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boundinparchment · 9 months

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Blasphemous Rumors - V

“Marry me.” He said it with such blasé that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. Silence surrounded the two of you and he leaned down and tilted his head, watching you like a specimen under a microscope. “Just for a year. A marriage of convenience. Consider it nothing more than a harmless experiment for the sake of curiosity.” Il Dottore/Female reader with established personality. Slow-ish burn. Semi-enemies to lovers. On AO3 here. Likes, reblog, and comments appreciated.

You peered out between the crack in the doors at the back of the cathedral. Every pew was full. Breakfast, what little you had of it, churned in your stomach. Your hairpins were too tight and you fought the urge to fix them.

The front steps were packed to the brim with common folk shivering in their coats and furs, eager to get a glimpse of you despite the bitter cold. Why would the inside of the church have been any different?

Everyone seemed accounted for. You had gone through the guest list extensively; it was far too long for your liking.

And it was far too late to back out now.

The high collar and long lace sleeves of your dress were soft, rather than irritating; you were right to have chosen the shop you worked with. Your final fitting had induced tears, both of lamentation and awe; you only wished you shared such a moment with anyone other than the Tsaritsa. Who were you to deny an Archon, after all?

She gifted you the veil that now covered your hair and face, as light as freshly fallen snow.

Part of you wished, hoped, that perhaps you might catch a familiar shape in the crowd. But as far as you could see, neither of your parents were present. As expected. Your father wouldn’t have been in good shape to attend, at any rate.

All that waited for you was a Harbinger, dressed in white, and the Tsaritsa beyond.

You rehearsed this for the past few days with the Omega Segment acting in its master’s place. The very act did nothing but weigh on your nerves like your boss weighed his mora. It was infuriating, actually, that Lord Dottore did not deign to show up to his own rehearsal ceremony. He had that luxury. You were required to appear. After all, you had no copies of yourself to delegate tasks to and you were the only one in the ceremony who would do more than just stand and speak.

Typical Harbinger. Others suffered while they reaped the benefits of their positions.

Running would get you nowhere except a shallow grave.

You agreed to this. You gave your word. And such a position would give you plenty of information to pass on.

The music started, the doors opened, and on beat, you began the long trip down the aisle.

Your grip on your flowers tightened as you went. The bouquet in your hands was a monstrous thing, flowers practically spilling out of it in an array of irises, cecilias, glaze lilies, and an overabundance of greenery. The florist had gotten far too overzealous and you wish you hadn’t been so tired during those meetings. Around you, the church was sparsely decorated except for the long carpet you walked on. All eyes were, inevitably, be drawn to you.

Brides were supposed to smile, you reminded yourself. You hoped your smile only felt tighter than it looked.

Lord Dottore was dressed in mostly white and, naturally, not without that feathery mechanical thing draped over his shoulder like a mink pelt. His mask was black with blue accents, different than usual mask he shared with Omega. The tails of his coat were accented with bright blue, matching his waistcoat, and it even looked as though he repurposed the usual dangling tubes into accessories for his suit jacket. Across his chest, a red sash, not unlike the Tsaritsa’s, denoting his station and affiliation. A bright and luminous aquamarine gem was nestled into a pin at the base of his throat, floating above a white cravat.

Despite the upper half of his face being covered, he did a decent job of appearing enamored: a tilt of the head; a charismatic smirk that passed for charming; a shifting of his weight as he fixed his cuffs. If you didn’t know any better, you might have believed it yourself.

As you approached, you realized his shirt wasn’t black but a deep blue, almost as deep as the midnight sky back home.

You caught the quickest glance at his sharpened teeth when he attempted to match your smile. It came off more like a snarl as you passed your flowers to an attendant and took Dottore’s awaiting hands.

You shared his sentiments. Your feet were already aching and the event had barely begun.

The Tsaritsa spoke of a blur of sentiments that, perhaps in any other situation, would have brought you to tears. Selflessness (impossible for the man before you), a reciprocity of compromise and challenge (only out of necessity to keep your job), sharing in the accomplishments of another (again, impossible for your future husband) were things that, surely, the crowd collected here knew to be absolute bullshit. Il Dottore, Second of the Fatui Harbingers, was infamous for his ruthlessness, his lack of humanity, unwavering resolution for knowledge at any cost.

Hell, you even severely compromised on traditions that might have added authenticity. Normal couples celebrated in Snezhnaya for at least two days; a marriage for a high-ranking military official would have warranted far more. Back home, it was still common to practice the tradition of ransom for the bride but that required your parents and you caught a muttered remark about the cost of your ring. Betrothal and Crowning were replaced with a simpler ceremony that would not insult the Tsaritsa while remaining true to Dottore's sentiments towards godhood (absolute bullshit, in his opinion).

He cared little for ritual. Ritual was nothing more than unsubstantiated nonsense to explain a world instead of looking closely for answers. So long as everything was legal, it didn't matter to him otherwise.

In exchange, both of you would instead endure a tour of the main city for photographs before the reception. Pantalone's idea. Of course.

Would anyone really believe the two of you were serious about this…

The Tsaritsa did though.

Didn't she?

You tried not to marvel at Lord Dottore's long fingers when he removed his gloves to exchange vows and rings.

His recitation was, of course, perfect. If he wasn't a scientist, you were certain he might have been a stage actor in another life. Dottore's touch lingered as he carefully arranged both of your rings and slid them home, ensuring they nested into one another perfectly.

Compared to your pair of rings, his appeared plain when you slid it on after affirming your vows in return. Then again, this union meant nothing and his adornments were always more about his rank and their functionality. An unassuming band of platinum suited him just fine.

Touching him was less a sparking jolt at the sensation of skin on skin and more akin to a burn, as if thawing one's hands in front of a roaring fire after a day in the tundra.

The Tsaritsa spoke again, giving closing remarks. You wanted to pull away already but there was little choice in the matter. Dottore's fingertips were curled into yours, the smallest amount of contact you could get away with already, and it wouldn't take much for him to decide that you weren't playing along.

