without warning, a light is shined into my eyes. Jumping from one eye to the other, watching for my pupils response.
He leans closer, studying them with unsettling focus.
... mydriasis." he murmurs.
He pulls the light back and makes a small notation in a small notebook he pulled from one of his pockets.
"Photophobia." he adds quietly.
His tone is calm. Clinical.
"'Concussed."
With a snap he closes his notebook and returns it to his pocket.
He doesn’t seem awfully concerned, if anything he seems rather detached as he mulls over something.
Finally—
“...You said I was recovered from an unfortunate situation. What happened exactly—or do you not know?”
“My men found you amidst the ruins of an undocumented laboratory—one with no clear affiliations. Other than you.”
He studies me for a beat.
“I’m curious—does the Akademiya ring any bells?”
I think for a moment, I think I remember something but it’s impossibly vague -distant- in my mind, I grimace as my head throbs again and shake my head slowly. Negative.
“…I see. The reason I ask is due to your apparel when we found you. You donned a uniform from the Akydemia. I looked into it, and curiously enough, there was no record of a student matching your description was ever reported to be in attendance.”
He pauses.
“However—”
“There were rumors circulating amongst the students and staff about a missing peer. A peer who upon further questioning matched your description almost to the T.“
He states calmly.
“Bright thing, they said. Such a shame that she disappeared. I wonder if they found anything yet.”
He pauses, tilting his head slightly
“There were also other rumors,” he continues.
“That she was expelled”
“Exiled, even…”
A soft hum leaves him.
“Curious, isn’t it?”
“Such stories are rather antipodal in nature.”
“A bright, highly respected student and peer—“
A beat—
“and someone disgraced.”
“Cast out.”
His masked gaze lingers.
“So I wonder...”
“Was your accident truly just that, an accident...”
“...or perhaps foul play?”
This is the first time I wrote any fanfics in a longgggg time, so I apologize if it’s not the best.
Dottore has been stuck in my head ever since I finished the latest archon quest and omg. I loved him before but now I love him even more.
Anywho I might continue this, if you have any ideas or suggestions, or any corrections feel free to leave a comment or send me a message.
I hope you all enjoyed and also have a lovely day!
-V-trl
UPDATE: Im continuing this since my ipad got fried and cant draw (I can but im simply not vibing with paper right now) or model atm :(
So Ima write while I wait on parts. Part 2 will be up soon!
Yes its about dottore, yes this topic might’ve existed but WHO CARES I WANNA PUT IT DOWN -scribble scribble-
Note: Anyways, after writing it…. It’s all over the place— is it even a fic anymore?? So uh— gender neutral reader, reader has opinions, and most possibly ooc Dottore (maybe some lore if you squint.) ((maybe)) oh and uhhh TW: death.
Not proofread so there might be mistakes
“Thats it?” You asked him incredulously
“Yes, that is all.” He says as he picks up broken glass shards off the floor.
You are confused, first and foremost. That is the truth.
you feel, off. Like you were supposed to feel something else—unsatisfied, maybe.
You also know that, this doesn’t affect anything. It shouldn’t and is not, a big deal.
Two things can exist, and be right at the same time.
The doctor then puts the glass shards in a trash bag.
It was weird.
“You can stop staring and start helping with the mess too, you know?” He added, filling the silence.
It was typical of him to boss you around.
Sometimes, the sound of his voice would grate your ears from the sheer audacity it had. In those times, you find yourself wondering… what if you didn’t comply to his orders?
But that was another thought for next time.
Because that was not the thing that bothered you.
He sounded… awkward. Maybe not the right term, but it isnt grating. If anything, it sounded like a suggestion. Which could be considered a good habit for him to keep…
If it weren’t for the slight melancholy you caught in his voice.
“Are we going to avoid—“
“We aren’t avoiding anything.”
He stops you there. Not wanting to talk about the mess in his lab, the glass shards that broke simultaneously, the blood dripping from his skin…
…his clones strewn upon the floor.
You decided to help him, yet that didn’t stop you from trying to start this conversation. Because you knew for a fact that this wasn’t just nothing. Even if he says otherwise.
“You should’ve worn gloves before throwing those glass shards.”
You started to speak as you went towards one of the clones. This one was holding papers, that were now strewn across the floor. Those were probably documents that were for the Tsaritsa.
His face seemed scrunched, annoyed. You picked up the papers that weren’t soaked by the blood from this clone’s head, and placed it in a nearby table. You thought that maybe by helping him finish his duty, it would do him a favor… somehow.
“It was an… abrupt change. I had to take care of it as soon as I came back.”
As you hear his answer, you went towards another clone. This one was nearby the vials and glass shards. He was probably in the middle of an experiment.
You see his face up close and… his eyes were open, afraid even. You wonder if these clones feared their death, or maybe the experiment being unfinished. Your hands slowly hovered his eyes to close them… and gently wipe away some tears.
“Do you… treat life so carelessly?”
You finally asked him. Your breaths are a bit uneven, but your voice still manages to hold itself still.
“Quite the contrary… I find life interesting. You cant get results when most of your test subjects are dead.”
He says matter-of-factly, however you weren’t having it.
“Of course, ‘most’ being the keyword… death is sometimes crucial to understanding, or rather, getting the results you need.”
