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POV: You're going on a date with Scaramouche

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Hiii it's my first time requesting, i really like your dottore fics, how do u think about a fluffy fic of Dottore making the medicine by himself and taking care of a sick whiny and super cuddly reader? (they won't take the medicine until he takes it first) <33

Dottore's Soft Spot

A/N: Ahhh, thank you so much. I hope you enjoy 🩷

It wasn’t often that the infamous Dottore, the cold, calculating Harbinger, found himself dealing with something as mundane as the common cold. Yet, here he was, pacing around his lab, brewing a concoction to soothe a fever-ridden and utterly whiny partner who was curled up in a mess of blankets on his couch.

The low hum of his machinery and the bubbling of various concoctions were drowned out by your pitiful groans. Despite your usual resilience, you had been taken down by a nasty bug, and your usual energy was replaced by a pitiful, clingy version of yourself.

"Dottore… my head hurts…" your voice croaked from under the blankets, muffled but still loud enough for him to hear.

Dottore turned from his workbench, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock annoyance. “I told you, it's because you refuse to take the medicine. This would be over if you did.”

You poked your head out of the blankets, your face flushed from fever. “Not until you take it first. How do I know it’s safe?”

Dottore pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a soft sigh. You were the only one in the world who could get away with doubting his medicine, or questioning his methods, without facing his sharp tongue. Instead, he shook his head with an exasperated smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Do you really think I would give you something unsafe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You pouted dramatically, not unlike a child. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… well, what if it tastes horrible? I won’t take it unless you take it first.”

Dottore’s gaze softened, just a little. Normally, he would be irritated by such resistance, but with you, it was different. You always knew how to push his buttons in just the right way.

“Fine,” he said, turning back to the potion, his long fingers gracefully moving to pour a bit of the elixir into a glass vial. “I’ll try it. But after that, you’ll take it without any more fuss.”

You watched him through sleepy eyes, your body weak but still determined to hold him to his word. He walked over, his dark robes sweeping behind him as he approached the couch. Sitting beside you, Dottore held the vial up to his lips, his expression deadpan.

“Happy?” he muttered before downing the liquid in one quick gulp.

He winced ever so slightly at the bitter aftertaste, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. His sharp red eyes flicked toward you, expecting you to be satisfied now. However, you had already started reaching out for him, your feverish body craving his warmth more than the medicine.

“Dottore…” you whined softly, tugging at his sleeve.

He sighed, leaning down to grab the vial with your dose in it. “You said you’d take it if I did. Here.”

But instead of grabbing the medicine, you tugged him closer, managing to pull him down to sit on the edge of the couch with you. His usual cold demeanor faltered as you wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him like he was the only source of comfort in the world.

“You’re so warm…” you mumbled into his chest, nuzzling against him as though he were a pillow.

Dottore blinked, stunned for a moment by the sudden affection. His hands hovered awkwardly over you, unsure of where to place them. As much as he was a genius in the laboratory, emotions and affection were something he still struggled with, especially when they came in the form of a clingy, fever-stricken you.

“[Name],” he said softly, his voice losing some of its edge. “You’re supposed to drink the medicine, not use me as your personal heater.”

You groaned in response, burying your face further into his chest. “I’ll take it… in a minute… Just stay here, please?”

He sighed again, this time a softer sound, and allowed his hand to gently rest on your back, rubbing soothing circles despite himself. You were sick, after all, and it wasn’t like he could just push you away. He wasn’t that heartless.

He let you cling to him for a while, listening to your soft breathing as you relaxed in his arms. For someone usually so strong and independent, it was strange seeing you like this—so vulnerable, so needy. But he couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through him at the thought that you trusted him enough to let your guard down completely.

After a few more minutes of holding you, he gently nudged you.

“Alright,” he said softly. “You’ve cuddled enough. Time to take your medicine.”

You groaned in protest but didn’t resist when he carefully pulled away and handed you the vial. With a sigh of defeat, you downed the potion, wincing at the taste.