"…your union will be sealed with a kiss."

Lord Dottore's shoulders squared instantly and you felt the tension run into his fingers, now feeling more like curled claws. Fuck. Of all things you had discussed…practiced, even (you stepped on his feet more times than you cared to consider and yet still had your feet). Had both of you truly forgotten…

The longer neither of you moved, the worse this was going to be. You felt expectant gazes and heard a soft wave of whispers. Convincing. This needed to appear true—

You let go of Dottore's hands and you were thankful that he took the cue to lift the edge of your veil. Disappointment sunk in your stomach as he kept his head as level as possible, preventing you from sneaking a look up his mask. You stepped forward to close the distance, cupping his cheek with your left hand before you tilted your head to the side and pressed your lips to his. Fluid, smooth, natural.

That was your role, you reminded yourself. It would take both of you to make this work.

His lips were soft, as warm as his hands (warmer, perhaps, you considered). As human as any other person you kissed before. You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his ears turning pink, before he ducked down and captured your lips again, finally back on track.

He turned his head to break the kiss but didn't pull away immediately.

"Quite efficient, Accountant," Lord Dottore whispered.

His words tickled your neck and threatened to send a shiver down your spine.

The closest you would never get to gratitude.

Touring the city was excruciating. In-between trying to put names to faces and track who was speaking to whom, you waved and smiled from the carriage window, thankful the gray clouds were holding off their inevitable snowfall. Every stop meant a photo, meant standing too close to your husband, all the while hoping you came off as shy and dutiful rather than stiff and uncomfortable.

The schedule left little time for breaks. You managed to nurse a glass of water, fix your makeup, and gather your remaining strength as an attendant bustled your dress before you entered the Palace Ballroom, arm in arm with the Harbinger.

If your husband was a different person, you would have pushed back on his insistence to get the first dance out of the way as soon as you were in the room. But you agreed with him and it was better to get it over with.

As rehearsed, you took your position, thankful all the while he had slid his gloves back on as soon as you were in the carriage hours ago. Bad enough you had to be essentially pressed up against him for this. You would rather eat glass than touch him again, especially if he was going to feel warmer than he truly was.

He smelled more pleasant than you usually experienced. The lack of viscera and disinfectant helped. This close, closer than you had been all day as he led exactly on beat, you caught hints of musk, along with sandalwood, mint.

Dottore pulled you flush against him after spinning you out, angling his head towards the crook of your neck.

"Relax your shoulders," he muttered. "You're resisting the rhythm and making this harder than necessary. All that convincing work earlier can be undone quite easily, Accountant."

"Is that a threat, my lord?" you teased, passing off a playful smile.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth but it didn't stay long. He was quiet in the carriage, professional. Other than his vows, he barely said a word to you all day.

"For once, not from me."

You schooled your face, instead resting your chin on his shoulder as the mantle's feathers brushed against your cheek. It was much softer than you expected.

What had you missed? Other than perhaps appearing, as any person might, a little weary during the tour, you had been nothing but polite and warm during any interactions with guests.

"Even one as erudite as myself knows to move with the music and the flow of the event. Stop thinking, Accountant."

You tried to ignore the slight squeeze of his arm around you; it was a little too tight to be assuring. Focusing on the music, a song you could hum in your sleep by now, you tried to relax your shoulders and hips and follow through with the sway of each step. The song ended; its final note was cut short by the sharp sound of knives on glass. You fought a grimace, realizing your guests were goading you to kiss again.

This time, the Harbinger was quicker, stealing your lips as soon as you lifted your head from his shoulder.

"Better," Dottore whispered as he pulled away. "By the end of this, you might even fool yourself."

You threw him the same smile and demure look as you did in the jewelry store and fixed his cravat to stifle the urge to punch him.

"Are you sure I won't fool you, Lord Harbinger?"

"I'd like to see you try."

The socializing took the longest. The Harbingers themselves, although never without a quip to throw, were civil enough. You led most of the conversations once the two of you reached the tables of dignitaries and nobles, Dottore falling back to either have more in-depth discussions or to observe, as he often did. Eventually, it was just you when he muttered something about getting air and you were determined to get greetings and gratitude off your plate before dinner.

Your head swam as you recalled every single face, every name, every seating arrangement. It wasn't that different from data, from account numbers, balances. No one would call you an extrovert by any means but the only thing keeping you going was the very knowledge that Dottore was not going to do it. Such things were not worth his time. Without his Segments in normal situations, he was protective of his time; now, it was your turn to fill in the gaps.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes at yourself. Your duty was to the people of Snezhnaya and beyond. Your duty was your family. This marriage was a means to an end. You only played your part because if you didn't, the consequences were far, far worse than you wanted to consider.

You were partway through the final table when you felt a hand on your elbow and you saw everyone at the table straighten considerably, as if they were puppets ready to perform. Instead of any kind of introduction or pleasantry, however, Dottore turned his attention to you, his hold gentle.

"Dorogáya moya, come eat before your plate gets cold."

You felt your face flush at the use of the term, both at the familiarity and the double meaning. Over the last few weeks, you learned that he was not a native to Sneznhaya, as you were, but he spoke the language so fluently one would never know.

With a smile, you let yourself be taken to the head table, where the first course of many sat waiting for you. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of food. You'd been hungry since before the ceremony. Now that you looked, you noticed that the wait staff were well into bringing out dishes, carrying trays over their shoulder.

Funny that he would come find you when he left you alone to tackle the ridiculous social obligations of his station. Then again, Lord Dottore couldn't exactly have you fainting at your own wedding.

"So, I'm expensive, am I?" you asked, glancing through your peripheral at him as you took a long sip of water.

You half-entertained wine earlier but you needed your faculties and wits about you. Water was best.

"If time was a currency, yes," Dottore turned his head to you, fork and knife still poised on the plate. "Surely you can quantify how much of my time could be better spent on almost anything else."

