Imagine Dottore saw her in this beautiful attire and immediately gets conviced that they should have a traditional sumerian wedding can you imagine how beautiful that would be.
A strong grip suddenly enclosed punishingly tight around her chin. Lumine winced, jaw throbbing from old bruising. He seemed to sense he’d aggravated her wound immediately, fingers loosening, just a little. Her chin was tilted up, weary eyes forced to stare into the blank, impersonal mask covering his gaze.
His voice was anything but impersonal. “Who did this to you?” Dottore asked, dulcet tones pitched low and full of teeth. Displeasure radiated off him in waves.
Dottolumi oneshot, Rated M, features dubcon kissing
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In. Out.
In…out.
Inhale- wince- exhale.
Lumine clutched her right side, breaths wheezing in a concerning, strangled way. She could barely see thanks to the gash on her forehead sending blood right into her eyes, but from what she could tell- she'd fallen into a cave.
That last attack must've cracked the earth open.
Hissing out a breath, Lumine tried to sit up from where she lay crumpled in a heap. Dirt rolled off her shoulders, broken rocks scattered where she'd plunged into the ground, creating a small crater like a fallen star.
Everything hurt. Ached. Gritting her teeth, Lumine tried moving her legs-
“AH-! gn…” she groaned, looking miserably down at her throbbing ankle.
In addition to that (sprain or otherwise), she was pretty sure she'd broken her ribs.
Not from the fall, no, she'd fallen further and withstood less injuries- her body had been hardy since birth.
God remains had been unearthed- the Wild Hunt fusing with the devastated structure of its body.
The ancient Nod Krai deity emerged from its slumber half-mad, immediately setting out to destroy the land.
Lumine groaned, trying to rouse her body to move again- only to slump down. A staggered breath hissed from her lungs, head hitting the stone floor again.
Far above, she could see distant sunbeams stretching through the fissure, but no one had seen her fall. Not even Paimon.
Her fingers twitched, stroking her pulsing side gingerly. The horse-god had kicked her with one of its eight legs. She could still feel its giant hoof.
So…tired…
She'd close her eyes and rest, just for a little while. Someone would come looking for her once the stallion was defeated.
Assured, Lumine groggily closed her eyes, swiftly falling unconscious.
—-
By the time she awoke, Lumine immediately noticed how dim the visibility had become. Looking up and weakly summoning pyro, she winced.
The opening she'd fallen in from had been covered- most likely from further attacks of the horse god. Each powerful dive and kick of its legs had set off earthquakes.
Now the rubble had buried her only chance of being found.
Lumine grit her teeth, forcing herself to sit up- gasping at the onslaught of stabbing pain in her side. Trying to ignore it, she propped herself against the cave wall.
Time for plan B.
Patting herself over gingerly, Lumine reached into her skirts pocket, exhaling with relief. Still there. Her Serenitea pot was sitting inside her bag at The Flagship, but she kept a mini version of a Realm Dispatch in her pocket at all times for emergencies.
Now was one of those times.
Activating it, she sank into the familiar, comforting energy of Adeptal arts.
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The first thing she noticed was Tubby's absence. The Teapot spirit never went on vacation, so seeing her usual spot empty was…odd.
In too much pain to question it, Lumine staggered forward, dragging her leg. She hoped one of her healer friends was inside. Doctor Baizhu, Kokomi, Barbara, heck she'd take anyone. There was no way she could manage to cook a meal and force down healing food right then.
Shoving the door to her teapot mansion open with her shoulder, Lumine stumbled inside. Everything spun, her decor doubling and tripling the more she tried to make sense of it. Growing dizzy, she swayed, landing against the wall of her living room and panting softly. Gods she just wanted to stop hurting and-
Wait, was someone visiting?
A tall silhouette could be made out, standing directly in front of her fireplace towards the back of the room. His hands were clasped behind his back, posture straight, immaculate and yet relaxed with confidence.
“I know what you’re probably thinking right now, Descender,” a rich, coaxing voice reached her ears. “How did I survive? How am I standing before you right now when I met my untimely end just a few short weeks ago? Well, I’m delighted to gift you with an answer, you see-”
At this point Dottore turned, freezing in place the moment his attention fell on her. Lumine made a noise of strangled frustration, trying to stifle her wheezing as she gripped the wall desperately to keep herself upright.
Dottore was here. Of all damn people. Now was not the time for this. She could barely think, let alone engage him in a fight. She was at a severe disadvantage, with no allies in sight.
“Don’t…care,” she managed to force out, trembling from either rage or exertion. Probably both. “How- how are you here? In here?”