“Ugh, it’s bitter!” you complained, your face scrunching up.

Dottore smirked. “I told you it would help. The taste is irrelevant.”

You set the vial aside and immediately reached out for him again, clearly still wanting to be held. Dottore gave a long-suffering sigh but didn’t resist as you pulled him back down, resting your head against his shoulder this time.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” he murmured, though there was no real bite to his words.

“Mmm,” you hummed, half-asleep now, your fever slowly fading thanks to the medicine. “You love me anyway.”

Dottore couldn’t argue with that. He merely let his hand stroke your hair as he settled beside you, allowing himself to relax for a rare moment. He’d never admit it, but holding you like this… it wasn’t so bad.

As you drifted off to sleep, he watched you with a rare, soft expression, a warmth blooming in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe taking care of you wasn’t such a terrible task after all.

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Masterlist

a quiet place x yandere! dottore

dottore could not find it in himself to leave his lab behind, no, it was too dear to him - he had conducted far too many experiments and learned far too many things to let it go so easily.

not to mention you. if he considered leaving the laboratory, he would have to take you along with him; you, though he couldn't imagine being without you, you were a pain in his side.

dottore could not leave this laboratory. so, he decided he would make do with his situation. dottore had since removed his shoes since the last thing he would want was the alert those creatures.

dottore expected that you'd soon be waking up from your week-long sleep. after those creatures had crashed down on snezhnaya, dottore reasoned that you would only cause him trouble so, with a tasty concoction, he put you to sleep.

dottore entered his laboratory, where you slept stiffly on the exam table. he maneuvered around you, grabbing a notebook and prepared to scribble away - to explain the situation the two of you were in.

you shifted, slowly sitting up.

dottore held a finger over his lip, silently hushing you. he saw that look on your face; he saw the way your lips parted, the way you wanted to scream, so he held his finger over your lip, shaking his head once again hushing you.

slowly, he moved his finger away from your lip and began scribbling in the notepad; you could make out the words 'you must,' 'silent,' 'there,' 'creatures, ' a sound,' and 'die.'

you shook your head - curse his messy handwriting, but now you were afraid and more confused than you were when you woke up.

dottore looked back down to the pad and wrote the word 'understand?'

again, you shook your head, but you didn't dare speak - if he was telling the truth, you would die, so you couldn't risk it.

dottore looked down at the notepad, before glancing at you, then he wrote 'do not make a sound.'

this felt real... this didn't feel like one of his sadistic mind games, not this time and you were scared.

and it seemed dottore knew you all too well, as much as you hated it - he watched as a tear rolled down your cheek and he wiped it away. he would do anything to keep you quiet, anything.

so, when your bottom lip quivered, and you leaned forward, attempting to get off of the exam table, dottore hugged you.

it was a firm hug; one to keep your cries muffled and keep you in place. so, when he felt you cry on his shoulder he was just grateful that he was there to muffle the cries - he would pet your head, silently soothing you without a complaint if that kept you calm.

but that was never enough to keep the monsters at bay.

his pen rolled off the table and dropped to the floor. in that moment, dottore lowered his head and sighed.

you heard the creature crash through the manor and heard its purr as it roamed around and dottore held a finger to your lips, shaking his head.

you were in tears at this point, all you could think of was how you would die and never see your family again.

the creature roamed his laboratory, and you trembled - dottore tried to calm you, his free hand massaging your trembling hand but it was of no use.

he looked at you, at your wide tearful eyes and mouthed, "close your eyes," and you did.

the creature purred, bumping into glass vials and whatnot, getting alarmed and examining the room repeatedly before eventually turning and leaving the laboratory but it never left the manor.

dottore sighed once more, there goes his laboratory. he stepped back slowly, assessing the situation - liquids spilled all over the floor, glass shattered everywhere, and years of research down the drain.

it seemed he had nothing left to stay for - leaving was now preferable; leaving with you, that was.

evil.