#dottore x oc

[sodalitea]

I - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]

For Valentine’s Day I’m sharing the first chapter of my longer fanfiction about Il Dottore and my Genshin OC Marie Snezhevna (this story can be perceived as reader insert type of thing; the characters' names play a big role in the plot and I decided to pick them by myself). In this chapter I have not provided the most detailed background of the current circumstances between Zandik and Marie, but I plan to do so in the future. I don’t really know if I’ll update it in any regular schedule, but for sure I’m going to continue this story. Meanwhile, enjoy!

TW: Minimally suggestive! Mentions of Marie's guesses about Dottore's true intentions.  Summary: Small gestures make a big difference. Due to the long lasting effects of a serious argument with Il Dottore, Marie Shnezhevna gets degraded on the lower position in Haeresys despite being one of his most reliable workers in the lab. Three months later a ceasefire is established. Zandik finds surprising but efficient way to trick her into getting promoted again. Don't repost my artworks/writings please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. I am the author of both text and signature illustarion. ♡ English is my second language, there may occur some grammar issues!

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I - Miracles of the White Nights

“The days in Snezhnaya seem identical. Wherever you go, you will find your hair and eyelashes frozen. It's so cold that you have to keep moving your body constantly in order to survive, even in the properly chosen clothing. Everywhere you look, you'll be surrounded by the snowy desert. If you stray too far from human settlements, your eyes will be obscured by one of the sudden snowstorms. Bunch of snowflakes will cut into your face like tiny, marvelously crafted blades. Somewhere on the horizon you may spot the outlines of deep, impenetrable, coniferous forests. You will find it difficult to stand straight due to the violent blows of the whistling wind trying to bury you alive in the frosty grave. It's worth mentioning that the typical Snezhnayan days are rather short in comparison to local nights that can last even for months. This land is harsh, but it still possesses unique, raw beauty. Those cold nights offer truly charming views in the form of multi-colored aurorae you couldn't experience anywhere else in equally rich form. The artistry of almighty Cryo Archon is undeniable, only the canvas she uses to paint her abstract compositions are painfully fake. Of course, these aren't the only charms of the Ice Nation. This country is huge and full of contrasts. What may seem surprising is this special time of the year when the sun takes control over the sky completely, so it doesn't set at all. The local population describes this phenomenon as the "Miracle of the White Nights''. Over the course of four hundred years, one could experience many of them, but they could not compare to the fragrant, inflaming nights in the Nation of Wisdom.”

Zandik, as he wasn't holed up in the deepest dungeons of Haeresys, stopped next to one of the windows in the southern part of his mansion and locked his gaze on the distance. The scarlet irises wandered somewhere along the glittering horizon, seemingly without any specific goal as the Harbinger enjoyed pervasive silence. Since he got rid of the segments, it had been happening more and more often. Sometimes he was just trying to shake off a strange feeling of lightness inside his skull. He was fed up with everything. Exhausted with the amount of delayed work. Instead of dealing with serious matters, he wasted too much time on trivial affairs such as correcting the mistakes of people less competent than himself. For centuries he wasn't relying on his employees that much and now he was just even more disappointed with them. After all, they were only humans with ordinary lifespans, without the satisfying amount of experience that would possibly match the level of Teyvat's most powerful mind. Zandik felt frustrated by the lack of quick alternatives to slow down the pace of his own work. He was alone with all of the projects he started when his other selves were still present. By the time he still handled most of the things on his own in different forms, but for now he couldn't even rely on himself truly. This would be a disgrace to him if he addressed this issue to Pierro or their Archon, since for hundreds of years he had been an exceptional professional, the master of planning and reacting quickly to every breakthrough revelation. He was always a few steps before everyone. At this stage, it was not possible for him to return to such a tedious work alone. It would be much less problematic if only deadlines never existed. Escape in thought was his way to break away from the unfavorable situation at least for a short moment. His thoughts traveled to the place where it never snowed. To the forests that sheltered a much richer variety of living organisms. The days were longer there, and the hot nights often made it impossible to fall asleep. The scents in Sumerian air could effortlessly mess with the restless minds of angry young men living for some greater purposes… For the Second Harbigner of Shneznaya, looking towards Sumeru was an involuntary, bitter flirtation with his own past. Currently he was in a place so incongruous to his homeland, but it was the only nation that guaranteed him complete freedom and support in turning his wildest daydreams into reality. It was the only place in Teyvat that allowed him to prove himself the way he was. He had everything he wanted to continue his journey and test the ideas that many would not even dare to think about… And yet, somewhere in his suppressed consciousness, he understood perfectly well that even here he was just a stranger meant to simply play his part. This time, as the man continued staring out the window, he heard the echo of someone's slow footsteps on the marble floor behind him. He recognized the sequence of these steps extraordinarily well… Those were inimitable. If only their owner walked barefoot, she would reach him in perfect silence. The corners of the Doctor's mouth turned up involuntarily.

“Marie Snezhevna,” he said without even turning towards the woman. Instead, he laced his fingers together behind his back. “Is this an emergency? At this hour I would rather expect to witness your presence in the laboratory or in your chamber.”

His voice echoed crystal clear between the walls of the corridor occupied by him and his underling. As usual, the scientist chose his words in a stiff, somewhat archaic way. Although it added seriousness and supposed politeness to his overall image, he himself seemed distant. Despite Zandik's cold demeanor, his interlocutor did not feel rejected. She was used to talking to him. Marie's interactions with Il Dottore resembled rituals based on some unwritten rules which the main participants managed to learn over the last few years. If there was an ordinary side witness there, the said unrefined observer could experience the eagerness to say that both Marie and Dottore enjoyed engaging in these subtle games.

“I will leave immediately if I interrupted something important,” the woman replied calmly, keeping her demeanor professional. Zandik remained silent for a moment, giving her no answer. This made the woman sigh heavily before she turned her back towards him to fulfill her promise. The quiet rustle of her clothes alerted the Harbinger, who slowly turned towards her and squinted his eyes hidden under the raven mask.

“Stop.”

It was an order. Naturally, the woman immediately stopped and turned her face towards him, allowing him to continue his speech. After all, she had to respect his will. He cleared his throat, seemingly offended by the whole situation.

“You wouldn't come here without a reason. Besides, I don't think it's respectful to be in a hurry when you're talking to your boss.” Indeed, he had known her for a long time and he knew what he could expect from her. He had to play it cool, precisely because — since he had fully understood his own position over the last few months – he didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally talk to Marie alone.

Since he delivered the two gnosis to Tsaritsa, he cut off almost all forms of communication with his former main assistant except her reports on the progress of her research under his command. Although the heretical scientist usually didn't care about time, now it felt like the whole eternity had passed. A really strange thing. Deep down in his heart he was a simple coward, or maybe his unwavering patience was reasonable and had finally paid off as the woman herself announced her readiness for a face-to-face confrontation? Marie shrugged her arms and shifted her body weight to one of her hips before shaking her head, sighing again with a faint smile on her lips. It was an extremely familiar gesture, as if everything before had never had the opportunity to set them apart.

“Of course, naturally…” she looked up at him, and then her facial features softened noticeably. “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. I really didn't expect this. Certainly not after I caused additional problems in a very crucial situation. I made it all about myself. I think you deserve an apology for what I said, when I stated that you're…”

“Your apology is unnecessary.”