When he finishes his statement you couldn’t think of anything to say. I mean, what answer do you expect from him? Of course this was Dottore. This was typical of him to do.
But again, is that really the case here? You still can’t help but feel like he isn’t saying something else… you just can’t put a pin in it…
Two things can exist, and be right at the same time.
“Is that why you killed all your segments?”
He was done picking up the shards on the ground, and so he stared at you.
“Of course.”
Before reacting to his dismissive remark, he continued.
“After all, I could always make more. Albeit in a smaller scale… time is not on our side, after all. So is the budget for something so complex.”
Again, you still cant help but feel frustrated by his explanation. Maybe this was normal for him, a minor set back… but…
“You cant— you cant seriously be so fine with killing yourself… right???”
You exclaimed, maybe a bit panicked… or angry… you don’t know. Your heart is just pounding off your chest, and you cant articulate some of whats going on in your mind right now. You have so many things you want to say, to ask… but right now, that frustration is making it hard to talk properly.
“What…?”
The doctor can only mutter confusingly. You swear that you could’ve seen his head tilt ever so slightly too. It would’ve been comical if it weren’t for the current situation.
“You… you cant just say all that… and look at your own dead body on the ground… and act as if that doesnt affect you— right??? Am I crazy for that??”
You exhaled some of those words out your mouth, as if you felt exhausted from just asking.
“Should it affect me?” He starts to ask.
“I think so??? I mean, you may be the second harbinger and all, or maybe you’ve seen lots of dead things—”
you muttered to yourself. Already, you’re starting to think it’s probably stupid for thinking about it, but you know you have to be getting somewhere with this.
“—but youre still human, right?? Surely you’re at least uncomfortable with what happened, right?? You can’t tell me that you didn’t have second thoughts in that moment.”
Dottore chuckled at this. Out right laughs at this question of yours.
“This conversation is a bit… dramatic. Yes, I had second thoughts if my segments’ whining counted.”
You… dont know what else to say. What point was it leading to. What to feel. Because every time you ask him about it, it feels so… below him. Should it really matter if he’s unaffected? Are you really just dramatic? Looking for meaning when nothing is there?
After all, some of the segments didnt care if they were being deleted, but some of the segments were afraid. But if most of them are him… then should it matter?? He wasn’t hurting anyone this time, so what has his sin this time?
You shook your head. You know better than to be trapped in your thoughts.
You kept overthinking about it, when you remember why you felt off. Why you felt why this didn’t feel right.
Dottore agreed to delete his segments, because an archon deemed it an equal exchange for a gnosis. He thinks it’s a compliment, yet a part of you thinks that it’s unfair. Because from the way you see it, the archons treat it like a bargaining chip. Something to gain, something to lose.
To put a price on life feels… awful.
Yet, you didnt say anything else. After all, this was going to be the busiest time for him.
Of course, that small conversation you had was such a long time ago. Everyone in Nodkrai had been celebrating after everything.
Of course, for you…. You’d have to move into a different station. Perhaps Sandrone’s station once she gets fixed.
You didn’t know what to feel when you heard them defeat the doctor. Most of them cheered when their moon goddess came back and saved Nodkrai, and you couldn’t blame them for that.
What surprised you however, was your comrades. The fatui and most of the harbingers.
They too, cheered for the doctor’s downfall.
Truly, you shouldn’t be surprised. Yet you couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter.
When he has done everything for the tsaritsa… why wasnt he grieved? What was so different about him that it made him the exception to human empathy? When other harbingers were feared for reasons that are on par with the doctor?
Perhaps no one will grieve a mad man, perhaps his achievements will be buried by the transgressions he dared to commit, perhaps no one will remember the name: Zandik.
can we all agree that Softtore is the best boi? lol.ur writing about his nickname got me to imagine he might be so close to his Darling to the point they just pin point his emotion and know how to handle it like if fatui skirmisher made him mad S/O would be able to clam him down (not entirely) just by words and he'll think what they said is acceptable. that's weird dynamic right there but it works? XD
Absolutely! Softtore is just so 🥺❤️❤️ With how long Dottore and his Darling have known each other for (since Akadamiya). Darling definitely knew a thing or two on how to calm their mans down lol. Maybe something a little like this:
"You came into my office, without permission, and had the audacity to knock a few things over—" he walked closer "—just to give me this garbage you called a report paper?"
A palpable tention filled the room as Dottore stared down at one of his underlings. The poor soul was shaking in his boots. His height was shorter than the harbinger's, so even with the Doctor's mask on, he could see a pair of glowing red eyes staring right at him. No doubt with a murderous intent hiding behind them.
Who could blame him though? He finally got the chance to spend some time with you, only for it to get interrupted.
"M-my greatest apologies, sir! I—"
"Lucky me, I'm short on a few test subjects right now..."
You didn't even need to look to know that blood drained from the underling's face. Poor guy, he was just trying to his job. You had to think of a way to calm Dottore down quickly before he could turn the underling into another new friend for Krupp...
You put a hand on one of Dottore's shoulder and rubbed it gently.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't hurt him," you spoke.
He shifted his head a little to your direction and you continued, "You're just wasting your time focusing on him. You want to spend more time with me, don't you?"
As Dottore stood there, you gave the underling a brief apologetic smile.
