#silver writes!

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Hii! I saw ur reqs are open!! :D if its ok can I request dottore (+segments) relationship hcs?

DOTTORE (+SEGMENTS) RELATIONSHIP HC

introductions were short and brief, a simple hello before you got to work alongside him, or the multiple hims. (very confusing to digest at the very start)

an assistant, supposedly an easy job for just about anyone. but it isnt just anyone youre working for, its a harbinger and his multiple freaky clones, come on !

being dragged off to help fairly younger versions of him with their experiments of dubious ethical values, being careful as to do your best.

one wrong move and youll end up in the cleaners, great job prospect for you !! surprisingly enough though, they accept you in their circle.

compared to the older versions of him, the younger segments are less guarded... and more carefree. you joke around with em, you bring them gifts and they happily accept em.

you talk to em and slowly but surely they start revealin parts of their history. fast movin experiments, considerable murders and lotsa studying within the academiya was what they told you about.

you accepted them for them with a little hesistance, but still do. and to their delight (?), not very clear they come to seek for you. yearn is silent within all dotttore variants, but mutual respect becomes one sided puppy love.

dumb crushes and the ruse they put up, being in love.. they did not realize you were also a scholar, one with a little more sense of social awareness. soon enough you cracked open their supposedly top secret plot.

their eagerness and surprising acceptance leads you to work with some of the older clones. a challenging next step for you.

blunt and close guarded, thats whats you came to know the few late adult clones as.

engaging in conversation which would lead to laughter and giggles with the young adult variants quickly fell on deaf ears.

you became used to ignoring and being ignored, and you came to miss the younger guys, repeatedly seeking them out.

using your lunch break to talk to the younger bunch, some of them really liked you some of then merely respected you and that was normal within their little society.

talking and lunching, before being found out by the superiors. it was your lunch break, you were mortal and you needed to eat but the segments didnt.

fighting back and through persuasive means you managed to lure a few older clones, little by little.

sweet dinners lit by the firelight and you were able to seduce a couple of older clones into talking, they told you about their plights and you listened.

touchstarved and unloved were the segments, and you could change that. you could. brushing hands and sitting a little closer before ultimately hugging them.

definetly the begginning of the end, and in little to no time did you have an older segment in your lap resting while you ran your fingers across their hair.

then there were two, then three segments, then four, and eight and more. all competing for affection, all yearnin for something they hadnt experienced.

one day IL DOTTORE stepped in though, the real deal, the doctor.

heard of all the talk from within the grapevine, a distraction and there could be no distractions for the segments.

they were an extension of him, carefully crafted to do their individual jobs. careful workers, guarded and alone. a part of his conciousness, and he knew he was indeed guarded and he had no need for any romantic nuisances around.

stepping into a room to find upwards of 4 segments all curled around you as you read a story. this was not bound to happen, not bound to when they needed to work.

he shooes them away, brushing them off before demanding you at once worked directly with him. whisking you away to a far away laboratory.

the doctor himself was cold, cold and harsh with everyone around him. yet with careful consideration, you managed to find the man within him.

soft bribes with the best pastries and careful hugs and caresses and he was under your spell, geez did he come to love you.

you promised him you would stay by his side, keep him company and suddenly a good part of his years looked better than before.

a gruff man, he knew himself to be cold and calculated but you threw him haywire somehow. he didnt know what could be.

until he did, he came to realize you loved him and from there on he didnt let go.

one step at a time, and slowly but surely you entered a state of relationship. a state of pure lovesick bliss.

whether it was romantic dinner dates or soft picnics, he loved it.

he came to tell you bits n pieces of his past and you held him all throughout, holding his face and kissing it gently much to his dismay (pleasure actually, but he wouldnt ever admit that).

as long as you were beside him, he was down.

you loved him and he loved you, and that was a given. even though he was cold and a bit egocentric, he still loved you n only you.