"And surely you know how easily anyone could read into a Harbinger calling his new wife expensive as establishing an amazing matrimonial foundation."

Dottore tilted his head and raised a shoulder, a gesture you always took to mean silent acquiescence. If you could see his eyes, you imagined his eyebrows would be rather expressive as well.

“I never cared for the opinions of others, especially those who never had to try to improve their life, such as most of our guests who were born into their position. There is little reason for you to be anything beyond polite. It is those closest who must be fooled, not the rest of the country.”

“All it would take—” you hissed.

“You’re forgetting who you married, Accountant.” Dottore gave you what anyone else would have called a charming smile. “Unlike you, they fear me. Now eat.”

He needed you to cooperate but if he thought he was going to spend the next year commanding you around...arrogant, self-important, manipulative ass…

You kept your face neutral as you lifted a utensil, pushing away the thought of driving your fork into his leg. It was the least he deserved.

Flavor exploded in your mouth as you took a bite to eat. Any other time, you might have reacted beyond simply reaching for another forkful from your plate. The finest thing you tasted in months, years, and just like everything else, it was wasted on this moment. A moment you would never get back.

Funny how right he was.

Food helped. Each of you played the part of doting newlywed, dancing, smiling, laughing. You only ever heard Lord Dottore chuckle but never outright laugh. It was almost sweet, how genuine the sound was. Did he even realize it, you wondered, when the mask slipped and for a moment he appeared almost human?

Of course he did. Nothing would ever get passed him.

Except you.

If you made it out of this alive.

It was no secret that a Harbinger's station meant a certain quality of life. Estates of their own, entire wings within the Palace for work and for leisure. After all, the Cryo Archon only had her Harbingers to dote on, who else would make use of the space, you often wondered. Staff were well-compensated and taken care of but the stark contrast between your dormitory and living spaces compared to the soaring ceilings and marble pillars and gilded frames turned what little food you managed to keep down.

You weren't in charge of auditing the annual operating budget (that was exclusively for the Ninth himself) but you could estimate. More than what you would make in your lifetime thirty times over, probably.

The walk from the ballroom to the far reaches of the Palace was shared in silence. Exhaustion was woven into the very layers of your gown and by now face-planting into the bed, makeup and all, sounded like a wonderful idea. After all, it was not as if anything about this arrangement was normal and Lord Dottore himself expected nothing, he had been quite clear about that from the beginning.

He was impossible to read right now, even for you. Mouth in a flat line, shoulders back, arms behind him as he walked as if he were simply out for a stroll. Without the context of a common discussion topic, mostly regarding his funding, you couldn't tell if he was simply bored, exhausted, or annoyed. All three in a stormy cocktail seemed likely.

The rooms themselves were as lavish as the rest of the Palace. Opulent furniture that was dusted but never used filled the sitting room that you walked into, the walls lined with filled bookshelves. Floor to ceiling windows revealed the usual white landscape and the mountains beyond while projecting your reflection back at you from the illumination of a nearby lamp. Your bag, the singular container of all of your packed belongings sat on a sofa, as if discarded hastily.

Through a set of double-doors was a second private sitting room and the bedroom, as large as half of your entire dormitory floor. Dark wood, flowing lines, clearly hand-crafted rather than assembled on a factory line. Too many pillows on the bed.

Did he even sleep?

The only details the space was even occupied were the books piled haphazardly on a coffee table, on a bureau, scraps of paper and blueprints scattered but clearly organized in a way that made sense to someone. A coat strewn across a couch arm. Mechanical parts and a small set of tools on a table where one might ordinarily hold a private dinner party.

You caught sight of a large closet and beyond it, a washroom, each room with their own set of double-doors to close the space off. For a man as arrogant as Il Dottore, perhaps even vain (after all, who made clones of themselves if they weren't?), you expected far more clothes and shoes. His budgets rarely, if ever, accounted for clothing unless it was for a specific occasion but that didn't mean much. And you doubted he would have made room for your pitiful amount of belongings.

On one side of the closet was a large three-way mirror, the kind you dealt with at the seamstress, complete with a platform. Obnoxious. This felt out of place compared to the amount of space in the closet itself. Unless, of course, he did his own tailoring or a Segment did. Would explain the lack of receipts and mentions of it for his budget reviews.

You locked eyes with your own reflection and saw where your make-up was thinning, how your hair had finally succumbed to the weight of the product in it. No matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, they seemed to have minds of their own; you were beyond tired at this point.

And the dress was finally taking its toll. The lace was scratchy and the corset was digging into you. Without thinking, you finagled your feet and removed your heels without bending over. You closed your eyes, instantly relieved at the sensation of your heels sinking into the carpet. The pain was still there but it nice to be on even ground again.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt slight tugging on the buttons of your dress and it took everything in you now to jump, nerves frayed and split. Dottore looked up from behind you, mask still in place, and you could only presume he was making eye contact. Harder to determine without facing him.

"Don't tell me you expected to reach every single button yourself, Accountant," he sneered.

"More like I didn't think you would help. Not without prodding."

Dottore scoffed as he undid the buttons running the length of the dress and loosened the back stays of your corset. He tugged slightly at your dress' sleeve but not enough to reveal your shoulders. Never once did you feel the brush of his gloved hands on your skin.

Dottore stepped back when he finished, your gaze remaining fixed on his mask.

"Polite for a man who stepped foot into my office covered in blood on more than one occasion," you remarked.

You were graced with the wide, vicious smile you knew so well, sharpened teeth gleaming.

"Go wash up, you smell like you wandered through a florist's nightmare."

He nodded his head in the direction of the bath but made no attempt to leave the dressing room. You held back a grimace as a sound of disgust escaped your lips.

"You have such a charming demeanor, Lord Harbinger."

You gathered up your dress and entered the bathroom before he could remark further, shutting the doors behind you with the resounding clicks of the latch and lock.