"Get out of here before I change my mind." Dottore finally spoke, his voice was still low and threatening.
The staff nodded his head frantically before sprinting to exit.
Dottore let out a heavy sigh before he took his mask off and rubbed his temple. As he did so you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head against his chest.
"You feeling better?"
"You sure know how to work your magic on me, don't you, my dear?" He chuckled.
Hello everyone this is a songfic base on the song “Hellfire” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The yandere aspect is what makes this fic different version from the original Nun!Reader fics ♡
I hope you guys enjoy this cuz I really went down the drain for the Capitano Agenda mainly because of how @jessamine-rose writes Capitano and it inspired me to do a yandere fic about him as well sksksksksk
Sypnosis: Capitano sees himself above the trivial feelings of love and lust. He sings a prayer to the Tsaritsa because of his revolting desire to make you his and his alone. However, the temptation of having you in his arms is quite hard to resist.
Content: Songfic, Yandere Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Religious Sacrilege, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Perverse Thoughts, Destructive Acts
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Oh, Archon of mine, you know I am not a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly your proud soldier
Dear Tsarista, you know I'm so much dignified
But why do I have such a despicable desire for a pure soul
Please tell me Tsaritsa, why do I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?
In the dark night that the fake sky showed, the nation of Mondstadt sleeps quietly along with its visitors from a foreign land. The Fatui soldiers were all asleep and only Capitano remains awake in a place where he stayed in the City of Freedom. He remains to be restless as he stares at the burning hearth while gripping onto his sword’s handle tightly.
The Captain continues to sing a prayer of song to the Cryo Archon, he couldn’t close his eyes and sleep knowing he had much more to fulfill than his mission.
On the day he met you, he couldn’t forget how you stood up against him and demanded for a duel to save those wretched Knights of Favonius from his wrath. Despite being covered by the church’s garments, your body moves swiftly to dodge his attacks. Your face is bear for him to see and he could see your eyes glaring at him… he felt attracted to them and he hated himself for it.
He especially hates the pyro vision that hangs above your bosom. It kept him awake as he could recall how you glow like fire.
A fire that continues to haunt his mind, heart, and soul.
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Capitano whimpers this part of the song as he crosses his arms and held his shaking shoulders with the most hurtful grip. His armored sharp fingers pierced through the armor and scrapes his skin as he continues to stare at the heart which had the fire shape into your figure. And behind the dark void of his helmet, his dark blue eyes stares at you with longing to hold you and yet his gaze also craves to thrust his cock deep within your tight walls.
The way his thoughts spiral between the threads of loving and lusting for you made Capitano shiver once again. How he hate the way he feels because such perverted scenarios he played inside his mind deprecates how he sees himself. As the matter of fact, he began to think on why not let such desires come true?
And maybe it was time for him to finally rest for the night, Capitano knew it was enough prayers to the Tsaritsa as it was undignified of him to let out those words come out. He puts out the fire in the hearth by piercing his sword through the burning wood, he feels frustrated about tonight’s prayers.
After all it was your fault that he feels this way.
Like fire, Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
“Capitano, where do you think you’re going?”
The said man stopped in his tracks, he certainly didn’t expect to see you first thing in the morning and he quietly continues his song of prayer inside his mind. Then he turns to see you still covered as the Church of Favonius’ garments, and he wonders how you would look without them.
“Do you wish to accompany me if you are asking such questions?” He asks with a hopeful tone.
The way your eyes flicker in surprise but also has the glint of letting your guard down being deceive by how soft his deep voice had become. “Well, someone has to keep an eye over you Lord Harbinger, what if you harm Mondstadt’s citizens again?” You folded your arms shaping your breasts into the white garment you wear and the pyro vision waves slightly from the action.
By the Archon of Love’s mercy, Capitano is cursed with the bountiful visual he just saw and also blessed that his helmet covered his gaze.
“Very well you may accompany me Sister (Y/N).”
Your name rolls out of his voice as if he’s been practicing saying your name perfectly and he wonders when he could call you without the Nun title.
It's not my fault, I'm not to blame
It is the nun who wields her bow who sent this flame
It's not my fault, if in my Archon's plan
She made the devil so much stronger than a man!
Capitano hoarsely sings the prayer as he falls into his knees holding the sides of his helmet he couldn’t believe what just happened.
You two were just spending another day deep in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine to battle the Snowboar King. When victory came due to the tag team you two made, you suddenly hugged him out of the blue out of happiness. Your long wish to venture the mountains and fulfilled your inner child’s ambition to defeat the monster has been done because of the Captain’s help.
That was also the very first time that Capitano saw you smiling and laughing, those images will forever bury inside his mind. Unless he takes you for himself then perhaps every day, he could see you with such happy expressions that he stirs up.
When it was night and the time for you to part ways with him, you express gratitude for letting you fulfill a long wish as a child. You always had been a caged little dove by your family and you told Capitano of your prison despite being a Sister in the Church of Favoinus.
Little did you know that Capitano only wishes for you transfer from your family’s prison to his own.
And when you kissed the side of his helmet that was the last straw as it provokes Capitano’s darkest thoughts in desiring you. He slowly composes himself as he stands up from the ground, he grips the handle of his sword as he slams the door open. The heavy footsteps could be heard in the quiet night but none could ever wake up from this dangerous aura because the Fatui Harbinger only wishes harm to one person in this nation.