The Harbinger made a gentle gesture with his hand to silence her. He didn't want Marie to take old skeletons out of the closet. He also did not want to elaborate more about the choice of his that had a negative impact on his daily functioning. He wasn't even bothered by the earlier behavior of his former assistant anymore. Even though he still couldn't fully accept what she truly meant back then, he understood her perspective on an intellectual level. During that mission, he was caught off guard by Kusanali and he just did what was necessary to succeed. However, he could have done it all more skillfully to minimize the unpleasant side effects of the special operation. However, he did not take this into account at the time, so he was delaying an adequate response to Marie's complaints. No honest apology passed his lips in ages and he wasn't very likely to utter that magical word anytime soon.

“Follow me. It will be much more beneficial,” he gestured and clasped his hands behind his back again. Then, he started moving further into the southern nave of the mansion. He walked leisurely, visibly waiting for Marie to go after him. True to his expectations, she caught up with him very quickly. When Marie glanced at his face from closer distance, she spotted his poor state immediately. He looked extremely tired and couldn't hide it even under the mask. His skin was paler than usual and it had a sickly greenish undertone. Exhaustion would explain his growing isolation in a convincing way. His own pride was his downfall. As they walked through the corridors in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside, Marie noticed that they were approaching the sector of private chambers. His intentions could be... everything and anything.

Dottore's supposed intentions caused Marie's consternation, but in order to avoid hasty guesses, she decided to keep all comments to herself. The time on his side teached her that the worst things were usually caused by the incorrect assumptions about his agenda. Yet, when Zandik started unlocking the door to his dorm, the woman cleared her throat quietly and took a step back.

“I'll wait outside.”  

Slightly awkward smile appeared on her face. She received a reply in the form of a nod. It seemed that he didn't care about the goal that could stereotypically motivate any man to take a woman to his apartment. Overally, Zandik loved privacy, so Marie was going to respect that as well, leaving aside the obvious moral issues. The Doctor disappeared inside his apartment for around five minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small box wrapped in a papyrus. He had a gentle yet wry smile on his lips that only fools could trust. He warned the woman before she started asking him any questions.

“In Sumeru I managed to obtain some new chemical samples which I expect you to analyze, describe, and maybe even extract something completely new from them. I just require you to be extremely careful when handling them. I didn’t choose any intermediary, considering the high value of those resources… I'm strongly against unpacking them outside of the laboratory environment.”

“I see. I will do my best to keep them safe,” Marie took over the package with extreme caution. She seemed to turn pale when she heard a silent clink of glass under the packaging. She looked fearfully at the Harbringer, who rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, covering the lower part of his face at the same time. It took a lot of effort for him not to burst into manic laughter. Fortunately, Dottore was an excellent actor.

“This is another urgent project that has been delayed unexpectedly, so get on with it immediately… If you can make it this evening, I might even consider promoting you again.”

The man sounded as categorical as promising. Yes, exactly, it was a great idea for Marie to return to her previous position. Of course, if only that's what she wanted. Zandik just intended to convince her to do so, being fully determined to achieve the desired effect. Among all of his employees, he memorized cooperation with Marie as the most pleasant. Moreover, he could keep an eye on her constantly to avoid particularly embarrassing accidents involving her... This woman's reliability required appropriate supervision to shine fully.

“Promoting me, you say… For how long?” Although the woman turned it into a joke, she slowly moved towards the opposite side of the corridor, remaining very careful around the package received from her boss. Since Marie was cut from the same cloth as Zandik, she also didn't want to admit that she simply missed the infamous heretic's company. “Apart from formalities, I just wonder what it is. Naturally, I will prepare the report as soon as possible!”

The Harbinger watched as the woman took up her task. It was amusing to witness her curiosity and willingness to gain knowledge. In this particular case, he had a feeling that it would herald a real breakthrough in their united research.

“I'm counting on your expertise, Professor,” he added in Fontanian as she left, before the storm of woman's black curls disappeared from his sight. He expected very quick results from this long-awaited experiment.

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When Marie entered her study room in the lab, she put the package on the table and rubbed her hands together with excitement. Sumeru was the region with the best samples of poisons. What could be inside the parcel? Small colorful frogs for the production of poison darts, medicines and antidotes, rhizomes, roots, leaves, mushrooms, insects… The tropical jungle hid countless treasures and the fact that Il Dottore himself managed the trouble of obtaining raw materials was exceptionally valuable. Marie didn't know anyone who was more familiar with the local flora and fauna. She herself might not have even paid attention to some things during her on field delegations, but now she had the opportunity to learn something new directly from the mastermind himself. On top of that, he offered her another promotion. Wonderful. Low importance tasks weren't as fulfilling as experiencing the true science. After conversation with Zandik she felt extraordinary happiness that she had not expected to return these days. The way he referred to her as Professor scratched the right part of her brain a bit too pleasantly. She was more willing to try to forgive him for scaring her to death when he destroyed his segments out of nowhere. At the same time, was this really necessary to wait so long before handing her the new project?

The woman tied her hair back and put on protective clothing, quietly humming the first random melody that popped into her head. Then, she walked over the table and began unrolling the package. As soon as she saw its contents, she felt the wave of heat on her cheeks. This wasn't what she expected… She slipped the protective mask off her face in bewilderment, and then, with wide eyes, she began to look at the containers. The bottles indeed contained chemicals, but at first glance none of the substances had something to do with the poisonous flora of Sumeru. Those weren't even standard vials from Zandik's laboratory, but some colorful glass flasks decorated according to the Sumerian manner of design and sealed with appropriate labels. Marie sank heavily onto her stool and began carefully turning the bottles over in her fingers. Maybe… Dottore made a mistake or someone miraculously robbed him, replaced the original cargo and even managed to escape with his life? Sounds a bit too silly, but it was all just women's cosmetics. Nothing really valuable to the scientist.

Rose water, kohl, aker fassi and several niche perfume oils. What's more, at the bottom of the package there was an original Sumerian halva decorated with dried fruits.

Marie tried to maintain her denial, but instead of relief, she felt a pang in her heart. At this point her face felt as if she was on fire. If Zandik planned to give it to her right after he returned and her sulks prevented him from doing so… She felt so bad about herself. Willingly or not, she blinked her eyes a few times, as for a moment her vision became blurry. He had no reason to be so generous. Maybe it was a suggestion that he noticed her getting old slowly, or maybe she should just look for some specific, new purposes for simple household chemicals? Maybe the halva was poisoned or packed with elixirs he hadn't tested before? After all, Dottore always devoured it himself and he was reluctant to share it with anyone. Or maybe Marie was just overthinking at the moment and what Dottore really expected from her was terrifyingly simple. Was it that he wanted her to try those substances on herself, like she always used to do in her job? Zandik wished to see the effects of her work in the evening, which meant there was no time for typical scientific inspection… Marie had just enough time to do her makeup. It was exciting, moving and scary in its own way. It wasn't usual to get any prosaic, non-scientific gift from Zandik.

However, if this was the only requirement to restore the old order in the laboratory, Marie was willing to do it for both of them and touch the precious part of Sumeru that he brought to Snezhnaya for her. Soon the woman's green eyes got embraced by a beautiful dark frame. Her cheeks and lips got touched with the color of a pomegranate with a golden glow. She placed the sweet scent of honey, sandalwood and rose behind her ear. She cut the halva into pieces. For now she was almost ready to face him again. It was one of those white nights, when endless days asserted their domination over the lenghty times of darkness again.