The bathroom was tiled and just as ornate as the rest of the rooms: a large vanity with more counterspace than you ever saw in the dorms; a water closet for the toilet; a standalone shower; a tub that stood on its own feet and looked as if it was intended for at least two people, maybe more. You were beginning to think there was no in-between in the Palace; either everything was utilitarian and functional or overly-decorative and wasteful of resources.

Here too, you could only see a smattering of personal effects. Signs the room was occupied but not necessarily used. Curiously, you picked up a bottle and read the label once, twice, and then again, realizing it was actually some kind of acid and not a mouth rinse solution. Whoever brought your things over from your dorm had at least been insightful enough to unpack your toiletries and you were thankful you would not risk burning off your scalp to wash your hair.

Just as you were rummaging around for your things, you noticed a bundle wrapped in soft tissue on a chair near the door. Weird. Was this for you?

You removed the rest of your jewelry and tugged gently on the lace sleeves, the upper body of the dress coming free without further resistance. You stepped out of the dress, arranging the pile of tulle and lace neatly nearby before turning your attention back to the small package.

Gently, you pulled apart the paper. From the pile of cloth, you plucked the top piece and held it up, frowning. It left little to the imagination. Same for the other half. On the bottom was, you presumed, what was meant to be worn over the lingerie, made of the same fabric with a small bow on the back and ruffles on the hems.

To the credit of whoever put it there, it was very fine material. The kind that was befitting of your newly acquired station. Lace this soft and sheer was painstaking to make and couldn't be machine-replicated.

There was no note in the packaging.

Lord Dottore held no expectations, you reminded yourself. Had a servant put this here? If so, on whose behalf?

You put the lace back down and ran the shower, adjusting the water as you ran through scenarios in your mind.

Was Dottore testing you? Could he have only said such a thing to get you to agree? If he'd changed his mind, it would have been more prudent to tell you. On the other hand, telling you would allow you to prepare and he wasn't in the habit of allowing anyone, subject or not, to have time to skew results. Plausible enough.

Or perhaps Pantalone, in his ever-insistent and nosy nature, had this planted here? Considering the state of your ring situation, this was also viable. He wasn't above planting evidence, arranging scenarios so they worked in his favor without fail. From Lord Pantalone's perspective, Dottore acquiring a wife so soon after their deal was struck would have been immediately suspicious and potentially short-sighted, subject to various tests of his own...

Maybe it was neither and a servant or even a Segment thought the notion would be funny.

But it was too expensive for that. No one paid that much mora on something without a purpose…or at least, most people didn't. Your boss was, as always, the worst exception.

You stepped into the shower, ridding yourself of your makeup and perfume and the rest of the day's trappings.

As you stepped out of the shower, feeling at least a little more human, your stomach sank.

In your frustration with Dottore, you never grabbed a change of clothes.

Because your bag was in the sitting room.

Your heart squeezed as you lamented your poor planning. Really? At this rate, you would be found out. How the hell could you possibly think this was going to work when you didn't even grab your things and put them in the closet?

Why hadn't the one responsible for the task done that? That just made sense!

You could walk out in a towel, go grab your things, and make it even more obvious that you were only doing this because, perhaps, you might get better intel.

And while Lord Dottore wouldn't care about any of that, was it really necessary to make a show of how much you didn't want to show skin around him? No.

He thought well enough of your professionalism. And part of that would be embracing the role you were supposed to play. If a servant were to see you not in lingerie as befitting a wedding night, but in drab pajamas…whispers usually spread like wildfire on a good day.

You dried your hair as best you could, freshened up, nestled the lace against your skin. While you weren't used to the cut of certain things, it wasn't uncomfortable per se. Altogether, it was quite lovely.

Another thing wasted on the wretch in the other room.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, you found Lord Dottore laying on the bed, covers pulled back as he scribbled into a book. Even now, his mask was still present. His hand stilled and he turned his head to you briefly to acknowledge your presence before he went back to what he was doing.

Steeling yourself, you crossed the room, crawled onto the bed, and straddled him. He hadn't changed at all, only bothering to remove his jacket, cravat, and waistcoat. Deftly, you grabbed the book from his hands and tossed it to the floor to force him to look at you. He was solid and warm beneath you, the same as any other, and you tried not to think of how little separated the two of you, how bare you were under the lace.

Dottore tilted his head, lips pulling into a smirk for a moment before it spreads into a full-toothed grin, his hand reaching for and gripping your thigh.

A leg wrapped around yours and you met the bed quicker than you expected to, soft sheets and a firm mattress under you. You blinked, Dottore's grinning face above you, never far from reach. You felt a hand ghost over your side, your breast, your collarbone, before it settled on your neck, caressing your pulse point. Despite your proximity, you never felt him press against you, not even when he brushed his lips over your cheek, where the faintest scar remained.

"I hardly you know, my dear. Besides, I already told you that I have no expectations beyond those in public. Such acts between us are quite unnecessary," he said.

Dottore rubbed his thumb up and down the column of your neck before he angled his head so his lips were near your ear.

"Unless, of course, you're simply needy enough to put yourself in the maw of a wolf so easily for a quick reprieve. You never struck me as the sort but I suppose there's a first time for everything."

Heat flooded your cheeks at the insinuation but before you could protest, the Harbinger rolled off of you and out of the bed. He bent down, picked up the book, and made his way to the door to the sitting room. For a moment, Dottore looked at the leather-bound cover in his hands before he turned his attention back to you.

"There is little need for someone as lovely as you to give more than is asked to a monster such as myself. We leave at daybreak."

Oh. Right. Honeymoon. He took care of that and you still had no idea where you were even going.

Without another word, the doors shut, leaving you alone in the large bedroom. Light bled in through the bottom of the doors. No doubt he would be awake a while longer.

You clutched at the bedspread, embroidered with silk and stuffed with down. It gave easily under your hands, as such soft feathers often did, providing nothing substantial to squeeze. You weren't insulted or even hurt, as many others in your position would have been. Confused, certainly, but your ego was intact.