Capitano will have you and damn your Archon’s absence because he cannot protect you from him anymore.
Protect me, Tsaritsa
Don't let the nun cast her pyro vision’s spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy (Y/N)
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Capitano’s prayer is full of hypocrisy once again, because it was too late, the Cryo Archon couldn’t erase his feelings. You were to blamed for whatever will happen to you from now on as he continues to take another step towards the place where you sleep. The dark void in his helmet begin to light up as his dark blue eyes glow under the dark night of the fake sky.
And when you woke up, the sun isn’t the one who greeted you.
“Let me go this instant! I don’t wish to harm you… you’re the only friend that I truly had please don’t make me hate you Capitano.”
Your voice is filled with betrayal and fear, yet despite feeling those emotions you still linger to a thread of hope that Capitano will let you go. He admires how that even in this situation you would try to see the goodness in him. A goodness that never existed in the first place anyway, for what does that trait could even contribute to his duties as a Fatui Harbinger?
“Didn’t you wish to be free of your family? Didn’t you desire to get away from Mondstadt because you never felt its freedom? And didn’t you say that you want to be with me?”
Capitano had a tight grip on your arm which made you whimper, if this was a different situation, you would have said yes. The only time you ever feel yourself is when you’re with him but… why does it feel like you were just transferring from one prison to the next. You didn’t understand why Capitano suddenly began to change… or maybe this was always how he felt about you.
The vision that hanged below your neck began to glow, “I’ll never be yours.” You told him as your bow materializes in your hand to fight for your freedom.
And the Captain thinks about how cute you would look utterly defeated under him when you would soon realize that you never had any power to win against him.
Hellfire, Darkfire
Now (Y/N), it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
Capitano’s prayer turned its direction towards you.
Blood dripped down from your forehead and cheek, they were cut by the blades of the First of the Fatui Harbingers, the Captain. The duel didn’t last longer than you had anticipated despite having a pyro vision, you could not last against Capitano’s honed skills as a fighter. Though defeated you still push yourself up from the grass field even if you were still kneeling on the ground. You look up to his helmet and found the twisted love in the dark abyss of his mask.
The tip of the Captain’s sword lifted your chin up gently.
“Do you yield?”
The situation is a déjà vu from your first duel with him but there is no honor in this fight, not when Capitano fought to utterly humiliate and incapacitate you. Like before, you never gave a verbal answer and turned the tides against him but now. How could you ever fight back when your pyro vision is out of your reach? It was on his hand threatening to destroy it.
“Please don’t.” You were helpless against him, no one would ever come to your help because he chose a place in Mondstadt where people would avoid going into. “That’s the only beautiful thing that ever happened to me in all my life… please don’t take my vision away.”
With your pride already stepped on, the only thing you could do is beg for his mercy but Capitano is confused why you would beg. The only answer he wants to come out of your mouth is that you would accept to be his and his alone.
Oh, Anemo Archon save her from me
Oh, Cryo Archon have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn
Capitano notice how you were confused by his sudden prayer song when you didn’t give him an answer. He wants someone to save you from his monstrosity and yet if you would not love him, you will suffer. And despite having defeated you in a fight, his heart ache when you started to cry about his threats to destroy your vision. You were gripping onto his cape tightly as you continue to beg for him to give your pyro vision back.
He kneels down to your form and place his armored hand over your damp cheek, he slowly wipes your tears away. “Forgive me Sister (Y/N), I am a sinner in the eyes of my god but I would not regret the time we had spent together. I may be a monster in your eyes but in my own, I only see a man who desires your love.” Before you could even oppose he gently lifted up your chin and pressed his thumb against your lips. He wants forget how you made him feel because you would be happier without him but alas...
Capitano will never forget and now he wants to know if your lips would have a sweet taste.
Despite the hypocrisy of his actions and words, he is deceivingly comforting you because no one could get you out of this situation other than Capitano himself.
“I will forcibly take you back with me.” His tone turned dark and the ounce of fear you felt tripled.
“And I will never forgive myself because I will never give you a choice. You sought for freedom but I can never give that to you. So I will only propose to you only this once.” Capitano gently lay you to sit on the ground so it will be him to be the one kneeling now with one knee on the scorched grass field.
He then pierces his sword to the ground, he holds out his hand asking you to hold him, you took it of course out of fear. When you did hold his large armored hand, he was trembling despite the fact you could see how utterly composed he is for someone who had put you in this situation.
“Come with me, I wish not to dishonor your virtue by having only to defeat you in a duel.”
Never had you hear him so soft and gentle yet his tone full of desperation and his words were horrifying.
“Marry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly on the condition you will have me at your side at all times.”
Tears had fell from your eyes because you knew that your choice will be the one that will give Capitano the satisfaction of his proposal that is more-like a demand. “My answer is yes… I will marry you…” You didn’t voice out that you were just afraid to reject him.
And with your acceptance Capitano thanks the Cryo Archon for his answered prayer but most of all he dedictated his final ode to you.
Like fire, Hellfire, Darkfire… (Y/N) you are mine and mine alone.
