#ill dottore x reader

[ilessberry]

Cursed for life

Older!Dottore x immortal!reader. Light angst mayyybe?? Short one shot, characters might not be lore accurate!!

Being punished by the gods with immortality certainly did not sound all that awful. Staying young forever and having the opportunity to continue your research without any disturbances, such as death, felt like more of a dream than a curse.

Days, months, years passed fairly quickly. Yet your body remained youthful, skin flawless, with no signs of aging. Only the knowledge, learnt over time, allowed people to make assumptions about your experience in this world.

Seems like the same cannot be said about everyone.

Zandik had long since lost his battle against the effects of time. No magical elixir had granted him the satisfaction of preventing his age from catching up to him. Gray, split hair, aching muscles, sore knees, unpreventable wrinkles all across the body from head to toe. He really was becoming old.

Dottore never was a good man. He was quite selfish, in fact, and many would describe as *evil*. But that, under no circumstances, stopped you from establishing a connection with him.

Were you friends? No, you wouldn't say that. Were you enemies? No, not most of the time atleast. Were you lovers? No, not lovers...

Then what were you?

"Well, what did you come here for?" He asked.

"Youre still working?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, but shouldn't you be resting?"

Some silence followed after as he lifted his head from the documents.

"Is that really all you see me as now? Someone incapable of taking care of myself just because of my body. If so, don't bother to pity me, I do not need it."

"That is not it and you know it. Stop driving yourself to an early grave."

"My time left here is quite limited. I will not waste it by loafing around, my experiments shall be finished." He stood up from his seat. "The concept of me dying seems to affect you in some kind of way. It is rather interesting, really. Would it be safe to make the assumption that there is a part of you that cares?"

His body now stood a few steps away from you. Tall, confident, but not as much as years ago. No, not anymore.

You kept quiet. Not because you did not care. You did. But it felt somewhat pathetic to admit it to a man who was constantly preoccupied with his work and had no care in the world for others.

"..Maybe." Your voice came out faint.

The touch of a rough, yet gentle hand on your head pulled you out of your thoughs as your forehead hit his chest.

"It is indeed disappointing that our time together is cut short by such a fragile thing as my mortality. Alas, do not fret. Do not take my distance as an answer - although it is too late for me, I merely do not want you to get attached, as it would only be a bother. Even if I wish things were different, it seems that my fate cannot be changed. Accept it, Y/n"

Were you friends? Lovers? Worse. You did not know. But what was known, was that moments like these- quiet, careful, truthful- they were what you cherished. And maybe, maybe it was still possible to save them, even if it seemed impossible.

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝*⁠･

This is my first ever fanfic, so I apologise if its not that great.. I feel like I got a little off point. It is short, but I hope to make longer ones in the future! Tysm for reading🤍

[n0tamused]

HSR/Genshin Characters as Dragons

A/n: guys this series is getting out of hand I think I need to end it (jokes on you I will never stop talking about dragons). I really hope you are all enjoying this as much as I am <3

Contents: Argenti, Boothill, Dottore as dragons, x reader, gn reader, angst, fluff

Ko-fi

Argenti:

-Another pretty dragon to the list, and one amongst the kinder ones out there. A gentle giant by heart, he seeks to protect all beauty and innocence in the universe

-His kind is generally perceived as greedy and hostile, but for all negative traits his species has, he makes up for them tenfold.

-He tiptoes around young ones and anyone too small or too slow, he carries them if need be without being prompted to. Elderly and the kids have grown to love his presence and assistance, however scarce it may be since he comes and goes like the wind, chasing whatever enemy he spotted. Sometimes he can be overbearing with how eager he is to help, be it in human or dragon form

-He doesn’t shy away from his dragon form whatsoever, and since it is made for battle he uses its advantages against his enemies. His scales are quite tough and not many things can pierce him, and the horn in the middle of his forehead acts like a spear. One swing of his head is usually all it takes to take down his opponent

-Even covered in blood and grime after a battle or trial, he still holds a certain air of regality and elegance as he walks down the path to civilization where he goes to get cleaned (idk but I keep imagining a specific image. It's Argenti with blood on his center horn and looking sort of unbothered or innocent. Like those images of unicorns with blood on their horns yk?)

-His spikes are reminiscent of rose thorns, and very sharp.

-While he appreciates all the praise, he doesn’t consider himself worthy of it, and while he does love all the kids running to him - he does prefer that they don’t touch him for the same reason. He is not worthy of it, he is a knight of beauty but he is tainted, and he doesn’t want to taint the little young souls.

-It took some time until he let you come close to his form, and for a little he did feel overwhelmingly guilty. He always carries a sense of guilt and incompetence, he got used to that taste in his mouth

-He would jump into any battle honestly, and especially if it involves you. He grew to care about you a bit too much

-He spends much more time in human form around you, when battle is done and over with he would go to you after getting cleaned and tidied up, wishing to know and hear again that you are alright. And while you talk he always wonders if you were blessed by Idrila themselves, or perhaps you were set on his path by the Goddess of Beauty for him to meet? If this was another trial, he felt like he was failing - and failure never tasted better.

-He prays he doesn’t lose you. He does love to sing you praises whenever he can, and if he is passing by in his dragon form he lets out a little purr/soft chirp.

-Argenti often visits later at night, a rose in hand yet to bloom fully. And by morning, the petals unroll to reveal the deep red bloom, but by then he is long gone, and the conversation is but a memory to you both

Boothill:

-Boothill is a feral dragon, a hostile one and is to be avoided at all costs - many posters around towns say so, and if there is a rumble through the ground you can be sure there are people herding others into the closest building.

-He is nothing to scoff at. If he was a fierce dragon before, the metal, indestructible body didn’t make him any less soft. The IPC certainly had their ‘fun’ with creating him as he is now. They had attempted to put wings on him but the new body was already too heavy, so that idea was scrapped. Boothill did have wings in his previous body, his own wings that took him high above the ground and over lakes and sandy dunes, but now he will never fly again. 

-Nor will he be human anymore. He had died in his dragon form, and the power which allowed him to go between human and beast had died along with his past life. He’s not sure what’s worse - being half machine, marked by anguish and anger, or not being able to see the world from the lenses of a human, from a 6ft height and not 20 or so feet higher than that. 

-He was confined to the ground. But as soon as he had made his escape from the IPC’s clutches, he was gone for good.

-He had done it himself and removed the chips that marked his location and destroyed pieces of him that would have revealed him, and he made use of the ground he knew too well, better than them anyway.

-Somewhere along the lines, he joined the Galaxy Rangers and they patched him up, gave him whatever missing pieces he needed and he found his place among them.

-It took a long, long time for him to somewhat settle in his new body, the phantom pains and limbs never went away though.

-Now, though, whenever he arrives at a new planet he doesn’t take up too much space or makes himself known, he prefers the life of solitude and his own solo missions

-Sometimes someone may bump into him, but they’re never harmed unless they’re a part of the IPC. He has developed quite the keen senses for them.

-However you wormed your way into his, now, mechanical heart, I congratulate you. Seeing how physically impossible it can be to reach him

-But Boothill is quite chill once you get into a talk with him, and although sometimes he can get lost in the talk he does try to keep his voice down to a lower volume so he doesn’t hurt your ears. He’d lay down after lighting a small fire for you, his eye closer to where he can see you “normally” - and not from somewhere in the clouds. And from there on you two would talk and exchange stories. If you happen to be another dragon he’d be more at ease, and more at home too since he doesn’t have to tip toe as much around you or around certain subjects

-If you happen to be another dragon he does love to lock horns from time to time and wrestle a little like that, it gives his real skin some stimulation and something to feel. It may not be a fair battle as he is mechanical, but he tries to make it fair by letting a few screws loose- he doesn’t tell you that though.

-Speaking of that, he did once have his wrist nearly fall off due to this, he was trying to get some more ground to push himself off and the screw just popped out and he slipped, crashing into the ground as if he forgot how to walk

-Regardless if you are just a human or if you can take a form of  dragon, you have earned yourself the scary dog privilege (a dog that is secretly real nice and soft when you are around)

-also side note but in the art I did forget to draw the "thumb" on his hind right leg, apologies but yeah he'd have 5 fingers on all his limbs

Dottore:

-DOTTTORRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE

-Anyway.

-He wasn’t well loved by his surroundings in the place he originally hails from and he was exiled by his own kin, being chased to the edges of his region to be left to the elements - wherever that may be at this point because all records give different answers, and no one who has gone after him has returned alive.

-The hunger for knowledge grew from day to day, he had grown quite obsessive with getting the results he wanted. At this time he wasn’t exactly small, so he’d use the size of his dragon to his advantage as well, be it to frighten someone or to amaze another. It didn’t matter, as long as he got what he wanted. He doesn’t know anything else but the acts of setting a hypothesis and proving it true, or wrong, or finding another result equally as good. Nothing pleased him more than to succeed.

-His original body was paler than the one he has now, and while that could be blamed on growing up, it can also easily be said that it was a result of his experiments, and perhaps this form is just one of his many clones. Who’s to say he doesn’t have a pale blue dragon spying somewhere else while this black beast stalks around the Akademiya?

-His wings have three appendages on them which allow for easy manipulation of items or opponents, so he doesn’t often see the need to revert back and forth between forms unless something is delicate and requires that human touch.