Seduction wasn't precisely a skill you practiced. Numbers told stories in unique variations and patterns and provided more consistency than people. People were unpredictable. Il Dottore especially.

You fell asleep, wondering when all of this would come back to bite you.

#fic: blasphemous rumors #dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #female reader #il dottore/female reader #dottore x female reader #marriage of convenience

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bekkathyst · 9 months

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Garden Anomaly 2- Pebble

Hm.

Well. That's new. You know The Clergy has a flock of gargoyles, but… Did one of them ever have two heads? Now that you've spotted it, that's not the only thing wrong here.

They're much more person-like than the rest of the flock, in terms of appearance at least. And… Is he blue? He's blue. You've never seen a blue gargoyle. Sure, some of them have little touches of lapis lazuli or aquamarine in the sediments that form their body, but this one's just… Well, blue. Furthermore, he's got something covering his two heads, it's brown, something like- Huh. The fucking thing is wearing paper bags. Interesting. Could it be that he simply got stuck in them in the same way a cat lodges its head in a box, or is it that, in his short time alive, he's already acquired self-image issues?

Considering he's not trying to claw the paper off his face, you'll go with option number two.

In fact, right now he seems sort of confused, apparently intimidated by the other gargoyles, who he keeps glancing up at, and resigning himself to the ground. Does he know that he's different from them? That he was made here? That he's better? Perhaps that's your bias speaking, but this fine specimen is clearly superior! Fine is putting it lightly, the fucker looks like he was built out of marble, maybe literally! You have no idea how he came to be, Belo just alerted you to his presence less than an hour ago.

No matter, you'll send Patches out here to have a field day the same way he did with Hellion. You're sure the dullahan can figure out what brought this one to life.

Right now, your job is to get a feel for this new entity. Find out if it's sentient, if it can be worked with. Belo whined about it, but you had the angel lure Hellion away for this, and Sybastian is inside. There shouldn't be anyone or anything outside to interrupt the exchange. The large monster is currently sitting in a random bed of desaturated flowers, occasionally reaching out for a couple and getting his fingers nipped or brushed aside. Something about his posture reads as skittish, or fearful, hunched on himself while two impish tails sway and twine behind him. Huh. Now that you think about it, this could be a case of two monsters in one package. Like the dullahan, but decidedly less subtle.

Nonetheless, you're tentative to approach. Footstep after careful footstep. There's no real danger with your lord by your side, but it couldn't hurt to play it safe. You're not too worried when a leaf crunches under your foot.

But maybe you should be. Because the garden anomaly hears it clearly.

Rising near immediately, the large gargoyle zips its heads towards you. The sight makes you squint. Two pairs of horns rip through the top of the bag. The left one has a hole wherein you can see a velvet pinprick that you assume must be his eye. A long pink tongue pokes out from under the right bag. You're frozen, evaluating the monster the same way he does you. That gaze is intense, you can't read it, the fact that his faces are covered doesn't help.

Your hand lifts, about to wave, though you think twice about it. Maybe more movement isn't the way to go. " Hello. " It was mellow, coaxing, the best you could do really.

Humorously enough, the male jumps as if you had just shot something at him. You blink, incredulous, when he stumbles up to a stand, featuring the same grace of a newborn gazelle, and takes flight. Very poorly so. Honestly, you're scared the guy will just knock into shit- Oh! Yeah, he's quite off-balance…

" I think I cracked it. "

You'll consider this first attempt a failure.

You stop toying with the vine growths covering his laboratory walls. " Hm? "

Patches swivels his chair, grabbing one of the many peculiar stone samples he was working with. " It's rather simple, really. I didn't want to believe that was all but… "

His mumbling makes your eyes roll. " Spit it out. "

Pinpricks flash at you. " Well, essentially, what happened is that The Clergy absorbed an abnormal amount of gargoyle sheddings, mixed it with the stone of our garden pathways, and… Tried to make its own gargoyle? "

" Fascinating… " Your eyes crinkle with genuine happiness, happy to confirm this is indeed fully a garden creation, therefore another one of your lord's indirect spawn. Good. There should be more of them! So many more. All they make is perfection. " And you hypothesized this on your own? "

The dullahan chuckles. " Oh no, not at all. It was actually Santi that mentioned the constant sheddings. "

You nearly do a double-take. So the demon's pea-sized brain does work. Interesting. " Huh. "

" Yeah, I know. " The dullahan snorts. " He's had an eye on the anomaly for a while. Wants to work with him ever since he found out the mutant can understand complex concepts. "

You squint. " So, let me get this straight- Santi wants to whore the gargoyle out? "

Patches shrugs, offering a dry laugh. " Well, the anomaly is unquestionably sentient, I don't doubt he can consent. "

" I’ll have to look into all of this... “ A hand drags down your face. “ Suggestions for names? “

“ There are so many other monsters you could work with. “

That gets him thinking, glove scratching at his chin. “ We could always name him after some form of stone or mineral, it seems topical. “ Not bad, for someone who calls himself Patches… “ I’ll let you know if I come up with something. “

“ Yes. “ The incubus hums, following you outside. “ But why not give the big guy a chance, hm? “

You suspect he just doesn’t want to share the profit he otherwise would have to with another professional.

A glare is tossed his way. “ Santi, the guy wears paper bags over his heads. “

He clicks his tongue. “ That’s not a deal-breaker for a lot of people. In fact, you’d be surprised- “

“ Shush. “ You tap his chest, ducking behind a bush and pulling him down with you. “ There he is. “

Sure enough, the monster in question is perched on the roof by himself, appearing to be spaced out, thinking about whatever it is that newly created anomalies ponder on. Honestly, you have no idea, he could be thinking about donuts for all you know.

“ Did you bring the lure? “ By lure, you mean food.