~ End
A/N: Also if you guys haven't read the Nun!Reader series, some of the scenes there are parallel to the events that happened there :>
characters: all playable genshin characters (except children characters like klee, dori, etc.), the eleven harbingers + tsaritsa, and kaveh x gn!reader
genres: sfw, fluff!!! (no angsty heart's day on my watch!), features types of vday dates i think they most likely will plan for the two of you after you told them that they'll be in charge
notes: it's been a while, hasn't it? this post doesn't fully imply that i'm 100% back, but i am working on it!! i haven't written anything for such a long time, so i might be getting rusty and it might show here. i used the genshin impact wikia as reference for the characters, let me know if i missed anyone!
BEFORE YOU CONTINUE : they made sure that they ran you through the whole plan without spoiling it completely to make sure you'll be comfortable during the whole day. after all, the date is for the both of you, not just for them! they want to make sure the two of you will enjoy it.
— ADVENTURING WITH YOU
they're the type to plan a date that concerns going out. they'll bring you literally everywhere they know you love — to the amusement/theme park, movies, theater, museums, mall, out of town/the country, the library, fancy meals — anywhere!! if you have a favorite hobby that concerns a few more things (sports, arts, etc.), you bet that it's in the list! it doesn't matter if it's not their cup of tea, it's in the list and they will join you, even if it includes breaking a sweat or two. throughout the whole day, they have their hands on you in any type of way that you consent. they'll keep their hand holding yours, their arms around your waist, on your shoulder — anywhere. they can't afford getting separated from you, mostly if it's a vast and/or crowded area, but also because of their desire to be close. with or without exchanging gifts, love is reciprocated.
it has been quite a while that the both of you had the free time to just relax at home tangled in each other. food are a mix of all snacks, candies, homemades, and take outs. time is enjoyed together with indoor activities enjoyed by each other; playing games, playful banters, naps, cuddles, reading a book or two, watching shows together — anything that entertains the two of you. nothing mattered outside the walls of your shared humble abode, although going out together also seems like a good idea, the two of you are much more inclined to the thought of just the two of you. together. the past few days and weeks were spent being away from each other. however, right now, nothing and no one else mattered as the two of you bask into each other's warmth, love, and presence.
"let's stay here together for a little bit longer."
NSFW one shot Dom!Dottore x Fem!(Neko?)Reader . semi modern au? (cellphones, sweatpants etc.)
cw// NSFW 18+ explicit sexual content, size kink, tummy bulge, slight breeding kink, neko reader (ears, tail, and teeth), pet play, slight daddy kink, oral (m recieving), talk of being his experimental subject.
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a/n- so i had this amazing idea and i wrote it in like two hours today so here u go! ENJOY<3
summary~ Your good friend Dottore wants you to help him out with his experiment. After you take his potion, you wake up from your nap, adorned with new accessories, and frantically report to him, asking to come over and see these unforeseen side effects for himself.
“Unfortunately, not many people want to participate in my experiments anymore,” Dottore’s voice crackled through the phone due to the Akademiya’s shitty reception.
“Fine. I’ll be there in a minute,” you sighed, abandoning your papers to put on your shoes. Being Dottore’s friend and fellow scientist, it wasn't abnormal for him to ask you for assistance, normally you’d say yes, but there was something a bit unnerving about being on the receiving end of a mind altering drug. Especially so as you often saw the effects of your own little malign elixirs on your patients. Ultimately, you trusted the man– trusted that his intelligence shouldn’t betray your wellbeing.
You gave a benign knock on the door as you swung it open, the creak resonating through the lab. Dottore’s hunched form perked up at the sound of your entrance.
“Took you long enough,” he chided.
“Be grateful I even came at all,” you playfully pushed him, flashing a smile. You and Dottore were not much different from each other— especially in relation to everybody else. The two smartest in the Akademiya, with similar drive, skill, and goals, the pair were bound to be friends.
Sat atop of his desk, legs swinging, you opened up his journal, combing through the notes of the dog-eared pages. It seemed his experiment was to restore the instincts and reflexes that humans left behind in their rapid evolution. The animal of choice being a swift feline.
‘A couple temporary biological advantages couldn’t hurt.’ You thought.
He approached you, swirling the test tube filled with a cloudy blue tincture, a smirk of excitement teasing the ends of his lips.
“You’ve tested it on mice, right?” You inquired, taking the tube and swirling it around, a bit wary of the uncertainty of its effects on humans.
“Well— yes. Some things have been altered to achieve my desired results. But it should be safe. You know I wouldn’t hurt you,” he assures. Your brow quirks at the word ‘should’.
You flipped through his notes a few more times, educating yourself on the possible side effects and the science of it all.
“Okayy,” you drawled, bringing the tube to your lips and tipping it back like a shot, the back of your sleeve wiping the rest from the corners of your lips. The bitter aftertaste makes you wince.
“You may feel fatigued or weak, but that’s to be expected, just go to sleep. We can begin our tests in the morning.” He plucked the test tube from in between your fingers. “Should anything else arise— call me immediately.”
Nodding, you hopped off the desk, skirt sweeping a few loose papers to the floor.
“See you tomorrow then!” You waved, letting the lab door shut behind you.
