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Your perv professor post with Albedo was so good!! I’m literally shaking and crying 😭 do you have any spare thoughts on other pervy professors, like maybe pervy biology professor Dottore….

ask and you shall receive, my love.

GENSHIN MEN AS YOUR PROFESSOR HEADCANONS

pairings: dottore + diluc + kazuha + scaramouche & f !reader [separately]

notes: sorry if this isn't really that pervy !! i hope dottore's part is okay - i couldn't see him as a biology professor though so i did swap that.

warnings: college au, professor ! character and student ! reader, inappropriate relationships, individual warnings on each headcanon, scaramouche favoritism.

w.c.: 1.7k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

DOTTORE, professor of mechanical engineering.

warnings: slight yan ! dottore, sex toys, dottore's special inventions, aphrodisiac use, implied mindbreak, voyerism, male masturbation, mild implication of non-con + drugging in the second paragraph, mean dom ! dottore, unhealthy relationship, abuse of power?, sort of semi-public stuff.

dottore is known for his love for inventing and his affections towards machinery, hence his extended study having qualified him for a teaching position. the man would spend ungodly hours buried in a restricted area of his lab, so heavily guarded that even the college's janitors were not permitted to enter - he would be tinkering with his own special projects. once he had gained the trust of his darling, gotten you addicted to him, you would be taken back to this top secret area. dottore would have set up an array of his inventions to be tested on you. they ranged from machines that at least slightly resembled regular, shop bought dildos to much more abnormally shaped creations. he wouldn't want to risk scaring you away, even if he already had you wrapped around his finger just the way he wanted. he'd begin with the lighter machinery, enjoying as his inventions scissored your tight cunt open wide. your professor would get more enjoyment from watching you come undone around his toys than he would from having his own cock buried deep inside of you. he would definitely fuck his fist as another invention drilled into you, watching intently as your cunny spread wider to accommodate for its unnatural size.

professor dottore would have also dabbled with chemicals throughout his engineering career. he would know the ins and outs of certain elements, and would not be afraid to bring them to you. should you misbehave or think about snitching on him, for example, he would be sure to inject you with a concoction to ensure you remain docile. he wouldn't consider using them to ease the stretch you faced from his inventions, though he'd definitely enjoy using them to increase your sensitivity. what can i say, your professor loved to watch you squirm ! one of his favorite things to do was to slip you a pill, an aphrodisiac of his own creation, before class. he'd love watching your futile attempts to maintain focus on what he was teaching, even being as mean as to pick on you ! if there was a question, he would make sure you were the one to answer. even if there wasn't, he would still draw attention to you, asking why you seemed so distracted. if you were good for him, answering as he deemed correct, then he would reward you after class. otherwise, you would be subjected to an adequate punishment instead.

DILUC, professor of economics.

warnings: cockwarming, slight teasing, clit slapping, degradation mention, breeding / cumming inside, cervix kissing, diluc has a big dick.

diluc would be a difficult one to crack at first, perhaps it would require a student to drop an array of provocative hints in order for him to get the impression that they wanted to sleep with him. professor diluc would be concerned that his actions could result in his termination from the faculty. however, once you were sat on the opposite side of the desk in his office, accentuating your cleavage with a low cut shirt and exposing your squishy thighs with a short pencil skirt, a flip would switch in his head.

the man would be coy about it at first, inviting you to his side of the desk in order to better look at the exam paper he was trying to explain to you. he would catch a glimpse at your clothed heat as you bent down to read the paper. a blush spread across his cheeks at how forward you were being, eventually giving in and pulling you into his lap.

professor diluc is the kind of guy to force you to cockwarm him as he quizzed you on what you had been taught. get a question right? he'll nestle his thick cock deeper into your tight pussy, struggling to hold back his own groans as you squeezed him. get a question wrong? a calloused palm would slap your clit, degrading words falling from his lips as he couldn't help but feel how you enjoyed the friction. once your professor had finally succumbed to your advances, he did not hold back. the man would grow addicted to how your sweet cunt sucked him in, plowing into you at a vicious pace. he was well aware that he was larger than the average man, most definitely bigger than any other college boy that you had hooked up with. your body told him that every time you arched your back as his tip kissed your cervix. diluc loved to see you try to retain all of his cum that he dumped into you, watching as thick globs of his seed trailed down your pretty thighs and onto whatever surface he had fucked you on.

KAZUHA, professor of english.

warnings: kazu and reader are both horny for poetry and each other, overstimulation, cunnilingus.

every girl in your class seemed to have a crush on professor kazuha !! some would even take english just so that they could be in the same room to drool over him. you hadn't been aware of this initially, instead taking the class due to the college's stellar reputation as one of the best in the country. your professor admired your genuine interest for the material, the way you would appreciate the words of his own haikus rather than the way that everyone else's focus would hone in on the man reciting them.

your professor would ask you to stay behind after his lectures, giving you the opportunity to share and recite your own works with him. the two of you formed a... less than professional relationship as time grew on. you had just assumed that it was platonic - you're young, who are you to know the difference ? his haikus turned to sonnets, confessing his affections for an unknown woman. it had those girls gushing even more so, jealousy running amuck. once they turned bolder and you were still oblivious to his implications, he made a move on you after class. his relaxing voice and intoxicating warmth had you wrapped around his finger within mere moments, no matter how you repeatedly attempted to rationalize that he was your professor to yourself. each time you vocalized these thoughts to kazuha, he would only calm you with his extensive vocabulary and gentle kisses. one of his favorite things to do would be to eat you out as you sat on his desk, proving that his mouth was capable of more than just wooing you with his words. he would enjoy overstimulating you as you bit your lips to hold back moans. your actions betrayed you every time you told your professor that it was too much, your fingers tangling in his blonde locks. you pulled his face closer to your dripping cunny, squirming at how his pulsing tongue thrusted into your hole. the one on one writing sessions you had shared were long forgotten about, lengthy words being replaced by the sounds of soft whines and him toying with your pretty pussy.

SCARAMOUCHE, professor of astrophysics.

warnings: mean ! scaramouche, slight dubcon, blowjob, degradation, name calling, blackmail + threats, photos without consent, semi-public (messing around during meetings), implied marking, cumming inside / breeding, dumbification, edging.

scaramouche is the professor that everyone hates. he's mean, springing tests on his classes without warning. he would not hesitate to publicly berate a student should they have made the grave error of arriving to his class a few minutes late. you had made the mistake of correcting a mistake in one of his equations, raising your hand to interrupt his teaching. other students snickered as he sneered, wanting to scream at you for your stupidity... he was never wrong. that was until he reviewed it himself, only to be humiliated in front of all of his students. you truly meant no harm, only wishing to better your own learning. your professor instead took it as a personal insult, a hit to his considerably giant ego, calling you to stay behind as the your classmates filed into the hallways. the door would remain open as he pushed you to your knees, forcing you to stare up at him. the words your professor spat were so cruel, telling you how you were a good for nothing know it all and were not sat trembling in fear before him. he pulled out his already hardening cock, laughing at how you stared in shock. the man forced you to take all of him down your throat, wanting to remind you that this is all your smart mouth was good for.

professor scaramouche would make it clear that this was not to be a one time thing. your grades began falling, even though your level of work remained the same. it was his way of trapping you, wanting you to come crawling back to him and begging him to stop treating you like this. your whiny apologies as he stuffed your sloppy hole with his cock turned him on even more. you were never allowed to cum until he'd dumped at least one load into you, groaning about how you were so much more tolerable when he fucked you stupid. scaramouche was lucky that he had blackmail on the dean, for the amount of marks you left his office with gave away what the pair of you had been up to. he was shameless, really. if he had a meeting with another staff member or student in his office, sometimes he would shove you under his desk and out of sight. your face would be on the floor and your legs spread open for him, either for him to use your ass as a stress reliever or to play with your puckering hole while you tried to hold in your sweet sounds.

scaramouche loved to see your braindead expression as your cunny gushed for him, even pulling out his phone to take a couple of pictures to savor the moment. he most certainly wouldn't be above using them to blackmail you somewhere down the line, should he deem necessary. oh what a shame it would be for your friends and family to see how much of a whore you were for your teacher ! if you ever spoke back to him again, he would whisper in your ear to remind you of the photos. his threats struck fear into your heart, but the memories of him screwing you silly sent sparks straight to your cunt. he'd be sure to have his way with you after that lesson, edging you until you were crying. your professor would remind you of how stupid you really were, instead you were better suited to being his personal cumdump. your tight hole fluttered at his harsh words, which only prompted further degradation to fall from his lips. there was no affection in any of his thrusts, you were nothing more than a perfect little cocksleeve to him. how pathetic.

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►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. mentions of stalking/a stalker, nothing that i know of? not proof read please dm me if i misgendered reader/any mistakes.

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. !!! i hope you guys enjoy this!! i've been getting LOADS of ideas lately and every time i complete a chapter i get so excited because i can finally start jotting down everything i want to happen in THAT chapter so yay!! it's like a lil reward to me. and once again i apologize for like.. procrastinating and leaving this chapter be, I PROMISE YOU AFTER I HAD FINISHED THIS CHAPTER MY ASS STARTED TO WRITE CHAPTER SIX ALREADY.

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Today was the first day you would be going back to work. Normally, you wouldn't be nervous at all, it was just like every other work day—waking up at 5 am, doing your morning routine, getting dressed, eating something light for breakfast before leaving your house to go to work.

Most people would groan everyday about work, complaining that it was too "hard" and that they barely got to "rest" which IS a big problem but not for you! You worked at a bakery, it was very calming and peaceful job and plus, you could bring home a few baked goods (as the owners were just a lovely old couple who were really kind).

The problem is, you weren't so sure if you could trust the 24 men – that now somewhat lived with you– all alone in your home. I mean yes, there were a couple men you could trust to be in charge of making sure nothing happened (Albedo, Dainsleif, Al-haitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Pierro.. surprisingly).

So today is a day where you would have to just see if everything will turn out fine, and even though Childe told you not to worry and that everything will be fine... his very not obvious cheeky grin was not going to be fooling you or anyone.

You literally woke up, got ready for work and ate the breakfast Thoma made for you, all the while anxious. Obviously you have somewhat trust with the men, you did not want to upset them in any way if you outright just told them "erm i actually do NOT trust you at all staying in my home without me so!!!".

So of course you said nothing and kept a nervous smile on your face. Everything was going to be okay... Nothing was going to happen to anyone or anything.. Well that's what you thought until you came home at around 6:30 pm.

Lets rewind a bit.

"Ughhhhhh do you really have to go though? Like... You can just stay here.."

"For the whole day?"

"Well-" "and not get any money?" "...."

Gorou frowns, clearly upset about the fact that you were going to leave for work after being with them for four whole days (it's a lot to him apparently) and even after desperately trying to persuade you to stay, you were very adamant about going to work.

Ayato lets out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his hand on Gorou's shoulder. "Leave it be, Gorou... Work is very important after all." Ayato explains, backing you up.

You smiled softly as you slipped your shoes on, making sure that you had everything in your bag before quickly sending a text to the owners of the shop.

"I'll be there soon! ❤️"

Tucking your phone back into your bag, your hands rest on the doorknob as you opened the door slightly, body just halfway through the door, your eyes scanned the scene before you (making sure that everything was in its place so you'd know if anything was broken and or moved later on).

Thoma was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, and dare you say he looked delicious. (... not literally) His sleeves were rolled up as he wore your rubber gloves on his hands, not only that but he also wore a pink and white polka dot apron. He looked like the definition of 'Male-wife'.

Ayato and Gorou standing in front of you to the side, going back and fourth about how he (Gorou) should let you go to work and how (Ayato) should just let him grab a hold of your legs and prevent you from going to work.