(A/N not proof read or spelling checked or grammae checked, sorey if this isnt what you qanted kinda went off the deep end geez )

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childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

~

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

~

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

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"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

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A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

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WARM TYPE OF LOVE... AFFECTION (W/ DOTTORE)

affection, or love in general was a feeling IL DOTTORE was not familiar with. chased out of his hometown due to his passion for discovery, called a monster by his own people. called a monster by the sumeru scholars after they discovered his rather, eccentric studies.

from an early age, IL DOTTORE or ZANDIK knew he could trust no one but himself.

the idea of devoting one self to another individual, was simply irrational. letting one's feelings guide them through a tightly wound maze, the mere idea or having someone else to share his livelihood, his dreams was, oddly strange.

yet the more he thought about it, thought about you. the more the idea lost its stigma.

(more below ↲)

being his new designated lab assistant, you helped him out with his experiments. albeit rather indirectly, working with his segments instead of with him directly. he saw how most of his many clones seemed to respect you, and not only that, he could notice how they yearned for your presence.

his segments, isolated parts of his consciousness. they represented him, they were him in a way. he promised to himself to only remain loyal to himself, which he thought extended to his segments, yet his clones remained ever so loyal to you. what made you so special? he couldn't understand, that was until he met you in person. he always used his segments to make a public appearance, yet you were a valuable enough resource or person to introduce himself privately to. after all you were sure an admirable mind, with a precision within experiments that can match only himself.

while he knew you were bound to be a worthy assistant, he was surprised on how you managed the projects at hand. as you not only took great interest in the experiments you both worked on, but as well taking an interest in himself, doting on him curiously.

"hey doc, want some of my food?" your voice ringed out curiously throughout the laboratory. it was your self appointed, lunch break. a time where you did nothing but eat, you started giggling as soon as he froze, you always did.

not once taking his eyes off his notes he muttered, softly "i find no need for sustenance, i have no need for... 'snacks'."

he heard you get off your seat, pacing through the room. he stiffened once he felt warm arms snaking through his waist, enveloping him in a back hug. you were exceptionally fond of physical touch, something he did not mind. at all.

especially when he was subjected to... unwanted reactions to the strange stimuli.

"c'mon doc." you burried your face in his neck, which made him feel a certain way, "doc, dot, dottie!"

"what."

"say ahhh-"

he had no reason not to comply, after all you always wished the best for him. opening up his mouth, he clearly saw you sneaking in a small treat. closing his mouth, he savoured the sweet taste despite the plastic-like texture of the treat.

"bubblegum," he gruffed on, "would have much more preferred one of your chocolates."

he could feel your breath on his skin, a tingling feeling that came and went.

"yeah, i know you like the chocolates. but i ate them all.", you grinned, giggling. your signature smile, the root cause of many feeling from within him. the little action that made him fall to his knees every time he saw it.

he shot a nasty look at you. he was not angry at you, he could never truly be.

not after you promised to be his partner in crime for ever and ever. not after you became a constant part of his life, a nice reminder that he was not alone.

not after you took his heart, stole it away, not willing to ever give it back again.

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HOLDING THEIR HAND IN PUBLIC (w/ mondstadt gang)

immediately interlaces their fingers around your hand as they softly smile, holding you as if you are the most delicate glass they've come across. they lean into your touch, very much content.

↪ rosaria, kaeya, DILUC, albedo

they don't make any sudden movement despite their personality, instead they... look away noticibly more nervous than usual? they try to walk away as if nothing has happened, yet there is something bothering them.

↪ EULA, fischl, mona, lisa, RAZOR

looks at you and they start smiling like the sun, they lean in for a quick thoughtful kiss and they gleefully start swinging your hands as they walk with you.

↪ VENTI, BARBARA, amber

they freeze up, hands stiff, mind blank, blushing like an idiot. they look at you pointing at themselves, clearly wondering if your hands are meant for them. you nod, and they seem more upbeat than usual.