“ Yeah. “ Santi nods, bringing into view a rather large tupperware from the kitchen loaded with steak, bloody and raw. That should do it, you’re pretty sure he’s mostly carnivorous like the other gargoyles. “ Do you have any idea why he’s constantly afraid of others? I can barely get him to stick around for five minutes. “ The demon murmurs.

It’s a valid question. The anomaly is big, strong as well, you’re willing to bet that size isn’t all for show. So, why would he be so afraid of others?

“ Not sure. If you intend to make use of him, we need to have a talk. “ Rising hesitantly, you take the container from Santi’s grasp and open it quietly, dropping the lid, coaxing him along. “ Speak slowly and gently, if we scare him off we’ll have to try again tomorrow. “ The other nods.

He doesn’t seem to notice the two of you staring from below, caught in his own thoughts, glancing blankly ahead. You whistle softly. “ Hey pal! “ The gargoyle startles, momentarily losing balance when he looks around frantically.

Santi snorts. “ Down here, buddy. “

The anomaly peeks downward humorously, a single red pupil darting between you and the demon. Your smiles don’t appear to soothe him. The creature trembles, distraught, turning around as it prepares to take flight. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“ No no, wait- “ You stick a hand directly into the tupperware, hurriedly fishing out a slab of meat. The gargoyle glances back, halting, apparently hungry enough to reconsider. A smug smile spreads on your cheeks. So your hypothesis was right! As a mostly carnivorous entity, he doesn’t have much to hunt surrounding The Clergy, he’s starving.

“ We just want to talk, please come down. “ Never looking away from him, you take the very same steak and place it a small distance away, urging Santi to sit down with you. You couldn’t have possibly picked a more passive stance, you know, save for rolling over stomach up and throat bared. That's more the lust slut's thing.

A tense pause unfurls wherein you're this close to crawling up the walls and fetching that stony ass yourself. Your lackluster patience is rewarded handsomely when said anomaly lands nearby clumsily. Santi winces, only now noticing their flight struggles.

As it carefully edges closer to the offering, his eye remains glued to your figure, hardly ever veering towards the incubus. Just as you suspected, he's got the same sort of hardwired awareness of his maker the same way other anomalies do, such as Hellion. He knows who you are, who you embody, and the fearful respect you find in that gaze is equal parts flattering as it is intoxicating.

Recognition. Delightful, no?

Oh, definitely. Scarily so.

" Come on, we don't bite. " The incubus lulls. " Not without consent first. " You don't even fight the massive eye roll.

It seems to do the trick however, because the gargoyle sits in front of you two and snatches the steak in greedy claws, bringing to their right paper bag obscured face, from which protrudes a now salivating muscle. Without tilting the paper up, he swiftly tears and rips at the meat, leaving you both wondering what type of teeth could lie beneath. If any, you know better than to make assumptions by now.

" There we go! Good boy… " You instantly praise, already having a reinforcement system hardwired into you. It's necessary when dealing with a team of monster manchildren. The gargoyle huffs, gulping, that glowing eye flickering to the floor for a moment. Neither of you miss twin tails slapping against the ground.

Santi immediately tosses you a look. Something that reads "This is a thing and you better exploit it or I will.". Hm. Who would have thought the entity has a praise kink already? Nonetheless, there's more important things to decipher before you can play with that. You wait for him to finish his morsel.

" Can you understand what we're saying? " Of course he can, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted to the compliment at all. But you have to confirm it. The male slowly nods with both heads. You return the gesture. " Great. Can you speak? " He freezes, makes an odd rumble from his chest that morphs into a broken whine, and shrugs. Hm. No matter, you can always work on that later.

Fetching the second steak from its container, you flash it before the mutant's gaze, giggling when he reaches for it a lot more brazenly, yet is swiftly denied. You scoot away from Santi to make space, patting the area between you two. " Closer. "

He lingers, cautious, frustrating. Eventually edging forth. A victorious grin spreads on your cheeks while you hold the smaller piece of flesh up to the same covered face. " Perfect, good boy, you're doing very well! " More intense tail wagging, he huffs loudly before dipping to lick at your palms. Cute. A lot more docile than the long-necked rapscallion.

" Fuck Admin, can you call me that too? " The demon pipes up, watching this go down.

“ If this ends up being profitable, then yes. “

This newfound proximity allows you to study the specimen better. He’s… Definitely pretty. Seeing the way his dense, tough mass shifts in an almost uncanny biological manner when he looks to be made entirely of stone is fascinating. You can tell why Santi would want them to work by his side. Unlike Hellion, this one is a lot more conveniently shaped, and apparently surprisingly passive. Not a bad choice at all.

Watching the gargoyle eat, you offer Santi a subtle nod. The incubus licks his lips, moving silently to stroke digits over the slightly stubby horns poking through that paper covering. It’s a soft, intimate touch. The entity tenses like actual stone, staring ahead as if waiting to be struck, you only offer him a brow raise, giggling when the demon’s thumbs reach the base of those horns and the mutant purrs. Hah.

It’ll be so easy to make this one useful.

When the monster’s done, you hand him the final piece of meat you had laying around, wipe your hands on your outfit and scoot closer, waiting until he’s comfortable enough to resume eating. You note that the head closest to Santi has begun leaning into the caress. Your, now free, hands inch towards those tails, grabbing both at once and rubbing at the underside. The gargoyle freezes again, shuddering and looking between you and the demon with clear turmoil. Should he stay or should he go?

“ It’s okay, you have nothing to fear from us. “ You coo tenderly.

Poor thing. Doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know pleasure. It reminds you of Belo, in a way. When the incubus shifts to place a coy hand over the gargoyle’s thigh, teasing towards a hidden slit, you can sense the winged monster become uncertain, taking his big hand in one of yours, squeezing. He steadily relaxes, quiet pants tainting the air as he allows the demon to stroke over that rift methodically, dipping in every now and then.