The rest of the men were either sitting on the couch or leaning on the couch watching you watch Ayato and Gorou bicker. As your grave wavers off to the other men your eyes landed on Heizou, that cheeky man.

A smirk appears on Heizou's lips as he caught your eye. "Missing me already?" Heizou flirted, winking at you so... flirtatiously. Your cheeks began to flush up at his actions, you clear your throat and looked away.

"Absolutely not. I'll be going to work now alright? Please don't fight or anything.. Remember, Dainsleif, Zhongli and Neuvillette are in charge." You reminded, the men in charge all nod their heads are your word, and they all glare at Childe. Because they knew he wouldn't listen.

Childe was blissfully unaware of the stares as he was busy giving you puppy dog eyes, all the while stepping closer towards you, hoping that it would work. Obviously it did not.

"Whatever you're trying to do, Childe, Isn't working. Okay bye bye! I'll be back at around five (5) pm." You wave your hand goodbye and pat Childe's head before clicking the lock on the doorknob and closed the door shut.

Childe groaned, leaning his head against the door. "They better come back at five exactly, or else.." He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Or else what ginger boy? You aren't going to do SHIT" Wanderer scoffs, smirking at the ginger-haired reaction as he knew he was now 100% pissed. Before Childe or Wanderer start anything Zhongli cleared his throat, his hand on his lips.

Zhongli glared at the both of them—not putting up with their antics and arguing.

Childe soon stormed off, mumbling under his breath along the lines of how "Y/n's always putting Zhongli in charge.. Why not me?! I'm very stern and a great person to put in charge..." And yadadada.

Heizou heaved a great and dramatic sigh, sinking down into his seat. He knew it was going to one long and boring day without you.

The walk from your home to your workplace was quite short really, it didn't take too long to reach your job area. And one of the best things about walking to the pastry shop is that it was calming, since the time you leave your home and walk to your destination is early in the morning (7 AM) it's very quiet.

There are no loud noises, no chitter chattering, absolutely nothing. Only the sounds of bird chirpings, the sounds of the ringing from bikes as they passed by, the soft and cold whooshing of the wind as the leaves shake, you were calmed by the sounds.

But today. Your stress levels were spiked up slightly, you were nervous about leaving all the 24 men men in your home, all alone (it's just you gone but still), without YOUR supervision!! But then again you had Zhongli, Dainsleif and Neuvillette to be in charge but you can't help but worry.

Like what if they break your favourite plate that costed $23 from Amazon?! What if Childe and Wanderer fight once again and knock everything over?! only the Lord can save them when you arrive home, that's for sure.

Before you knew it you were right in front of your bakery shop. Subconsciously you let out a sigh upon seeing the familiar sign of the shop. "Mrs. Bakery" it read. A smile reached your lips as you opened the front door, the sound of the wind chimes tinkling against one another.

Stepping foot into the warm shop, your eyes sparkled with joy as you noticed Mrs. Sam grinning and waving at you. "Welcome Y/n, I feel like it's been so long... Come, I've just prepared a batch of Caramel Donuts, come try one, I need your opinion."

You wasted no time and walked over to the back of the shop, placing your bag down and greeting Mr. Sam before trying the Donuts.

As you finished chowing down on the Donut you hummed in delight, nodding your head in acknowledgement. "Mmmh! Tastes really nice, boss! I don't know how you guys do it..."

"Oh—Please, no need to call me 'Boss', you know to call me Linda." The old woman chuckled, shaking her head playfully, you smiled back in response and began to put on your apron.

You begin to do your job, cleaning the tables, setting the new Donuts, Cakes and pastries in the display case before counting the money, checking in the emails and making sure you have all the pastries ready for the orders. Everything was okay and in order.

The time was now 8:30 AM, you got from behind the counter and walked up front to the door and turned the "CLOSED" sign around, it now read "OPEN", the store was now open for the day.

And as you all wait for your customers you lean against the counter, jus staring into the void when you suddenly felt someone nudge your arm, it was Charles, well, Mr. Sam.

"Oh, Charles! Is everything alright, do you need help with anything?" You asked, fixing your posture as he just caught you slacking off of work. Charles shook his head and laughed. "No No, I'm fine. You just look... troubled, are you okay?"

You shake your head, sighing. "No, I'm okay thank you. Just uh.. you know.. things." You replied with a sheepish smile, trying to make sure that the truth doesn't slip out of your mouth.

Charles hums as he stared out the door. "Oh! Look, our first customer. Be sure to welcome them!" He states before walking away. You straightened your back even more before smiling as you welcomed your first customer.

Work will surely get the nervousness off your mind and body.

(Now back at home,) After you left your home, Heizou, Gorou, Aether and Lyney groaned in defeat, what were they going to do now? You were gone.. there was nothing to do without you.

Thoma had already finished washing and drying the dishes as he now leaned against the couch, humming a soft tune. The silence was deafening, everybody was too quite, way too quite to the point where they could hear the birds chirping from out the window, the small droplets coming out of the tap as it landed on the wiped sink, the occasional sighs and sniffles from the men amongst them.

Yeah it was quiet.

Then all of the sudden Thoma perked up—giving Kaveh a fright. Kaveh, who was staring at Thoma as he sat on the couch, had jumped from the sudden movement of Thoma, his face was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!" but you know, he didn't actually scream that out loud.

Thoma smiles sheepishly and apologized, "sorry Kaveh, I didn't mean to.. but I have an idea to propose." Thoma states, looking around the room, Zhongli gave him a nod to continue.

"Wait wait wait—sorry to interrupt you but uh.. why do you sound so... professional?" Itto intercepts, staring at Thoma looking seriously dumbfounded. Thoma shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but anyway back to my idea, I say we should clean Y/n's house? I mean we're all bored and have nothing to do. Plus, I'm positive Y/n will be thankful for us cleaning her home."

Thoma's suggestion didn't sound so bad, the idea of cleaning? Not sp much. You being happy that your house is clean? Absolutely yes. The hums of agreement could be hear from around the living room.

"Hm.. that doesn't sound so bad, I guess, but I dibs not cleaning the bathroom OR unclogging the sink!" Heizou added, knowing that he beat majority of the men who also wanted to dibs not cleaning the bathroom and or unclogging the sink.

Many of the men groaned, wishing that maybe someone would take one for the team when Zhongli cleared his throat, immediately silencing everybody. "I say we all do it in groups. I will do it for you guys since I do not trust any of you doing it."

After many troubles, arguing and nasty stares, Zhongli decided that he, Ayato, Heizou and Aether would be a group and clean the living room.

Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc and Xiao were in group two, they were in charge of cleaning the bedrooms (and making sure that everything you placed was still in its' position).

Baizhu, Kazuha, Itto and Gorou were in group three, in charge of mopping, sweeping and vacuuming the floors.

Venti, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Freminet were in group four, they were put to the job of dusting everything.

Childe, Dainsleif, Pantalone and Pierro were set into group five, they organized your wardrobe.

Capitano, Lyney, Cyno, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Dottore and Wanderer were in group six, they were in charge of... cleaning the toilet and bathroom.

And last but not least, Thoma, he was set to organizing the cabinets with the food, plates, utensils and all kitchenware. He was the only one who was happy with his position.

They all set off to the spots and began to clean, at first they didn't enjoy cleaning (other than Thoma, Aether, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Lyney) but over time they enjoyed it, it was therapeutic and gave them a sense of pride when they see how much they cleaned.

And thankfully, no vases or anything fragile fell and or broke, everything was all well and clean as the men made sure to be extra careful around your most prized possessions.

While they all cleaned, time seemed to have gone by fast, three (3) hours had already passed by the time everybody was done cleaning. "Oh my lord.. that was extremely tiring, I need water.." Lyney spoke breathlessly, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he dragged his feet across the floor to the kitchen.

Unlike some other men who did not even sweat a drop and looked energetic (Diluc, Wriothesley, Itto and Childe), they all slumped on the couch, tired from all of their cleaning they were sure their muscles would grow after all the arm strength they used in scrubbing.

Lyney came back with with cans of soda and gave them all to everybody, as they all took it from Lyney's hand and on the coffee table they all thanked him and thanked the lord.

"Soda has never tasted any better..." Itto sighed after chugging the whole can before burping, loudly. Childe, along with the others groaned in annoyance and muttered under the breath.

"How disgusting.." "Why is he always burping?" "Does he have no shame?!"

Heizou looked up to the clock on the wall, the time read 10:45 AM. Heizou closed his eyes, taking in breaths as he thought about you coming through the door, finally finishing work.

There was still seven (7) hours left, and there was nothing to do but watch shows and sleep through the afternoon.

"That would be $7.50 thank you!" You said, reaching your hand out for him while smiling towards your regular customer. He always came every (opening) single day, you were always so thankful to his understanding and kind nature but he did sometimes creep you out.

Despite him always wearing a black hoodie that was always hanging on his face, you could always see his smile.

The man smiled in an unsettling way before nodding his head and handing you the money, you ignored the way his hands seemed to linger on yours for more than a second as he passes you the money.

"You look even better than usual, Y/n." The man whispers, your brows furrowed as you slightly leaned in closer. "I'm sorry?" You heard him just fine but the way he said it put you off, maybe your brain was wiring his words to sound weird?

"I—I mean you look amazing, today!" He stuttered, cheeks blushing a bright coral red. You smiled shyly and thanked him quietly, still not used to compliments.

Your gaze follows him as he walks off, sitting down at his usual seat as he looks down at the table. "Hello?" The voice of another customer caught your attention, your head snapped back as you quickly apologized and getting back to work.

A beautiful, brown haired woman who looked around your age began ordering her drink, you took everything down and gave her the price. "That'll be $5.90, anything else?" She shakes her head.

You expected her to move so that you could take the next customer but she didn't, her eyes shifted to the man you were talking to earlier before looking at you.

"That.. guy. Do you know him personally?" She asked quietly, leaning in closer. Your brows furrowed at her question. "... No, why?"

A sigh.

"I don't mean to come off as a stalker but.. For a couple of weeks now I've seen him coming to this shop and talking to you, stalking you, watching you as you worked and when you left. Please don't freak out—I just want you to know."

For a second your heart skipped a beat, you expected yourself to be afraid and you know, the usual scared emotions but for some reason you felt.. neutral? You would've never expected that him, your regular customer, to be your stalker.

The thought of him following you home, watching you work, watching you leave work made you feel uncomfortable, but you had to stay calm as the supposed stalker was in the room with you.

You nod your head slowly and took a deep breath, looking at the woman in her eyes. "Thank you for telling me, I'll... do something about it." The lady smiles apologetically and walks away, leaving you a few seconds to your thoughts before you were dragged right back into reality by the voice of your next customer.

All the while you were serving and taking the customers orders, you found yourself glancing at the man in black, the more you stare at him the more you noticed how suspicious he looked, the more unsettled and scared you felt, the pit in your lower stomach was filled with butterflies.

Your palms grew sweatier as everything became harder to concentrate on. Questions ran through your mind.

Was he really stalking you? Are you and that other woman overthinking it? But then why does he look so suspicious? Why was he always staring at you so.. greedily?

It got to the point where you couldn't even focus on your customers and answer their questions and orders. "Hello? Helloooo? Ugh are you even listening?" Was the only thing you could hear from your very annoying customer.

You placed your palm up, apologizing to the customer. "I—I'm sorry I need to go do something, I'll get another person wait.." You stated, your hand rubbing your temples as you walked off into the back of the shop to meet Mrs. Sam

Mrs. Sam noticed you walking into the room looking troubled. "Y/n, everything alright? Are the customers being rude?" She questioned, placing both of her hands on your shoulders—holding you steady.

