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💫Dottore

1. Cold Shoulder 🌑

a late night with your distant fiancee

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Pantalone x reader | Integrity angst | 0.9k | gn!reader

You find him exactly where you expect to find him. Far off in the snow-covered garden, where only the loudest of the violins can be heard, the rest of the music swallowed by the darkness between here and the banquet hall in the distance. 

The glowing tip of his cigarette calls out to the stars in the sky, as if answering their calls. 

“Already?” you ask. This isn’t the first one, you know, but it’s the first one you caught him smoking. 

“Dottore’s subjects have done worse things to themselves, haven’t they?” Pantalone turns towards you with a pleasant smile. Taking your hand into his, he brings it to his lips and plants a kiss to the back of your palm. 

“Subjects, not patients,” you scoff. He gives you a long look, then laughs.

“I suppose I have been promoted,” he agrees, “Did you come to scold me?”

His voice is playful, underneath it lies poorly masked exhaustion. He must’ve decided you’re not worth the effort - or worth the sliver of honesty. Or maybe he’s just that tired. It’s hard to say which it is, it doesn’t matter much in the end. 

“I just wanted to see you,” you say. It’s not a lie because you’ve already learned a long time ago that half-truths and half-obscured meanings are the most efficient way of communicating with the Regrator. 

“Here I am,” he takes a long drag of the cigarette, the last before he flicks the butt into the snow. You watch the last of its embers die just as he lights another. He truly has no mercy on his fresh pair of lungs. “You might want to leave if watching me smoke bothers you.”

It does - not enough to leave, not enough as it probably bothers his personal surgeon. There are worse things happening in the world than a man fighting against mortality running towards death. 

“How much is left before you stop being you?” you wonder aloud. A question unoriginal - he’s mumbled it into your hair a few nights ago, half-asleep and probably too out of it to remember. But you do - you remember. And the tremble of his voice stuck with you, nestled itself between the wrinkles of your brain and decided to haunt you every time you looked at your lover.

His altered eyes, his scarred body, all the replaced parts beneath the skin.

Pantalone pauses. He stares towards the sky first, then towards the horizon. Neither holds an answer, you assume, because then he faces you. 

He blows smoke into your face. It mingles with the freezing air of the night and makes you choke and cough as much as you haven’t expected it. He’s still smiling, always smiling, through everything, that curve of his lips etched into his features like rivers into the ground. In his grave, he’ll probably still be smiling.

“We agreed not to bring up personal issues in public,” he raises a brow at you.

“Who says I’m talking about you,” you tut, “There’s plenty of people who had a piece of them replaced. Have you ever walked the streets of Nod-Krai? So many of the people there have artificial limbs and more.”

His eyes follow you as you step closer. That same face, that same expression, but his gaze grows cautious. You take a brief scan of your surroundings - but who’d venture this far into the arctic night when the ball is in full swing inside, enveloped in warmth, surrounded by delicacies and comfort.

“Oh? So I expect you have your opinion on the issue, don’t you?” Caution. Still the caution. Can he not be bothered to pretend amusement, or is it- the same set of questions. Regardless of the true answer, he must be on the brink of collapse. 

“Perhaps,” you come closer still, enough for your coats to rub against each other. 

You slip a hand between the fabric, laying your palm against his chest. His brows furrow only slightly. The skin remains sensitive even though the wound no longer hurts. You can feel the edges of where the doctor stitched his gaping chest back together. 

“See, I think that as long as you can feel, it might still be you,” you murmur. It’s a rare windless night. “Your heart is beating so fast. I thought cigarettes are supposed to act as sedatives.”

Maybe not with how fast he’s burning through them. Who knows.

Pantalone watches you without a word, smoking slowly. His heart keeps beating all the same. Pounding, beating out of his chest towards you. 

Eventually, the cold gets too much. You sigh. Your hand falls back to your side, hidden under your own cloak. He doesn’t stop you when you step back and give him a curt nod, nor when you turn away and start walking.

“You never call me by my name anymore,” he calls after you eventually. Quietly. Just enough for you to hear. You turn back.

“I wonder if you’ll still recognize it when I do,” you hum. The night really is too cold to linger, though.

