Dottore Having To Dispose Of A Faulty Clone (maybe Bc They Were Threatening Reader) And Then Handfeeding

dottore having to dispose of a faulty clone (maybe bc they were threatening reader) and then handfeeding reader parts of it like cannibalism as a metaphor for love…. do we see the vision or is this a little too 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 💔💔

A/n: pookie you're all good, thank you for feeding my brain worms with this idea I'm sending you smooches. I do hope I executed this well. I had a lot in my head that I wanted to write for this but I didn't want this to turn into a word scramble so here's this. Enjoy <3

Content: Dottore x GN reader, dark content(?), a bit yandere, implied unhealthy relationship, implied cannibalism, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, idk what else to tag as I never posted something like this so if anything else needs tagging feel free to lemme know

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Several candles lined the polished oak table, its surface smooth and almost sticky, the light rippling over the dark lines of the carvings on top like little light bugs chasing one another. The golden hues danced over the plates as well, but the dim light scarcely allowed for a good look at the dishes.

The fork extending forward to your lips was the only thing that held your attention long enough to be observed, taken in fully, lips closing around the bit of meat and vegetables. The juice and oil fills your mouth, sinking past your teeth and around your gums, the taste is rich yet stale all at once. You couldn’t comment on it, you didn't know what to say about it. Not with the Doctor sitting at your side and being the one to feed you so, so gently.

It's hard to remember when was the last time he looked so gentle, kind even, perhaps when he was lighting up the candles with such care, as if his own breath would blow the flames into a blaze, allowing you to see your plate in full.

The meat was well done, seasoned to your liking, and something told you it was Dottore’s own hand who prepared it, gave it his all to make it so perfect for consumption. Parts of him were laced through every sensation, every smell and every bite. Your own plate is set before him and he's cutting all your bites, spearing pieces of meat and salad onto the fork before feeding it to you, making sure you ate well.

The dull ache in your arms is brought back into memory as you languidly chew on a bite, and your fingers absentmindedly touch over your sleeves over where the bruises lay, feeling the ache grow.

“Do they still hurt you?” His voice called out amidst smoky smells and brown fog, calling you to the present. “Have you gotten any rest at all, my dear?” He added, his head tilting in your direction, his bird-like mask not allowing you for a glimpse of his ruby eyes, but from underneath you can see glimpses of the scars peeking through, teasing your eyes. For some reason he chose to wear it here, now, only puzzling you further. 

“No.. no.. they're fine… I’ll get some rest later tonight, sir..” you reply as you swallow and watch how he grimaced at the title, and you nearly cough from how big this bite was, but you would have taken a bigger bite had Dottore allowed you to feast yourself. Perhaps not, but you told yourself you would. Be it the rich taste or some other factor, you yearned to take up each bone from the meat and lick it clean, sucking out the marrow from within and letting it melt into your guts.

Would he be satisfied then?

Would you be?

The candles flicker. He's still looking at you

“Are you still afraid? I've already told you so, and explained it many times. You have nothing to fear here. This was just an error in the system which will not ever happen again.. and you shouldn't have been around to witness it, anyhow..”. You have to wonder how he can say all this with so little fear. Then again, the clone was his creation. He knew it inside and out, every crevice and every wire.

“I understand.. it's just that.. I'd rather not face the others now..not after that..” 

Truth be told, having him around was also slightly unnerving, as he wore nearly an identical face as the one that harmed you. They were the same, but also not. He was gentle, but he was not.

The one that hurt you was long disposed of and would never harm you again, but Dottore was once the one that hurt you, and now he has poured himself out before you, all for your pleasure and the sweet poison of safety and love.

He hopes to convey it to you through each meticulously put bite, every sip he graces your lips with. He had cut himself open for you and would do so again, just as he hurt you through that error. It came as easy as drinking and breathing. 

“That’s understandable. I assure you are safe, and however dark the night may get - I'll be there with you… But for now, you must eat, not fear. Open wide..”

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Contents: OC(Jien YueXia, Kaiya), Kaiya POV, angst, sensitive subjects (implied suicidal thoughts).

“It’s something I found runs in the blood...”

“Hm? What, so it's something like Mara?” The man asked as he paced back to the table located in the middle of the spaceship main-room, which was otherwise empty. The latest expedition has been a success and they were still in the process of loading their stuff back onto the ship. There was a bit of dust in the corners and near the faucet where they’d pour water to make their tea and coffee and the edges of the high shelves. The horned woman at the table had her back turned to him, but Kaiya could smell the light earthy aroma of coffee wafting from her cup. He fails to remember how this topic was brought on to begin with, but the conversation stumbled dangerously close to private matters - he felt as if he was walking on eggshells even if he knew his supervisor wouldn’t chop his head off or get angry with him if he showed curiosity.

A sigh deflated her shoulders, he saw as he found his way back to his seat with his own cup in hand, his full of water. “Mara would’ve been much kinder to me…” she replied as she focused on the edges of where coffee kissed her cup, the little bubbles slowly disappearing as the drink cooled down. His brows rose at her response, a deep slithering form taking hold around his lungs, but he spoke not, feeling there was more to unearth from this thought.