"I'm.. I don't know, I don't feel good nor safe. Can I take a quick break? I'm so sorry—" You were cut off by Mrs. Sam as she shushes you.

"Never be sorry, Dear. Take as much time as you need I'll get Charles to do the job." You were thankful for her as she calls her husband over and explains the situation, he wasted no time getting out of the kitchen.

Time passed by as you sat down on a chair, just thinking about everything. "You know..." Mrs. Sam begun, washing the dishes, not even staring at you as she continues to speak.

"You can tell me anything, I'll try to help. If you don't feel safe you can go home you know? We are about you a lot."

Turning your head around you stared up at her before looking back down, sighing. "It's nothing Mrs. Sam, I don't feel safe walking home right now. D'you think you could walk me home today?"

Mrs. Sam hums, finishing up her washing before placing the plate on a dish rack. She puts her latex gloves away and faces towards you. "Why, of course, I don't mind."

A smile reached your lips as you felt a slightly bit better and safer.

—

Finally, it was 4:50 PM, you would be going home early as the couple allowed you too, this would mean that the shop would close 10 minutes earlier.

Fortunately there were no more customers by the time you were closing the shop—the supposed stalker had went away as well.

You made sure to count the money, wipe the tables, and make sure that all the pastries that weren't bought were put in the freezer. You turned the "OPEN" sigh around, signifying that the shop was now closed.

You grabbed your bag and checked that everything was inside before opening the door and holding it open for the old couple before closing and locking it after stepping out.

"Thank you for walking me home, I feel much better now!" You happily expressed, smiling towards the both of them. Charles chuckled and waved his hand.

"It's no worries, It has gotten quite dangerous nowadays you know.. I heard on the news last week that a young woman went missing in an alleyway near Hills St.."

You giggled as he rambled on about stories about him and his wife, they always made your day. Sooner or later you reached your home, you had totally forgotten about the 'stalker'.

After thanking them, you waved goodbye and unlocked the door, after hearing the click you turned the doorknob and pushed yourself inside.

As the men waited patiently for you to come home, the sound of the click of the doorknob was heard from the door. Everybody whipped their head towards the sound and immediately got up—as if they were ready to pounce on you (because they were).

The second Heizou saw your figure coming through the door he ran towards you and hugged you from behind, tightly. You haven't even closed and locked the door shut yet as he held you tightly with no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Heizou" You giggled, closing the door shut behind you before locking the door. "Oh, ow ow ow— Heizou you're hugging me really tightly-!"

Heizou apologized, but you knew he didn't mean it but you didn't mind. Before you knew it more people began to hug you really tightly. Gorou, Aether and Childe all hugged your body.

They felt so warm and this was just what you needed after a long and confusing day at work.

"You seemed tired, do you need to rest?" Ayato asked worriedly, pulling the men away from your body. You looked up to meet his gaze and sighed. "Yeah, I think I do." You muttered.

That was all that he needed to know before he swooped you off your feet, obviously spooking you as your eyes widened, your heart beat spiking up as your hands immediately gripped on his arm.

"Time to go sleep." Ayato states, bringing you to your room as the rest followed behind you. You groaned, too tired to protest. "But I feel icky, I need to go take a shower first."

Ayato hummed for a second before putting you down in front of the bathroom door, he opened the door and ushered you inside. "I'll get your clothes, just stay there.

You listened to his words as you waited for him to get your pajamas. After a couple of minutes he knocked on the door, as you opened it his hand poked through the crack of the door, a pair of clothes being handed to you.

You took the clothes as he quickly retracted his hand and closed the door.

After 20 minutes of taking a warm shower you slipped your clothes on—you felt so much better, more refreshed and clean. As you exited the bathroom you made your way to your bedroom, stepping inside you noticed that the fan was on, your blinds just rolled up slightly so that little sunlight seeped in, just the way you liked it.

Not only that but Tighnari was also in your room, tending to the plants on your desk. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of your footstep and your presence.

"Finished already? Well don't mind me I'm just taking care of your plants" He spoke in a soft tone, smiling at you. You hummed and made your way to your bed before flopping down, heaving a great, relaxed sigh.

Tighnari stopped in his tracks as his ear twitched once more, he turned his head to face you lying on your bed, looking exhausted yet relaxed from the shower.

Your eyes were closed shut when you felt the edge of your bed dipping, your eyes flickered open—you spotted Tighnari sitting on the edge of your bed, just staring at you, observing your face.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You seem exhausted. Was it work?" He questioned, his voice filled with worry. You thought about your answer for a second, you would've been fine if you had not known about your so-called 'stalker'.

But could you really tell him? You knew they (all the men) were overprotective of you and if you told Tighnari, he might tell everybody as well. And that would only cause more problems.

A faint sigh escaped your lips. "No.. I'm just a bit tired is all, don't worry about me." You replied, moving around in your bed and tucking yourself in.

Tighnari didn't respond after that, it was only silent.

"... I've noticed you've been looking at my ears a lot."

Your eyes widened at his sudden words. He wasn't lying. You've been thinking about their (Tighnari and Gorou) ears and tails for a while now, they just looked so soft.

A warmness spreads across your cheeks to your face as you nod your head, "well you're not wrong"

Tighnari blushed before clearing his throat, his eyes avoiding yours. "W—well if it makes you feel a bit better, you can touch them, I don't mind. It would be an honor to have my ears touched by you."

His words made you feel some type of way but you wasted no time and pat the spot beside you, you couldn't waste this opportunity.

Tighnari obeys, lying right beside you but just a bit lower than you, you slowly placed your hand on his soft, fluffy ears, making sure not to hurt them or rub them too hard.

All the while you looked between his ears and back at his face to see any signs of discomfort. Your breath hitched in your throat, amazed by how soft they were.

"So soft..." You mumbled softly—unable to stop yourself from touching his ears. Tighnari blushed at your words and closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as his grip on the blanket tightened.

After a couple of minutes the drowsiness soon took over your body and eyelids as you fought to stay awake but to no avail. Your eyelids slowly but surely grew heavy and heavy, and before you knew it you were knocked out cold, your hand still laid on his ears.

Tighnari, too, fell asleep to your touch.

"Shhhhh! They're both asleep!" Kazuha shushed Childe who was complaining quite loudly about how he should be in the bed with you. Childe huffed and grumbled under his breath.

Soft snore escaped your mouth as you grumbled and flipped to your other side. "It's already 8, we should get to sleep as well." Neuvillette whispers, already settling down onto the mattress near your bed.

"That lucky bastard!" Wanderer scowls, glaring at Tighnari that slept peacefully on your bed, his ear twitched. Heizou rolled his eyes and began to tuck himself into the bed.

The rest went to the guest room and got ready to sleep. The sounds of the blankets rustling, people snoring, sighing and the sound of the fan was the only thing could be heard.

"Hey... guys?"

Dainsleif, Neuvillette, Cyno, Childe and the others hummed at Aether's question.

"Is it just me or was Y/n kind of off today? They seemed different I don't know why." Aether proposed, his voice was soft as he thought about you.

A chorus of hums and agreement were heard, and then it was silent again. "You think we should go visit Y/n at work? Maybe something happened to them."

Dainsleif sighed before responding. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea but... wouldn't that make us seem like creeps though? To Y/n I mean."

"Eh, not really, we're just visiting them to see if anything happened to them you know?" Childe explained, his arms and legs splayed out on the mattress of the bed, his arms hitting Gorou who groaned and turned his back towards him.

Well, at least they won't be bored the next day, just... one small thing that bothered them.

The unknown number who texted you just a couple minutes ago that read,

Messages

Mark Holey

hey, you looked ravishing today my love, i want to tell you something and i hope you feel the same way about me too, a couple weeks ago i...

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Joker & Harley Quinn but it’s Genshin Impact

Being Dottore’s Lover

What it’s like being Dottore’s lover.

Warning: manipulation, experimentation…this is dottore we’re talking about. Just be advised

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Dottore would never pursue love for that warm fuzzy feeling or sweet, sugary kisses. He accepts a relationship merely to see what it’s like. What would come out of it, what he could get from that relationship. He’s a scientist, he wants to experience new things in order to evaluate different outcomes

When you meet, it would probably be through a Fatui ball or meeting of some sort. You’d be the one to approach him, he wouldn’t go out of his way to talk to someone who doesn’t immediately catch his eye. But since he’s in the public eye, he’ll be polite and converse with you

Earlier, I said he would “accept” a relationship, so what does that mean? It means he won’t be pursuing you, you’d have to do the work in that department. If he sees you’re devoted enough to him, he’ll humor you and take you out for dinner so you can get this silly fascination out of your head. At the same time, he’s studying you as you talk, absorbing every detail, searching for weak points he can exploit later if need be. And exploit he will

When you’re together, he isn’t very kind or caring. But he does give you attention and praise only when he sees fit, just to keep you interested. He makes you learn Fontais (french) so you two can talk without anyone else knowing what you’re saying since most of the palace staff only speak Scheznayan.

He has you present for many of his experiments in order to desensitize you to his ways, so you see it as ‘normal’. Dottore laughs when his test subjects squeal or scream, he looks as yiu and expects you to laugh too “These are such pathetic results, our last group was better, don’t you think?” He’ll cup your chin and grin at you with that manic look in his eyes “Come now, I’ll let you handpick the next group! What do you say, ma cherie?” He gives these crumbs of affection, knowing you’ll listen to whatever he has to say

He’s rarely nice thought. He doesn’t have many good days. Dottore’s experiments on Fatui soldiers have been failing left and right, he strives to create super humans who are five times as strong as a normal man! But his formulas, his test subjects, meetings to discuss his failures, funding troubles, all of it lead to immense stress and frustration for him so naturally, when you happen to come bring him dinner or just to see how long it’s been since he’s slept, he snaps at you “What have I told you about coming in here unannounced while I’m working?!” He shrieks, kicking his chair out of the way, grabbing you to throw on his examination table “Is this what you want? To be my next test subject? Huh? You fucking idiot!” And when you cry and try to push him off all he does is laugh in your face! He laughs and laughs, eventually yanking you off the table and unceremoniously throwing you out of the lab. The door slams shut and you can still hear his horrible laughter from behind the thick, metal door

You rarely get to sleep with him at your side, either he just passes out in his lab or he makes you sleep on the couch but when you do get to sleep together, he’ll reluctantly hold you against his chest, sighing when you whisper your sweet ‘goodnight, love’. For a second…a split second, he thinks this is nice :’) and then once you’re asleep he shimmies away from you and puts a pillow between the two of you lmao

He does enjoy showing you off during Fatui balls. The two of you make a stunning couple after all! Dottore is gentlemanly and kind when in the public eye this way, especially so the Tsaritsa can see. You two dance, drink together, chat with the other harbingers and it kinda feels like you guys are normal :)

I mean, there are days where he can be nice. “Alain…How about we have a night together..? We can chat and catch up…play chess…Like we used to” you have to play your cards carefully. He rarely has good days. But if you catch him on a day where his experiments have gone well, other harbingers haven’t bothered him, he hasn’t had to deal with anything annoying, he’s more open to listening to you “That…Sounds quite nice, cher…I’d like that” he’ll take his mask and gloves off, revealing his scarred skin, and change into something more comfortable. Then the two of you will enjoy a few hours of normalcy