You weren’t excited per se, but you certainly weren’t tired enough to go to sleep. Some part of you wanted to see the effects take place in real time, perhaps it’s the scientists’ psyche. As you changed into a big shirt and shorts, you felt your body take on the sore tingle of weakness, your watch only reading 8pm. Despite the curiosity, the warm wool blanket and soft couch threatened to envelop you in sleep.
Only a few hours later you woke up, a sharp pain bruising your tailbone. Sitting up, you reached behind you to feel around for your phone. You snatched your hand away at the tickle of fur against your hand. Eyes widening and hand slowly reaching back to inspect what you may have been sleeping on. Not finding a phone- or an animal- rather, you felt your own hand prodding at some furry length that seemingly sprouted from your body while you napped. You held the appendage, running your hand over it, pulling it into view. It was long and covered in soft fur the same color as your hair. Revelation struck and your hands flew up to the top of your head. Just as you expected, or unexpected for that matter, there sat a pair of soft cat-like ears. Unlike the tail, which you had full control and feeling of, the ears lacked the ability to hear, especially seeing as you still had your human ears. You looked down at your watch, taking note of the time you noticed these changes– still friday- 11pm.
To confirm you weren’t dreaming, you made way to the full length mirror that hung in your bedroom. It was there you saw the extent of it all. You saw your cat ears twitch at your tactile inspection. Your jaw fell slack, making your sharp canines visible– the glint of the light catching your attention.
“Oh god,” you almost laughed at yourself. “Dottore!” you almost yelled, stomping your foot.
‘What am I even going to say to him? I turned into a cat? Be real.’ You thought, pacing around your room. Looking back into the mirror you calmed yourself down, reassuring your reflection.
“Dottore?” you said into the phone, as calmly as you could manage.
“Yes? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” his voice crackled through the phone, sleep still clearly rasping through the shitty reception.
“Sorry to wake you, but something happened– like a side effect– and I do not think this is right,” you nervously laughed at the end of your sentence. “I need you to come over ASAP.” Dottore obliged, you didn’t know whether to laugh at yourself or yell at him.
His dorm was not very far, so you took the fifteen minutes to tidy up and change into a big hoodie, making sure to tuck your tail into the back and cover your ears with the hood.
You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, a knock at your door startling you.
“Uh, hi,” you choked out nervously, opening the door and motioning him to come in. Some part of you feared your outfit was a little too unprofessional, considering you were quite literally in your pajamas, but your worries were quelled upon seeing Dottore. The man was clad only in a white tee and gray sweatpants, journal tucked under his arm, his unkempt hair confirming your suspicions that you may have woken him up.
“Okay, so… Here’s the problem,” you sat on the couch as he stood in front of you. Shakily, you pulled down your hood and untucked the tail from the back of your hoodie. Dottore’s eyes opened wide and his hand went to his chin. You surely weren’t pulling a prank on him, you weren’t even the type to do so, yet it was that shocking. Your body language was more than telling; looking down, ears flattened, tail hugging your side, fingers twiddling with the tip in your lap, face flushed with the utmost embarrassment. He motioned for you to stand and do a little spin, so he could see the extent of this anomaly. His gaze burned into you as you obeyed.
“How… peculiar,” the small snicker that came out of Dottore made you blush even harder, if that was even possible. You looked up at him, unable to hide the anger on your face. Even with your fists balled at your sides, and tail fluffed in annoyance at his jest, he could not take you seriously, looking like an angry little cat.
“It’s not funny!” you scrunched your nose at him.
“It’s pretty funny,” he admitted.
He sat beside you, reaching his hand up to your head, stopping halfway to ask for permission.
“May I?” you only nodded, shame not letting words come out. He placed his hand on the top, petting you? No– he could not possibly be petting you– he was… inspecting you. Softly prodding at your ears, asking questions about whether you could feel it, or if you could hear out of them. Nod, nod, nod. It felt… good? Different from when somebody pets you. It was like the satisfaction of a scalp massager.
It wasn’t until he stopped that you realized your head rested almost on his chest. Your eyes snapped open, blush flooding to your cheeks. When was the last time someone touched you like that? Not in a scientific setting. You had to remind yourself that this was not affectionate. Purely for research purposes. But he could not have been inspecting your ears for that long? Right?
Too embarrassed to move, you simply stayed there, as he jotted notes down in his journal. You were startled by the feeling of his fingers at the junction of your tail and spine.
“Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. You whimpered, involuntarily, as he applied pressure to your joint. Thighs shifted together at the feeling of his fingers touching a seemingly sensitive spot. With blush scattered across his cheeks, he wrote something down in his journal. Heat flooded your face once again at the realization that he was very carefully observing your every reaction. Your hand flew up to your mouth and you sat up straight. Looking at Dottore, it seemed he was not nearly as affected by this as you were. He acted perfectly composed, leaving you to be the only one bursting at the seams. However, his body betrayed him, as your gaze fell down, catching a glimpse at his bulge, exaggerated by the gray shadows of his pants.
When he looked back up, you frantically looked away, trying to meet his eyes. His face was flushed and his pupils dilated.
‘He’s just tired.’ You reassured yourself in your head.
“How did that feel?” his voice was calm, contrasting to his face, elegantly twirling his pen between his long fingers. He looked to you, expecting an answer, almost knowingly. There’s no way he couldn’t see the furiously blushed puddle you melted into, or how you’d shift your hips at his touch.