↪ BENNET, sucrose, jean, NOELLE

[silvervinewine]

oooo i jus wan dottore to hold me,, would you mind? 🥺 feel free to ignore <3

ALSO OMG you're posting so much im barely opening tumble these days lemme binge read when im not busy SOBS,

JUST THE TWO OF US (W/ IL DOTTORE)

to be frank, the feared IL DOTTORE, rank two fatui harbinger is the softest person you know.

though often obscured by his mask, his features were soft, giving him an almost delicate appearance. his face easy and gentle to the eye, in contrast to his manniacle grin and sharp red eyes. even then you thought, he still looked fragile, a fine example of a perfect dichotomy.

his personality was soft, despite his stern and unforgiving character, he was still a person. a living, breathing person, a person with want and needs. for him, you were an absolute need. he never seemed to get enough of you. stares linger, as you notice him looking at you with kind eyes, once again obscured by his mask. you know him well enough to notice his gaze piercing holes into your skin. turning, intending to catch him in the act, you smile, his face taking on a pink tint his scowl clear, eyes turning away in embarrasment.

his touch was soft, it was in his nature as a doctor for his touch to be precise and calculated, experiments having to be handled with care. even if he was often rather rough with test subjects, he still cared enough for the outcome, the final report and thesis to be turned in. with you though, his touch was soft. he handles you like glass, nervous, fleeting touches, unsure where to go next.

laying in his chest in the middle of an open field, you feel his fingers caressing your face. strong arms around your body. you feel his heartbeat, the rythm strong and steady, just like any other. you bury your face even deeper in his neck. DOTTORE leans into your touch, ghosting his lips over your neck, unable to commit, you tilt your head to the side, his mouth briefly kissing your neck.

a gentle breeze blows, and ZANDIK shivers, hugging you closer seeking the warm comfort of your body. the warm rays of the evening sun shines on your skin, as you lay with your lover, your darling you could say.

the scene is awfully domestic, sickengly so but you couldn't wish to be anywhere else. after all, it was just the two of you, you and your lover forever and ever.

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Hii! I hope you don't mind if I make a request here, because I dont really know where to- Although if you do see this, could you please write headcannons for some of the genshin men (Like Alhaitham, Diluc, etc.) on how they'd act when reader introduces them to their parents? Feel free to ignore this if you dont have time tho!! Thank you sm :)) <33

MEET MY PARENTS (W/ ALHAITHAM, DILUC SEPERATELY)

DILUC: AUTHORITARIAN PARENTS (also commonly known as, "i just want the best for you" parents)

your parents were rather worried about you, after all the man you had brought home was not a lawyer, or a doctor? how would you live with that?

you needed to get a good man, a man that would not be bankrupt any time soon.

needless to say when you brought home DILUC RAGNVINDR, known socialite and sought after bachelor, your parents were more than welcoming.

as soon as he pulled up in his fancy car, with one of his finest suits on, you knew you were in for a ride.

as soon as you welcomed in your boyfriend into your parents' home, was he bombarded with questions.

"where did you study?"

"how much do you make?"

"what are you planning to do with our child?"

"why did you choose them?

just your regular strict parents' shenanigans.

the formal dinner you organized, felt more like an interview, with every single response of his precisely calculated in their wording.

after everything he looks at you with pleading eyes as he paid the bill and left with you.

immediatly hugs you as you arrive at your home.

"felt like he was being watched by hawks."

you chuckle at his comment, as you lay down with him.

"you know, even if they don't look like it" you looked at him, "they actually really really like you."

"i mean you're serious, rich and good looking, everything up to their standard."

he smiled at the comment, after all if he wanted to marry you he would need to get your parent's approval.

AL HAITHAM: AUTHORATIVE PARENTS (also commonly known as, sane parents which love each other very much, #mommy issues)

while somewhat demanding, your parents never really asked much of you.

"just live a happy life, work hard to get what you want and always learn from your mistakes."

you were never asked to get a partner, you were never asked to settle down like this, yet you still chose to get a boyfriend.

AL HAITHAM was always a wallflower, your boyfriend smart academically, stupid socially.

he liked you, you were someone interested in the same things he was, you were someone he could lean on.

you two rode peacefully to the little quaint house your parents' resided on, as soon as you came in you were greeted with cheery smiles and laughs.

the meeting or... hangout spot was a little picnic in a nearby park. a place where you often used to hang out with old friends while sitting around telling stupid jokes while walking around.

you noticed how AL HAITHAM was reluctant to your parents' kindness, while your parents strolled around ocassionally picking up conversation with him he really didn't reciprocate.

you really got it, he wasn't much for small talk.

only ever really nodding or making small comments, chipping in with his commentary here and there.

that was until your mother asked him what he studied, things got real after that.

he looked up and started explaining his past lecture, rambling on about the foreign policies he was interested and the importance of proper storage of information and all that.

yeah needless to say, AL HAITHAM was personally invited to the next big family event by part of your parents' recomendation, he was real glad to have met them.

in reality, even though he did not show it enough, he really appreciated both you and your parents.