As terrible as he is to you, he will get possessive or even jealous if you hang around the other harbingers too much. Naturally, Dottore doesn’t get along with any of them because he’s nearly impossible to get along with but you? You make friends ten times faster than he does. The other harbingers like you, they think you’re cute and funny! They can’t imagine why you’d chose to stay with Dottore… In retaliation, Dottore keeps you away from them and convinces you that they’re using you. The idea isn’t too far fetched tbh. He’ll yell in your face that he hates you then turn around and convince you that you need him. Manipulative mf…

If you want me to elaborate on anything here I’d be more than happy to ;) ;) ;) ;)

Pretty Clit

Sweetheart♡

✧｡Pantalone x fem!reader, Dottore x fem!reader

✧｡synopsis: no actual story or plot here, just them and your clit cause why not¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (this is like pure filth btw) Head empty no thoughts

✧｡warnings: Pantalone oral (fem! receiving), clit sucking, fingering, tongue grinding, daddy kink, kinda pleasuredom!pantalone, spit kink, squirting, kinda praise, kinda degradation, messy sex || Dottore master kink, slight bondage, meandom!dottore, degradation, like slight praise, clit rubbing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, rough fucking, clit slapping, dacryphilia, one mention of finger sucking, one mention of clit kissing, also kinda clit worship??? slight breeding kink, creampie, dumbification, missionary

✧｡A/N: holy shit😭😭lmao I did not expect there to be a lot of warnings, but Dottore's is like twice as long as pantalone's💀oops. Dottore could be his own separate fic but I wanted to write Pantalone because he is just so God damn fine yfm

Pantalone

"sloppy pussy loves me huh? she loves it when I spit on her? mmmm, you know I love it when you get all messy for me" he chuckles at the whine you give him

laying on his bed, dark blue satin sheets below you, as he opens your thighs with his hands. softly caressing the smooth skin. he gives your clit a chaste kiss, plump lips wrapping around the nerve and suckling in

you squirm in his hold, hips bucking up to meet his mouth as his tongue flattens out to drag from your tight hole to your sensitive bud, spreading your glistening folds

his strong hands grip you even tighter as he forces your hips to stay still, flat on the bed as he latches his mouth on your clit again, teasing it with soft grazes of his teeth and darting out his tongue to flick against it, sucking and slurping up your juices

your back arches and one of your hands grip the sheets, while the other one grabs hold of his scalp, pulling on his silky locks. you're unapologetically loud, moaning out chants of "daddy" while your eyes see stars

"you think daddy can make you cum with my tongue, princess?" he raises his head, chin covered in his saliva, and he spits right onto your clit, making your hips flinch

he dives back down, tongue flattening against the bud and grinding in an up and down motion. while one of his hands slide down to your little hole, and he pushes two of his fingers into your velvet walls, immediately setting a fast pace

the squelching noises coming from him fingering your sopping cunt are loud, and he lets you squeeze your thighs around his head as he slurps and sucks and your puffy clit

you can't help the burning sensation in your stomach when you feel your orgasm about to release, but something feels different about it

"d-daddy!! mmmm fuck! gonna cummm!" you manage to barely whimper out, slurring your words

he laughs straight into your cunt, curling his fingers up to hit your g spot, and he thrusts them in even faster and harder

this entire time he's been growling and almost groaning into your pussy as he eats the everloving fuck out of your clit, leaving your legs shaking and head throwing back

before you can even comprehend, your core snaps and you feel yourself gushing onto his face and fingers, squirting in his mouth and he moans, vibrations sending shocks into your body

your release drips down your thighs, soaking the bedsheets below and he raises his head once more. his spit and your juices covering his entire mouth and chin, and he gives you a menacing smirk

"squirting on my face like that, you really are a messy whore. do it again, but this time let's see if you can squirt on my cock, princess"

Dottore

"pretty pussy is so wet, all for me? doll, you shouldn't have! slutty little clit looks so cute" his voice is low as his thumb rubs the small nerve, watching the way you try to fight your restraints, tugging on the silk cloth

"please, master!" his other hand cups your cheek and pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck onto his digits

"hmm? use your words doll. or are you too much of a dumb whore to even think of what to say? use that stupid little brain for me" he whispers in your ear, biting down on your neck

your back is flat on his bed and he's sitting between your legs, cock out and nudging on your thigh. your hands are tired to the bed post and he smirking down at you

he grips his cock with one hand, letting out breathy, exaggerated moans as he slowly strokes the base. it's antagonizingly slow as he lines his tip with your hole, pushing in slightly only to pull it back out in a teasing manor

he raises his cock in his fist and taps it on your clit, rubbing his length between your folds and grinding it against the nerves. enjoying the way you pout at his actions

you try to match his grinding pace but he only gives your bud three more heavy taps with his tip, removing the contact and rising one of his hands to slap down on your clit, making you jolt and jerk your hips up and whine

his thumb runs through your glistening folds and starts to harshly rub your clit, teasing your tight hole with taps of his mushroom head

a repeated motion of his thumb rubbing your clit down and his cock's head slightly pushing past your ring of muscle only to immediately pull out, leaving your hole squeezing around nothing

he just laughs as he removes his thumb, leaving you a whining mess close to tears

"such a slut that you'll do anything to cum, huh doll? I know you love it when I tap my cock on your cute clit. you love it when master gives your messy pussy some attention? what a whore, crying like a bitch in heat"

he chuckles again, slapping your clit once more

small tears start to form and trickle from your eyes. he can be so mean sometimes. it's not fair

he wipes your tears with his thumb, lining up his cock with your cunt again. but this time, he doesn't stop when he pushes his dick in

no, no. he's done playing little games. he pushes his member in, inch by inch. softly moaning at the feeling of your warm walls finally wrapping around him

his fully bottoms out and grabs both of your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he sets a fast and rough pace

he kisses your calf, biting down only seconds later. basking in the way you moan his name. his hand slaps down on your clit again, this time much harder, and he sets a brutal motion of harshly rubbing his fingers onto your bundle of nerves

"nasty fucking cocksleve. moaning so loud, messy pussy is sucking me in so much. ahh~ I can feel your clenching me when I hit you clit. you like the pain? love it when I treat you like a fucking toy?"

he throws his head back as one of his free hand latches itself onto your throat, squeezing as he pounds into your cunt harder. rubbing your clit even faster

you couldn't even see your own orgasm coming, just the feeling of you cumming on his cock as he thrusts into you. your eyes roll back and you see white as your tongue lawls out, mouth spewing out more moans. your eyes water even more and tears fall down your cheeks

his grip on your throat tightens as his other hand lands harsh repeated slaps on your clit

"see? you moan so loud when I hit your messy cunny, so cute. mmm fucking made to take my cock. want me to fill your pretty pussy up, doll? ahh~ let your master breed you into his little wife?" he bends down, hot air touching your cheek as he licks the shell of your ear

"mmm! ahh~ master!! p-please cum inside meee!"

the only though in your mind is him. him, him, him. Dottore, your master. being filled and bred by your master. the way he slaps and grinds your clit sends you onto another high as you cream on his cock

and you feel him painting your walls a creamy white. filling your womb as he moans in your ear. he grins at your fucked out face, all dumb and pretty

he pulls his cock out, a mixture of your cum and his on his dick. and he lands another slap to your clit, rubbing the bud as he bends down to give it a small little kiss

"pretty clit, she loves being played with by master. we're not done yet, slut. I still need to fill you up"

series idea (that i'll never write) from a silly tag game a friend tagged me in:

cw. yandere

you got isekaid to genshin.

except.

you got isekaid into a medieval!au genshin fanfic, which your friend was in the middle of writing. and as if that's not enough, you find out that you're just one of the nameless npcs who's destined to die from a plague outbreak just a week away. and you know jack shit about medicine (or even if you do, you have zero idea how to implement modern medicines/remedies in this new civilizations ー heck, the plants in teyvat are different!). to top it off? your friend is a yandere, dead-dove-do-not-eat writer.

rest in pieces, [name]. maybe you'll find love before you die? or do you wish to cheat your death and risk derailing the wheel of fate?

possible love interest:

dottore // royal physician who has a hobby of experimenting with... a lot of things. ignore the way he always seem to carry a pouch of scent-masking herbs in his coat.

baizhu // just a soft-spoken, gentle village doctor. who seems to be a little too overprotective of his daughter(?), qiqi. never, ever go into the door that says 'staffs only' when you visit his clinic, okay? good.

wriothesley // grand duke of the north who's surprisingly not cold and feared too much by the masses? he's actually pretty friendly! maybe he'll help you! just play dumb when you catch a glimpse of the darker stains on his black clothes and the unusually sharp glint of his fangs!

zhongli // just a silly man who tries to purchase tea and was horrified when they served him fannings steeped in a bag and charged him 5000 mora. he's always happy to talk to you despite you being a nobody. what's that? the missing emperor of liyue sighted in this region? my my. what an amusing tale. people have such vivid imaginations these days.

— "𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" ♥

:feat~ childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ established relationship, modern!au ⤷ violence, overprotective ...comfort(?)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis

art by @/code_tesseract on twitter! ✩

“Why do you refuse? Tell me.”

CHILDE’s heart drops when he sees you.

It’s only a small bruise below your eye, but he can already feel his blood boiling as he dashes over to you, embracing you in a tight hug until you manage: “Taglia- can’t breathe…”

“Tell me. Who did this to you?” He pulls back hesitantly at your words, albeit only slightly. You’re still pressed up against him, warm figure in his arms.

“Taglia, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself over.” Despite his questioning, you merely glance away, ignoring his pleas with a dismissive response each time. It’s clear that you don’t want to get him involved, but he does, because just seeing how you’ve been hurt, no matter how lightly, makes him pissed.

But he can tell, begrudgingly, that you don’t need his help, or rather, don’t want it. So he’ll respect your wishes, at least while he’s in your presence. With a long sigh, he loosely shrugs his shoulders, giving you one more tight hug before asking if you want anything - ice, bandages, food, whatever. Of course you insist you’re fine, because that’s the kind of person you are… and while it’s slightly problematic at times, but being stubborn is an endearing trait of yours - after all, if you always showed no resistance, how boring would that be?

So as soon as you turn in for the night, claiming that you’re tired, he just smiles and nods along, a plan already in mind.

You said you were out with friends.

When he called you at 10:04 pm, you responded.

There was background noise.

There was someone’s voice, telling you to get off your phone.

Oh, now he knows who it was.

And that someone will surely not live to see tomorrow. ♥

DOTTORE seems indifferent at first, not bothering to spare you a glance up from his countless research papers.

Then there’s a flash of red in the corner of vision, and that’s when he whips his head up, piercing red gaze immediately landing on your figure. It’s not much, just a small amount of bleeding, but his mind already races. He’s a peculiar boyfriend, to say the least, and his personality is one that changes constantly, so much so that you’re not sure if you have one lover or thirty. For the time being, he’ll tend to your wound, but archons know he’s already calculating his plans on how to make the one who did this regret it.

“Ouch… Dottore, the bandage is too tight.” You wince from where you’re sitting on his office chair, arm held up so he can see. The male seems to jolt, glancing up at you while his enraged expression melts, just the slightest. He doesn’t apologize, but does redo the bandages, looser this time, before looking back up at you for your approval.

“...Darling. Who did this to you?”

His tone seems gentle enough, like he’s trying not to scare you. But his gaze is clear, the way his crimson eyes are cold and how his features are twisted furiously.

“Dottore, I’m fine.” And just like that, you withdraw your hand, your warmth, and hurriedly move to your room.

…What?

You’re not dismissive like that.

You always tell him everything. Because he can solve everything.

Yet, now you’re keeping secrets from him?

It’s all their fault. Whoever they are.

"So if I kill them, won’t that resolve everything?" ♥

SCARAMOUCHE merely scowls, glancing at you, brows furrowed.