He chuckles behind you. He must be at least halfway through this cigarette too already.

“I’ll be there soon,” he says. 

It sounds somewhat like a promise, though you’re not sure you were supposed to hear.

[fisshbones]

When you two fight: Dottore.

Tw/Cw: Unhealthy relationships, not proofread.

When you fight: 18 Who is truly trying to hold it together and not lash out at you. Your persistence of trying to help him with things annoys him to no end. Who thinks you’re getting in his way of greatness. Who immediately crumbles as soon as you are out of sight. 18 cannot stand when tensions rise and you start getting snippy with him. When you start ignoring him all together he’ll be at your door at midnight apologizing to you through it. Just let him in let 18 plead his case and move on from this whole ordeal; can’t you see how sorry he is?

When you fight: 25 Who says whatever he has to say in order to “take you down a peg.” His voice will barely raise an octave higher when arguing with you to see if you’ll backtrack from this little “outburst” of yours. Who doesn’t apologize when it’s all over. He just moves on with his day and expects you to do the same

When you fight: Omega Who is not above raising his voice at you telling you to leave the lab all together. “The lab is no place to have a breakdown” he’ll tell you. Not to mention he’ll ignore you days on end if it comes down to it. Omega, unlike his younger segment will not apologize under any circumstance. Even if he’s in the wrong he will expect you to do the apologizing. Depending on how long it’s been since the fight started he might even tell you to get on your knees and tell him why he should start giving you love and affection again.

When you fight: 45 Who doesn’t let the fight last more than a few hours at most. He’s the most level headed segment when it comes to you; only beaten by the original Zandik. He’s accidentally raised his voice at you a few times and he immediately takes a deep breath and apologizes for it almost immediately. He likes the relationship between you two and doesn’t wish to see i perish over that stupid tone of voice. He’s the fairest when it comes to forgiveness. Whenever something happens he expects whoever is at fault to apologize first, then the other will follow up with their sorries.

When you fight: 65 Who just speaks matters a factly and didn’t expect to unintentionally hurt you in the process. While he doesn’t think he did anything wrong, he’ll still apologize for it. It may take a few hours for him to say it, and it sounds like the most forced apology ever; but he rather just get this over with than let the tension linger any longer.

When you fight: 85 Who expects you two to calmly discuss the issue at hand. He has no time for mind games at his old age. If you need a breather by yourself go on and take it; afterwards he hope you’ll be able to have a quiet talk about what is going on currently. The end goal is that by the end of the night you two can be cuddled in bed together with no lingering feelings or worries about the earlier squabble.

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Cold Shoulder

[Dottore x Reader]

heh this is a one shot so be cautious of any mistakes traveler!

Summary: a late night attempt of affection to your distant harbinger husband.

Frost laced the windows of the bedroom, the whole space dim and dull, the only source of light was the soft glow of the moon above. There was naught but ashes in the fireplace, not a single candle lit or lamp to fill your and Dottore's shared room with warmth. It was frigid, and your thin silken robe and solitary blanket was of no help.

hands trembling, you reached out to the harbinger whom you called your fiancée, a guarded man who had a sweet spot for you. Right?

You listened to his tenfolds of plans and schemes and tended dearly to him and his projects, in exchange for what could be deluded as affection.

The second the tip of your index finger made contact with Dottore's back you were met with a whip of blue hair then sharp red eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dottore hissed. You could see his disapproving scowl even in the darkness.

Not an uncharacteristic reaction from your dearest.

"It's so cold.." you said softly, meeting his glower with a pair of melancholy eyes. "..I was merely seeking warmth my love."

"It is not your affection I seek, woman."

It was times like this that made you wonder if Dottore even cared for you.

It was all the accumulative times like this that made you increasingly desperate for his attention.

You exhaled, closing your eyes for a few seconds, and tried to interact with your fiancée again.

"It's been a long day, hm?"

Silence answered you.

You hated the silence that constantly enveloped you when you were with him.

"Pantalone mentioned you were working on some lightning prisms—"

A large scarred hand clamped around your mouth and irritated crimson eyes met your tired (eyecolour) ones.

Dottore glared at you with his brows knit tightly.