“Uhm- aha,” you stammered, “it felt good- nice. It felt nice, you know?”
Your ears were stiff, further displaying your awkwardness. He motioned for you to elaborate.
“Oh. Uh, it felt, uhm, pleasurable– I think the word is,” a pink dusting crossed your cheeks, absolutely burning with embarrassment. He couldn’t help but smile. There was just something so comedic about your normally cool and professional demeanor, being broken down by something as simple as his touch, something that, for all you know, was just research.
He hummed, going back to record your response.
“You have new teeth too, no?” you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip only to be reminded of such teeth as they painfully caught the skin.
He reached his hand up, the back of his fingers brushing against your jaw as he stopped.
“May I?” he asked, just like before, looking you in the eyes. You merely nodded in response, shifting closer to him for better access.
“Open,” he commanded.
His thumb brushed against your top lip, lifting it up to reveal your fang-like canines, then ran across the point. The rest of his fingers almost cupped your cheek. Surely he could feel the raging heat of your face, his feather-light touch sending a shiver down your spine.
At your bottom lip, he ran his thumb across the flesh once more, leant a bit closer to see the smaller teeth. Your eyes closed as he jotted down his notes. You could feel him rub across your bottom lip again, but this time, not pulling it down to reveal your teeth. Eyes barely opened, the warmth of his breath telling you his proximity. Your tail swayed behind you. His hand shifted down to hold your chin and your eyes fluttered closed at the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips.
You leaned into it, chasing the warmth a little when he pulled away, nose still touching yours. He expected protest but was met with your hands reaching up to cup the sides of his face. At that, you pressed another more fervent kiss, his hands falling to sit at your hips.
He took over, slipping between your lips and feeling the points of your teeth with the tip of his tongue. You whined into his mouth, moving to straddle him in a more comfortable position on the couch.
Your faces broke for a moment, gasping after forgetting to breathe. He looked up at you, a smile threatening to lift the corners of his lips. You dove back in and his hands began to roam. One hand stilled low on your waist, the other reaching around to press and rub against the bare skin at the base of your tail. Your breath hitched at the contact and your head tilted back. Dottore took the opportunity to kiss, nip, and suck at your throat, leaving red marks on the tender skin.
“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” he whispered through clenched teeth as you shakily ground down into his bulge.
“Thank you, Dottore,” you mewled in a desperate, high pitched voice. He sighed at the sound of his name spilling from your lips.
His hands began to roam again, one grabbing at the plush of your ass, then giving you a small spank, and the other coming down to tease you through your shorts in the front. You whined out again, bucking your hips into him as his thumb rubbed circles around your clothed clit.
You could feel him twitch under you as his resolve finally caved. He broke away to see you in all your beauty. The sight of your flushed cheeks, slightly tousled hair, and the peaks of your nipples showing through your shirt was absolutely ravishing to him.
He tucked his face in the crook of your neck and continued to suck at your sensitive points. It was easy for him to be able to tell what made you feel good. You were just so utterly responsive, and he was so observant. Truly a scientist's dream– a perfectly responsive subject.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me, pet?” he instructed, voice thick with desire. You happily obliged, eagerly settling on the floor between his legs and hastily pulling down his sweats and boxers.
His fully hard cock sprung out, hitting his stomach, as you stared wide-eyed at his impressive length. He took a few languid strokes, smearing the precum that beaded at the tip. Both of your hands wrapped around him, leaving the rest for your mouth.
You took a kitten lick at it, letting his bitter essence coat your tongue. When you finally closed your lips around the tip, he signed, running his fingers through his hair. You looked up at him with obedient eyes, bobbing your head up and down. He loved the way your glossy eyes shone in the light, tucking a hair behind your ear so he could see them better. His fingers combed through your hair and played with the soft ears, eliciting a small whine and a shift of your hips against your own heel.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” his eyes were dark, admiring your efforts to please him.
He gathered the hair at the back of your head and shoved his cock all the way down your throat, your nose touching his pelvis. You looked up at him, catching the smirk on his lips. Desperately trying not to choke on him, you breathed through your nose and swallowed around his length. He groaned, releasing your head and patted on his thigh for you to come up. Your knees almost buckled under you as you stood up, his hands roughly pulling both your shorts and panties down. You stepped out of them, straddling him again as he planted another kiss on your lips.
You grinded against his shaft, rubbing him against his own stomach, before he stilled your hips with one hand, the other coming up to grab at your neck.
“So desperate…” he gritted through clenched teeth, cock aching to be inside of you. Dottore’s hand shifted from your hips down to your heat. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, just barely pressing into your entrance. You sighed and arched your back into him.
“God you’re so wet already? What a whore you are,” he spoke into the shell of your ear, squeezing at the sides of your throat.
“Yes, fuck–” you fell against his chest, keening at his words. He barely lifted your hips and guided his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing through your slit before sinking the tip in.
You let out a breathy moan, rocking your hips to try and take more of him.
“So tight…” he threw his head back as you began to bounce on him, taking more and more of his length every time.
He settled at the base of your tail again, tugging and rubbing, as you connected your lips with his. He found each point that made you feel a new kind of pleasure among your new accessories, for a lack of a better word.