“What happened to you?” His voice is mixed into a scoff as he stares at you up and down, expression only worsening, for some inexplicable reason. He’s leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, looking rather… well, there’s only some slight bruising on you, but his eyes hold so much… distaste. 

“It’s nothing.” You push aside the male, heading towards your room. Scaramouche doesn’t follow after you, only intensifying his glare as he watches you shut the door without another word, letting out a little ‘tch’. 

But as soon as you’ve disappeared behind the door, the wooden counter he’s holding onto splinters under his choking grip, small shards crumbling onto the floor. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, the fragments digging into his sin, but all he can hear is the overpowering rush of his own rage.

Nothing? You think this is nothing?

You are his, and everyone knows that.

He has made it clear.

Yet, someone dares do this to you?

Perhaps it's an act to save face, an act to protect his pride, but more so, it’s an action to hurt the one who dared to hurt you, whether you want him involved or not.

The next words that come out of his mouth are fractured whispers, violet gaze focusing on the red streaming from his hand.

“You won’t have to worry, love. I already know you too well.”

“You want me to take care of this, right? To get rid of the imbecile who dared to lay a hand on you?”

“Haha, very well. It seems that tonight will be one of bloodshed.” ♥

(a/n) ...was originally going to add pantalone to this too... but then gave up. please send help

Not sure if you’re taking request still but if you are was wondering if you could right abt reader hiding their fever from Tighnari or Diluc (or both)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

synopsis: in which you try to hide your sickness from them, just trying to stay out of their way, except it doesn’t quite go to plan

characters: heizou, thoma, tighnari, dottore, and childe x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of being sick, a tiny bit of swearing, established relationships

notes: thanks for the request! i tried pretty hard to come up with something for diluc but i wasn’t able to so i just did tighnari. i also added in some other characters, hope that’s okay :) also reminder that this is a relatively old request and i’m not actively taking requests!

heizou:

you hadn’t intended to ever hide your sickness from him, honestly

you woke up with the incoming feeling of what you assumed was a fever. your temperature was high and you felt fatigued

still, when your red haired boyfriend came prancing into your shared bedroom excitedly shaking your shoulders begging you to join him on his day off, you felt as though you couldn’t refuse

he was just so happy and you didn’t want to ruin that, not when he had been so stressed recently

walking around ritou with him seemed to be alright

the weather wasn’t bad and he even took you to a few shops for some lunch and souvenirs

but as the time passed, your head felt dizzier and your eyes stung a bit. the red of the maple trees was blending with the blue of the sky and the shops around began to spin

“are you okay?” he had asked worriedly, noticing your eyes began to droop and the overall fatigue you seemed to be experiencing

he put a hand to your forehead and noticed the burning sensation and light sweat building quickly

“shit, you’re sick? why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he began to rush you home. his arms were around you, steadying you against him

“you were so excited,” you mumble against his shoulder, “i didn’t wanna ruin that, but it looks like i did anyway.”

the detective’s heart ached as the words left your mouth, he couldn’t believe you would say something like that, “please don’t say that again. your health matters way more than my fun, don’t ever forget that.”

when you got home, you fell asleep quickly, all snuggled up in the warm covers

heizou dimmed the lights and brought some medicine and water to place on the table next to you for when you woke up

as he got in the bed with you, he made sure to pull the blankets snuggly over you and bring you closer to his chest and placing a small kiss to your forehead

“i love you,” he whispered before shutting his eyes and holding you close.

thoma:

thoma hadn’t asked you to help him with chores, but here you were…helping him with chores

although the weather was beautiful, it was spring and in influx of new leaves and all sorts of pollen was in the air and on the floors of the estate

you were kind enough to help your boyfriend out with all of the spring cleaning to prevent him from getting stressed

unfortunately, it only lead to you getting stressed and consequently sick

you had already felt the oncomings of sickness for the past week

from various headaches, lack of sleep, the inability to eat, all the way to a runny nose and sore throat — you knew it was only going to worsen, but still clung to the hope it was just spring allergies

still, you chose to help him anyway while also leaving out the details of your sickness

about two hours had passed since your last break before fatigue hit you hard. the rake you had been using to gather fallen flowers was now leaned against the wall

your arm was resting against the railing to balance yourself as you sat on the small set of stairs under the shade

“thoma,” you called out to him through shut eyes and rushed breaths, “i’m so sorry, i- i don’t think i can help you anymore.”

he ran to you almost instantly, dropping everything in his hands to check if you were okay

when he saw you weren’t, he rushed you inside to your guys’ shared room

“oh archons, i’m so sorry i didn’t notice! you really didn’t have to help me if you weren’t feeling good,” he apologized, urgently trying to help you

it was like that for hours after

he was constantly apologizing for not noticing and you could tell he truly felt bad

he even brought you fresh homemade soup and anything else you so desired. you name it, he got it

at the end of the day, he fell asleep alongside you, swearing to stay by you until you felt better.

he didn’t even care if he got sick. if it was for you, it was worth it

tighnari:

tighnari had been frustrated all week

you had noticed that almost instantaneously and even if you hadn’t, all of his grumbling, dark eye bags (which he never seemed to have), and the distance he was placing between you would have made it blatantly obvious

he didn’t seem himself as of late and that made you feel a bit down yourself

eventually it got to the point where his mood was dampening everyone else’s and you had fallen ill

the forest watcher was so stressed that he hadn’t even noticed

you had tried to tell him when he requested you help him with collecting samples of withered areas, but he was quick to shut you down before hearing you out, requesting that you, “please just help me without complaining.”

under normal circumstances, you would have told him off and not allowed him to dictate over you like that, but you weren’t feeling well at all and didn’t have the energy to argue

besides, it would only be an hour and a half right? you figured you could get through that

you should’ve known what you were getting into. your boyfriend always took longer than expected, though you hadn’t expected an hour and a half to turn into two, which then turned into three

when you realized the time, you began to ask to go home and just come back tomorrow. it was getting dark and was definitely a reasonable request of him

but tighnari wasn’t in the mood and he brushed you off, choosing not to answer your question

moments later, his equipment fell and broke — almost as if karma had struck him

he was never one to lose his cool so easily, but here he was yelling at nothing and kicking his bag over

when you had asked him to calm down, he refused and snapped at you too.

he didn’t mean it — you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like he did. like he meant to snap at you and that all his anger was somehow your fault

mixed with the fatigue and shivers from your now fully developed fever, your eyes drooped and you fell forward into unconsciousness

hours had passed before you awoke. but when you did, you found tighnari right by your side handing you a cup of water and some of his homemade medicine

“i’m so sorry,” he started quickly, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologize, “i was so selfish forcing you to go with me. i mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even notice when their partner is sick?”

you cough before responding, “you were a little harsh, but it’s okay now. you were just stressed and no one was around to help you out when you needed it, so don’t feel too bad okay?”

he nodded sadly and fell against your lap, still guilt-stricken by his lack of awareness and clouded mind from just a mere few hours ago

he would take the next week off he decided. taking care of you was more important and he had a lot of making up to do

dottore:

you weren’t surprised the doctor had failed to recognize the fact that you were sick

while he was a doctor, he wasn’t one that cared for his patients or anyone besides himself

when he had called you to his lab early one morning to aid him in some lab work, you knew there was no chance of it ending well

you loved him, you really did, but your boyfriend was pushy. and when his mind was set on something, it became the most important thing to him

today he had asked for your assistance in his lab for whatever new experiment he had conjured up this time

initially, you refused as you weren’t feeling well and didn’t have the energy

but, as aforementioned, dottore is a stubborn man and wouldn’t take no for an answer

“dottore, i’m not feeling we—“ you tried to argue with him

“ah ah, i do not care what excuse you have this time. i need your help and only your help.”

he didn’t even hear you out

so you sucked it up and helped him

about an hour had passed when you began feeling strained

back and forth of reaching for different materials and finding information for him became too much

“can we just take a break?” you breathed out heavily, immune system weak from your sickness

“no, what did i tell you? it is imperative that we do not stop until this is finished,” he stops for a moment, tone softening as he turns to you, “i’ll take you out to that place you’ve been wanting to try later, i promise. just, help me with this and we can go.”

you smile at the offer, happy he was finally making the time to go out with you, but it wasn’t enough

as soon as he asked for the next object, your dizziness kicked in as your neck craned to see it up on the high shelves of his lab

and the next thing dottore heard was a thud with you on the ground

“dottore… i can’t— i’m so sorry,” tears pool at your eyes as your fever worsens

he helps you up with a stern look, his arms wrapped around yours as he pulls you closer to inspect your face, “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“are you serious? i did tell you! you didn’t listen to me,” you exclaim

dottore softens in the way he only does around you, quietly offering you an apology and his coat to warm up your shivering body “i apologize, my love. i should not have been so neglectful of my own partner.”

he’s careful as he carries you to your shared bed and wraps you up:

“how about that restaurant? i’ll pick up whatever you want.”

childe:

sometimes childe can be a literal child. you knew that when the two of you began dating. sometimes you minded, other times you didn’t

he had a way of nagging when he wanted things and whining when he didn’t get them

you hadn’t gotten out of bed all morning and childe was getting impatient, hoping you would spar with him today for fun

you didn’t bother to tell him you were sick, thinking that he’d eventually realize later in the day

but childe was having one of those days and didn’t have a care in the world for anyone but himself

he came in to your shared room and collapsed on you, completely missing the pained grunt you let out as complaints flew left and right out of his mouth

things like: “spar with me, please!” and “c’mon we haven’t challenged each other in so long!” among many other complaints

he was right, it had been along time. and while you didn’t exactly want to spar with him today, you figured if you just indulged him for one round he would let it go

so you got up and got your equipment desperately trying to ignore the pounding of your headache

childe was beaming with excitement as he kissed your cheek and ran out to grab his equipment

when you got outside to join him, the chilly wind of snezhnaya bit at your skin and made your nose run faster than it had been before

childe quickly went in for a few hits, you dodged them and countered him quickly

it seemed to increase his determination as he charged at you effectively hitting you in the side

you didn’t let it affect you too much, aside from a bit of coughing which your boyfriend had chalked up to being from the impact of the hit

you had only lasted ten minutes longer before he landed one last hit, knocking you to the ground

“oh, c’mon! that one wasn’t even that bad. don’t tell me you can’t handle a hit that weak!” he laughed, just teasing you

you bent over on your hands and knees, violently coughing as tears poured out from your eyes

“hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” childe panicked as he dropped to his knees next to you with one hand placed on your back to support you

his hand reached your forehead, feeling a burning sensation, “woah, you’re burning up! why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“you were—“ you were cut off by your coughs, “so excited to spar. i figured if i just indulged you for a round or two i’d be fine…”

“hey, you didn’t have to do that,” he said softly, “i would’ve understood if you just told me. i care more about you than fighting, you know that.”

childe picked you up quickly and brought you back inside your shared home and to your bed, wrapping you up cozily under the covers before joining you

“childe, no— you’ll get sick,” you tried to push him away.

he smiled and firmly placed a kiss on your lips,“oh c’mon, when have i ever cared about that?”

— 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆…♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ yandere!childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: low and behold, jealousy, possessive + obsessive (who would’ve thought), oops he’s yandere mb, established relationship, dottore... chokes you? you’re his subordinate + dr*gging (scara) dont ask me what im doing i dont know either

⤷ “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you won’t forget that.”

“Where were you yesterday night?”

CHILDE’s empty gaze lands on you and doesn’t let you leave it’s sight as soon as you walk through the door. You sense an air of displeasure surrounding your boyfriend as he leans back on the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes fixtated on you. You haven’t done anything wrong, so why do you feel like a deer caught in headlights?