Inside my home.
“...I took the liberty of copying Tartaglia’s Realm Dispatch a long time ago for such an impromptu visit, should I wish it,” he answered automatically. It was almost as if the response was instinctive, rather than consciously thought about.
“Where's Tubby?” she challenged.
“Who?”
“Big…Teapot bird…”
“Ah,” he nodded slowly, gesturing towards the upper bedrooms. “Taking a nap. Don't worry. I just didn't want our time together interrupted by irrelevant things.”
They then lapsed into silence, save for Lumine’s panting.
Dottore continued standing there, staring at her. She likened him to an actor that had been shoved out on stage and forgotten his lines. His gloating air from just moments ago was gone, replaced with a stunned kind of fixation.
No good, she couldn’t stay upright any longer.
Lumine felt her knees give out, buckling underneath her. She crumpled to the floor, yelping when pain lashed through her body. She cradled her broken ribs tighter, fighting to blink the white spots from her vision.
“Whatever, never mind- just-” she panted, feeling sweat roll down her bloodied forehead. “Get out of here. I’ll deal with you later. I just need- I need to…”
She needed to reach the first-aid kit and…and do what?
Something vibrated, thrummed through the floor- footsteps she realised too late, the sound of him finally reaching her hearing.
Lumine summoned her sword, weakly yanking it up.
His black boot promptly kicked it away, sending her blade skittering across wooden floorboards.
A strong grip suddenly enclosed punishingly tight around her chin. Lumine winced, jaw throbbing from old bruising. He seemed to sense he’d aggravated her wound immediately, fingers loosening, just a little. Her chin was tilted up, weary eyes forced to stare into the blank, impersonal mask covering his gaze.
His voice was anything but impersonal. “Who did this to you?” Dottore asked, dulcet tones pitched low and full of teeth. Displeasure radiated off him in waves.
Lumine attempted to pull her head away, grunting when his grip turned iron once more.
“Why do you care?” she sneered.
For once, the ever talkative doctor didn’t answer. He waited with a pensive kind of silence that elongated into something uncomfortable. Lumine felt herself weakening again.
“Sleipnir,” she mumbled. No sense in hanging onto the answer like a secret, it wasn’t like he cared. “I think that was its name.”
“Hm,” his gloved thumb shifted, brushing over her split lip in a light graze. “An ancient God from the bygone days of Nod-Krai. That explains things. Only something of that power and magnitude could harm someone like you in such a grievous way,” he muttered, almost to himself. He tilted his head, smiling slightly at her. “Thank you, for your punctual response. That will help expedite the process exponentially.”
Expedite…what?
A noise began humming through her ears, so quiet she almost missed it- if she hadn’t experienced it before. Lumine felt her eyes grow heavy. She quickly tried to reach up, grabbing onto him sloppily.
“Don’t-” she managed, before her limbs failed her. She slumped forward, only to feel arms and a warm, solid form press in stiflingly close. She was swept up into an embrace, the tip of a mask digging into her hair. His scent rushed into her tender lungs, the smell of chemicals, soap and antiseptic cloying.
“Now, now. Rest. I’ll take care of everything from here.”
Her world grew dark before she could ask what he meant.
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Her first dimly conscious thoughts upon waking, was that the comforter felt nice. It brushed her chin and swamped her body in cosiness.
Lumine made a happy noise, stretching indulgently, arms rising above her head and toes curling.
Mnn what a great sleep!
“I see you're feeling better. I'm pleased.”
Lumine cracked her eyes open, blinking slowly up at the men sitting beside her. From the looks of things, they were inside her bedroom.
She hummed, smiling dopily. “Dottore? You're…mnf…not supposed to be here,” she slurred.
His gloved hand smoothed her bangs back from her forehead, palm resting there. “The painkillers appear to be working nicely. Good,” he crooned, tilting his head and smiling back at her. “I thought I'd stay here and monitor your recovery personally.”
Recovery? She'd been injured?
Lumine sleepily ran a hand down her body under the covers, noting she was dressed in only her black halter top and panties. A pleasant calm radiated through her system, alongside tingly sensations under her ribs and leg.
Actually- alongside the sense of tranquility, happiness bloomed inside her heart. She hadn't felt this giddy in years.
Lumine grinned up at him. “You undressed me. Perv…pervert-” she reached up, booping the tip of his mask.
Dottore froze. He then gave a silky chuckle, adjusting his mask and catching her palm. “A necessity, I assure you,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You had a punctured lung and three broken ribs, along with a fractured leg. I've never seen you sustain such injuries before, but once you revealed the cause it became clear how your body weakened to such a degree.”