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[ghxstic]

Dottore fucking reader with his test tubes

I rest my case

this is kind of ass but its FINEEE for a quick thirst its passable, i hope you like it though ! !

cw. test tube fucking ( sex toy ? )

the sound of your sloppy cunt filled the room, small gasps and gentle whines combined in the air. you sat pretty on dottore's desk, your hands grasped the edge of the desk as you leaned your body on your hands.

the man himself was kneeling before you, he was seated between your legs, a gloved hand gripping your plush thigh firmly while the other held a single glass test tube, sliding the object in and out of your pretty pussy. watching as your cunt oozed out slick, coating the glass object, your cunt was glossy. what a treat.

dottore's gaze would shift from your cunt to your face. your gaze caught his, his bright crimson eyes made your breath hitch, bitting your bottom lip softly, you started to roll your hips up against the test tube.

"dottore.." you whispered so softly, your voice soft and blissful, yet there was a small hint of neediness behind it. a hum left the doctor in between your legs, a small grin growing on his lips, showing off his sharp teeth. "yes?" he questioned teasingly, pressing one thumb on your clit, causing you to shudder. a shiver went down your spine and your eyes shut for a few seconds. as good as the test tube felt rubbing against your gummy walls, you needed more. you needed him. you needed dottore more than anything now.

"please.. i need you." you pleaded, starting down at dottore, dottore hummed in reply, still grinning, "alright." pulling out the small test tube, he got up on his two feet before fumbling with his belt. leaving you to watch in anticipation, keeping your legs nice and spread for him.

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[acornwinter]

fellow Dottore simp 🤝I have to say I love your blog colour the bestest blue. Your art is so good and your poses !eating em up

Dottore core. Thank you <3 🩵

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[auphelia]

Restock day in Dottore's lab

A/N: Listen, I'm sorry but this idea has been rattling around in my mind for so long now and I'm afraid I will not know peace before it's been evicted in the form of writing. It was planned out as a chapter of the long fic I've started working on, but it'll be a long time before that catches up to where I want this. My english is bad and my writing skills are even worse so yeah, proceed at your own risk… Big mention to @/boundinparchment and @/surveyycorps whose amazing Dottore works have most certainly influenced my subconscious and this by extension. Warnings/tags: Alludes to mental breakdown, no comfort, very brief gore, fem!oc x dottore, reader x dottore but reader will get personality and backstory, isn't really an x anything since assistant oc doesn't show up until very last bit (and doesn't do much) but it's part of a long fic I've started writing which will be oc x dottore. Minors do not interact

It was by no means an imposing door. Made from worn fir planks it had an almost domestic feeling to it. The more he looked at it, the more out of place something felt. Although it was currently impossible to determine whether that 'something' was him or the door. It was ridiculous how much a simple piece of wood could annoy anyone, but compared to the otherwise sterile and metallic surroundings this stuck out like a sore thumb. His brow furrowed as he caught his mind slipping, it had been doing so more often as of late, and the mere thought of such ineffectiveness was enough to make his fingers twitch at his sides. This would be a quick in and out, simply grab what he needed urgently and get back to work.

He could still recall the conversations he'd had with Pantalone when the lower levels of the Palace had been refurbished to house his primary base of operations. The banker had been stingy, insisting that he would not pay a single mora for something so frivolous as the storage rooms being remodeled to fit the appearance of the laboratories. At the time, Dottore had written it off as some ridiculous principle and complied. After all, he'd been more than content to forego aesthetics and instead funnel his attention into making his workspace functionally perfect. But right now, accompanied by already frayed nerves and the dull thudding in his head, it felt like a blatant attempt at establishing control.

So that's what Pantalone had been trying to do all along, limit and influence him? Just as narrow-minded and afraid of change as the rest of those miserable fools Dottore had dealt with during his long life. Years of bitter resentment flared to life, cradling his body in it's warm embrace as bile rose in his throat. No doubt a scheming leech like the damned banker wouldn't be above weaponizing something as trivial as interior design to subtly nudge him. A willingness to make small sacrifices was the first step towards being manipulated. What else had he agreed to over the years? His thoughts were jumbled and disorganized, a consequence of Omega's little stunt no doubt, and just sorting through all the memories made him queasy. He felt his pulse pounding behind his eyes, the capillaries no doubt on the verge of bursting. His mind barely registered it as his body took two unsteady steps forward, a calloused hand instinctively reaching for the wall to steady his weight. The cool stone against his skin didn't serve to quell the embers of his anger even half as much as he'd hoped.

There were the constant squabbles for funding. Was he being spied on? The compromises on subject sourcing. One of his notebooks were missing. It had been too long since he'd had something sweet. He needed to get rid of the contamination in lab four. When had he last checked on Haeresys? Having to settle for parts and-

A faint laugh escaped his lips, the sound lost between the cracks in the walls. He'd done it again, forgotten his intentions and drifted into a string of preposterous thoughts. Being away from his work wasn't doing his mind any favors. A hand made its way towards the gleaming earring, the movement subconscious as he sought to disconnect from the network. For a moment placebo kicked in as he deposited the jewelry into his back pocket and all fell quiet around him. But ever the fast mind, it soon occurred that the voices, his voices dammit, weren't something that could simply be turned off anymore. They all- No, he just needed some time to assimilate and he would endure as he always had. With a renewed sense of determination, and a small shake of his head to clear his mind, he pushed open the door. Forcing himself not to wince as it creaked on its hinges, his jaw tensed. Another thing he'd need to get fixed. Not bothering to close the door behind him he stepped inside, hands clasped behind his back as he let his gaze scan across the shelves and stacks of equipment. Dust lingered atop the surfaces, a testament to how long it had been since he'd last had to restock he mused. The younger segments, not quite mature enough where he'd trust them, trust himself, to be in charge of any real research took care of such menial work as restocking the labs. Following the incident the laboratory had been stocked for a while, with material turnover naturally slowing down to match the available workforce.

He pushed down the intrusive thoughts reminding him that he'd been cutting corners and compromising on various things the past couple of days, actively avoiding having to leave his experiments to pick up new pipettes, tubes, plates, glassware, spare mechanic parts… He'd need some of the chemicals as well, unwieldy containers that took more time moving than what it was worth. He wanted to curse at himself, he should've written a note of what he needed. A glance over his shoulder and across the corridor was all it took to remind him how close his laboratory was, it would be easy to do a quick check. The thought had barely formed before a scowl settled on his face, going back and forth was hardly a necessity, he should know what he needed to bring over.

As his focus returned to the dimly lit room, a feeling of unease seeped into his bones. Nothing was placed as he remembered it. Granted, it had most likely been more than a century since this body had last been in here. The shelves were lined from floor to ceiling with various necessities, and he had to stop himself from swearing as he realized none of the boxes were labelled with anything save for some seemingly random assortment of letters and numbers. No doubt they had meaning, but the symbols refused to part with their secrets as his eyes roamed over them. He'd recognize his own handwriting anywhere, this version a little more legible than average. One of the youngsters had made the system then, that would only make figuring it harder. His hand ran through his hair, a small voice briefly reminding him how long it had been since he'd last washed it properly. Every box had a letter and between one to three numbers, the digits appearing random in their placement along the shelves. So they didn't indicate position in the room, meaning it must pertain to the content of the box. In that case, they were likely numbered so the things most often used had the lowest numbers, a simple yet relatively clever system. Perhaps the letters were some sort of category indicator, it could be based on the type of work it was required for? It wasn't a system without fault of course, the value having needed to be assigned based on subjective opinion. The youngest segments had likely never looked through any documents that could indicate how much or how often everything was ordered.