-He is calculating and a mastermind behind many inventions, both mechanical and medicinal based. He can easily cure many ailments or fix up complex pieces of machinery that have long since been lost to histories. He has invented his own too, the clones are the biggest proof and only a small glimpse of what he is capable of. 

-The Omega Build can be said to be the closest to what he looks like in truth, but in terms of personality they can differ a bit. Omega is much more selfish and prone to using charm that the Prime wouldn’t really strive to use.

-Dottore does have the size and strength and all the power he could need to take down anyone, and while he may not be the biggest dragon you should be smarter than to think he can fall easily in battle. He has the power that can match that of an Archon - you really think he would be defeated to someone lesser than that?

-Underneath that mask you may find either his red eyes and scarred face, or an open part of his body that reveals the metal underneath and the red star that act as his eyes.

-He can walk bipedally and quadrupedally. 

-Another thing he is quite proficient at is mimicking sounds, and with that he lured people in. Some papers, implied to be him and some other Akademiya student, talk about how the young female student was lured away by sounds into a cavern, where she was promptly ripped apart. This death was blamed on the starving tigers found in the area, but Dottore knows the real story behind that attack.

-He is quite a good looking dragon, but can easily make your blood run cold with a simple flash of his sharp teeth. 

-You want one of his feathers, you say? Sure, you may have one, he’ll pluck it out himself and hand it to you. But don’t think it will come free.

Size chart:

- Argenti is actually a smaller dragon for his kind

-Had a bit of a difficult time sizing these boys up, but shh

-Dottore was smaller before, but after he began to make clones and also modify himself he grew more as a result of all those experiments (but is this the 'original'? Hmmm)

-Boothill once looked a bit disproportionate in the first mechanical body he had, since the IPC got wrong measurements, or perhaps it was on purpose as an act of some humiliation to break his spirits, along with making him crawl around without limbs as "punishment" (ah yes, I love Boothill lore)

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[han11dh]

•A Chance Encounter•

- hello, please keep in mind that i'm a begginer with writing stuff. If there's any mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, please do tell me. I really appreticiate it, thank you. <3 -

Dottore x fem!reader

The streets of Sumeru were alive with the vibrant energy of the bustling city. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow upon the cobblestone pathways as people hurriedly made their way through the narrow alleyways. Among them was a young woman named (Y/N), a talented medical student with a passion for history and a heart filled with curiosity.

On this particular day, (Y/N) found herself wandering through the famous Sumeru City, mesmerized by the grandeur of the sculptures that adorned the town. Lost in her own world, she hardly noticed the crowd that had gathered around a street performer. Curiosity piqued, she made her way closer to see what the commotion was all about.

As (Y/N) pushed her way through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a man with a striking appearance. He stood tall and proud, his light blue hair neatly combed back, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was dressed in a traditional Renaissance outfit, complete with a flowing cape and a feathered hat. It was none other than the famed street performer, Dottore.

Dottore was known throughout the city for his remarkable skills in science and his uncanny ability to captivate his audience with his wit and charm. His performances were filled with laughter and awe, leaving the spectators wanting more. Intrigued by his reputation, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him.

As Dottore continued his act, (Y/N) watched in amazement as he effortlessly injected a needle, then watching his poor victim. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the square. (Y/N) couldn't help but join in, clapping her hands together with enthusiasm.

Caught up in the excitement, (Y/N) didn't notice Dottore's gaze shifting in her direction. The applause died down, and as the crowd dispersed, she found herself face-to-face with the charismatic performer. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he observed her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dottore's voice was smooth and velvety, drawing (Y/N) further into his enchantment. "A beautiful maiden lost in the maze of Florence, perhaps?"

Flustered by his sudden attention, (Y/N) managed to find her voice. "Oh, I... um, I'm not lost. Just... captivated by your experiments."

Dottore chuckled, a melodious sound that made (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat. "Ah, I see. So, you are one who appreciates the fine arts, then?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his captivating gaze. "Yes, I've always had a deep admiration for the arts and the wonders they bring."

Dottore tilted his head, a playful smile dancing upon his lips. "Well, my dear, you have piqued my curiosity. How about we take a leisurely stroll through the streets of the Sumeru? I could show you some of the hidden gems this city has to offer."

(Y/N)'s heart raced at the thought of spending more time with Dottore. She couldn't resist his charming offer. "I would be honored, Dottore."

And so, together, they ventured into the labyrinthine streets of Florence, their laughter and conversation blending harmoniously with the city's rich history. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow upon their surroundings, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that this chance encounter was the start of something extraordinary.

TIME SKIP

The sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange, as (Y/N) and Dottore strolled through the narrow streets of Sumeru. The city seemed to come alive with whispered secrets and hidden wonders as they weaved through the labyrinthine alleys.

Dottore's knowledge of Sumeru's history was unparalleled. He regaled (Y/N) with captivating tales of the city's past, bringing the ancient architecture and famous artworks to life. With each step they took, (Y/N) found herself falling deeper under the spell of Dottore's words and his infectious enthusiasm.

They arrived at the famed Apam Woods, it's elegan branches reaching deep into the starry sky. The caves buzzed with activity as merchants displayed their interests, and the tinkling sounds of laughter and adoration filled the air. Dottore leaned against the stone railing, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"(Y/N), my dear, let me show you something truly extraordinary," he said, extending his hand towards her.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, the weight of the unknown mingling with anticipation. But there was something about Dottore's charisma that drew her closer, melting away her reservations. She placed her hand in his, and together they walked towards a hidden cave beneath the cliff.

As they stepped into the quiet sanctuary, Dottore reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, weathered notebook. Its pages were filled with sketches, notes, and cryptic symbols. He flipped through its worn pages, stopping at a particular drawing.

"Behold, the lost legend of the Dendro Archon," Dottore proclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Legend has it that beneath this cave lies a hidden passage, a secret tunnel leading to a forgotten world."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened with wonder. She couldn't believe she was about to embark on a journey into the unknown, all in the company of this enigmatic scientist. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she nodded, ready to uncover the mysteries that awaited them.

Dottore led (Y/N) through a concealed entrance, and they descended into the depths of the underground passage. The air grew cooler, and the echoes of their footsteps reverberated through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, painting the tunnel with an ethereal glow.

As they ventured deeper into the unknown, Dottore's voice filled the silence with tales of ancient civilizations and lost treasures. (Y/N) listened intently, her imagination running wild with the possibilities that lay ahead.

Finally, they emerged into a hidden chamber bathed in soft candlelight. The room was adorned with artifacts and relics, each holding a piece of history within its grasp. Ancient manuscripts and maps lined the walls, and intricate artworks adorned every available surface. It was a treasure trove of knowledge and beauty.

Dottore's eyes shone with a mixture of pride and affection as he observed (Y/N)'s awe-struck expression. "This, my dear, is my sanctuary. A place where the past intertwines with the present, where stories come to life."

(Y/N) approached one of the illuminated manuscripts, her fingers tracing the delicate script. "It's... breathtaking," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence.

Dottore stepped closer, his presence comforting yet electrifying. "It is yours to explore, to unravel the mysteries of the past, and create new stories that will resonate for generations to come."

In that moment, (Y/N) realized that she had stumbled upon more than just a chance encounter with a captivating scientist. She had found a kindred spirit, someone who shared her love for history, adventure, and the magic of the world.

As the candlelight flickered, casting shadows upon their faces, (Y/N) and Dottore exchanged a knowing glance. Their hearts danced to the rhythm of shared dreams, and in that hidden chamber beneath the Sumeru city, a bond was forged that would defy time itself.

[mistymem0ryy]

Il Dottore x Reader

The Fall of Icarus Chapter 2 - Recollections of burned days

The reader is yet again gender neutral (I use some french pet names but they are given with the different manners of addressing for different genders)

Summary: Some recollections of the time spent between you and Zandik during your Academia years, from your Uncle’s illness to an expediction in the hills of Snezhnaya that shed light upon unspoken words.

Author’s notes: I know you all have been asking for a part 2 for this “series” and with exams and assignments I could not bring myself to write it sooner. I am currently working on a Pierro fanfic and some Kazuha stuff on the sidelines so drafting and creating this was quite the ordeal. I am prioritizing Chapter 3 (and probably the final one) of this series since Chapter 2 is mainly things that hapenned in the past... have mercy on me I am but a humble uni student...

{no beta we die like Zandik’s assistants}

Chapter 1

Word count: 3491

Fire banishes matter from existence, but memory, memory prevails among the ashes, it creeks and coils from within its own cadaver, it challenges the flames into an eternal duel.

You can feel the coldness from the unforgiving weather slowly protrude through your shivering body, you had previously prepared for this sort of situation but it is one of those scenarios that when found in actual practice instead of theory are more complex than previously thought.

Unbeknownst to your freezing body, the blue haired man that is walking alongside your frame, silently clutching to the ends of the thick fabric from your outer garments, finds himself cursing in unison with your shivering protests. 

The matter of his complaints is quite different from yours.

Had the gods looked upon him with a different eye he would have received a pyro vision in order to aid your chilling body, to transform himself into your sole bringer of warmth while traveling the borders of Snezhnaya, he would have perhaps even used the situation as a scapegoat into your longing embrace, but such a thing would never be admitted out loud.