He was appalled by your inability to take a hint. He did not want to be poked at and annoyed during prime ruminating hours, or any hour for that matter.

You were startled, but at your core you weren't shocked.

"It's 12am, I advise that you rest your mouth." He seethed, only inches away from your face.

There was a lump in your throat that couldn't quite be swallowed, and a burn behind your eyes that you ignored.

Pushing off of the spot directly beside your head, Dottore grunted as he left your bed, storming off towards the balcony with a book.

Your fiancee left the door ajar, and you felt a wave of chills ripple across your body.

With bleary vision, you pulled the thin blanket over your face leaving your legs somewhat exposed to the frosty air.

Perhaps you pushed him too far tonight; perhaps tomorrow night he'll accept your affections like he did in the earlier days.

A/N: first fic on this account yay! My last exams are done by Wednesday so feel free to request fics for the summer :D

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Got an angsty Dottore oneshot in my drafts yall🫡#First fic on this account kinda nervous🥹

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A Fungi Mess Encounter!

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。I can not guarantee a part two a this is just an experiment on my part :P

Zandik was… known to be the heretic child.

Unwanted and unloved by everyone who has met him.

When the people of his village chased him away, he barely survived the cold forest if it weren’t his own will and brain that helped him live another day. Ever since that day, the child in him has long since loathed those people from his village.

When he was of age to be able to attend the Akademiya. Those emotions that were held back from his childhood resurface, as he felt… happy. Joyful. That he was able to accomplish something all to himself even after those many hardships.

Even after being chased away.

Being unloved.

Unwanted.

Heretic.

Zandik truly believed that he may be able to accomplish his goals without any mistakes.

… and he was wrong to believe such a thing.

Because even within the walls of the Akademiya, he was still looked upon like a monster. Someone that wasn’t worth time and space. Someone who became a pariah within the place he has hoped to look at him with equality.

‘Such childish hope I had…’ he pursed his lips, his eyes glared at the grass beneath his feet, ‘Why… why did I even think such a thing?’

Truly, no one truly wanted Zandik.

PLASH

The sudden sound startled the young teen from his sulking form within the forest near the Akademi. Curious, he shifted and peered out to where the sound was from. To say he was surprised was an understatement, he was perplexed to witness a girl—his age, he believes—struggling or manhandling a smaller blue fungi.

The girl was manhandling the creature at the edge of a small stream near where he was. She was—in his point of view—trying to give something to the creature. What was the concoction made Zandik curious, afterall, the girl seemed to be determined to give it to the blue fungi that she was fighting—one-sidedly. 

“Abi! You have to consume the elixir so that the process wouldn’t be tooO—AAA!”

The girl fell ungracefully onto the water. The fungi floated above her, jumping from side to side seemingly looking victorious for making the girl fall to her own humiliation.

Zandik almost laughed at the comical sight. Almost. As he looked at the girl, who was now looking at the fungi—Abi, as she calls them—angrily. He was curious why she was putting that much effort with the fungi, but at the same time, he believed she looked so idiotic.

“Abi!” the girl yelled at the floating fungi, “Seriously, you have to consume the elixir so that I can get the spores without hurting you!”

‘Oh?’ Zandik almost scoffed at her words, ‘She made an elixir so that fungi wouldn’t get hurt? Why would she waste that much materials for something she could easily buy at the market?’

“I don’t like how each time I harvest your spores you look so… hurt…” he heard the girl speak to the creature.

‘Why does she talk so intimately to a lower creature?’ Zandik thought, still observing the girl. ‘If I had to guess which Darshan she’s in… she’s most likely from Amurta.’

“I made sure the elixir won’t hurt you! I promise!” the girl cried out as the fungi swirled a bit higher from the girl. “Oh come on!”

Seeing as there wasn’t much was going on, Zandik chose to leave as he had seen as much. But as he stood, his foot got stuck by a stay vine that tangled his ankle. This made him let out a yelp as he tripped and tumbled down from where he was.

The sound of someone screaming and falling startled you and Abi. You turned to where or who it was, and to your surprise a blue-minted hair landed—ungracefully—near the stream you stood.