“I just went out with some friends…?” You aren’t sure of the source of his inexplicable anger, but you decide it’d be best not to trigger it.

“They treated me to some street food, and that was it, really…” It’s hard to elaborate further with the harbinger keeping completely silent, and his gaze feels like it’s piercing you.

He echoes a word that seems to have sparked his interest. “‘They?’” “Uhm- you know, Xingqiu, Chongyun, and Xiangling…”

Unconsciously, you let a brief smile cross your face at the mention of your good friends’ names, remembering the lively bustle of Liyue Harbor and the many laughs shared between the four of you.

It’s a sight that doesn’t escape Childe’s keen eye. Instantly, he’s three steps closer, with your chin raised in his gloved hand. “Wipe that smile off of your face, goddamnit.” He speaks through gritted teeth, though his harsh voice is obscured by the way his words come out as a soft hiss. His brows are furrowed, eyes flashing with annoyance as he pauses and takes in a deep breath.

“Wh…what’s with you? Don’t do those things so suddenly!” You yelp, attempting to move away only for your back to hit the wall.

The male only lets out a breathy laugh. “Ah, honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing either…” He’s much more reserved now, but you know him well enough to be aware of how he’s silently seething under the surface. “Archons, you’re a troublesome thing, aren’t you? To think affection would do such a thing to me… hah, what a thrill!” He glances up long enough for you to catch his twisted expression, eyes blown and a smile spreading across his face. “Jealousy, hm? Hahaha, oh how the troops would ridicule me if they knew!” He stops to take in a breath, his chest heaving up and down erratically. What a fool you’ve made me, darling.”

“Wh-What?” He’s moving closer, too close, his hot breath fanning your face.

“Look at me, you’ve made me a pliable idiot under your touch, haven’t you? Don’t even think about leaving now.”

“You don’t have to worry, all I’ll do is just make sure that pretty little head if yours doesn’t think about anything except me only.” ♡

“A friend, you say?”

DOTTORE has a quizzical look about him, as it’s rather odd how much amusement his crimson eyes hold. “Hmm, is that so?”

“Yes…?” You don’t know what has come over your boyfriend at the moment, but he ponders your words as if they hold a different meaning - which, they don’t. Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel like the guilty party… but you haven’t done anything wrong, have you?

“I need a name.” He whips out a small notebook out of seemingly nowhere, a pen also appearing in his hand.

“Oh, uhm-“ You momentarily pause, hesitant as you pictured the familiar fox-eared forest ranger. “He’s not exactly fond of the Fatui…”

The male lets out a hum, smile only spreading wider. “All the better. Explain him. Thoroughly.”

You frown. “Why are you so fixated on-“

You swallow your words as they’re interrupted by a sound that’s more akin to a bark than a  laugh. “Ahhh, I knew giving you my hand would be beneficial, just look how delightfully humorous you are!” He strides closer, one step, then another, effortlessly closing the space between the two of you. You can feel his red gaze through where it’s obstructed from the mask he always dons, and you have a feeling that his eyes are trained toward your every move. “Do you truly mean to say that I am not to ask of this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“It shouldn’t be of your concern…”

“Oh, but it is.” Dottore does what looks like a shrug, an action you certainly wouldn’t put past him. “Do I not have the right to monitor my partner’s actions? Who knows,” He steps even closer, his arms positioned in either side of you. “What kind of things you might be doing with this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“Dottore, what you’re implying right now is-!”

“My name sounds good in your mouth. You should say it more often.” Even in such a situation, he won’t stop his teasing mannerisms. “Ah, but perhaps you say his name much more often, don’t you?”

The words escape your mouth before you can halt them: “Tighnari isn’t!-“

“Tighnari, you said?” Dottore lets out a low chuckle, his voice giving way to his definite ecstasy. “Ah, so that’s his name? I’ll be sure to remember it. Hm, who knows, perhaps he’d make a wonderful subject of mine?”

“Why- Why are you doing this??”

“Isn’t it obvious, darling?” He’s shifted closer once more, and the very air you breathe feels suffocating. “I desire for you, and only you. Ahhhahah, you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you? Carve up my heart for all it matters, just be mine.” His fingers find his way around your throat, and it’s even harder to inhale than before. Dizzying black spots begin to grow larger, casting the edges of your vision into to darkness. “But in order for to us to live happily, together, I’ll have to make sure of things first… and first on the list…” A low growl makes its way out of his throat. “I’ll just need to make sure there won’t be any lasting regrets for you, hm? Just a few dead here and there, who’s really going to notice? After all…”

“I can’t have you running from my grasp, can I?” ♡

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be going out tonight?”

SCARAMOUCHE’s scornful glare is enough to make you cower where you stand in front of the door to his private quarters. His significantly short stature made it rather difficult for him to tower over you, but the deathly aura that surrounded the male was already more than enough.

“My apologies, sir. I was not aware that it was mandatory to inform you of my departure.” You give him a swift bow, casting your eyes to the floor. Several possibilities ran through your head. Perhaps he’d just settle for a rather harsh scolding, or maybe a social probation. Either way, a small part of you stirred in annoyance at your superior’s words. Nowhere in the trainee handbook had such a rule been written! You had heard the not quite so savory rumors of the 6th Harbinger numerous times before, and while they had never really proved to be a significant problem, the reason they had even surfaced in the first place was beginning to dawn on you.

“Where?” He raises his hand, a sign to lift your head. He’s being rather gracious today…? Perhaps he had been in a good mood - that is, until you soured it.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Where did you go?” There’s clear frustration in his tone for having to repeat himself.

“To the nearest marketplace. The soldiers in the east quadrant needed more supplies.”

“And you complied? You let them just push you around like that?

“Respectfully, sir, if I hadn’t, they would’ve done the same and pestered someone else. There was no task assigned to us-”

“Us?”

“I and another lieutenant, sir. He agreed to help me because-”

“Did I grant you the right to go with that scum?” It startles you, how much venom lies in his words. Posture stiffening, you manage to glance up, only to meet his burning violet gaze.

“Sir, I don’t underst-”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Something seems to suddenly come over the harbinger as he doubles over in his signature maniacal laughter. “You never understand, do you??”

You take a step back, only for your heel to hit the wall behind you. “Lord Scaramouche…?” For every quickened breath you take, he sways an inch closer.

“I’ve been sending you so many signs, doing nearly everything in my power to just make it so my affection would get through to that dense head of yours, but no, you still remain ignorant, ignorant for how much I’m willing to do for you! Anything and everything, no matter where and what. If it means words of praise from your mouth and your warmth touch, then any task is worth fulfilling.” The malice in his eyes dims slightly as he closes them, smiling at you brightly as he slides his hand into yours. His hand is cool, his skin smooth and unblemished, yet rigidly unnatural, the sharp angles of his joints proof of the way he was crafted into this world. A being… incapable of love…? No, the heartless being in front of you was certainly capable, and far too deeply immersed in the feeling. His lips brush against yours, yet darken dangerously when you shift your head away as an act of avoidance.

“Don’t be like that, not after all the trouble I’ve went through, just to ensure that you’ll finally be in my arms…” There’s a flash of light, a tendril of purple lightning, and all of a sudden, your limbs feel weak. You don’t know when you’ve collapsed onto the floor, or when you’ve been nestled into Lord Scaramouche’s arms, but you’re able to make out his words through the fog in your mind.

“Ah? It seems that the solution I slipped into your dinner proved to be quite potent. It’s a shame you won’t be seeing more of it, but alas, I can’t possibly keep you here any longer. Not when there are countless of those dogs salivating over the thought of you, those wretched vermin…” Sensation in your fingers, his lips against the back of your hand as he kisses it gently.

“There won’t be any need to worry anymore, darling. I’ll be all that you need.” ♡

(a/n) for you guys who were hoping for something soft n fluffy, sorry, please take this offering as an apology.

“Ah, I hate this feeling, whenever you hang out with them it’s just…”

“Are you… jealous?”

“What?? No, no way!! Don’t get the wrong idea, alright?”

“Don’t worry love, you are my one and only beloved, so please don’t worry about me leaving you, because rest assured, it will never happen.”

“I…😭🥹🥺🥺”

smoochy smooch the end !!

help i feel like the quality of my fanfic is just slowly degrading over time have i peaked is it just downhill from here am i growing to become old and wrinkled 😞

(oh… it’s been a while hasn’t it…. a month of unexcused absence… i was trying to post this early but the yandere theme made me reach a stalemate FUCKK IM SORRY ILL WRITE MORE PSPSPS IM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING ALL OF YOU WAAAH)

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18+||MDNI

Thinking about Dottore lately

I want to be locked up in his lab, submitting to him completely and at his disposal to use for whatever experiments he sees fit.

These guys are super simps.... :-}

Wedding Night Sex with Genshin Men

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bridal carry, mating press, gentle sex, mating bites, rough sex, torn clothes, wall sex, cunnilingus

A/N: It was between this and arranged marriage. Might do that one another time.

Kaeya, being the gentleman that he is, carries you in his arms through the door, lavishing your face and neck with lots of kisses. However once you're all alone he cannot hold back any longer. He'd had to walk all the way to the bedroom with a semi-boner, that really needs taking care of, and what better way then to bury it inside your pussy for the rest of the night?

Diluc makes sure that your wedding night, like all others, makes you feel special. He takes his sweet time taking off your wedding dress, kissing your body, making you sigh and moan and arch as he puts his mouth on you and gets to have the thing he's secretly been craving this whole time. Forget the damn cake, all he wanted for dessert was your cunt.

Itto could have been parting it up longer but why would he when he had something, no someone better to spend his time and energy on. His beautiful new bride, who he can't wait to mating press into sweet oblivion. Speaking of mating, tonight is the night he finally gets to bite you, make you his, with his fangs, kisses, hard cock thrusting in and out of that pretty, wet pussy, making you come all over his cock and balls right before he fills you up with his own cum.

Childe had a very hard time not teasing you all night before you got to your bedroom. You looked so damn beautiful he could hardly hold back, but he did, if only because he knew you'd give him the best time of his life once you were alone. He couldn't stop touching you, his hands, his mouth, his knee between your legs, his fingers digging into your dress to take it off in a hurry, his pants barely down his legs before he thrust his cock deep and started pounding away.

Pantalone is very patient with you. His cock is almost tearing through his pants but he can wait until you get undressed. He can wait for you to shyly crawl on top of him, straddle his face and part your pussy folds for his skilled tongue. The man could watch you come again and again just from his mouth alone, but alas you need more then that, he knows it, your pussy knows it. He would never deny you on your wedding night. You can still stay on top of him, besides he rather likes to watch your expression as you lose yourself from his cock.

Dottore can't wait for the bed, he's been holding back long enough, smiling through it all. The wall it is, your legs held up, spread just like your cunt, ready for what ever he's going to give you. He will absolutely make is so you can't walk the next day, or even talk from how sore your voice will be from moaning and repeating his name in pleasure.