His headache was pushed back at the satisfaction of having cracked the code, now he'd just find the box with the lowest value and use that as a reference to grasp what things had been ranked as 'important'. A small smile tugged at the corner of his chapped lips as he perused the shelves, crimson eyes systematically skimming across the stocks. The heels of his boots clicked against the flooring with every step he took into the maze of shelves and loose containers lining the floor. Incredible how much had been shoved into the modest room. An accident in here could set his research months back, the thought in and of himself bringing some odd semblance of comfort which should by no means be there. A small hum of approval left him as his eyes found what they'd been looking for, bringing his scattered thoughts back to the present. Reaching out with gloved hands he grabbed a box, the container surprisingly light in his hold. Labelled as 'G-3' he'd expected it to contain something like glassware, but the feeling of it in his hands suggested it must then be largely empty. He set it down on the ground, kneeling to get a better look as he impatiently pried it open.

"Cotton?" The word had left his lips before he could stop it, the sound grating his ears. He could already hear the mocking laughter in his head, wanting nothing more than to rip whatever nerve cells were responsible for it out. Too distracted to put the crate back, he simply stood up and gave it a small push with the tip of his shoe, having already forgotten it as his mind ran rampant. If cotton was labeled so high, surely it couldn't be based on importance. What did he even use cotton for? Could it have been of use to one of the others in case a subject was bleeding? His stomach churned involuntarily, shoving aside memories of mangled bodies, picked apart for nothing in particular. It had been a disgusting endeavor, spearheaded by his worst perspective. But why should they have bothered with first aid when most of those subjects weren't even reused? An utter waste of materials.

He grasped another box, desperate to find what he needed and get out. The air weighed heavily on him as he kept pulling out crates and containers, all of them landing unceremoniously on the floor. Within just five minutes his movements had become erratic, almost desperate in the need to find something, anything he could use right now. This was his creation, fostered by his mind and realized by his hands. Another perspective, but ultimately him. The Doctor. A Fatui Harbinger. There was nothing he couldn't solve if given the tools and time, and he most certainly would not let something as inconsequential as… Glass crashed to the ground, the sound rattling his bones and pulling him back to the present as hundreds of delicate glass pipettes shattered. The fragments spilling from the crate he'd so carelessly tossed on the ground. He'd needed those. The realization made his movements falter, the jumbled voices in his head screaming for him to continue, stop, cry, anything and everything really. His finger tapped against his thigh in a quick rhythm, counting the taps in the back of his mind. A shaky hand reached up to unclasp the mask as he found himself desperate for anything to cool his burning skin. This was too much.

At least he didn't see any shattered or broken chemical containers meaning this was still only a disgraceful inconvenience, not a health hazard. Laughter erupted from his throat, the sound foreign and intrusive as he felt it worm its way inside his skull. His knees hit the hard stone before his mind could catch up. His head lowered, eyes widening as he saw a few unfamiliar droplets wetting the ground in front of him. The laughter died down to a faint chuckle as his throat constricted, only serving to make the sound of his gloved finger tapping more prominent in the ravaged room. His entire body stiffened as something not of his making reached his ears, the breathing pattern recognizable enough by now that it made him want to sink into the cracks beneath him. Instead, scarred hands moved by themselves to clip the mask back on before he straightened his back. "How. Long?" the words were by no means rude, a faint voice in the back of his mind praising him for not lashing out. If nothing else, he could cling to that small display of control to remind himself that all was well. "Long enough," she sounded like she'd wanted to say more but refrained, at least it seemed his technician was learning to control that damnable tongue of hers. The relief at her lack of further questioning had barely manifested when her next words washed over him like a bucket of cold water. "But pray tell, Doctor, how am I supposed to prepare the new solutes and buffers when you've seemingly decided to break all the clean glassware?" His fists tightened at the accusatory tone in her voice, making him feel like a scolded child. Making no effort to tread lightly, he got to his feet, hard heels slamming into the ground hard enough that the thought of looking for additional cracks in the ground briefly flashed through his mind. Within seconds he'd crossed the distance, no thoughts spared for the mess of items that cracked and broke beneath his feet. Towering over the young woman, he bit into the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing anything rash. She had proven too useful for his research, especially with the segments gone. He only had to endure until they were rebuilt. He leaned forward, hands clasped behind his back as he brought the beak of his mask uncomfortably close. A thin smile stretched across his lips as he saw her resolve crumble just enough for her to take half a step back. "As resourceful as you are, surely you can think something up, hm?" His voice was laden with derision as he straightened back up, fingers itching to dig into her skin hard enough to draw blood. Once more he found himself grateful for the mask that covered half his face, letting him close his eyes unnoticed for a brief moment of respite before striding past her. He had half a mind to grasp the door handle and slam the door behind him as he stepped into the hallway. "Ah, one moment Doctor. There's no system to it really, Xi simply had it memorized. I made an overview of sorts for my own convenience, it's on the back of the door," he swore there was a smug sort of satisfaction to her words as she continued, "in case you need it in the future." His hands had tightened into fists while she spoke. Of course it had been nothing but wishful thinking that such a foolish child would've created anything as worthwhile as a storage system. Despite his wounded pride, curiosity plucked at the edges of his thoughts and spurred him on. He'd already sunk low enough for a subordinate to see him in such a disgraceful state, satisfying the question on his mind would hardly make matters worse. "The codes. What is their purpose?" The words came out more clipped than he'd have liked, but just the act of forming a coherent sentence proved troublesome. He wanted to roll his eyes as he heard her sigh softly, it was a bad habit on her part, six even breaths followed by a sigh. Another miserable tool to fix.

Her words were drowned out by the ringing in his ears, vision blurred at the edges as he marched across the hallway and into his laboratory. The lock clicked into place as he shut the door behind him before ripping the mask off and tossing it aside, gloves following soon after. Fingers swiftly tangled in his locks, massaging at his scalp in an attempt to ease the tension. If he was lucky, his technician would get the message. Even if she had a key this was no time to intrude. His body slumped onto the nearest chair, his forehead almost immediately making contact with the table. Raspy chuckles mixed with quiet sobs as his nails scraped off the bloody scabs that had recently made themselves at home on his skin. His thoughts raged, mute voices mocking him for not having predicted this outcome. 'The codes? Oh, they're for Pantalone's convenience. It's how he prefers the materials we order to appear in the expense reports. Something about product codes.'

#dottore x oc #dottore x reader #lab technician reader #il dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #il dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #auph writes #memento mori #magspy look away lmao

[astralcamellia]

Day 060

Dottore x OC, but I'm going for more of a horror aspect

#my art #2024 #sketch #fan character #genshin oc #gi sei #canon x oc #dottore x oc #idk idk tired and brain chemicals are doing a bad today #if I didn't have such an intense reader's block rn #i would read manga to figure out how to actually use these tones #anyway Sei has above-average healing speeds- he'd probably find a use for that in this AU LOL.

[oneiricazalea]

029 // dottore x oc

#my art #daily sketch #dottore x oc #fc | genshin impact #giving her sarva's outfit bc i spent too long designing that to throw it out #and #rewarding myself. for beating the Inability To Do Literally Anything these past few days

[boundinparchment]

Il Dottore Masterlist

The following are my fanfics for the character Il Dottore of Genshin Impact. This list will be updated as chapters are updated or new stories are posted. These were also previously posted under @zhonglis-empty-wallet or @chevalier-of-fontaine

The title of each fic, beneath the header, links to AO3.