You looked down at the twitching person, then glanced up at Abi, who also looked at the person with curiosity. “Um… you… okay there?”

You asked as you crotch down a bit at the person. You heard a groan, then the person—weakly—got up from his fall. If the person's unannounced presence startled you, will his bright ruby eyes mesmerize you.

“Uh, you good?” you asked again, trying to shake how enchanted his eyes were. “You stumbled quite… hard there.”

He glared at you, which made you backed away like a person backing away from a scared wild cat. You watched him getting up fully and dusting off the dirt that stuck on him during the fall. You tilted your head as you took notice of how you looked a bit familiar. You just couldn’t place where. 

You stumbled a bit when you felt a nudge from your left arm. You looked down to see Abi nuzzling your arm, you smiled at them. “Ah, so now you’re being obedient? Very cheeky, Abi.”

“Why are you so attached to a lower classed creature?”

You glanced back at the boy again, you thought back to his words then giggled. He looked at you strangely, as if you had a second head. “Sorry, it’s just that, hehehe, if I would get mora each time someone mentions that. I would be able to afford a whole new set of materials for my next thesis.”

You laughed a bit, patting Abi’s bouncy head. “But to answer your question, I simply love learning beyond human relationships, you know?”

“Beyond human relationships?” the boy muttered, “But why a fungi though?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess they just simply looked so cute. Plus, I needed the spores for my studies.”

You gently grabbed Abi’s form then poured the elixir on them. Once the elixir was done, the blue fungi floated out from your arms and swirled towards the boy. They hid behind him and nudged his back, using him as a shield.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad!” you said, glaring at the hiding fungi.

The boy raised a brow while looking at Abi then you. “Although getting spores from the source is quite good for saving mora. Isn’t killing them the only way to get them? How are you going to get the materials without killing this fungi?”

As you were about to answer the boy, Abi swirled back at you with full force. You yelled at the sudden attack and fell ungracefully on the water with a splash. Before you could scold your fungus friend, noticing that they were swirling erratically.

“Abi?”

“Wooossh…!”

“!?”

Before you knew it. Both you and the boy got splashed with fungus spores. Coughing out the dust, you noticed that Abi was still releasing more spores. Not wanting to waste any materials, grabbing your fungus friend then jogging to your bag where you took a stash to let them release the remaining spores inside.

Once the last bits of the spores finally were done. You cheered happily, “These are more than the ones in the market! Good job, Abi!”

You got smacked on the head the moment you turned to praise your fungus friend. Wincing at the pain, the blue fungus was having a tantrum based on their behavior.

“Was the elixir supposed to replicate some sort of laxative?”

You heard the boy say, as you turned to his unimpressed face. “Uh, yeah. Um, you got some… a little bit of spores… over there..”

He looked at you with an unreadable look, then turned to where he came from. “I have wasted time entertaining this. And my uniform is ruined.”

You perked up, scrambling your things. “Wa-wait! Sorry for the mess, but I can—”

“No need.”

You stiffed at his harsh tone, he turned to glance back at you. “I had believed that you were worth observing but it seems I was wrong to assume. Good day.”

You watched as the boy marched out from your sight. Looking up at Abi, who was floating looking at the boy then at you.

You smiled anxiously at them. “Seems like I made a mess… again.”

“Wooo…!”

HAHAHAHAHAHA I have no idea where I was going with this short story, but yeah. That's how MC met with Zandik. What an encounter :D I'm also experimenting with the Tumblr border and stuff :00 (so pretty, hehehe)

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Ouuuu this is gooddd

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Dottore

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HELP ME FIND AN OLD DOTTORE FIC PLEASE‼️‼️

- Dottore values his work sm more than the reader

- The readers neglected and not in a good place

- Dottores like deranged (shocker)

- The readers goodbye gift is burning his work and papers with her inside the building too

Please help yall🥹

I remember eating it UP like 4 years ago

Update I found the fic: Tainted Glass

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freaking schools getting in the way of genshin💔

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WHO YALL PULLING FOR?

Lohen

Mavuika

Both (dang you're rich🥹)

Voting ended onJun 8

[akamigi]

lohen teaser redraw heh

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WHO PULLING FOR LOHEN