You sigh. This is nice. This is right. You wish you had the time to spare to welcome all spawns of Krulu into the world like this, so that one of the first things they know is pleasure. Well, the sentient ones. Important distinction there.

“ Does it feel good? “ You ask the gargoyle, who has now begun rocking into the motions, watching him stare at his own protruding cock with some semblance of awe before nodding slowly. It makes you snort.

“ No no, I get him. “ Santi jokes, wrapping a hand around it with a flicker of hunger in his eyes. “ It’s nothing to sneeze at. “ He’s correct, a perfect combination of length and girth for his size, a slightly flared tip and a knot! Now isn’t that just a great deal?

The anomaly shrinks in himself, bashful apparently, though that timid attitude is muddled by the sudden wave of desire that the other’s gentle pumps provide. His reactions are priceless, but you’re sure the lustful demon is getting more of a kick out of this than you. You don’t doubt he’ll eat the thing’s virginity at some point.

“ Mhm, he sure isn’t, right boy? “ A playful spank is delivered to his ass, making him do a sort of yelp-turned-whine. Maybe not the smartest move, given your poor palm is now stinging. Yeah, don’t slap stone next time. “ I think this will work out just fine. You made a good choice. “ You say, laughing with Santi when the mutant uses both hands to support himself on the ground and starts thrusting madly into the incubus’ grip. That touch does wonders alright.

“ Thank you, darling. “ The high-ranking demon slurs, having no issue keeping up with his rather enthusiastic partner. “ Did you and Patches settle on a name already? “

As a matter of fact, you have. It’s been swimming in your head for a while now. He's very large for a gargoyle, but also quite sweet apparently. It reminds you a lot of those people with massive dogs called something ridiculous like "Fluffy" or "Hugs".

" Pebble. "

A moment passes before it sinks in, Santi having to cover his face and look away as a cackling fit takes over. You grin, immensely proud of yourself.

The demon eventually has to stop, unable to keep jerking the other monster off and clutching his sides instead. " Fucking Pebble! " He wheezes, tears in his eyes.

The newly baptized Pebble looks back and forth between the two of you and stomps a foot, growling in displeasure at the sudden lack of stimulus. It does not help Santi's case.

" I'm going to get him a collar. Put a little tag on it with his name. "

You're not sure if Santi can die from lack of oxygen, but his face is certainly turning tomato red from how hard he's laughing.

#pinnie's art #Pebble oc #Santi oc #Patches oc #Krulu oc

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Wine time!! Drink some for me as well! I hope it is very tasty!!

Also, question! If money/space was not an issue, do you have any rocks/minerals you'd get? Like any specific pieces you'd want?

AQUAMARINE ON MUSCOVITE

That's my number one dream crystal!! Sadly, good size high quality specimens are pretty expensive :/

My number two pic would be a big piece of watermelon tourmaline! I have a bunch of tiny ones (see below) but I'd love a larger specimen that I could really display

#bitts answers #rock time #also thank youuuuuu #ily

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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{ 09 }

- back to school blues -

featuring: gojo satoru; geto suguru; nanami kento x fem.reader

extra notes: unedited; no curses au; use of swear words

[ gojo satoru ]

your playful boyfriend was one who always harbored the most amount of joy for summer.

in fact, he made summers so enjoyable for you that you found it difficult to get back into the daily routines of your school life.

each time you were stuck in class without your beautiful boyfriend, you would daydream-

your memories taking you back to those happy and fun summer days.

sharing ice cream together

splashing within the glittery beaches to take refuge from the scorching hot sands

to sharing watermelon flavored kisses together-

those memories were enough to make you sigh with yearning, earning a glare of disapproval from your teachers when they realized that you weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to their lectures and assignments.

this in turn, made you struggle a bit with returning back to your once studious nature, which in turn made you crave your satoru's presence even more.

when your days suddenly turned sour, your beloved would always send you a text, telling you to meet him at your usual place, tucked away in a corner of the empty music room to share lunch together.

today was no different;

after being scolded by your teachers by your lack of enthusiasm, you knew you needed to do something to change-

yet all you could think about was how stifling you felt every day

and how you desperately wanted to be free.

upon meeting satoru at your usual spot, you could feel all the stress simply melting away. the sight of his smile sends your heart reeling, and you struggled to catch your breath upon drinking in his beauty.

he smiles at you and welcomes you with open arms, beckoning you to come even closer to him as you do so with little hesitation.

you immediately bury your face into his broad chest, telling him all about the bad day you had and how you couldn't seem to focus that much.

"i wanna go back to spending summers with you."

you softly admit to him, earning a rich chuckle from your boyfriend when he tells you how much he shares your feelings.

"i know it's been just as tough on you as it has been for me, but perhaps this can be a decent incentive to get you motivated?"

he nudges at you to look down and see whatever it was he had in his hand, and you follow his gaze only to gasp at the sight of the gorgeous ring settled in the palm of his hand

its gemstone made of a brilliant aquamarine surrounded by two simple diamonds,

the sight of something so extravagant makes your mouth fall open in a wide gape.

your boyfriend seems amused by your expression before sliding on the ring onto your finger, "let's take this as a promise and do the best that we can to graduate. and once we're out of here, i'll take you as my lovely bride and we can spend all our summers together as husband and wife."

unable to speak due to how happy you felt, you could only manage to wrap your arms around your beloved, sealing your future promise of forever in a deep kiss ♡

[ geto suguru ]

now, many people would call you pathetic or a hopeless romantic if they found out you had a huge crush on your tutor

but once they saw geto suguru in the flesh, you were sure that they would understand your feelings thoroughly.

he was a student that harbored an almost wild and untamable beauty

with long locks of jet black hair that fell to his back

and eyes that were so dark you could easily drown in those mysterious depths-

everything about geto simply drew you in, like a moth to a flame.

and you supposed your struggles with your philosophy classes were what put this fine specimen of a man in your path.

geto was intelligent beyond belief, his explanations and notes were even more detailed and easier to follow than with your professor's own lecture notes.