(A/N i used some psychology terms to explain the personalities of different parents, sorry if the personalities of these did not apply to your parents. thought this arrangement was necessary as there's no one size fits all in these type of fics.)

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Hiho! Hello! I need some Dottore fluff pls, I had too much dead doves for dinner. Just Dottore listening to reader going on and on about spiders and insects (or reptiles, could be botg depends on you) bc she collects them for a living and then his reaction when one of his minions tries to interrupt you cuz smth urgent. Thx a lot!!

HEART TO HEART (W/ DOTTORE, CW: SPIDERS, MINOR SUMERU ARCHON QUEST SPOILER [1])

"and you know strangely, giant dendro tree spiders," you often liked to ramble around bedtime, i mean when else could you really infodump, "like to live near the roots of petrified trees, they set their webs near the floor. since you know it's far easier to search for food. despite this, they lay their eggs in the branches of the large trees."

"furthermore, these smart critters specifically search for the most secure branch, safe from harsh weather or predators..." you looked at DOTTORE, who was looking at you with crinkled eyes, getting a strand of his hair out of his face as his face flushed. "not the tallest branch, the safest thickest branch."

"so to try to raise a giant dendro tree spider from the egg point, you have to first, not get bitten by a violent spider, and then climb all the way to find the most secure spot, usually deep within the tree and then you have to-"

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! the door flew open, revealing a rather smug omega.

"lord PRIME, i have come back from sumeru with the report on the progress of our knowldge capsules operation, which is going extraordinarily great!"

IL DOTTORE or prime, groaned as he looked at omega. "i do not care for the operation as of now, can't you see we're busy?"

you looked up from your bed, extending your hand, "hi!"

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cuddling with two grown men in a small bed was not the most comfortable, though they wouldn't budge as much as you tried.

"so as i was saying, to get a dendro tree spider to hatch you need a specific conditions to follow, lighting, temperature and humidity have to be set to a strict standard or else the spider eggs will end up-"

"stop hoarding prime!", omega exclaimed as he wrapped his arm against your waist, his body leaning on your side.

prime laid against your chest, your hand deeply nestled through his unruly locks, scratching his scalp. he mumbled face squished in your collarbone, "i'm not hoarding!"

"can i continue?", you rolled your eyes, kissing prime's head. ignoring omega's glare you continued speaking, your voice becoming softer and softer, until there was nothing left but quiet snores.

(all of this information is not canon btw! i know nothing of "giant dendro tree spiders")

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HOW WOULD IT FEEL WITH YOU BY MY SIDE? (W/ DILUC)

↪ IN WHICH DILUC AWKARDLY THINKS ABOUT YOUR TOUCH.

in this exact moment, DILUC RAGNVINDR wishes he could be by your side, he knows he'll see you tommorow, yet the night feels like an eternity. an eternity without you. he knows he shouldn't be clingy, he respects your boundaries like a true gentleman.

but he's still allowed to dream isn't he?

you make everything far better, simple experiences made unforgettable. whenever he was beside you, life became far easier, everything becoming far more colorful. whenever he was beside you, a warm feeling squeezed his heart, making his face heat up.

whenever he was beside you, he felt happy.

which is exactly why he was currently, laying in bed all cold and alone, pillows set aside in a pile. why?

whenever he took a pillow to lay down on, all he could think about was you.

a silly situation, still he could not put his burning thoughts behind. all hypothetical ifs and whats. what if the pillow or in this case you, were uncomfortable with physical contact? what if did not like him slinging an arm around your waist? would you get angry at him? leave him?

he did not like those thoughts.

settling down, he eventually took a pillow and set it a few inches away from his own body. the pillow taking a significant section of the bed, his own body rigid and stiff.

i mean if it was really you, you would be more comfortable that way, right?

his face burned, a familiar red hue creeped up in his face, a color only welcomed by him in your presence. his face uncertain as his wild loose hair tickled his face.

he really wishes you were with him right now.