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Deus In Absentia

The first time was a coincidence. The second time was a fluke. But the third time? You were starting to think it was fate. Or, more likely, a calculated trap. {Please be aware this fic was written prior to 2022 leaks + Sumeru release.}

COMPLETED || Dottore x GN Reader w/ established personality || MASTERLIST

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Under Observation

“You yearn,” he replied, your name slipping from his lips with ease. Your heart skipped and you wondered if he felt the change in your pulse, in the way your breathing couldn’t quite return to normal. He hardly ever recalled anyone’s name if they weren’t significant in some way. “And I wish to observe and understand, exactly, just what it is you yearn for.”

COMPLETED || Dottore x Female reader || NSFW

Entire story is only on AO3

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He's always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really?

IN PROGRESS || Dottore x Female Reader w/ established personality || Rating subject to change || MASTERLIST

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Blasphemous Rumors

“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.”

IN PROGRESS || Dottore x Female reader w/ established personality || Rating subject to change || Slight enemies to lovers, slow burn ||

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Endless

The Lord of Amrita remade you in their image. Zandik showed you what it meant to reclaim the world. Title comes from 'Endless' by The Birthday Massacre. Contains human/mermaid relationship, sexual content, possessive behavior, tragic romance.

COMPLETED || Dottore/Mermaid Female Reader w/ Established Personality and nickname || NSFW

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State of Perfection

“You are quite an extraordinary creation. Do you know what that makes you, android?” Dottore leaned closer to you, his breath hot. He spoke with malice, his eyes that of a predator as his smirk widened into a cruel, vicious smile. You realized, too late, that he had already swooped down and seized his prey. “It makes you mine.”

COMPLETED || Dottore/Female Reader. Reader is an android of her own making. Dead Dove; Do Not Eat. Contains non-consensual sexual acts and explicit content.

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Tanzanite Refractions

Dottore was protective of his machinery and his car was no exception. No one was allowed to touch this car, let alone help wash it. No one, that was, except for you.

COMPLETED || Dottore x GN Reader || For @/surveyycorps ’s Dottore Modern AU

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Reprieve

In which Dottore helps you deal with the cyclical pain of having a uterus. As gender-neutral as possible but reader has a uterus; this references to everything that involves. Pure indulgent fluff.

COMPLETED || Dottore x Female Reader

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Chiaroscuro

Il Dottore cannot sleep and his mind cannot help but wander.

COMPLETED || Dottore x GN Reader

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Distraction

Dottore absolutely adores watching you squirm beneath his touch.

COMPLETED || Dottore x Female Reader || NSFW

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Sway With Me

A clash of egos over the annual Winter Ball results in an attempt to display that, on occasion, the land of Cryo was capable of thawing every once in a while.

COMPLETED || Dottore x GN Reader

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Adrift

Segment creation was not for the faint of heart or will. Rare occasions, such as this, were reminders. In which Dottore is lost, for a moment, and Reader brings him back.

COMPLETED || Dottore x Reader

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Caught the Light

She glows sometimes and he cannot help but think of the radiant cores of the Ruin Machines from so long ago.

COMPLETE || Zandik x Sohreh || Relies on the theory that Dottore = Zandik

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Spillways

Actions have consequences: this time, she accepted them. A different set of events for 'Of Blood and Sparks.' It is the cruel beast that you feed / It is your burning yearning need to bleed / Through the spillways - Ghost

IN PROGRESS || Dottore x Original Female Character

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Tell Me Who You Wanna Be {And I Will Set You Free}

“You threw me down a fucking cliff just to see if my Vision would reignite?” “As if you had any better ideas on how to reclaim your power. You refuse to touch a Delusion.” The last thing either of them wanted was to be stuck in a safe house with the other. In the middle of a snowstorm in Snezhnaya.

FINISHED || Dottore x Original Female Character || NSFW

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Une Rencontre

Prior to Of Blood and Sparks, partway through the manga. A run-in between a disgraced knight and a Harbinger on his way out of Mondstadt.

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Lab Rats

Il Dottore makes a mechanical friend for his pet rat.

COMPLETED || No pairing

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In Plain Sight

A ridiculous scheme, really. Hiding as a toymaker in Inazuma. Of all things, Dottore didn't anticipate his assistant possibly being the Outlander from the stars. Not canon compliant, crack!fic

COMPLETED || No pairing

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Have You Tried Turning It Off and Turning It Back On?

Speculation Crack!fic. Just because his segments were cybernetic, no one bothered to consider that maybe IT wasn’t actually in his realm of responsibilities.

IN PROGRESS || No pairing || Crack!fic

#dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #genshin impact reader insert #il dottore x oc #genshin impact dottore #dottore x oc #fanfiction masterlist #masterlist #juni's dottore masterlist #as always do not steal #that goes without saying

[ilydottie]

| My love, are you the devil? |

Pairing: Dottore x Oc!Cecilia

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Manipulation, Dottore mocks Cecilia, Some selfship lore sprinkled in, Toxic Relationship, Hurt/Comfort (if you can even call this comfort), Mention of Medical Tests, Unknown Medical Problems(?), Implied Human Experimentation (if you squint), Power Imbalance, Angst, Abuse, 937 words yoink.

A/n: Hello, today I bring a new oc/selfship lore. Tomorrow? Who knows. I really hope this all makes sense because I put a lot of love and research into this fic. So, uhm yeah enjoy <3

The title of this fic are the lyrics to this song <3

Summary: When Cecilia turns to Dottore for comfort he has no other choice but to accept. After all, it would make for a good bargaining chip.

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho

His gloved hand ran along her hair, smoothing it down in an effort to comfort her. It seemed to silence Cecilia’s already soft cries. She laid her head in his lap like a sad animal, one that wandered aimlessly waiting for any kind stranger who’d let it in. Thankfully, Dottore had no qualms about taking her into his arms and enjoying the quiet silence with her, even if she was still fragile. Perhaps, he preferred it that way, though. Her body shuddered against his on the couch and her hand clung to the bottom of his lab coat for solace. He was so warm in that moment for someone so unbelievably cold. She was pleasantly surprised by his very calm demeanor regardless of how temporary it might’ve been.

“There, There.” His tone was mocking, but Cecilia didn’t care.

She shifted her body so that she faced him, but still avoided looking at him. He continued petting her hair in a slow and careful manner. It felt nice, too nice. It wasn’t unlike Dottore to have some ulterior motives, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. Truthfully, she wasn’t the most behaved when she had come into his lab, either. Cecilia had stormed into there in a rage, tears burning at the corner of her eyes as she lashed out. Normally this behavior would not have flown with Dottore, resorting to probably an even worse punishment than usual, but I guess he was feeling rather forgiving at that moment. At least that’s what Cecilia said to convince herself that his comfort truly was just that.

Although she should know better than that by now. Especially considering how Dottore had taken her under his wing when many, if not all, had deemed her a lost cause. While others called her ‘worthless’ and other such names, Dottore simply saw Cecilia as another interesting subject. The lengths of her incapabilities baffled The Doctor even after all the years the two of them had spent together. No one was just this fragile, but that was something she proved him wrong on many times. She had no vision yet couldn’t even wield a delusion to save her life. If anything the one time she did use a delusion nearly killed her, if it weren’t for her quick thinking and even quicker instincts she would’ve been long dead by now.

Even with the many inconclusive tests, frustrating negative results, and the many sleepless nights spent researching for something that by all means shouldn’t exist; Dottore had found no reason that a body should be as frail as hers. Still, all his work had ultimately been for nothing, but that didn’t mean he would stop searching for the answer. Of course, while he did promise Cecilia he’d back off from his little obsession with her and her body, he never said for how long he’d do it. Nor was he going to comfort her without a little something in return, a give and take if you will. Although I guess it was alright for now. 