His voice was nice. A coaxing, polite rumble that did funny things to her lower stomach.
“The God known as Sleipnir was known to obliterate armies with a single kick. The fact that you suffered a few broken bones only goes to show your remarkable fortitude, Descender,” he rambled on. Lumine was only half paying attention, wrestling her hand free of his grip and sitting up. Now that she'd broken the taboo barrier of touching him, her fingers itched for more. She reached up and ran her hand through the black feathers covering his left shoulder. She was delighted to discover they felt fluffy. “When fused with the Wild Hunt, it appears the horse gained corrosive abilities similar to that of Rifthounds. A strike from that God infused with corrosion entered your body, stopping it from regenerating as it usually would,” Dottore continued, accepting her curious petting calmly.
Lumine poked at the metal bird mask sitting on his other shoulder. “Does this come off?”
“Yes. I wear it whenever I need to do some welding on machines,” he muttered, allowing her to remove it from his person and slide the metal thing over her head. She giggled, the sound muffled.
“Fortunately, the issue has been dealt with. You won't be facing that creature again.”
Lumine faced him, peering out from the bird masks’ blue eye holes. “Mn? What do you mean?”
“I took care of it.”
She didn't understand. She could vaguely remember facing that colossal beast. It was bigger than Azhdaha. Fiercer. With a stomp it wiped out a Ratnik base, sending trees, wagons and roads flying.
But he'd dealt with it so easily?
Dottore smiled patiently, leaning in. “When my favourite little bird is injured, it's only right that I splint her wing, isn't it? Likewise, I should also destroy the crass barbarian that shot her down. Only I have the privilege of tormenting you.”
He reached out, booping the beak of the metal mask. He then stood and turned away.
“Well, rest up. I'll come to call on you again~”
“Wait,” Lumine mumbled, catching his sleeve. She huffed and removed the metal monstrosity from her head, putting it aside. “You helped. You're evil, and suck. But…don't you want anything? Payment?”
Dottore paused. He fell quiet, shifting to face her slowly.
“An intriguing offer,” he mused, sitting down again. “Would you agree to work with me-”
Lumine lifted her arms, forming an ‘x’ and shaking her head. “Nooope. Too much. Aim lower.”
He tsked, unable to fight a grin. “I see we must haggle our payments like merchants now. Very well, how's this?”
His face was much closer suddenly. Arms caged her in, trapping her between the bed and his body.
Lumine blinked slowly. When he tilted his head slightly, breath dancing across her lips, her mind was perfectly blank. She didn't think about his cruelty, his status as her enemy. The haze of pleasant relaxation refused to allow her to tense up. She felt so good, drifting on clouds.
She reached up and removed his mask like it was something she did every day. Dottore stilled like she'd frozen him.
The upper half of his face was covered in cybernetic black metal. A single star shaped core sat between where his eyes should've been, glinting with orange light.
It looked as though his upper skull had been hollowed out to make room for the core. In Lumine’s painkiller-soaked mind, he vaguely reminded her of a ruin guard.
A fierce kiss crashed to her mouth, his bottom lip catching beneath hers.
“Mfph-!” Lumine squeaked, unprepared. One of his hands curled, cupping the back of her neck and forcing her to stay in place as he deepened the kiss; tongue grazing before forcing itself into her mouth.
There was no stopping the strangled cry that bubbled out from her throat, practically choking as his lips, teeth and tongue devoured her.
She wrenched her head back into the pillows as far as possible, biting down.
Dottore made a gruff noise, stopping for a moment. He licked at his mouth, the lens of the core in his head adjusting, as if dilating.
Lumine panted wildly. She watched him watch her, their chests heaving.
When their lips met again, it was a mutual clash of teeth.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, finding it surprisingly soft- and pulled on it the way she'd been dying to. Dottore groaned into her mouth, tugging the cover off her body and running his freehand over her waist and hip, tightening around it to pull her against him tightly.
“I was ready to hate you, after you so unjustly stabbed me in the back, and sided with my former comrades,” he uttered in a thick, sonorous voice. “I gave you so many chances…”
Lumine abandoned his hair to slide her hands down along his jaw and the tendons of his neck to hold his shoulders, licking inside his mouth and bucking her hips.