Zhongli has been waiting to get his hands all over you since he saw you in your wedding dress. You do loo good in it, heavenly even, too bad it stands between him and you. At least until he tears it to tiny shreds with his fangs and claws, unable to hold back from clamming you as his. He's snarling, growling, his horns and tail on full display as he ruts into your pussyhole again and again, making you yell his name so loud it leaves no doubt to whose bride you are.

cg!harbingers

feat pantalone, dottore, childe (may be ooc)

genre fluff

notes if u aren’t already, please educate yourself about age regression before sending hate towards me or thinking this is sexual, this is NOT sexual

pantalone

will buy you literally anything

you like that sippy cup? you’ll find it on your bed not long after

you like that stuffie? he already bought it

also tends to buy you stuff to entertain yourself, mainly due to the fact that sadly he’s often very busy and he doesn’t want his little one to be bored/sad

likes to be called ‘papa’, he doesn’t know why it just makes him happy internally

calls you little one or baby/boy/girl

will try his hardest to be home as much as possible so he can be there to help when you age regress and to give you his undivided attention <3

dottore

high key very curios about your regression

obviously he will be your caregiver but if you allow him, he wants to research what makes you regress/why you regress and such

whenever he’s not there to keep you company, one of his clones will look after you

surprisingly soft around you when you regress

he likes being called papa as well

will call you any nickname in the book, practically calls you all the nicknames there are when you’re in little space

tries to keep you out of his fatui business as much as possible

overall, he cares a lot about you and he tries his best to look after you and attend to your needs+wants <3

childe

best caregiver 101

he is also filthy rich, so prepare to be spoiled with gifts galore

whenever he can’t spend time with you, he usually asks zhongli if he can look after you

dw zhongli won’t judge you for being a little, he’s surprisingly pretty good with age regressors

childe likes being called daddy, makes him feel all giddy inside

because he’s a big brother, he’s just really good with you no matter what age you regress to and wether you’re non verbal or verbal

enjoys napping with you when he has the chance to <3

" conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. after conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move... "

dottore has me in chokehold oml-

𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗦𝗜𝗭𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 !

˖˚˳⊹ dick size headcanons part two feat. xiao : albedo : dainsleif : cyno : thoma : scaramouche : dottore : baizhu : enjou x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

xiao whose dick is fucking beautiful, just like he is <3 surprisingly isn't the smallest in that category, slightly above average in length and his tip has a cute rosy tint. He's a grower, 6,2 inches when soft and 7 inches when hard. His girth is on the thinner side with strongly pronounced veins starting from the bottom slightly above his balls, points linear, not to mention sensitive around the tip, get so so shy whenever you kiss it. secretly loves it! <3

albedo whose cock is almost too perfect. Points linear without a curve in sight, not to mention it's girth is above average but slims down around the tip. He's not a grower, 6 inches when soft and about 6,5 inches once he's hard. Has a lot of thin veins run right under the skin and since he's very pale they're noticeable, like a cute'ish blue hue. His balls are soft and very round, loves when you play with them!

dainsleif, whose cock is big and frustrated! it's girth wide enough to make you struggle whenever you try to wrap your lips around him <3. He's naturally above average and a grower. 7,2 inches when soft and once you got him in the mood, it's a solid 7,9 inches. Pretty shape too and spongy against your tongue! curving slightly to the left with a beautiful vein decorating and wrapping against his big shaft!

cyno whose cock still has you whining even though it's smol :(. so angry though! his tip will radiate a swollen red all around and it's sensitive! he's not a grower, 4,9 inches when soft and 5,3 once he's hard. It's his girth that's impressive, he doesn't even realize it nor would he care though. It's already big around the tip but gets even wider around his shaft. His balls are slightly droppy, cums a lot too, can get pretty messy but he wants it that way. <3

thoma who's insecure about his dick! always so scared of being unable to make you cum around his cock :(. It's above average though, but slightly slimmer. Not a grower, 6,9 inches when soft and once he's hard it's a solid 7,3 inches long. very firm and slightly curves to the left. poor baby is so sensitive too! gets way too embarrassed whenever you lick up the big vein that circulates over his shaft so fucking nicely.

scaramouche whose cock may be average sized, but it would never feel that way whenever he fucks into your messy cunt! he's not a grower, 6,5 inches whenever he's soft and 6,9 once he's hard. cums a lot and is messy, a hefty amount too, loves coating your face all over with it and laugh at you <3. His balls are well rounded, thick and pulsing a lot whenever you suck him off.

dottore who knows he's fucking big and owns it. he's so confident and always ready to take you against his desk and the way you squirm is music to his ears! his girth highly over the average with a thick vein popping out angrily around his shaft. Is not a grower, 7,2 inches when soft and 7,7 inches once he's hard. His tip is having a cute red tint to it, pointing slightly to the right in a c shape almost. And his thick balls can barely wait to fill you up! :(

baizhu whose heavy cock is able to fill you up to the brim and stretch you with that delicious ache you're longing for <3. is a grower, 6,5 inches when soft and once he's hard a 7,1 inches. points almost completely linear, though when he's erect it does sway a bit to the right. has a few thin veins running along his shaft that you can very much feel whenever he's got you wrapped around him. Loves when you kiss his tip, it'll make him so shy and praise you in the process. <3!

enjou whose cock is average but with an impressive amount of girth. Loves when you give him head while he's working! So so sensitive around his mushroom tip, it's almost embarrassing <3. He's a grower, 6,1 inches whenever he's soft and 6,8 inches once he's hard. Is always busy but can't keep himself in check either :( his tip beats an angry almost red'ish color but slightly resorts to a soft rosy tint once he cums a lot more on your tongue!

(part one) // tagging: @stygianoir

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fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

stop what if

Heizou probably has a habit of accidentally flirting with everyone. Probably you got so fed up with it, you ended up breaking up with him.

Thoma feeling bad that he accidentally spent way more time with Ayaka than he spent time with you.

Childe accidentally hurting you by his excruciatingly big ego, he misunderstands “i’m worried about you” by “you’re not strong”.

Dottore accidentally screaming at you because you disturbed him in an important experiment. Little did he know he forgot you were more important.

Scaramouche keeps denying your love to him after his dark past, people leaving him. You said you weren’t leaving and he doubted it. But now you actually did leave him, all because of him. He regretted it.

Gorou’s loyalty to Her Excellency seemed more important than his love for you, or your love for him. He probably didn’t even notice you left until Kokomi mentioned it.

Diluc gets upset everytime you mentioned about him getting along with Kaeya. He ended up breaking up with you, but he was the dumb one now. It was just a request. Why was he so overdramatic?

Zhongli probably only used you as a coping mechanism, as if you were Guizhong. After you left, he fell inlove with you far too late.

Sometimes Ayato gets overworked. Asking him to rest is difficult. He found you annoying. You left. He misses your annoying personality.

Alhaitham’s suspicious activities.. always trying to find information about the Canned Knowledge Capsule seems to be more prioritized than your well-being to him. Were you just for display?

You hate how Kaeya spends his night in the Tavern than spending time with you. As if he was cheating on you with the Tavern. Ridiculous.

Itto’s personality.. could be a little hard to understand. He never takes things seriously and probably has the biggest ego. He would never take serious discussions.. well.. seriously.

you guys seem to really like this, so here’s a longer version for Scaramouche, Zhongli and Thoma! HERE

"Would You Still Love Me"

"If I was a worm?"

Ft. Dottore, Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche

Dottore:

"Of all the stupid things you could ask me..."

Stares judgementally at you, expecting you to revoke the question

Pinches the bridge if his nose and sighs when you don't

His scowl crumbles a little when you seem upset

"So you wouldn't love me if I suddenly turned into a worm."

Comes to the sudden realisation that if you're upset with him, you'll be less compliant...for science

C'mon, he's not gonna admit he's in it for the cuddles, not even in his head

Brings you a set of blueprints and a glass enclosure

"This is where you'd stay if you were a worm. I have three different design plans, so choose wisely because that's how your worm home will look for the rest of your life. You'll have a little worm car after four months if I haven't found a cure, however unlikely that is."

He will tell you all of his plans on what he'll do if you become a worm and you can't stop him because you started it

Your hypothetical worm situation is now fully prepared for, whether you like it or not

Wouldn't recommend because the diet he has planned for worm you doesn't look very appetising

Kazuha:

"You'd travel on my shoulder on in my pocket so I can share poetry with you."

Ruffles your hair and pinches your cheeks

If you swat him away he'll insist he was only checking if you were becoming a worm

Carries on like it was nothing after that

If you ask again he'll remind you that he'll love you regardless of what form you take

This does, unfortunately, spark some odd terms of endearment

You are now his "precious worm", "beloved wormy", "sweet wriggly", "fleshy straw", etc

They get progressively worse

But he swears it's all affectionate

"I'd love you if you became a leaf."

"That wasn't the question-"

"Every leaf has it's own tune when you play it like a flute, I wonder what yours would be."

Xiao:

Stares at you for a good while

"Why would you ever be a worm?"

You don't need to elaborate, because he'll eventually sigh and give in, intertwining his fingers with yours as he assures you he would

Still confused on why you'd be a worm though

But rest assured you would be the safest worm in the whole of Teyvat because nothing can touch you so long as Xiao is taking care of you

You're his little wormy, and he'll carry you in his palm when he's high up so you can have a nice view

Always worried he might misplace you or accidentally step on you

You've given him intrusive thoughts and now he's worried about a hypothetical that may never happen

Scaramouche:

"Would you love me if you were a worm though?"

"Scara what-"

"How do we know your worm brain has the capacity to comprehend that you're in a committed relationship with me? There's no telling whether you'll find some new worm lover who can give you that wormy connection I can't."

He's going off about how a worm couldn't possibly have any lingering feelings for a person

Mildly offended at the implication you might expect him to become a worm for you to live your worm lives together

"Me? A worm? How could you even entertain such a thought?"

You didn't, he drew his own conclusions and started overthinking

This is clearly your way of hinting that you don't feel loved enough to trust him (it's not, he is once again overthinking)

It has now been flipped on you to explain to him that you'd love him even if he became a worm because you'd adore him whether or not he loved you back

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Please just notice their advances

Ft. Diluc, Dottore, Itto, Zhongli

Diluc:

It's not you, it's him

Truly, he could not be any more vague

Why? You might ask?

Simply put, he's trying his best to romance you without letting you know it's him who's romancing you

Something something anxious you'll reject him something

So yeah, flowers, subtle gifts in the form of things you happen to need, everything is handed to you on a silver platter of convenience

And the sender himself is nowhere to be found or even heard of

Throw in how he's not exactly known for being amorous, as popular as he is, how could you possibly have suspected it was from him?

Of course you'd ask around, sparking a whole new chain of talk about your mysterious admirer

And lots of unwanted advice from the well-meaning citizens of Mond

"You should try asking around at the Angel's Share. Master Diluc always seems to know a little about everything, maybe he has something for ya."

Having no other leads, you went ahead with it

As with every other evening, the place was packed, drunkards exchanging tales over their liquor

There was nothing of value to be gotten from them, so you made a beeline for the redhead behind the counter

"Good evening, what can I get for you this time?"

"You wouldn't happen to have information, would you? On umm, the person who's been sending me all these presents."

He stiffens up, though not enough to be distinctly noticeable

He was going to say no, continue to lay low for a bit more, but when you looked at him so expectantly, it was hard for him to turn you down

It was even worse when you pressed further, prying for details to push your luck

Still, he caved and answered, fumbling as he did, because there was only so vague he could be the more you questioned

"You seem to know this person really well, it's almost like- Wait, Diluc, are you??"

In your excitement, you had gotten up, kneeling on the barstool and leaning across the counter to come face to face with him

"I've thought of something else you can get me, bartender~"

"Y-yes, and...what might that be?"

"You<3"

_____

"Just like that?" Kaeya confirmed, throwing his head back and laughing as he turned to his brother. "Yeah, just like that," you echoed, smiling at your lover who glowered at the blue haired captain. Diluc sat himself between the two of you as he wrapped an arm around you. "I told you it'd be easier to just ask them," Kaeya quipped, only to be silenced with a glare. "I recall," Diluc said. "But it worked out fine all the same." And fine it was, as he pressed a kiss to your temple, content that he no longer had to fret over hiding from you.