“You’re so big… I feel so full,” your head tilted back, you rasped through the throes of pleasure. He pushed his palm against the bulge that appeared and disappeared in your belly through every stroke, adding more pressure to your brimming pussy.
“Such a good little kitten for me,” he groaned. Between thoughts of his cock filling you up, you blushed at the idea of being his, thanking this chemical mishap for the fortunate situation you were in now.
“Mm-hmm,” you nodded frantically in response. He lifted your shirt to your mouth, you grabbing hold of it between your teeth. His neck craned down to lick at your nipple, capturing it between his teeth. You clenched around him, feeling an onslaught of sensations beginning to push you towards the edge.
“Please– Daddy, can I cum?” you moaned out, letting the hem of your shirt fall down. Your words were so unexpected to him– you asking him to cum, calling him Daddy– submitting to him, being his. It was all so precious. How long had he been dreaming of this moment, considering it fantasy. He twitched at your voice.
“Yes, kitten. Cum for me,” you could hear him just barely over the sounds of your thighs, coated with your slick, slapping against his hips. He tugged at your tail again, sending you tumbling from the peak. You bit into his shoulder, breaking skin with your sharp canines. He fucked you through your high, following in suit shortly after. His seed spilled inside of you, filling you up as he slowly ground your hips down onto him, fucking it deeper inside.
You collapsed against his chest, panting and wrapping your arms around his neck. Through the haze, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was on purpose.
“You didn’t mean to turn me into your uh-, kitten, right?” you cringed at your own words; it was just something so ridiculous. His laugh rumbled through his chest as you turned to look up at him.
“Of course not,” he pet the top of your head, your ears flicking at his touch. “but, I won’t say I wasn’t hoping that this might happen.” His lips curved into a mischievous smile.
“You could have just asked me out, Dottore.” you teased him.
“But isn’t being my test subject so much more fun? Much more being my pet,” He retorted in a chuckle, that sadistic side of his coming out in his smile.
“Yeah. I guess so…” You smiled up at him, closing your eyes at the peck he left on your lips.
Synopsis: Following your artistic passions has left you scrambling for money. So, you decide to take up babysitting as a side gig. You were supposed to leave once you get your pay, but won’t you indulge them for a little longer?
Warnings: Smut written by a minor, dominance, some dirty talk, age difference (reader24/character34), power imbalance
Link to Pt1
A/N: The first attempt at posting this wasn’t in the tags so here we go again
Work in the Fatui is known to be extremely dangerous and sometimes requires travel to other nations. While these trips are far and few, Arlecchino doesn’t have many to call upon for child care. Taking her two children with her is too big of a risk, yet leaving them in the hands of her even her most trusted subordinates leaves her just as uneasy.
It took weeks of background checks, private interviews and one-on-one meetings before she actually let you babysit. She wasn’t about to hand her kids over to a potential threat, yet the three of you seemed to get along quite well on your first meeting.
Her kids are very skilled when it comes to combat and other physical activities. You also find that they have a strong sense of ambition to become as “cool” as their mother. You help them practice stances and basic hand-to-hand combat (safely) while she’s away and you in turn have a lot more references for anatomy practice. When Arlecchino gets back from her trips, the kids excitedly show her how much they’ve improved since she’s last saw them. Once they’ve settled and dispersed, you pull Arlecchino away for a moment alone and handed her some of the drawings you’ve made. “You‘ve captured them beautifully” she mused. Letting her eyes travel off the papers and instead to you, “I’d like to commission you for a portrait. Tonight, if you have the time, how does 500,000 mora sound?”.
You came back later that night with minimal supplies. Wanting the finished piece to be perfect, you were only there for a fought sketch of what she wanted. When you knocked on the door to her estate you weren’t expecting her to be in a crimson robe, and upon further investigation only a robe. She’s attractive as hell but isn’t she cold? you think as she walks you to her chambers. She explains how the only portraits of her that exist only showed the hardened side of her, seeing that you have a prowess for art she entrusts you to paint something more…intimate. You try your best to listen attentively and keep your eyes at eye-level. “Thank you for agreeing to a simple outline for now, seeing as its late you can make the official one at a later date”
Time flies as you try to draw all her glory, only for her to say: “Do it again. Your shading is lacking, perhaps you need a more hands-on approach?”. That wouldn’t be the last night you slept with her.
Arlecchino is one of the most powerful harbingers in the Fatui and she makes sure you remember that in bed. You’re never on top, and even if you’re servicing her the tight grip in your hair reminds you that you’re below her. Her show of dominance never fails to make you shudder, one “get on your knees” and you’re putty in her hands as you sink to the floor. But despite the rough hours, Arlecchino gives you such great aftercare, drawing warm baths and massaging you once she’s satisfied.
During the times Arlecchino is in Snezhnaya, you take your work to the orphanage. While the purpose of running the orphanage is to prepare kids for a life in the Fatui, Arlecchino sees no reason why there shouldn’t be more color in their lives. Arlecchino pays you for the weekly “craft nights” you host at The House of the Hearth and every time you stop by she feels her icy exterior thaw more and more. Seeing the way you assist her kids and the ones here makes her wonder if you’d ever want to play a more permanent role in her and her kid’s lives. Maybe if she makes you scream a bit more she’ll have her answer.