And yet no divine light emanated from the inside of his layering fur jacket, no sign or symbol of any gods’ approval, reminding him of the cruel present.

He had never been gifted by the Gods.

No matter how ambitious and deserving he was, it was as if the deities up above looked at him directly with sole scorn.

To believe that from all of the archons, the one governing the matters of Love would be the one to recognize Zandik’s greatness.

The only thing he could hope for was that the flames from your own intent would be powerful enough to purify his icy heart out of this putrid existence.

A fate similar to that of Icarus did not sound that unappealing after all.

“I think I can finally see the camp set by the others! Zandik hold on for a little longer okay?”

If any other person had addressed him in such a casual manner his facial features would have been consumed by a degrading sneer, but this wasn't any other pestering academic peer ready to drain his brains out with mindless chatter, it was you, the only soul he had found “tolerable” in the last passing years of his existence within the walls of the Academia.

The only sign that he had even been capable of hearing and processing your words clearly had been his slight push of your furry jacket, as if silently saying “I am here with you, I trust you enough to become my eyes. Do not break that trust”.

The plan that you had previously carved alongside Zandik during your voyage from the Academia’s dorms to the camp in Schneznaya’s southern border had quickly been thrown to the wolves and ravaged by their unforgivable teeth. Both of you were in your fourth academic year, which meant you would finally be allowed to go into a professional scientific expedition alongside some of your upperclassmen and actually put the last years of long lectures and cramming to the test of nature and skill.

You initially had the opportunity of choosing between 3 different expeditions and the one related with abnormal elemental phenomena in one of the borders located within the winter nation had stricken your interest. The moment you had your papers in hand you went straight to Zandik, who was as expected hidden within a smaller fraction of the left wing’s library surrounded by books concerning his most resurging obsession with ruin guards.

You decided that the most adequate approach would be to begin questioning him on what his choice will be, perhaps the one exploration in Natlan will have caught his eye-

“All of these expeditions are utter rubbish and I find no interest in a single one, honestly who do the Sages think we are? A bunch of fresh first years that will tremble at the sight of some unnatural fauna? For shame… ”

Your strained smile surrenders to an annoyed look that has slowly but surely become your signature expression as of late.

“The only shameful thing that will happen will be you failing this project if you end up treating it as a field trip, there will be older examiners looking into our every move and this is a unique opportunity to redeem yourself in the eyes of the Sages”

“Redeem myself of what exactly?”

Dangerous territory. You were aware of it. The subject of surging rumors was one both you and Zandik had silently agreed to not discuss out loud, it was the sort of thing that was unconsciously known between those that share a bond similar to the one both of you possessed.

“Look, we’ve talked about this okay. I do not think it was your fault, you simply happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, her death… it was a tragedy yes, but this whole academia is a social ecosystem of its own, people strive out of the failure of others and then hide it behind disingenuous apologies. Most of these people admired and worshiped you during first year and now with these rumors they see an opportunity to strike you down-” 

“I have reassured you countless times that I do not care about what those brainless imbeciles think of m-”

“I know. Trust me I do. But this is not a matter of caring. This could seriously damage your  career as a scientist Zandik, independently of how much of an excellent researcher you could be. I just think it would be better for you to lay low for now, after the whole thesis business that happened last term, i-... I got genuinely scared, okay?”

It was true, Zandik developed a new theme for his soon to be thesis after having his last one rejected, and it came as no surprise to everyone when the Sages decided that his new theme was as outlandish as the previous one. To add unto that the rumors of Zandik’s supposed involvement in the murder of one of your classmates wasn't exactly helpful either, the funeral had taken place some weeks ago but the masses of gossiping students did not cease from growing even during the Academia’s supposed mourning period. 

There were interrogations, you remember clearly the moment Zandik was snatched from your side and led away by Sumerian authorities, the gaze that he directed at you sent the message perfectly “Do not follow me. Do not get involved. I got this covered. If you even dare to insert yourself in this mess I’ll kill you, bring you back to life, and then kill you again”. He did not exactly have a way with words, but goddamn those eyes could tell you a whole lot about whatever machinations were taking place within his mind.

Sohreh was her name. She had taken your place as Zandik’s lab partner during one of his research projects regarding the reverse engineering of ruin guards. You and Zandik had been planning that project for more than a year, but when your uncle was suddenly stricken with an unknown illness you chose to pack your bags and temporarily interrupt your studies to take care of him in Fontaine. Zandik had offered to send some expensive sumerian healers instead of you, but you stood your ground firmly, the only reason you were even able to frequent the Academia was thanks to your uncle’s generosity that paid for your entrance exams. You were going to go back and heal him back to health just like he had done to you countless times during your rather frail childhood.

During that period of time Zandik made sure to write to you nearly every day, even though the beginning of his letters were always filled with enquiries regarding yours and your uncle’s well being they quickly turned into long rants regarding Sohreh’s unprofessionalism and supposed complete inability to catch up with his chaotic process, even thought he would never admit that even upon written word. 

“She insists on displacing important elements of my bibliography and is unable to catalog simple essays according to theme and density.”

“She is always late and treats my research as a pastime of hers. If you were here we would have been through half of the process by now.”

“She told me I looked handsome.”

At the moment you laughed hysterically from the confines of the Fontaine styled kitchen where you read most of his letters while preparing your uncle’s morning coffee, but your laugh was quickly cut short by frigid realization. It was quite well known around the Academia the fact that when directing oneself towards Zandik it would be wise to take into account every single syllable that leaves one’s lips. Being referred to as “Handsome” or “Young” were adjectives that the blue haired student despised ardently, when asked for an explanation behind his disdain nothing coherent came out of it.

You had known Sohreh, you were never exactly close but during your first year when no set groups were yet formed and everyone mingled in conversation without any boundary present you had found yourself in some rather… weird chats with her… Some would call her confident but you honestly could not comprehend the appeal of her loudness and directness, you never complained though, simply transforming your chats into smiles in the corridor to not even acknowledging each other if not strictly necessary. 

You later found out that she had gossiped about your behavior among some of your peers, you did not took it to heart, you knew people like her and their overly sociable nature, she wasn't the first person that you had encountered that derived pleasure from humiliating others from behind the curtains and she certainly would not be the last. You had frequented various schools in Fontaine, and if you were completely honest the level of social nastiness in the Academia could not even compare to a common preparatory school in your home country.

But one thing was she annoying you.

Another thing was she getting on Zandik’s nerves.

Two awfully different situations with catastrophically contrasting outcomes.

At a certain point during your uncle’s recovery the flow of letters diminished greatly, until your fear and anxiety began to intermingle with each other after you hadn’t heard from Zandik in 4 consecutive days.

On the fifth day you received a telegram.

“The Furies have been slayed, 

Icarus must not burn but his wings shall turn to ash, 

The labyrinth deepens.

-Z”

You and Zandik had originally bonded over your mutual fascination with ancient myth, not only did he referred to you by the name of the fallen youth but you had both agreed to communicate in code in situations in which it was strictly necessary, like when commenting on a noisy classmate, when gossiping about an annoying professor, when attempting to bargain with a Sumerian merchant for supplies, when tragedy was amiss.

You quickly burned the telegram and rethought his words.

“The Furies have been slayed”

“Icarus must not burn but his wings shall turn to ash”

“The Labyrinth deepens”

Something was clearly wrong and your first instinct was to grab paper and quill and question him in regards to his absence until you realized that it was too late for that. It was as if your stomach had been emptied of all substance, an emptiness that spread and spread like an infectious disease, the last time you felt such a weight upon your frame was when Zandik’s laboratory caught fire and due to some anomaly in the design of the eastern wing from the building the quantity of toxic gas began to accumulate and suffocate your peers one by one. 

Zandik was able to leave the building nearly intact and actually turned out to be the only one capable of saving the rest of your colleagues which allowed a subsequent ushering of the by then growing rumors. But that did not alleviate the fact that he had been locked up in a sealed laboratory that could have suffocated him to death in a matter of minutes.

You hurried those thoughts away and had made your decision by midday.

You had to return to Sumeru.

Immediately.

Your uncle’s situation had improved greatly thanks to your care and you were certain that he could take it on from here at least for the next few weeks before you return for a check in.

“Is it that boy again?”

“Who?” You were currently packing your bags and making sure your uncle had enough supplies for the next few days. Of course he had noticed your recent skirmishes, after all you did read some of Zandik’s letters to your uncle during his more conscious moments, he insisted on calling him “the boy”, no matter how many times you remembered him that Zandik was already of age and no longer the teenager you got lost with in the various corridors of the Academia during your uncontrollable first year.

“You know exactly who I am talking about… He always was… quite the quirky one wasn't he? Is he in any sort of trouble?”

You sigh and take a moment before answering. “I don’t know.”

“You know I am happy for you don’t you?” Where was this coming from?

“You are no longer in the risk of death there is no need to begin a sentimental speech uncle” You halfheartedly laugh while directing yourself to the man next to the open window that graces you with the view of rural Fontaine.

So many things were capable of bringing happiness in this forgotten town and yet his face remained strict, undiscoverable, as if hiding something willingly and fearing the outcome of its liberation to the world.

“I am not playing mon|ma chéri. You don’t know how grateful I am for you coming to rescue me in this situation… But I must ask you to be more careful from now on.”