“But I am a generous God,” Dottore groaned, dragging his teeth down to her neck and nipping. His palm slid under her bra, cupping and squeezing. “I will allow you to wander and loathe me freely, but know that all roads lead back to me, beloved Fell Star.” He held her as she moaned, arching against him beautifully. He brought smug, smiling lips to her ear. “Sooner or later, you'll require my help, and it won't be to fight ancient horses or fix your broken body.”
Lumine pried her eyes open from where they'd squeezed shut in bliss, his hand driving her crazy. She forced herself to look at him, facing the unapologetic fervor in his expression.
“When the time comes, I hope you'll be wise enough to discard that enchanting pride of yours,” he purred, leaning in to deliver a quick, patronising kiss. “I'll be kind enough not to ask you to beg for me.”
And just like that, the euphoric bliss washing over her body fell away. It was as if she'd been dunked into the ice cold waters of Snezhnaya. The self assured victory oozing out of his smirk, like he'd conquered her, immediately woke Lumine up.
She rankled against him like a stubborn mule, hissing out a snarl.
“As if I would, you vile, arrogant, son of a-!”
“COMPADRE! Yoooo, are you here? Me n’ Kuki thought we'd stop by!”
Lumine and Dottore both froze. They looked over to the door of her bedroom.
“We found this dog-boy out front, too! Can we keep im’? Seems like he could use some TLC.”
“Boss, you can't just keep people…”
“Razor is not dog! Razor is person! Wolf, but person.”
Dottore slowly sat back, tension rolling off him in waves. His jaw tightened, and he reached into his pocket, fishing out a device.
Lumine quickly caught his hand. She shook her head, hoping she was shooting him a murderous expression.
“Don't hurt them,” she hissed lowly. “You got what you came for; I'm successfully rattled. Now leave. I'm sure I'll have the misfortune of seeing you again soon.”
“Oh sweet, naive Descender,” that aggravating smile returned to his face. He put on his mask, before suddenly reaching down and grabbing her ass, pulling their hips flush together. The throbbing outline of his cock nestled scorching hot against her panties, rubbing a little against her clothed, wet opening.
Despite herself, Lumine shivered, inner walls clenching around nothing, aching. Aching to be filled.
He tucked his chin against the crook between her neck and shoulder, licking a hot wet hot brand up her skin and panting softly into her ear; “I didn't get what I came for. Not even close.”
By the time the door swung open, Kuki's protests yelling out in the background, Itto found Lumine sitting alone upon her bed. She tugged the covers around her waist, smiling tightly.
“Hey there!” he bared his teeth in a big grin. “How come you didn't say anything? Wait, are you sick? It's 4pm and you're still in bed- ahk!”
Kuki removed her elbow and stepped in front of him as the oni doubled over, clutching his side. “You can't just enter a girl's room with no warning, Boss. Told you this before,” she sighed, glancing over apologetically. “Sorry.”
“It's no problem,” Lumine waved it off, tensing the moment Razor entered the room, scenting the air.
“Smell…blood,” he mused grimly. “And strange things. Medicine…but also…” his brows furrowed, ears perking. He then looked at Lumine and blushed, backing off. “Um…Razor go outside now. Bull-man and mask girl should come too!”
Lumine suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Left alone again (Kuki and Razor successfully pulling a confused Itto from the room), she buried her face in her hands and collapsed onto the bed.
She'd need to teleport back to Nod-Krai soon and show her friends- heck show Paimon that she was alright. She'd also need to assess the damage left behind by Sleipnir, and see how exactly Dottore had ‘dealt’ with it.
Her fingers met her lips, tracing over them slowly.
It was the painkillers. That was all it had been. A lapse in judgement. An…indulgence, if she'd enjoyed it at all. Which she hadn’t.
Lumine sat up, carefully moving her legs out from under the covers and touching down on the floor like a newborn deer. Standing unsteadily, she faced a mirror.
The smooth, unblemished skin of her waist looked immaculate. Her leg felt strong and sure. No scar marred her forehead. She'd literally skipped weeks, if not months of recuperation over the space of a few hours.
Maybe one little kiss wasn’t too steep a price to pay, but…
Lumine touched her face, cupping her blisteringly warm cheek.
But that, the glassy eyed stare looking back at her, was unacceptable.
Do I truly desire this journey, or is it just that I cannot escape it?
If I could fill the void in my heart with a mere snap of fingers ... Can I really say that I wouldn't indulge?
The very reason why I'm now wearing the clothes Aether had gifted me ... It's him.
When the chance presented itself with no drawbacks in the way, I immediately took it.
Doesn't that ... Prove his point?
Doesn't that make us similar, in a way?
I'm no hero.
And maybe ... It scares me.
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