but perhaps a downside to geto being your tutor was how little you could pay attention

between gawking at his close proximity

and just being able to admire his beauty from just a mere inches away

you found yourself daydreaming what it would be like to kiss him-

to delve your fingers through his hair

and how soft they would feel to touch.

which was why your sessions never went as smoothly as intended.

but you figured you had time to fix this little crush on your tutor, figuring that he was too caught up in his lectures for you that he didn't realize how your attention was barely there.

and oh, how wrong you were.

little did you know, geto was all too aware of your lingering gaze

and of your pathetic attempts to hide your flustered face from him behind the cover of your open notebook.

he knew what that hungry look in your eyes meant, and felt that it would be a shame to let a beauty like yourself stray too far from her studies.

which was why he had the perfect plan for you.

you meet with geto at your usual spot at the library

getting your notebook and textbook out as you repeated over and over again to pay attention.

but oh damn, geto suddenly came in wearing a tight fitting sweater and jeans.

his hair was put up in that half-bun you adored and oh fuck, some strands of his hair were framing his face

his eyes were shining so brightly when he suddenly sits next to you, never once looking away from you when he takes your hand in his-

and places a gentle kiss at the back of them.

the blood was felt pounding against your ears, and geto seems to notice when he chuckles

leaning in to whisper against your ear, "a little raven told me you have a particular fondness for me. is this true?"

"u-uhm i, w-well." your words came out as a stutter, unable to find the right words to say

but your muddled thoughts were cut off when geto suddenly pushes himself away from you, giving you a brief moment of clarity now that the scent of his cologne wasn't clouding your senses.

"but i'm afraid my services as your tutor would be all for naught if you end up failing nakamura-sensei's class. and to think i had high hopes of asking you out if you managed to pass your next exam with a B-. you are, of course, one of the loveliest students i've ever had the pleasure of tutoring and would hate to see you fail in such a way."

the promise of getting a date with geto helps you perk up considerably. now, you felt inspired to write that damn essay on theories and was willing to study off of the notes geto had made for you.

your daydreams weren't going to distract you anymore, since they were so close to coming true-

as long as you put forth the effort to finally pass this class-

but you had a feeling that geto would be more than enough inspiration for you ♡

[ nanami kento ]

there was an indescribable exhaustion felt coursing through you each time the month of april brought forth the promise of a new school year

and when you chose to become a teacher, you thought you would have gotten used to it only to be proven wrong.

it never got any easier, and your desire for winter and summer breaks were always at an all time high.

you often found yourself lost in thought in the midst of grading exams and papers

the tip of your red pen always tapping against your skin as the monotonous tick-tocking of the clock slowly drove you to the brink of insanity.

dammit all, you really were losing your mind thanks to boredom.

your eyes begin to hurt from the sheer amount of papers you had graded, making them sting just the slightest when you toss your red pen on top of your stack of papers

and rub gentle circles around your temple.

a gentle knock brings you out of your reverie, and you look toward your open door to see nanami kento's tall frame.

"hello." he greets you by your last name before running a hand through his slicked back hair. "i figured you needed a break from grading and wanted to ask if you'd like to accompany me to have some ramen?"

"god yes, thank you, nanami. i could honestly kiss you for making that offer."

you were too preoccupied with gathering your belongings to see how your words made a deep blush appear against the blond man's cheeks.

once you were ready, the two of you exited the school together while making small talk

nanami kento was a young man who began teaching the same year you did. he often kept to himself, so you didn't know too much about him.

a lot of times, during your years of teaching together, he would invite you out for lunch or dinner somewhere

never once asking you to pay for the bills, or even split them when the tab came.

you didn't question it, all you knew that the last time you tried to pay discreetly for both of your meals, nanami had found out and promptly took your money back before placing his own on the table.

you figured that this was just his way of showing his friendship with you and simply accepted it.

in the midst of your small talk, you take notice of the way nanami went past the usual ramen stand you frequented at

yet when you asked him, he simply shrugs and tells you he craved for something else at the last minute.

so imagine your surprise when nanami ends up taking you to a newly opened restaurant you have been dying to try, but never had time to.

you were sure you had complained to nanami on more than one occasion on how much you wanted to eat at this place

but always had something up that prevented you from doing so.

feeling touched and extremely elated, you fling your arms around nanami, locking him in a tight embrace

further flustering the poor teacher as he awkwardly returned your embrace.

upon entering the establishment and ordering the dishes you wanted to try, you were happy to realize that the food was delicious in every way.

as you happily devoured each dish, you could see nanami take his own tentative bites of food

his gaze never once leaving yours as he seemed happy to witness your joy firsthand.

wanting to talk more, you ask if he'd taken anyone else here on a date at one point-

which was when he drops his eating utensils and looks at you with wide eyes,

a blush spreading across his features when he suddenly was unable to meet your gaze.

"n-no, just you." was all he answered.

for a couple of seconds, you thought about how strange it was for a good looking man like nanami to still remain single after all these years.

you ask him if he'd ever dated anyone before, and you swore you'd never forget the exasperated sigh that came from his lips.

"well, i've been trying to date you this whole time. i've been doing that ever since i first laid eyes on you, but you never seem to notice."

after his admission, you watch as he pushes up his glasses, face steadily turning red as a slight frown was seen settled against his lips.

feeling completely blindsided by your own obliviousness and stupidity, you figured that it was time to show nanami how you felt the same for him

and put him out of his misery.

by leaning across the table, you were able to capture his attention once more, calling out his name to have him look at you

only to have you slant your lips against his in a brief but sweet kiss

pulling away as you admired the awed look on his face

you spent the rest of dinner holding hands from beneath the table, never once wanting to move away from each other now that you finally belonged to one another ♡

a.n. - i almost have to go back to school soon and may end up on hiatus for a bit since school has been so rough on me ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ but i'll try my best to destress and update with stories throughout the year ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento fluff #jjk x reader #.stories

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