You did not liked where this conversation was going, but remained silent in order to let him speak his mind.

“I remember how happy I was when you first told me that you had finally made a friend, not an acquaintance, not someone you speak solely to not be alone during group projects, but an actual friend. On top of all that you were studying in one of the best academies of Teyvat, you are my greatest pride and joy, ma vie…But I must warn you that I don’t like where things are going, every day so many talking and newspapers of fires and scholars dying unexpectedly… It scares me because you are there… Our neighbor Meursault, his mother… You probably already know but his mother worked in one of those fancy departments in the Academia, she died in one of those Ruin guards expeditions… Terrible, terrible thing…The boy hasn’t shown a single emotion since… People talk… Fear arises… I do not like where this is going, not at all… and that boy,well if he's your friend then i'm fine with that… but i still ask you to be careful that’s all…”

“The Labyrinth deepens”

There was nowhere else to turn, your mind was made up, and you quickly said your goodbyes to your uncle… This sudden sickness, the problems in the Academia, his fear, it all began to interconnect in your mind…

If you weren’t going to burn…

Then who was?

You were almost there, you could feel it in your freezing blood. Carrying nearly the whole weight of the full body belonging to an adult man was, most probably, not in your best rationally taken decisions list but it was the necessary means to an end.

And that end was only some meters ahead, you could barely discern some of the lightning up ahead, a symbol of civilization, of life, human life awaiting to aid you. 

You hadn’t been talking to Zadik prior to this expedition. Even though you both seemed to be on good terms after your return his coldness towards you began to develop in parallel with the rumors regarding his behavior. After leaving the dorms and entering the caravans to your current destination alongside the other scholars it was as if a switch had been pressed and he returned to being and acting as your normal Zandik (how normal that is in nature is , of course, up to debate).

He talked with you through the whole voyage as if you hadn't been nearly begging him to at least look in your direction in the last few tormenting weeks. You wanted to yell. Ask him, no, demand from him the reason behind his sudden refusal to even direct his gaze towards you. But something told you that it wasn't the time for that. That it was better for you to gulp your pride down and allow yourself this moment of grace, you never know when those that you cherish the most are walking towards a point of no return, you let his side remarks and silly banter consume you, and allow yourself in that moment, to be not a scientist and neither a scholar, but rather a simple human all over again.

After setting up camp early that morning with some other students, you and Zandik had been tasked to complete some rounds around some nearby sights and regain some samples from local dying flora, during that period Zandik’s demeanor gradually become more serious and alert, you asked him for the source of his worries but he only limited himself to silently sushing you and continue on his path, this was getting tiring.

While having your attention grasped by some rather strange elemental residues near a cave you did not notice Zandik’s prolonged absence.

You only noticed his scream.

No matter how irritable, how enraged, Zandik never lowered himself to the point of actually elevating his voice to such a degree.

You had never heard him scream.

It was raw, primordial.

It was as if he was burning from the inside out.

You remember running hastily towards the source of that petrifying sound and the sight that you were met with reminded you of one of those blood soaked war paintings you attentively gauged at in Fontaine’s Art Museum during your trips with your Uncle to the capital.

The fallen soldier, glory destroyed, a reawakening. A resurrection.

Night was arriving step by step.

Zandik was trying to elevate himself from his kneeling position. 

His eyes were bleeding.

You had one priority now and it was to grab Zandik, leave that cavern, and return to camp before the unforgivable winter night catched up to you. You reached him from behind and even though his body freezed for a slight second, ready to retaliate whomever dared to touch him, by the moment he noticed it was your arm reaching in his aid, he relaxed and allowed you to do whatever you thought fit.

You had no idea what had just happened within the confines of that cavern.

You did not see it but you could smell it. Whatever was beginning to rot in the confines of that cave you did not wish to meet face to face.

Just some more steps and you'll be laughing about it all.

Just some more steps and Zandik will be able to be given first aid and then explain everything to you clearly.

Just some more steps and it will all be back to how it used to be-

“Zandik”

A voice reverberated through the mountains, it traveled with the strong winds and reached you in no time. That was not the voice of a meager scholar getting used to the terrain.

That was the voice of someone familiar with the flow of air and therefore of sound within these grave air conditions.

“ZANDIK”

Was the voice getting louder or were you getting nearer to the source? You could feel Zandik begin to frantically pull on your jacket and you momentarily ripped your gaze from the camp and dared to search for the origin of that voice.

It was all beginning to come together.

Were you blindly building a puzzle all along?

You could feel your body paralyze, not due to the hours you have spent without a nutritious meal and neither due to the freezing temperatures of Snezhnaya, but rather due to sheer all consuming fear.

The type of fear that follows you for years beyond, the type of fear that haunts you in whatever corner of the world you decide to hide. You opened your mouth and remained silent for a while, until you couldn't even feel the words anxiously leaving your lips, as if in a rush to be freed from the confinement of your vocal cords. 

You directed your frightened gaze towards the male you had been carrying around through the snowy terrain, no matter how many times you insisted on his adulthood and mature character to others, in that precise moment he looked like nothing but a boy. 

“Zandik, why are those Fatui soldiers calling you?”

“And why is there a Harbinger among them?“

[n0tamused]

Dottore sketches, as mentioned :>

He's really fun to draw honestly, and as bizzare as it may sound, it's comforting to draw him - not because of his character but bc he's just... So easy to draw? And if I mess up in some aspect of the design I can just say it's one of his many segments or something ✨ So yeah, drawing Dottore for me is destressing. Slay.

Also one Webtorre meme

Also, guys and dudes and my other pookies, I'd like to share it here too, but my c0mmissions are open! There's a link in my Carrd for more info <3

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dottore having to dispose of a faulty clone (maybe bc they were threatening reader) and then handfeeding reader parts of it like cannibalism as a metaphor for love…. do we see the vision or is this a little too 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 💔💔

A/n: pookie you're all good, thank you for feeding my brain worms with this idea I'm sending you smooches. I do hope I executed this well. I had a lot in my head that I wanted to write for this but I didn't want this to turn into a word scramble so here's this. Enjoy <3

Content: Dottore x GN reader, dark content(?), a bit yandere, implied unhealthy relationship, implied cannibalism, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, idk what else to tag as I never posted something like this so if anything else needs tagging feel free to lemme know

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Several candles lined the polished oak table, its surface smooth and almost sticky, the light rippling over the dark lines of the carvings on top like little light bugs chasing one another. The golden hues danced over the plates as well, but the dim light scarcely allowed for a good look at the dishes.

The fork extending forward to your lips was the only thing that held your attention long enough to be observed, taken in fully, lips closing around the bit of meat and vegetables. The juice and oil fills your mouth, sinking past your teeth and around your gums, the taste is rich yet stale all at once. You couldn’t comment on it, you didn't know what to say about it. Not with the Doctor sitting at your side and being the one to feed you so, so gently.

It's hard to remember when was the last time he looked so gentle, kind even, perhaps when he was lighting up the candles with such care, as if his own breath would blow the flames into a blaze, allowing you to see your plate in full.

The meat was well done, seasoned to your liking, and something told you it was Dottore’s own hand who prepared it, gave it his all to make it so perfect for consumption. Parts of him were laced through every sensation, every smell and every bite. Your own plate is set before him and he's cutting all your bites, spearing pieces of meat and salad onto the fork before feeding it to you, making sure you ate well.

The dull ache in your arms is brought back into memory as you languidly chew on a bite, and your fingers absentmindedly touch over your sleeves over where the bruises lay, feeling the ache grow.

“Do they still hurt you?” His voice called out amidst smoky smells and brown fog, calling you to the present. “Have you gotten any rest at all, my dear?” He added, his head tilting in your direction, his bird-like mask not allowing you for a glimpse of his ruby eyes, but from underneath you can see glimpses of the scars peeking through, teasing your eyes. For some reason he chose to wear it here, now, only puzzling you further. 

“No.. no.. they're fine… I’ll get some rest later tonight, sir..” you reply as you swallow and watch how he grimaced at the title, and you nearly cough from how big this bite was, but you would have taken a bigger bite had Dottore allowed you to feast yourself. Perhaps not, but you told yourself you would. Be it the rich taste or some other factor, you yearned to take up each bone from the meat and lick it clean, sucking out the marrow from within and letting it melt into your guts.

Would he be satisfied then?

Would you be?

The candles flicker. He's still looking at you

“Are you still afraid? I've already told you so, and explained it many times. You have nothing to fear here. This was just an error in the system which will not ever happen again.. and you shouldn't have been around to witness it, anyhow..”. You have to wonder how he can say all this with so little fear. Then again, the clone was his creation. He knew it inside and out, every crevice and every wire.

“I understand.. it's just that.. I'd rather not face the others now..not after that..” 

Truth be told, having him around was also slightly unnerving, as he wore nearly an identical face as the one that harmed you. They were the same, but also not. He was gentle, but he was not.

The one that hurt you was long disposed of and would never harm you again, but Dottore was once the one that hurt you, and now he has poured himself out before you, all for your pleasure and the sweet poison of safety and love.

He hopes to convey it to you through each meticulously put bite, every sip he graces your lips with. He had cut himself open for you and would do so again, just as he hurt you through that error. It came as easy as drinking and breathing. 