He’d pet her hair, say a nice thing or two, and maybe even wait a few days before he brought up his supposed deal, but he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of what her expression might turn to as she suddenly realizes what he means by his words. Truthfully Cecilia’s relationship with him had never been one born out of sincerity and generosity. He always did love seeing the look on Cecilia’s face as she realized she was betrayed by him once again. Although, he enjoyed being the one to swoop in and save her from his own dark deeds, as well. Why could he not be both the villain and the hero in her story?  

Suddebnly he was torn from his daydream and his attention was returned back to Cecilia who had sniffled, looking up at him with doe eyes. He aww’d audibly, mocking her again as he scooped her up into his arms, pulling her close to his chest while he continued stroking her hair gently. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held onto him dearly. 

“Oh, my poor little lamb.” Dottore cooed. 

Cecilia hadn’t suspected that a single thing was amiss. You’d have thought being betrayed and used continuously by the same man would ‘ve made her learn her lesson eventually. Fortunately, for Dotttore that was the furthest from the truth, and as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her wet cheek, he wondered just how she could be so naive. Although, on the other hand.. He didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t the least bit worried. He brushed away a stray piece of her hair. She really was the most fragile creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and he just couldn’t wait to unravel all her secrets. 

#dottore x oc #dottore x original character #genshin x oc #genshin x original character #oc x canon

[foozle-woesies]

Hey bookie I got a question for u

Say Dottore manages to get a partner somehow god knows how 👀 what if said PARTNER 👀 finds out about his crazy kookoo human experimentation ring and maybe kinda doesn't like it? What's he doing.

🪲💉Amenhotep discovers that Dottore experiments on people and thinks it’s lowkey a little sick and freaky and NOT in a cool way.💉🪲

So because of REASONS 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I’m going with Amenhotep for this ask. Not a “dottore X Reader” Deal! Sorry if that’s what ppl want :( but I like my oc and I know u do too LMFAO

So yea! This is my oc. Amenhotep. I posted about him recently.

Warnings: hints to human experimentation and also like. Manipulation and lying. Because it’s Dottore.

Amenhotep was never in the loop about his husband’s job. The living quarters and lab were very separate- both areas were soundproofed (mostly to let amenhotep relax since his senses are heightened), so Amenhotep never really knew what was happening behind closed doors. All he knew was that Dottore was a doctor- he performed odd and new “procedures”, sure, but it was for the greater good… right?

Of course, he never learns about the lab’s happenings from Dottore himself. Sometimes the fatui will have elaborate dances or work parties for the harbingers to socialize like rich people do. Amenhotep, being quite intimidated by the other harbingers, tends to hang around Dottore or the other harbinger’s spouses.

At one of these parties, Amenhotep was standing with the other spouses, seeing as Dottore was busy talking about business with Pantalone. These other spouses were all tipsy and getting into gossip. This ends up with Amenhotep learning that his husband kidnaps and experiments on people… and he doesn’t think that’s a very good thing. OBVIOUSLY.

He feels off for the rest of the night, which Dottore notices quickly. Dottore was always able to detect Amenhotep’s emotions right off the bat- to try and help him, Dottore left the work party early, and inquired about what’s bothering Amenhotep on the walk home.

Amenhotep reluctantly admitted that some of the others had told him what Dottore does for his job. Dottore, who was never one to show much emotion, jumped and seemingly became slightly panicked. This upset Amenhotep even more.

“It’s for the greater good! I don’t just harm or take people! I’d never do such things! I take in legitimate patients! I only do things to cure them!” Are all things that are along the lines of what Dottore would tell him. And Amenhotep would fully believe him.

Dottore had never lied to Amenhotep before- why would he start now? He couldn’t ever see Dottore being a bad person. Hell, Amenhotep had some odd disease that Dottore had never seen before- he never did needless operations and every. Single. Thing. Dottore ever did was to genuinely try and improve his quality of life.

Amenhotep and Dottore’s marriage was happy. They treated each other well, they were fully open and honest to each other- really, they were in the perfect relationship. But Amenhotep realized how little he truly knew about Dottore’s work life. He caught himself shooting an extra glance at the lab doors when he passed them, straining his ears to hear any odd sounds from those rooms, and trying to determine what Dottore had done that day through vague questions.

Amenhotep knew what the fatui was. He couldn’t marry a harbinger and not know. But it had never occurred to him that Dottore would do bad things, even if he was certain the other harbingers would.

In the end, Amenhotep fully believes Dottore is doing things he truly views as “good”. Whether said actions are objectively good or bad, he’ll never know. The thought never fails to unsettle him.

The truth is, Dottore does believe his work is for the betterment of humanity… for the most part. He knows what he’s doing. He knows it’s awful. He’s just a man who prefers to keep his personal life and job separated. Everyone needs a place of normalcy to return to, no?

#oc x canon #dottore #dottore genshin #original character #genshin oc #dottore x oc #genshin headcanons #dottore headcanons

[sebastitties]

I'm beginning to hate myself more and more each day

#dottore x reader #dottore x oc #This was made for no particular reason at all #I'm just fucking stupid

[naorod]

Butterfly effect - Chapter one

Warning this is an oc x canon story and the story may be slightly different as canon events.

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Short summary: Yvonne was living her last years at the Sumeru Akademiya, before her Eleazar slowly consumed her body. During this time, she met a rather suspicious scholar, whom her life suddenly took 360°. However the past can't be keep as a secret and the future is just as fragile, as a small piece of glass.

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Yvonne heard some rumors about a certain scholar. People called him mad and a freak, someone who was chased out from his village. - And so she wanted to see him with her own eyes.

Neriah said it’s a bad idea - but it didn’t stop her from it. In fact, she just wanted to do it more. It’s not like she would be afraid - she never was afraid. Death was in the corner of her shadow anyway. However Neriah didn’t know it, and she wished to keep it a secret.

She walked across the Akademiya. Students were talking with each other about their research and some daily things. Some of them greeted the girl and she responded to them greatly - though she hated them all. Everyone was a hypocrite, that was what she learnt during the three years she has been on the Akademiya.

Living in Sumeru as a foreigner wasn’t a cherry on the pie - at least not at the start. Now most of the people love her for her cheerful and kind nature, but this love wasn’t real, it was some kind of darkness that cramped out from their hearts - they just wanted her help, her brain and mind. Yvonne was known as someone who gladly helped out others, who took part in different research fields, though she did it for her own enjoyment and out of boredom, rather than actually for others. When she get bored of it, she left. Others just simply thought that she was too busy. The only research that never bored her was her secret from Khaneri’ah. It was something that fascinated her from a young age and never made her bored through her teenage years. But it was something that was meant to be kept a secret, the Sages wouldn’t be happy if they knew about it - no one would be happy about it. Researching their technology was something forbidden, and scholars feared to search for the forbidden.

Though she always believed that a true scholar needs to take risks and doesn’t fear the forbidden, doesn’t fear to break the rules. After all, everyone has their own dark secrets, don't they? So when she met Zandik, she was highly surprised.

It was just a normal evening on the Akademiya, students were learning and researching in the library as always in these hours. Most of the tables were all occupied, except one, where a single person sat. He had light blue hair, and piercing red eyes that would freak out anyone who looked into them. His expression was cold as he ran through his research papers. Other students were avoiding him, not even daring to go close. There were probably just a few stupid ones that were bold enough to go near the Akademiya’s freak. Yvonne wasn’t stupid, but she was the boldest of all.