The silence stretched on for a moment more, a heartbeat or two, before Jien began to trace her cup with her fingertip, going around the handle and back up, then around the rim and down to the bottom. “I often think about how it would be to be struck by Mara. Painful to be sure, but also forgetful once the sickness fully takes hold of you, no? Looking at those two three days ago, the mara-struck couple, I found myself wishing to take their place, as long as I wasn’t me anymore, or as long as I forget it” she told him in a tone barely above a whisper, not trusting her voice to carry the true meaning of her tone, to carry it without breaking.  Kaiya was surprised, to say the least, looking at her as cold blood ran through his veins. His supervisor was a strict woman, ruthless at times, but not cold-hearted, she was still made of flesh and bone, but the fact he never saw or heard her be so human felt distressing in its own light.

“Mara is not something gentle, nor forgiving. That couple- well, they were a couple.. they probably didn’t even know that anymore. They were in a cycle of endless agony and at their stage they were driven by pure instincts and fear” Kaiya told her, as if she didn’t know this already, but perhaps hearing it again would get to her. The two that were mara struck were a runaway couple from Xianzhou; Jien mentioned how she had met them briefly and observed them as they ran from their families that were against their love. Considering the two were nothing but shells of their former selves, posing a danger to the nearby city, Jien had taken it upon herself to deal with them. 

Yet there was something oddly romantic about the encounter, Kaiya noted, remembering how the two seemed to gravitate towards one another, standing and stumbling before the other as if to shield the one behind them, whom they loved so dearly that the feeling transcended beyond the agony of Mara. Kaiya wondered if Jien perhaps longed for that, the connection the two shared. He knew how painful the feeling could be, as he felt it himself before he met his wife.

“I know. But I’d forget” Jien said plainly, pointing out that aspect once more, her dark eyes of amber holding a haunting shade behind them. “I wouldn’t have to wonder, or think, I’d just be. And perhaps someone so kind as to put me out of this pain which you describe would stumble upon me one day.. perhaps that would be you” she added, even quieter than before, and for the first time she glanced over at him over the rim of her glasses. She gave him the saddest smile he had ever seen. 

“You know I wouldn’t stand a chance against you, in any form” he tried to smile and lighten the mood, and she only shook her head, shrugging his attempt off and looking down at her coffee. 

Her lips parted and she inhaled a shaky breath and then exhaled, her bangs hiding her eyes away from his view. 

“..Ma’am.. if I may speak freely..” Kaiya began, tried to anyway, as he was lost on what to say; he knew he wouldn’t leave her after she revealed a glimpse of herself to him, but what could he say to comfort her when this glimpse alone was hardly enough for him to understand her was a Rubik's cube on its own.

“You may. When have I ever denied you or forbidden you to speak truthfully to me?” Jien asks, at long last lifting the cup with one hand and taking a long sip of the coffee. Her tail hung limply from the chair she sat on, her whole body in some form of stasis when she wasn't drinking or tracing the porcelain before her.

“You.. You have friends among us, you know? First and foremost, myself, and we’d be more than happy to listen to you talk about whatever issue you’re facing. If anything, we’d also be happy to see you open yourself up. Opening yourself to others doesn’t mean you’ll be wounded..” He tried, but perhaps he failed - he couldn’t tell, as Jien offered little reaction that he could observe. 

“Thank you..” was all she said. Was she disappointed? “I am here for all of you as well, should you need anything..”

“As if that wasn’t established already? Miss YueXia, you know more about my family than I know about our next expedition. Oftentimes I wonder if I overstepped the boundary between work and privacy, truly” he said and took an anxious sip of his water, cold and crisp sliding down his throat.

Jien smiled at that. “Well that’s not so bad. Had you revealed anything too private I would have told you to zip it, y’know, and besides I'm not the like to use the information for something ill. I like hearing about things outside of work, from people that work with me”

Kaiya licked his lips, tasting the coolness left behind on them. “And what of you? You have a life outside of work too, no?”.

She huffed a wry chuckle “I do.. but it’s not nearly as exciting as you might like or expect”.

“Well, I’d like to hear it. Or at least be privy to what goes on in that clever mind of yours. You say how you’re no different than us, but all you do and say points to something different - not to toot your horn or anything. You can show us you're like us by indulging us in a tale or two..” he took another sip, treating his cup like a cup of fine liquor. 

Jien’s dormant tail gave a quick flick before settling again, going back to sleep. She fell quiet, her eyes flickering over the table in desperation to look at something, find something that wasn’t there. 

“Kaiya”

“Yes?” His head tilted in her direction at his side, hearing her say his voice felt like a plea guised as a command, and he wasn’t the one to go against her orders. 

“Should I ever show any signs of.. hostility or delusion, or anything of that like, point it out to me, will you? Whether that be any form of unwarranted rudeness or the intention to, goodness forbid, hurt someone - if you see even the smallest drop of malice in me, I wish for you to tell it to me. I give you full right to scold me for it if need be, reprimand me” Jien spoke, now looking at him, her eyes locked onto his, ensuring he felt the weight of her words.

“Miss…?” He wasn't sure how to take her words, and it felt surreal to get such an order. It felt like sand slipping between his fingers, and the sea is lapping it away before he can grab it again.

“...Lately I’ve felt this sick blood run hot within me.. I felt it ebb and flow and I wanted to be violent. I don’t want to be. So, please, accept the command I’ve given you” she's looking at him still, waiting for his response, and no matter how deep he looked into her eyes, the darkness stared back at him, deep as the sea and perhaps even sadder than that.

“..... Yes, ma’am..” 

He prayed such an occasion wouldn't ever come to reality.

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