“That’s understandable. I assure you are safe, and however dark the night may get - I'll be there with you… But for now, you must eat, not fear. Open wide..”

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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his apprentice. | dottore x m! reader

NSFW CONTENT BELOW - MDNI Ao3 link → click here

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summary: "Terms and conditions, page 6." He took a brief moment to peer back down at you, grin wider than ever. "I acknowledge and consent to any assignments prepared by Il Dottore which may involve living organisms, such as humans, animals or oneself will be seen through and finalised."

By the Tsaritsa's orders, not much to Dottore's liking, you where sent to work under his wing acting as his apprentice.

!! content: masochism, pain, oral sex, anal sex, multiple orgasms, smut, recorded sex, mentions of needles, razors, self-harm

"Scalpel." Dottore asked you to hand him the blade on the metal tray you grasped in your hands.

Deep in concentration, he was working on a patient, a deceased patient with perfect organs to be specific. Unfortunately, 046 had only recently passed away due to... a 'self-injury'. At least, that's what it said on paper. It wasn't in Dottore's best interest to allow the other harbingers, and of course the fair Tsaritsa herself, catch wind that his patients where committing suicide. There's no problem in bending the truth, right? As a result, he noted on his documents that the patient had suffered from a grave wound, and that 046 where ruined goods who needed to be put down. And of course, he did not fail to mention that the patient where now to be farmed for there organs. 

You on the other hand, also shared a significant interest in science with the Doctor. Had already been affiliated with the Fatui for a while, you'd finally gained the Tsaritsa's attention. Aside from your usual duties acting as a informant, experimenting with chemicals and whatnot on the side became one of your most profound hobbies. The Tsaritsa became so fascinated with your work that she ordered you to work under Dottore's wing, acting as his apprentice. Though with this being said, Biology was not your strong suit. Yes, you where intelligent but never made it far enough to practice in more of a professional setting. Even so, you where indeed captivated by the human body, how it works, its functions and even death. This was the perfect opportunity for you to extend your knowledge, able to watch Dottore's sleigh of hand work away at the carcass.

"I won't ask you again. Scalpel, now." Dottore promptly clicked his fingers, ushering you to concentrate on his face when he leaned up. Blood painted his frame, head to torso. The only thing keeping his face clean was the flimsy surgical mask he was wearing, he tore it down below his chin - his stance telling you that he was irritated. It seemed that you did that a lot actually.

"Hmm.. are you sure? Wouldn't a larger blade prove beneficial?" 

"Who are you to question me?" His voice raised as it bounced off of the labs walls, yet you didn't flinch, you didn't even move, you remained stoic with a raised eyebrow as you did as he instructed. This particularly bothered him, not the handing of the tool but how unbothered you where. Silently judging him. Not even intimidated by his presence. By all means, he never wanted an apprentice or an assistant though he could not refuse the Tsaritsa's orders. Deep down it had damaged his ego, but that was to not ever be revealed. 

"You really do get on my fucking nerves." Dottore grimaced, raising his medical mask with scalpel now in his hand. He turned back to his patient, only just to turn again to face you.

Archons, you really knew how to get under his skin. There where a lot of ways on how you did it, you never made conversation unless the topic was something snide. Never even defending yourself when he'd call you every name under Teyvats sun. If you where to put your finger on it, what irritated Dottore the most was the fact that he couldn't distinguish if you really where just an irritating asshole, or if it was just a facade you put on just to displease him.

"My apologies, sir. May you care to explain? I'm not sure how I have annoyed you." An innocent question really, raising an eyebrow and tipping your head at an angle.

To be quite frank, he was stunned that you had talked back to him. Though he knew he shouldn't be as it was practically the norm with you now. But he hadn't grown used to it, he always made sure he had the final word with everyone. But with you, it was more complicated. You loved to snap back, to push him further. Shifting his gaze to glare at you with his piercing eyes, hand on his hip as he ripped off his mask this time and balled it in his fist.

"You love this don't you? You absolutely adore testing my patience!"

Of course you where aware of what you where doing, you made him seethe but his reactions always amused you as per usual.

"Doctor, I am now merely just observing you work and asking questions." A sly smile formed on your face, absolutely irking him.

The Doctor huffed, that was it, he was done with you for the day. Instructing one of his clones to fill in and tutor you other than himself, so that he could retreat to his other duties aside from dealing with you for the day. Archons, if you could laugh as hard as ever right then you would of. He looked borderline enraged. Who where you to come down here under his will, and irritate him to the point where he couldn't even concentrate? A thorn in his side, a distraction to his work. Yet despite his complaints, the Tsaritsa firmly insisted he was to tutor you as long as deemed fit.

"May I remind you that Tsaritsa did mention that you where the only one eligible to tutor me, not your clones." You observed as he removed his surgical gloves, the rubber slapping together as he snapped them off as it filled the thick silence. He brought his fingers to pierce his bridge atop his nose, jaw forcefully clenched. 

"Confirm just one thing for me first, L/N." Dottore sighed raising a finger, "Do you achieve anything by witnessing my frustration with you?"

"The only thing I'd like to achieve is success. By being your apprentice I'll be able to do this, surely?" 

A strain of curses left Dottore's mouth. Watching his every twitch of annoyance as he marched away, the tall wooden doors what lead from the lab to a corridor where shoved open as quickly as they had slammed shut. Though it wasn't a bother, it just proved your point that he was unstable. Success. With your tutoring session being cut short perhaps it was time to turn in for the night, you had been watching him hack away at that carcass for a while now anyway.

The room you had been allocated wasn't too far from Dottore's personal chambers actually, given that the building was massive. Plus, the space was pretty nice. Fancy patterns where engraved into the wood panelling along the walls, a cold hue of many different shades of blue resembling Snezhnaya and it's snowy plains. You had made some minor adjustments though, some houseplants and a small work station setup in the corner. Not to mention, your bed was extra comfortable with multiple fluffy blankets and feathered pillows. In the night, when it was extra cold, you had no need for a heater when cuddling up underneath your duvet would suffice.

You closed the door behind you, taking off your shoes as to not get the floor dirty. Sighing as you finally had some privacy, it was time to unwind as you grabbed a few towels and a bottle of your favourite wine. One of Dottore's clones, Zander to be specific, had gifted it you the other day - knowing it was your favourite. You had grown accustomed to living like this for the past three months, it was luxurious to say the least. Not only did you have a expensive bedroom, but also your own en-suit.

As you went to run your bath, your mind lingered on the former conflicts you've experienced with Dottore. You only but giggled when you recalled the horrifying look on his face when the Tsaritsa had first informed him of her plans. To say the topic pissed him off was an understatement, his whines and complaint where like music to your ears. It was funny really, you loved seeing him all worked up and irked by your presence. That man was smug, a know it all. The satisfaction was empowering to you really, knowing you could go as far as you liked and he couldn't even do anything about it. 'Oh I was just asking a question Doctor', 'My apologies if I have upset you, Doctor', 'Being my tutor I thought you'd have more patience with me.'.

Bubbles and steam began to rise within the bathtub which was when you undressed yourself, setting your glass of wine to the side. Wandering over to the mirror, you dropped your shirt onto the bathrooms chilly floor. Gazing at your figure, your finger traced the scars on your chest, eyes peering down at the smaller ones coating your thighs. All in places where no one could see, having a particularly nasty one just beneath your peck. You wondered what Dottore would say if he saw them. There where too many to claim that they where battle scars, including the placement seemed far too calculated. Would he be concerned? Would he comfort you? Though, you didn't harm yourself because you where sad. In fact, you loved pain. Just a little cut, bruise or even a harsh squeeze when you touched yourself at night was enough to make you cum. Perhaps, tonight was one of those nights.

Settling in your hot bath, you hadn't failed to bring a little tool along with your wine in order to make your evening alone more pleasurable. A small, light incision was made on your chest. Hand already wrapped around your hard cock, you began to stroke yourself gently. Teasing, your mind wandered back to Dottore. The way his brows furrowed as he worked, the way his hands moved so elegantly, the way he shouted at you and called you horrible names. All his failed attempted to make you feel like shit, his words unknowingly fuelled your desire for him. Replaying your thoughts as if it was a movie, your hand worked faster as you pictured that he was the one tugging on your cock. You thought about what he would say if he where to find out you where touching yourself, imagining him nude as he loomed over your smaller frame. He would definitely laugh at you, calling you a pathetic whore while degrading you further. Faint whines and whimpers passed between your lips, your face became flushed as you pressed down harshly on the open wound you had inflicted on yourself moments prior. You moaned out his name as he still lingered on your mind as you reached your high. Cum painting your chest, you let out a shaky breath before sinking lower into the warmth of the bath. 

With that being done, you cleaned yourself off promptly after relaxing for a little while longer and finishing off your wine. It tasted unusual to say the least, a slightly sour aftertaste. Swirling the glass, you peered down at the remaining drops filling it. Strange, it usually tasted rich and tannic. Had that bastards clone gifted you stale wine? But how could that even be possible, unless the bottle had been opened beforehand?

There wasn't much else to do other than take yourself to bed and ponder, skin now soft, you began to feel rather sluggish. Silk button up pyjamas, your feet touched the icy wooden floor as you went to turn the light off. Room now dark, the only source of light was the moonlight what loomed through the window. Your mind still remained on Dottore and the wine, though they kept traveling further and... further away until it was submerged by fog.