As she stopped beside him, it looked like the boy ignored her. She waited some seconds, even a minute if he would look at her, but she felt like a ghost when nothing happened. So she coughed, and those rigid red eyes immediately locked with her warm, purple ones. Silence.

The boy suddenly gathered all of his papers and books as he stood up and started to walk away. The aura between him was everything just not welcoming, but Yvonne didn’t feel like giving up yet.

“Wait!” *she shouted - though not so loudly - after him, however it was pointless. She ran after the boy, following him who knew where he was heading. She didn’t even know that the Akademiya had places like that before, so she was a bit lost and bumped into his back when he suddenly stopped. Though the boy didn’t complain, at least not now.

As she looked at him, she met his red eyes again, that were gazing at her over his shoulder. His face was rather…intriguing as he stared at her, no not at her, rather her soul. He didn’t say a word yet, but Yvonne understood him. She was thinking about maybe she should leave and try her luck next time, but then suddenly he spoke.

“Are you always following people?” His tone was cold, but calm, though she could sense some sort of irritation.

“No.” She said just as calmly as she straightened herself, staring back into his eyes to show that she isn’t afraid of him. And it eventually worked, the boy turned to face her.

“Then…what do you want?” His voice was now much more harsher as he narrowed his eyes. Yvonne thought that he probably ended up bullying before, though she wasn’t sure, he looked scary and most of the scholars loved their life more.

“I just wanted to know you.” She wasn’t really sure why she just spit it out, it was mostly not her tactic, however she felt that it would be the best if she will be honest.

“I don’t have time for these…unimportant things.” It was sure that his opinion was much harsher but he decided to be a bit more gentle.

“Getting know people and making connections is unimportant for you?” She asked with a curiosity in her eyes as she waited for his answer. She saw the annoyance on his face, like he didn’t want to go into details but he sighed then backed off. Probably he understands that she won’t leave him alone until she doesn't talk with him. It was her greatest flaw: being stubborn no matter what.

“It is, when the other person is just a brainless student.”

If someone else would be in her place then they would probably get offended. But all she could do was to smirk about it, even if she wasn’t arrogant like him, she was proud of her own brain and knowledge.

“Try me.” She said challengingly. “Let’s bet. If I can discuss with you three different topics for at least 10 minutes each, then you will surrender and let me know you. But if I lose…then I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

Zandik thought for a second about this, then nodded.

“Sure, let’s do it. But don’t hope that I’ll go easy on you.”

So they started. She was completely into his mercy as he could bring up anything he wanted. But she was confident and didn’t fear anything. After all, she didn’t really have anything to lose. The two topics went completely smoothly, they even talked more than a half hour about the second one, so Zandik felt that he would lose and with a risky thought he threw in something that she wouldn’t even imagine.

He started to talk about Khaneri’ah, though not openly. She stared at him. He probably thought that she didn’t have a slight glimpse of what he was talking about, because she saw a small smirk appear in the corner of his lips. But then it was her time to smirk as she replied to him greatly, with a lot of confidence and knowledge. It was his time to frown.

“Wait. What?” His eyes slightly widened as he stared at her with disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me right.” She said innocently. “Is it so surprising?”

“Yes!” He said immediately then went silent for a while. They both stared into eachothers eyes, like they would figure out which one of them would be more expert in the subject. She could see that his mind was going crazy. Was it a mistake that he let her know of his interest in ancient civilization? …but they were both in the same shoes, so she wouldn’t dare to tell anyone, right? “Why?” At the end it was the only thing he could ask.

“There is so much reason why!” She said happily, though she didn’t want to tell the actual reasons, at least not yet.

Zandik then didn’t say anything for a while, just stretched the back of his neck. They were standing here in complete silence as she was waiting for him to say anything. Anything more. It looked like he was fighting with his demons inside his mind, who knows what he was thinking about. He then sighed and closed his eyes for a second as he spoke.

“I need to admit that I lost.” His voice was rather quiet and calm, but a hint of irritation was still there. “What do you want to know about me? But I’ll warn you that I won’t talk about anything too personal so don’t even try to ask or else…” he then stopped, what he would do? He can’t just hurt her, a lot of people saw her following him. He groaned.

The girl stayed silent for a while, just watching him with a tiny bit of a smile on her face. Maybe she knew exactly what he was thinking about. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say that I want to know everything right now.”

“What do you mean right now?” Zandik looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, thinking the worst.

“We can’t get to know each other from a few hours of talking.” Her smile turned rather into a mischievous one, that was the moment when the boy knew he got tricked mercilessly.

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[hiperacid2]

Baby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine⭒──⚝

⚝ dottore x oc / reader if you can ignore my OCs physical description

⚝ pre-relationship, mostly some kind of fluff, angst if you squint at the end, written for valentines 2023, some descriptions of blood and violence but nothing too graphic. posted on ao3 too! wc: 2.2k aprox

Valentines day is known as the day where love is in the air, where everyone also celebrates their Archons love, even if it's frozen forever.

However, in the castle this is like any other day, everyone works just as much as yesterday and tomorrow, some people gift each other chocolates, yes, but the work never stops, the only person who celebrates this holiday fully is Her Majesty's daughter, gifting her unusual little family of harbingers some of the finest chocolates in all the land, some of them even imported from all over Teyvat. Theres a singular person who receives special treatment apart from Tsaritsa, and it's the one who absolutely despises these "holidays", and spends it holed up in the labs, Dottore.

It's not that he hates it per se, it's the fact that he was almost never included sincerely, he had received chocolates during his akademiya days but it was all people that whenever they got to meet the reality disappeared from his life or started to alienate him.

He really didn't expect the turn that day took, well, he should have since he knew from what the segments experienced, some day the girl was going to do a bold move, he just wasn't expecting her to do it so soon.

Vera hummed a Snezhnayan lullaby as she walked from her office to the harbingers ones, handing in little baskets with chocolate arrangements, varying from extra sweet, white and pink ones for her dear auntie Columbina, to dark concentrated bitter for the Balladeer who almost looked at her like she was pulling a prank, until she flipped one of the tags and he saw it was bitter and not sweet. Pantalone received exotic fruits from all over Teyvat covered in chocolate, ideal for his teas, and in exchange the man shot her a suspicious glare as if the were poisoned. Sandrone didnt like chocolates so she arranged a bouquet of mondstatian flowers, Pulcinella never accepted her gifts, and Capitano rejected only the chocolates, so she resorted to gift him weaponry she caught whenever she is raiding big fishes or finds them in her victims. This year Arlecchino was in the orphanage managing things so she sent her gifts there with all sorts of new knives and snacks. She avoided Pierro like the plague, either way the man didnt want her gifts, and she didnt think he really deserves any.

The only basket left in her office was a slightly bigger one than the rest, full of Sumerian snacks, ruin drake cores, and all sorts of poisonous plants carefully sorted in little jars, labeled in Vera's penmanship. This year she was going to make her advances towards the resident madman, the challenge would be finding Prime, and avoiding the segments with their questions or teasing, hardly happens but its a possibility. 

Picking up the basket, she exited her office and started her way towards the basement labs thinking about his reaction, usually she gave her gifts to the first segment she came across, to be delivered to Prime, so this was going to be a completely new experience.