Thud. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, a singular bright white light strained your eyes as you where abruptly awoke by having water pour down your face. The last thing you had remembered was... well fainting. Your eyes puffy, head pounding, you where in a stone cold room where Dottore normally practiced on his patients. When did you get here? Struggling, you realised your arms and legs had been restrained as you lied on top of a hard mattress. How many hours had it been? In a daze, your sluggish mind attempted to recall the events of the moments before you fell asleep, but there was nothing to remember. 

"How was your sleep, hm?" Dottore hummed, clipboard in hand. "You've been out for a while now. Seems like that wine really did the trick."

Remaining silent, his footsteps echoed as he positioned himself behind your head. You attempted to move, turning your head until you winced at a sharp pain. Bastard, you knew not him nor his damned clones where to be trusted, but a bottle of Mondstat's finest alcohol was all too tempting. All you could do was watch his calculated movements as you wriggled under the restraints. You went to curse at him, only to be denied when you noticed a cloth covering your mouth. Biting down in attempt to discard it, it was tightly fastened around your head - thus struggling was no use.

"What's wrong F/N?" He cooed as he leant down to face you, his gloved hands holding your head in place. You where truly stuck in Dottore's grasp as he loomed over you. Gazing up, he had taken off of his mask and placed it on a nearby tray. His eyes met yours, staring into your own with anticipation.

"I really should not be doing this to my dear apprentice." Taking a step back, he chuckled as he trotted along with his speech, "Though it was all too easy, I guess I just cant help myself."

By all means, it'd been common knowledge that you had a knack for being snide. You where more than aware at how it made him tick, perhaps your insufferable comments had finally pushed him too far. But you could appreciate his dedication, this was a new low - even for him. Lacing that wine with whatever he had put in it. As sadistic as he is, you'd never imagined that he would do something as crude as to drug you and strap you down to a surgical bed, like a patient. The Tsaritsa gave him strict rules and boundaries preventing him from laying a finger on you, yet he was defying the Cryo goddess herself. Yet again, you aren't one to lie about having fantasied about something like this before. But it was all too real for your liking, so it seemed.

A piercing scrape echoed through out the stone cold room. Dottore had prepared a selection of utensils what sat neatly on his metal tray. Setting them down beside you and taking his long fluffy coat off, it appeared to you that he was prepping for... an experiment. Watching intensely as he gracefully twirled a scalpel in his hand, you eyed yourself in it's reflection as he positioned it over your eyes. Though you weren't fazed, you knew he couldn't do anything to you without putting himself in a vulnerable position with the Tsaritsa.

"So, F/N. How do you like it, working for me?" He tipped his head in curiosity, allowing you to answer by removing the cloth from your mouth.

"Dottore you fucking-" Slap.

His cold hand had crossed your face, leaving you utterly stunned in shock. It felt as if he had been preparing that one for a while now. Wincing, he stuffed the cloth back into your mouth much deeper this time. Practically choking on the wrenched thing, wide eyes peering up at his shit eating grin. Oh yes, he was enjoying this already.

"I thought you would've been more cautious, the wine was a gift from Zander after all." He tutted, his icy fingertips stroking your chin as he observed how your brows knitted together. "Who knew you where such a sucker for liquor?" 

You didn't want to hear his ramble, yet that was the only thing you could do. He shuffled to the side, paper tray what'd been set to the side no longer remaining idle. He took the first page on his stack, eyes narrowing when you realised it turned out to be the contract you had signed months prior. Clearing his throat, his finger hovered beneath a sentence. It was hard to read from the angle you where positioned at, yet the inking was rather small so you would've struggled to read it even if you where sitting the right way up. 

"Terms and conditions, page 6." He took a brief moment to peer back down at you, his stance confident which was not a good sign at all. "I acknowledge and consent to any assignments prepared by Il Dottore which may involve living organisms, such as humans, animals or oneself will be seen through and finalised."

Gut wrenching dread turned you pale. Putting the emphasis on 'oneself', how in the hells did you miss that? A satisfying chuckle from him did not soothe your anxieties as he found glory in your disturbed expression, he knew exactly what you where thinking. His voice grew deep, his cold breath hitting your neck when he leaned down ever so closer to your skin. "Looks like someone isn't as insightful they claim they are." 

"Now, we shall begin! Unless you don't want to?" Dottore asked sincerely, taking your silence as consent knowing you couldn't respond anyway. "Oh! And I will be recording this by the way, you know the drill by now, having to document these experiment of ours for the fair lady." Directing your attention to the already setup camera atop a tripod to your left.

All he did was take in the expression you held. Full of dread, you'd seen him work before and it was far from anything pretty - he was going to torture you and he even had the audacity to record it. Did he really just want to make you suffer? To kill you? No, he could've done that already by now according to that wrenched contract. 

"I never knew you had such wonderful soft skin." He hummed in approval, raising your sleeves leaving your arms bare as the cold nipped away at them.

Your breath hitched as you felt his gloved fingers run from your wrist to your bicep. All you could do was stare forward, the glaring white light dazzled your eyes but it was far better than giving Dottore the satisfaction on watching his movements. His touch shockingly moved to something more harsh, prodding and squeezing the fat and muscle on your arm. You didn't want to admit that you where actually enjoying this, it'd been a long time since someone had touched you in this manner. 

"Now, I'm going to take a sample of your blood." Already a syringe in Dottore's hand, he tapped the tip as you took a deep breath. "No need to be tense F/N, all you need to do is relax." 

Not even giving you a warning, your eyes twitched as you felt the long needle cut through your skin. Though you couldn't help but direct your attention to watch. The syringe turned crimson, as it slowly drained blood from your arm. Meanwhile, Dottore was having his own fun watching you timidly squirm. It humoured him really, you'd been so sly - a know it all since the day you first met. Yet, now here you where caged in his grasp. He finally had you just where he wanted.

He raised the syringe from your arm, back onto his tray where he wrapped it in a small plastic bag. A small sigh escaped his lips when he stood up, only for you to tense again as his hands travelled to unbutton your shirt. Gloved hands fumbling with the buttons, the cold now nipping away at your chest rather than your arms. Torso littered with scars, your wrists where so soft yet your chest looked wicked. Shivering under Dottore's touch, watching intensely as the words you had to say remained muffled. Though it intrigued Dottore, he allowed you to speak by removing the cloth.

"What are you going to do to me?" Attempting to redirect his attention with strained breath and questions, chest rising when he retrieved a scalpel. 

Your weary tone had surprised the sadistic man stood over you, a deep callous laugh. He had only ever heard you speak in a plain manner, now he was getting somewhere. 

"Just making a few observations." He hummed, "Say, where did you get all these scars from?"

Removing his glove Dottore slowly traced the thin open wound with his slender finger you'd made yesterday, scarlet coating his fingertip as he reopened it. With anticipation, you gazed as he unexpectedly popped it into his mouth. The unexpected action left you with another surprise, blood rushing to your cock as the sense of arousal began to flow through your body. Tongue swirling while the copper taste flooded his mouth, of course he had taken note of your change in attitude. With a pop he released his finger from his mouth, a trail of saliva dribbled down his hand. 

"Would you look at that... my theory was correct all along." His voice low, deeper than you'd ever heard. Drawn out breaths, his hand made it's way closer to your pelvis.

The smug smile on his face made you want to scream, but you couldn't help but find yourself wanting to discover what was next to come. 

"Surely, you wouldn't mind? It's apart of my experiment after all." Finger hovering over the waistline of the bottom half to your nightwear. 

The pit of your stomach burned as you longed for his touch already. It was that your lust had been captured by him, touching yourself every night could never satisfy you to the fullest. No amount of fingers on your hands stuffed inside you could ever guide you astray from the true needs of wanting his cock. Yes, he knew your dirty secret, he'd known it all along. He had just been preparing for the right time to strike, the moment you where most vulnerable.

He pulled your silk pants down, your growing tent now visible in your undergarments. Dottore's crimson eyes only took but a glance, before meeting your own. 

"And only days ago you where claiming I was the sadistic one." He humiliated you, how pathetic you where under his touch. 

Your muffled whines didn't fall on deaf ears, though he kept the cloth in your mouth knowing your speech weren't to be trusted. Tugging your nightwear fully off, your body had been exposed. How twisted, his apprentice now nude beneath him with only underwear covering your most private areas. Observing the additional scarring what coated your thighs, Dottore bit his lip ever so slightly before giving one a brief squeeze. He felt how tender you where, prodding and poking with his slender fingers further as pre-cum stained the cloth covering your cock. You could've came there on the spot, face now red you never knew how much you'd wanted this.

"I've heard you, countless of times in that bathroom of yours. This place may be fancy but the walls are... rather thin." He dipped his head down to your neck, your breath hitching as his surrounded you with warmth. 

A small yet enticing lick, then nibble, until his lips sucked a sweet love bite into your neck. The next one was not so soft, much to your liking, making you whimper as you twitched under his touch. He didn't stop there, he coated your neck and collarbones until they where purple. Until you thought he was finished, he teased a dreary breath, a forceful bite as his teeth snagged at your delicate skin sent you into a paralysis of shock - eyes rolling backwards. Your cock straining, as a long interlude of whines escaped your mouth - muffled by the cloth. The warm sensation, hot and sticky, soiled your undergarments as you fell limp. Dottore only but slowly adjusted himself to observe the unexpected mess you had made, fascinating. 

"Hmm." Pondering, he stripped you of his touch as he retrieved his clipboard. "Subject is most definitely a masochist." The jotting of his pen and his slow breaths made you turn to face him, recovering from your high whilst gazing up at his frame. He finally set it to aside, before then going to remove the cloth what was now drenched in your saliva.

Dottore had half expected you to hurl harsh words at him, though to his surprise you had none to share. You only panted, licking your chin in attempted to recollect strayed spit. Sharing a short lived stare into each others eyes, the signs where already there. You both knew it, your half lidded eyes with your tent already pitched after a small breather.

"Oh, you're a dirty little thing aren't you?" He let out a length chuckle, which you adored as it sent lustful shivers down your spine. "Are you sure you haven't humiliated yourself enough already? This video is going to be reviewed by the Tsaritsa after all."

Eager nods, fully submit. With all due respect, damn the Tsaritsa. You where enjoying this far too much now, what's the harm in experimenting a little further? 

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Your eager nods had not gone unnoticed, though Dottore couldn't but help chuckle at the state of you. Who knew you could be persuaded this easily? Only your tutor of course, he wasn't one to be toyed with and you had clearly been too naïve to realise. Now he has you wrapped around his finger, fully submit underneath his will. 

"Tell me, F/N, why did you really want to work down here? Far far away from civilisation, surely there's more to it." Dottore lingered around you, observing your withering state. "There's far more efficient courses above land, such as the Sumeru's Akademiya, or maybe even Liyue."

A genuine question really, and it made sense. Though, wasn't it obvious?

"I... I want to work... here, with you." Hitching breath, dreary eyelids, your answer peaked his interest. 

"And why is that?" He was only but a fraction away from your face, looming over you as stray azure hairs fell from the tuck behind his ears. His hot, soft breaths only inches away leaving you longing for him to grow closer.  

A momentary pause, you weren't sure if you should reveal your secret. Even though Dottore already knew, and had known for quite some time by now, it was all still embarrassing to put into words. Your face flushed, cheeks rosy as the soil in your pants earlier began to dribble. Dottore was growing impatient, he wanted to hear it in your own words, he needed nothing but for you to spill the truth he already knew. The Tsaritsa needed to know what a filthy whore you where, the one filthy whore she had became so fascinated with as of late. Grabbing you by the jaw, you clenched as he had forced you to sit up. His grip was harsh and controlling. A soft moan escaped your lips making his brows furrow, not that it was to his disliking though.

"Answer me." Dottore detested against your dreary silence, his eyes pierced into your own - a mixture of lust and dominance. The truth was he wanted you as much as you wanted him, but there was only one way he could allow himself. He could never let himself be perceived as needy, as wanting to for fill his pleasures, he needed you to give him an excuse. The grip he had on your jaw made its way down to your throat, your breath unsteady as you felt his grip become ever so heavier. 

"I..." Teasing with your words, even when you're trapped in his grasp you still managed to make him tick. You didn't fail to notice his eye twitching as he bit his lip in anticipation for your words, "I need for you to fuck me, Dottore." 

That was it, your consent had been given and there was now going back. Dottore had finally become undone, a low growl could be faintly heard as he slammed you back to lie down. Wincing, you watched as his movements grew more aggressive rather than elegant and taunt. Still being restrained you couldn't do much but watch as he unbuttoned his dark blue shirt in a rough manor. Chest hairs matching the colour what lied on his head, complimented by a faint snail trail leading down to his obvious bulge. He where a lot more buff that you'd imagined, his waist a lot more synched too as his belt hung loosely from his hips. The sight of his torso alone where enough to make you hard again, your eyes danced as you took in the sight of him. 

Dottore took a mental note of how you admired him, it prompted his cock to grow stiffer as his fingers grew closer to the buckle of his belt. He fumbled with it shortly, his slender fingers slowly but surely teasing you as you watched. That was until, he had an idea. He stopped in his tracks. You where practically throbbing, foaming at the mouth even, his change in direction startled you. Fishing something out of his pocket, a key. Not just any key, a key to the restraints wrapped around your wrists and ankles. Oh, if this weren't already getting good. 

"I trust you won't do anything stupid." Dottore muttered, keys chiming as you excitedly waited for your release. "Don't make me regret this."

Rubbing your wrists, peering down at your red ankles, you sat up as you turned to face Dottore. He relaxed his hand on the edge of the bed, his spare one hovered over your thigh as it palmed your crotch. His piercing eyes peering up at your own. It was as if he where waiting for something, something only you could deliver. A kiss, more of a peck really is what it'd been. But he abruptly tore his lips away from yours, strange. It seemed he wanted to kiss you, and more than just briefly. But the thought of such an intimate act would be crossing a line in his book - he hesitated.

"Nuh uh, that won't do." Your voice now capturing Dottores ears, sounding a lot more confident now you weren't restrained. Was that a good idea? It made him shiver to be quite frank, the way your finger had directed his face back in front of your own, "Let's give that another try." Dottore looked perplexed at first, but was shortly amused by your sudden dominance. 

Lips clashing together softly, you held the back of his head this time - soft silky hair in your palm. He tasted sickly sweet, a taste no one would ever had guessed. Lips only slightly chapped, yet still finding yourself satisfied with the way he leaned into your touch. It was one of the most passionate kisses you had ever given. Your lips danced together in harmony, your tongue asking for permission to enter his mouth. Soft grunts from Dottore turned you dreary, he was practically melting. This man had strapped you down, drugged you, even got you to cum without touching your cock once, yet here he is groaning as your tongue coated itself in his own saliva.

You had expected him to scold you for being so cocky this soon but he where enjoying it far too much. Perhaps he was a sucker for kisses? While he was distracted with the passionate moment you both where sharing, your hand sneakily travelled to his waist. Gripping him lightly at first, the moan he let out prompted you to tug him closer as you swerved around on your bottom, so that he where stood in-between your legs as you where perched on the surgery table. Not breaking the kiss once, your thumbs rubbed circles on his pelvis. Dottores tongue now finding its was into your own mouth, he took back his dominance over you far too easily. You whimpered as you felt his hands fall on top of your own, guiding them towards his belt buckle. Already feeling the heat from his clothed tent, the fact you where so close to his cock made you harshly bite down on your lip. 

"What are you waiting for?" Dottore purred against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as you drew the faintest bit of blood. 

Fingers fumbling with the buckle, you finally had a grasp on his zipper. Slowly tugging it down, wanting this moment to last forever. All that remained now was his underwear sheathing his dick, it was right there in your grasp, your needy finger went to tug at the waistband until the unexpected nip Dottore made at your neck caught you off guard. It where already bruised from the session beforehand, making you wince as you lost track at what your hands where doing. 

"Ngh, that hurts." Whining, you earned a chuckle of approval from the man above you. 

"Oh? And isn't that what you like?" He questioned before biting down even harder.

"Mhm..." Was all you could answer as he worked away from your neck, lower and lower down to your chest. You where practically purple by the time he had finished, his lips travelling leaving a prompt nip upon your jawline. 

His teasing and torment made the want of acting on your whims build up, you wanted - no needed to go a step further. Dottore on the other hand wanted it slow, he was to take the lead, but you had other plans. You hadn't agreed to a mere make out session, you lusted for pure intimacy between the two of you. Thus you becoming reckless, growing impatient. 

The position you where in granted you easy access in wrapping your legs around his hips, encasing him in your grasp. Caught off guard Dottore grunted as he fell into you, unexpectedly realising you where quick to fish your fingers into his underwear. Feeling his hard cock twitch as you examined it with your touch, the warmth seized the coldness of your own hand. It felt good, far too good, your hand wrapped around his length as your idle fingers swiftly tugged down his waistband. Dottore on the other hand was shocked, but not surprised. It was common knowledge you where devious, but he hadn't expected you to wield the confidence in taking over so quickly. 

His hands what laid behind you prompted his body from tumbling on top your own, glancing up his face only centimetres away from your own. He took in your distracted expression, sensing the impulse you held. Though the way you acted so eagerly, driven by the crave you had for his presence, made him want the same just as much. You where spontaneous, rude, snide, it was all clear to him now that it wasn't annoyance what made him seethe over you. It was sexual tension - what you had purposefully created. All the times you had 'dropped something' and bent over, ass up in all its glory for him to witness. The way you would gracefully twirl your wine glass, giving him a shameless wink. Even the things you'd do to yourself in the bathroom, calling out his name - though you hadn't planned on him knowing about this one. Dottore was done with your little games, he where now to be in charge of the tension, if you wanted to fuck then he would most defiantly fuck.

Your hand still being wrapped around his aching cock, his underwear now wrapped around his thighs beneath his balls. Beginning to pump him but failing to notice his change in stance. 

"Eager little thing!" Dottore scolded you, his hand coming into contact with your face once again - leaving a harsh red mark. 

Squirming at the sting the impact left, you hadn't expected him to detest your sudden shift in confidence being too caught up in your desires. It turned you on all the bit more, Dottore learnt not to be dissatisfied with your reaction but to embrace it. If not even pain could falter your furtive self, then he'd have to use more forceful ways. 