The jars clinking were the only sound heard in the deserted corridors, almost no one frequented this place for fear of catching the man in a bad mood and ending as a lab rat, so she was sure he was already aware of someone coming, the imposing metal doors at the end growing in size. It was a good thing she wasn't really nervous, just curious, as she stopped in front of them and raised a hand to knock on it. Knock knock. Silence engulfed the space, no sound coming from behind the doors. Vera knocked once again and still no response. Opening the heavy door, the space was littered with half finished weapons, there was a corpse laying in a bed impossible to miss for her even with a large cloth over it, and a lot of things she had never seen. There was a wooden door in a corner, probably his office, once again the jars clinked as she walked and shifted the basket in her hands. Looking around, carefully dodging papers and machinery pieces on the floor, she made her way towards the door, and knocked twice firmly, suddenly, nervousness overtook her, but it was too late for backing down, so she waited, until a muffled voice said "Come in".

Breathing in, she pushed the door open, and gently closed it once inside the room. "Good afternoon Doctor." she paused, looking at the man who was still reading some papers "I wanted to give you your Valentines gift, if you are so kind as to accept it. ". The man now was looking at her, she didn't see his eyes, but felt his gaze trying to pin her in her place. "My, this year I'm graced by the Innamorati herself in the flesh", standing up, and circling the desk covered in strewn papers. "I'm not here as Innamorati, but as Vera." she looked at the basket in her hands. 

"And what is Vera doing this year here in my office?" He paused, still analyzing the woman, trying to make her crack and show fear to no avail, her strawberry colored hair shining pale in the artificial lights, "Usually some segment comes around with a basket of snacks, why the change of heart, sweetie?" he sat on the surface of the desk, letting out a sardonic laugh "don't tell me that some segment treated you badly, Tsaritas precious gem".

"No, Dottore, no segment treated me badly", she raised her eyebrow, annoyed, "Cant I bring you personally a gift now?". Now this was interesting, if he was going to play it like this, she was going to go lower. The little important detail is that she couldn't play like she wanted to in unknown territory, and damage was done letting her annoyance show, she just couldnt slip back into sweetheart without the Second taking note of it. "Either way I thought a little walk hurts nobody", she looked around, "unless I'm interrupting your important work" gripping the handle, she started to bounce on her feet lightly. "I hope this basket is to your liking, there's some… things in there, see it for yourself", she walked towards the desk, and put it over a pile of papers, balancing precariously. He was still looking at her, silent, no trace of emotion about the gift anywhere, until suddenly, he smiled, all pointed tooth on display,  this was the closest Vera got to him in her whole life, and she already wanted to feel his blood on her hands, caress his organs and taste just a drop of his blood. Her eyes darkened, and the usual bloodlust that surrounded her started to make itself known, but he had no opportunity to catch this as she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head to look at him, "I really hope you accept this gift, I would hate for the belladona i carefully collected to go to waste," a pause, letting him butt in if he wanted to, but cutting him, "Unless I can offer you to be myself the belladonna, specifically yours, don't you like to play with toys, Doctor?" a manicured hand came up swiftly, like dancing, to rest over where his heart should be. "I sure like to play myself with some hearts, literally speaking" She then traced the point of the birdlike mask, "after all I only have eyes for one person" carefully measured words were all she had in mind, thats what working closely with pantalone gifts you.

Dottore let her get closer, it was entrancing how the innocent look she had was betrayed by the sudden hunger in the acidic green pools, made him wonder how far he could drag it out, the innocent devotee with bloodlust. Naturally he knew about Vera having interest in him, Pantalone never shut up about it, how the snake's eyes followed him every time they were all reunited in the throne room, or they crossed paths in his office. But true to his nature, he was going to come out with the lower hand, if she was stooping to his level, might as well go lower and send the little cute snake back into the bushes. He was still smiling maniacally, and when her finger reached the point of the mask, he pushed against her finger, half raising it, letting a piercing red eye look at her directly, “Oh? Do you?” Something dangerous twinkled in that gaze, his only visible eye narrowing “Do I know them? Him? Her?” he lightly pushed off her hand, but didnt let it go, his other hand coming to fix the mask over his face once again, as if she hadn't just seen for the first time in her life Prime Dottores face. “Maybe your uncles need to know about them, after all, you’re the princess of the land”, he looks at the basket, “Should you really be gifting these things to me and not your beloved?”. 

Oh, so that was the game he wanted to play, “I don't know, do you?” Her free hand touched her chin in a pensive gesture, now that she knew the general place in which his eyes were, she was looking straight at him. “As for the gifts, I would be really sad if the things my assistant brought aaaalllll the way from Sumeru and went through all the trouble that is avoiding the forest rangers nagging went bad” Her hand brought up a vial full of kalpalata lotus petals between them, placing them back in the basket, and then taking out some chaos bolts, making them spin in a bubble made with her vision, "I can always give these parts to Sandrone to put them on Katya, and I'm sure 'Bina will always welcome the snacks from me" the bubble popped and the bolt fell on her hand, to be placed back in the basket, looking back at his eyes "Would you really make the Princess upset?" Her eyes turned glassy, but the void was always present, not even the fake moisture could give those orbs some shine, "What would Pierro say about it?" His lips twitched, he was about to crack and she will drink his reaction like the most expensive firewater in existence, all of it, to be remembered forever. She raised her hand to her forehead and put the final nail in the coffin, grabbing the wrist of his hand that still held her arm "Oh! Poor Vera! Dottore rejected the gift she made with all her heart and now she's sad and miserable, that good girl does not deserve that kind of harsh treatment!".

In a blink she was in previously Dottores place against the desk, his hand on her jaw, pressing her cheeks, the cold leather from his free hand contrasting with the warm one still holding her arm, and now it was her turn to grin mischievously, her next movements were slow, after all she was in a big disadvantage, and wasn't free from punishment if the Second saw it fit, even if it was to spite her. She raised her hand in surrender, but he was still holding her in her place, his anger filling the air with tension, "Okay, I get it, no Pierro then, I don't even like the man either way" her hand coming to disarm her vision at her hip, to enhance the point of no harm, she knew parting with her vision like that was dangerous, but she trusted him in a sick way of knowing he would not risk harm to her on behalf of her Mother. Vera risked losing her hand literally and once again put it over his heart, "I know you know, I'm sure Pantyman got a kick of getting on your nerves by telling my business, two birds one shot" she rolled her eyes, "As I said when I first came, I just wanted to bring the gift myself this year instead of sending it through Omega who frequents the corridors of the offices doing all your socials" his hand relents and releases her, "give the man a break and go take some sun yourself, old man", she takes back her hand and pushes herself away from the desk  "maybe I want to sneak a glance without having to pester the resident mora snake when I catch wind of you being outside the basement".

Clipping back her vision to her belt, looking at the man that now towers over her; she fixes his mask that was crooked from the fast movement, and carefully fixes a stray strand of hair. Without saying anything else, Vera exits the office and makes her way to the corridors, leaving behind a very confused Dottore.

reblogs are appreciated!!

a/n: if you have any questions about Vera, ask away! I'm happy to talk about my baby, my golden child with bloodied hands.

do not repost or translate. this work belongs to hiperacid2

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[acornwinter]

self insert x dottore real 😻😻😻

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[randomstuffstbh22]

Dottore x original character

Can be used as reader insert

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[astralcamellia]

Day 059

Dottore x OC, but it’s late and he has a meeting in the morning and this is the third time she’s coming to remind him to sleep

#my art #sketch #2024 #fan character #genshin oc #gi sei #canon x oc #dottore x oc

[kaenviii]

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