His hands gripped your shoulders, swerving and pinning you down harshly back onto the surgical bed. It stunned you, his strength being unmatched. Watching with eager eyes as his own fingers found there way to his cock, he began stroking himself at the sight of your pained body. You went to sit back up, to assist him, yet he wanted none of that. 

"How difficult is it for you to follow a simple order?" Voice now deep, his spare hand now pinning you down below him.

Biting your lip as your cock ached, needing to spring free from your own underwear. You knew you had to confirm your submission to get what you wanted, it was the only way he'd ever accept you.

"Please..." Lighter than a whisper you pleaded with faint whines, your expression the softest Dottore had ever seen it. He could tell your pleads where genuine, it sent him into awe, he'd never seen you like this before - who knew you could appear so elegant?

"What was that?" But he longed to hear you again, for you to beg for his touch. He began to touch himself ever so lightly again, in front of you in all his glory.

"I want you... to touch me... please..." You signalled at your throbbing member trapped beneath your clothing, the man above you more occupied with is own pleasure than yours, "Dott-... Zandik..."

What was that? 

You eyed him sneakily, keeping the submit expression you held. Watching the sudden change in expression at the sudden use of his name, his eyes wide as his body momentarily wobbled - moving hand jolting. He ushered his head away from you, to the side, as he bit his lip forcefully. His chest now heavy, he groaned, before the unexpected release of his seed spilled from his cock. It not even giving the chance for him to redirect the stream, or for you to move yourself. It happened all too quickly, his cum painted your chin and chest as it drizzled down your skin in a slow manor. The two of you only but observed what had just happened, you sat up - collecting yourself. But you where still left unsatisfied, even if Dottore had just humiliated himself with not even being able to last five minutes. 

You didn't do anything but utter his name, his real name. Was that really all it took to get him there? Though, before you even had figured it weren't best to jab at this unexpected outcome, your eyes caught his own as he faced to look at you. Half lidded eyes, he examined the way you where still hard, still flush, and now complimented by his cum. 

He pounced on you, hungrier than ever. Lips dancing with one another again. It sent you back into your daze, it was clear he had never left his. All he needed was a momentary breather for his cock to spring back into action, and for you to look at him the way you had. 

A moaning mess as his hand palmed your strained dick, it'd taken so long for things to get to this moment. A build up of excitement, of lust, it all brewed inside of you. He was finally touching you, the man you had longed to have for what felt like centuries. His fingers hurriedly inviting themselves into your own pants, the exact way you did to his own. Tearing them down, his hand teasing your cock before giving you a light squeeze. A moaning, whimpering mess he had made of you as he lowered the surgical bed you lied on with his foot on the pedal.

"You like this really, don't you?" Dottore questioned you as he broke the kiss. Peering up at his starving grin, his eyes more crimson than ever as his stray hairs framed his face. "Getting under my skin all the time, tch- and here you are whimpering, and begging me to fuck you." 

His spare hand raised to grip your face, squashing your cheeks together, before his index finger swiped his cum what plastered your chin. He then went to grip your jaw, you obliged before he forcefully stuck his slender finger down your throat - coated in his own cum. It was still warm, briefly choking on his finger as your tongue swirled as it took in the sour taste. He thoroughly enjoyed watching you taste him, his finger deep in your mouth complimented by your saliva. Your hums of approval vibrating his hand, he swiftly removed it with precision. 

With a satisfied expression plastering his face, Dottore released your face as he gave the side of your head a tap of approval. Body tensing when his finger had travelled downwards, to your chest, to your abdomen, to your pelvis... all the way down to your member. Without even a second of hesitation, he pulled your nightwear down to your knees and then fully off. Observing the dried mess you had made earlier, still warmer than ever. Tossing them to the side, the cold air nipped away at your neglected area, watching in exhaustion as Dottore clambered onto the bed. He spread your legs, his finger examining the scars what coated them for a short while, until he was practically lying on top of you. You felt like prey captured by it's beast, as the finger you had previously coated in your saliva made its way down to your neglected hole.

Whimpering as he teased you, he spread your ass with his hand before pushing his finger deep inside. Dottores eyes capturing the way your cock twitched, your head pulling back as your face scrunched... just the utter lewd sight of you made Dottore fill with bliss, the same as yourself. He wanted you to savour every second of your pleasure, the humiliation of your tutor fingering you all while it was being recorded. Slowly his single finger building up to two... then three... which made your moans grow louder and louder. He longed for you to regret coming here, medalling with his career. Making him look like fool, pissing him off every living second you where down here working for him. Yet, he was giving you exactly what you wanted. Dottore motioned his three fingers in a scissoring like manor, stretching you out in preparation for something greater.

Becoming a hot, moaning mess underneath him. His fingers roughly penetrating you, brushing against your prostate, it was all too much.

"I- I'm gonna-" Gasps and heavy breaths, you felt the pit of your stomach burn before your second release, but, that never came. Dottore had denied your orgasm, swiftly pulling his fingers from your hole as sheer disappointment washed over you. 

He giggled, taking in your desperate face. Your prepped ass before him, your twitching cock aching for more. 

"Are you ready?" He had asked you, all you could do was nod. No words left to be said, just pleads for him to fill you.

Watching with desperate eyes, the way he lifted your thighs to rest behind over shoulders sent shivers down your spine. The way his hands felt so right against your skin, to then travel down to his own cock as he aligned it with your hole. You took a sharp breath , on release you both shared a glance what felt like minutes, but alas it was only for a second. Until he invited himself in, you wrapped around his length perfectly. Your heart pounding, biting down on your lip as he finally had entered you. Dottore let out a few strangled moans of his own, unexpected to how good you felt, pushing himself in until he could go no further.

He went slow at first, savouring every second. The way the sound of your moans danced against his ears made him grip your thighs tighter, until he left crimson marks upon your skin. He began to fuck you harder and harder, letting himself become a slave to his desires. Before you knew it he was pummelling himself into you like there where no tomorrow, it seemed he needed this as much as you did. 

You reached down to stroke your untouched cock, moans and whimpers filling the laboratory as they bounced off the walls. You touched yourself with vigour, Dottore watching the sight unfold before him. He licked his lips, collecting lost saliva from his desperate pants, before an idea struck his mind. Raising one of his hands, leaving your left thigh absent, he deeply pressed down on the recent wound he had made. 

"Ah!" Was all you could let out as you flinched, it stung - it burned. But it felt all too good.

Dottores hand pressed down harder, sweat now finding its way down from his body onto you. 

"You filthy, fucking whore." The way he sounded, you'd never heard this tone before. It made you quiver as the overstimulation finally hit you. 

He went harder, deeper, hitting your prostate too many times. His hand squeezing your wound harder, blood now starting to coat his palm. The right hand he had on your other thigh left, edging its way over to your cock what you grasped. Dottore grabbed your wrist ushering you away from yourself, replacing it with his own. The way his hand tugged on you, the way he was manhandling you like you where his toy. He squeezed, stroked, even spat to create a makeshift lubricate as he picked up his pace. 

You where nearing your end, barley hanging on your moans now shrivelled and weak - Dottores too. Both close to your release, you wanted to savour this tender moment. Despite the lustful fog what clouded your head your hand reached up, and touched his face. Your finger caressed his cheek and then his lip, thought Dottore didn't have time to react to your sudden touch of affection. Quickly leaning up to kiss him so passionately. His moans vibrated against your lips as he opened his mouth, his body tensing along with your own. His cum filled you, painting your insides hot and sticky. Your own release coating his stomach as he laid above you, skin dripping with sweat red and flush. You didn't dare break the kiss, only enjoying the intense moment you both where sharing. 

Dottore didn't want to acknowledge what'd happened, the sudden feelings piercing his heart. But there he was kissing you as his cum spilled inside of you. His grasp on you lightening when he let go, pulling away slowly. He pulled out his cock shortly after meeting your eyes, redirecting his gaze to watch the aftermath leak out of your hole. On the other hand, you only leant back down as a sigh left your lips.

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The room now silent, until you felt Dottore redirect his body to stand. He looked as if he had lost something, you'd figured he would be more satisfied with this turnout of results.

"Dottore?" You spoke out, he handed you a wipe before he began to clothe himself. Ignoring you, you sighed and cleaned yourself off before reaching for the nightwear you formerly had on.

"No need to put those back on, I have your usual clothes here." Voice coarse, he gifted you the normal outfit you wore for work. 

Moments passed, you put the clothing on and brushed yourself down. Though you still felt sticky, you needed a shower. But first, you had to know something.

"Are you... alright?" Working up the courage to question your tutor, he was now fumbling with the camera he had set up what captured your intimate moment together. 

He ignored you again.

Sitting up, lifting yourself off of the table. You wobbled, having to catch yourself from falling. Legs feeling almost numb, quite frankly your ass was pounding and sore - not that you minded.

"You shouldn't be standing." He warned you as he watched you struggle over to him, voice stern.

"Then carry me back to my room." Giggling as a sigh then escaped your lips. Letting yourself fall into him as he caught you in his arms, he couldn't help admire you.

Still cheeky, after you'd been through all that. Maybe there was no changing you.

A/N: this fic was posted to my AO3 around three years ago as a request from a friend :p

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