Dottore:

For someone who's all about the enjoying the experimental process, even he was growing tired of the lack of results

Were his hints (link to past post) too difficult to notice even for you? Had he overestimated your abilities?

Perhaps that was the case, so he'd have no choice but to resort to a more tried and true method

But of course even then he'd twist it in his own way to suit himself

It's not like there was any point in conforming to a standard the complete opposite of his own lest you fall for anything short of who he truly was

So he approaches you under the guise of a personal experiment, a little something that had piqued his interest

"You can be my lover for a... how's a month sound?"

You choked on your drink

As if being approached by the harbinger you worked for during your lunch break wasn't nerve wracking enough, that was what he wanted to talk to you about?

Despite his offhanded demeanor, seeming to not care about whether you agreed to it or not, you had a feeling it would be in your best interests to go along with it

It's not like you weren't at least somewhat into him anyway

His smile from under the mask did seem very ominous to any sane person though

Perhaps you weren't entirely sane, because the doctor's low chuckle didn't send you running for the hills in spite of you having no idea what he was planning

But really, how hard could it be to play the part of Il Dottore's lover for a month?

The answer was not at all

The position came with a number of privilege you were sure you'd miss once you lost them

Free access to anything under Dottore's command? Almost the same level of authority?

Really, it was insane just how much you were getting out of something that stemmed from his curiosity

And it really had you wondering just how he could afford to spare you all this luxury without batting an eye

Your colleagues, while understandably jealous, had been surprisingly supportive as well, giggling in your ear about how soft the doctor seemed to be for you

But all you could think of was how it was all a lie

You had to keep reminding yourself how quickly it would be over, and that you'd soon return to your old post

Even in the doctor's presence, which was often, you were doing mental gymnastics to stay calm at his every doting gesture

How was it even possible for him to hold you so gently? You'd never know

His duality was such that he could snap at the Regrator in a tone you're sure was icy enough to make the Tsaritsa proud all while holding you in his lap with the warmest possible embrace

And every moment felt like it'd last forever

Could he freeze time? You sort of hoped he would experiment with that and inevitably extend the time you had with him

You, ever the fool, had gotten comfortable with the arrangement even when you'd repeatedly reminded yourself not to

Although one could say you were an even bigger fool for not realising how he set you up to fall for him

Did you really think he was capable of looking at anyone he didn't consider special to him with enough warmth to melt a room when you can't even see his eyes?

On the final day of your agreement, you were finally starting to worry about how you were supposed to go about your old job after all you'd experienced with Dottore

Could you even function without remembering how nice it was to have his reassuring hand on your back?

"Oh my, anyone would think you were upset by the thought of leaving me if you pulled that face."

"Lord Dottore! I didn't notice- I'm sorry I-"

"No, this has been...a very successful experiment, if I do conclude. It has definitely helped me to confirm something important, I was just thinking of how to reward you for your help."

"I'm honoured I was able to assist, my lord. I'd be happy to accept any gift you might grace me with."

He frowned a little, and you were worried you had misspoken

Well, technically, you had, because he was hoping you'd have gotten comfortable enough with him over the month to drop the formalities

"Any gift? Then it's decided. We'll just have to make this a permanent arrangement, wouldn't you agree, my dear? In which case I think it only fitting that...when we're alone like this, you should call me Zandik."

The last part was softer, like the utterance of his name was for no one but you (it was)

Dottore might have been the feared harbinger, but Zandik was your affectionate maniac, and yours alone

_____

"Zandik, I never really did get to ask...why did you choose me for that experiment anyway? It just all seems far too fortunate for everything to fall into place so easily," you asked. You hadn't expected him to grin - more to himself than anyone else. "Yes, very fortunate indeed, you must be quite the lucky one then, favoured by the goddess of love herself, no?" he chuckled. He wondered if you would ever figure out he schemed it all, or if you'd remain blissfully ignorant. Gingerly, he took off his mask and set it on your face. "Would you look at that, it suits you too," he mused. "So why don't we just take it, that we were bound to end up like this one way or another, my precious?"

Itto:

You'd think it's obvious since he's such an outspoken guy

But he's fairly prideful too, so chances are, he's gonna try get you to ask him out

Unfortunately for him, he very much does want to cut the chase and ask you out so he doesn't have to wait

It's really a dilemma, and it doesn't help that no one in the gang apart from Shinobu gives sound advice

Just ask you out? Yeah right, Shinobu, he's gonna go with what the other guys say and just make himself seem so cool you'll be dying to go out with him

So he hangs around you a lot, dragging you with him and talking about how the Arataki Gang is doing stupendously

And who's leading the gang? None other than him, of course!!

Surely you'll think he's awesome, right?

Of course, credit where credit's due, he does end up talking about Shinobu a lot, praising her and how well she helps manage things

In part, that's supposed to help you see how humble he is despite his awesomeness

Too bad it gave the impression that he liked Shinobu, leading to you trying to set them up

Did you kinda like Itto? Yeah, sure, what wasn't there to like about him?

But that was also why you thought you should put your own feelings aside and help him out

And Itto, the sweet dumbass, not knowing any better, went along with all your ideas thinking you just wanted to spend time with him

You were taking him shopping for stuff!! That seems like a date, right? He was counting as a date

Yes, you were trying to dress him up and "coincidentally" bump into Shinobu and abandon them to have dinner together, but Itto didn't know the second half of that

He was absolutely memorising every detail to tell the rest of the gang after about how it worked and you slyly tried to go on a date with him

He was planning up how to tell them already

And you were dressing him up too? Look at you, acting like you're already married, he's very head empty

My guy is so ready to call you out on it when you bump into Shinobu a little earlier than expected

"Oh, what are you two up to? No offence, y/n, it's just that Itto typically doesn't come around town without some sort of mayhem following."

"Hey, you know that's not true, people love me, I-"

Red alert: he was looking stupid in front of his crush

And when you were quick to defend him? Boy, he looked like he wanted to kiss you then and there

You thought you were salvaging his reputation, but really, it just made you look like you were taking his side unconditionally

At least that's how it seemed in the moment

"How about that, boss. You actually got them to fall for you hard enough to overlook your idiocy. Who'd have thought?"

"Well, of course no one can resist the one and Oni Arataki Itto, y/n included, right my bug?"

You couldn't even be offended at his awful petname for you because there was so much to process

Were you dating now? Was that how it went?

Honestly, you could roll with that, as funny of a way as it was to get together

You didn't even have the heart to tell him about the misunderstanding because he seemed so proud to show off to everyone how you finally got together

_____

The members of the Arataki Gang gathered around with gathered sakura blooms as they scattered the petals around to congratulate the two of you. For the most part, Itto was just recounting the tale from his perspective, which was pretty funny to hear since you knew how it all actually went down. Had you really looked at him with the love the ocean had for the moon? It was almost embarrassing to hear how he described you, the poetic brilliance so unlike his typical crude speech. Certainly, it was a simple as comparing you to fresh grass in the summer, but it was very him to do so. And you supposed that was the magnetic charm of his after all.

Zhongli:

He can't think of a time when he's ever been so desperate to reach out to someone and yet so hesitant

But that had to be all the more reason for him to keep his distance because imagine if he lost you once he'd gotten attached?

Absolute devastation

But a small part of him insists you're worth the risk

Sadly, not enough to convince him because what if one day you realise you're just wasting your time with him? If you didn't actually like him any more than as a dear friend?

So you end up in this awful push and pull, hot and cold situation where one day he's inviting you out, eager to spend time with you

And the next day he's nowhere to be found, uncontactable as though he was never a part of your life

It got tiring really fast, so you roped in Hu Tao, since as his boss, she probably had his schedule

That and Hu Tao very much seems to be aware of something you aren't (aka the fact that Zhongli is immortal)

She wants to fill you in so badly because she's pretty done with watching Zhongli pine and then act like he never did

Still, she respects his boundaries (mostly) so she just helps drag him out of hiding

And by that, I mean calling him to work for something really important so he'll rush over

So you can imagine how his eyes widened when he saw you waiting with the director

"Director...and y/n, did I miss something?"

He knew he was being played the moment he saw Hu Tao's close-eyed smile but it was too late to run

Even then, Hu Tao wasn't one to break character, so she sent the two of you on some errands for her

So off you go, wandering Liyue on tasks you're certain have no relevance to whatever Hu Tao actually needs

Part 1: Scouring mountains for qingxin

At some point, Zhongli decided it'd be so much easier to just boost you up with his geo structures and catching you when you jumped/slid back down

No, he's definitely not the geo archon he's just very proficient at using his vision, he assures you

With the way he talks about Liyue as you search for flowers, even you end up piecing it all together

"What's it like to no longer be worshipped?"

"It's definitely more peaceful."

He pauses and slowly turns towards you

"I seem to be slipping up a lot today. This is exactly why I can't be around you. Still, what were the chances you'd figure this out before picking up on my feelings for you?"

Look at him turning the tables on you, it was now your turn to be flustered

How dare he

With a gentle tenderness only the passage of time could train, he picked out one particular flower from the bunch and held it beside your cheek

"Would it be inappropriate for me to comment on how you put even the loveliest of flowers to shame? Or should I find an equally appealing piece of jade or cor lapis to match the shine of your eyes?"

"What's with this sudden flattery?"

"You do bring out the worst in me sometimes. Even centuries of solitude couldn't grant me the patience to wait for you to choose me."

_____

You'd returned to the funeral parlour with Zhongli, both of you hauling massive bouquets in your arms. "We've found the-" Zhongli began, only to be cut off by his boss chiding him. "Aiya, I gave you the perfect opportunity and you still have no game!"

"No, but I did-" He turned to you with pleading eyes, but it was a sight too funny to pass up on. You'd make it up to him later, of course. But for the time being, you'd let yourself be amused with his suffering as payback for ghosting you all those times.

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui, no other warnings

notes: i enjoyed writing this one ajfdhuaisdfuhs it was a bit of a character study for dottore, i love being able to get into his head like this

MIDWINTER

He was born without a mark. It’s not abnormal--statistically, half of the population would be born without a mark because you don’t receive your mark until your soulmate is born. Most receive theirs within the first five years of their life, if they weren’t born with one. Others are unlucky, and they have to wait up to ten. 

Dottore never received his. 

He waited years. When he was five years old, and other kids his age were starting to see the red thread that connected them with their soulmate, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was ten years old, and other kids his age were starting to feel their soulmate's emotions, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was fifteen years old, and other kids his age were finally seeing random words scrawled on their forearms reflecting their soulmate’s thoughts, he was still waiting on his mark. 

When he was younger, he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter--that one day, his mark would show up, just like how it did for everyone else. But it was hard to convince himself of that when everyday he was reminded that he didn’t have one. He was reminded by nasty kids who would push him to the ground and laugh at him, he was reminded by equally nasty adults who whispered that only the soulless and the damned didn’t receive their soulmarks, and he was reminded by his parents who stripped him down to search him for his mark everyday so they could prove their son wasn’t cursed. 

Dottore accepted that he did not have a soulmate. He would even go so far as to say he embraced it. It took him a long time to reach that mentality, years of coming to terms with it, but he firmly believed that he was better off. Having a soulmate was a mortal weakness that he was freed of--he had seen it be the downfall of many men before and he refused to meet the same fate. 

Without a soulmate, he could focus on more important things. He could devote his time and energy to his research, further the Fatui in their rebellion against Celestia, and he could do it all without the weakness that all of humanity had. 

He was stronger without a soulmate. It proved he was above mankind, beyond the limits that humans were confined to. He was better without a soulmate. 

A harsh gust of wind battered the window of his room, ice webbing at the bottom of the glass, creeping up the sides. Dottore sighed as he lifted his hand to his face, pulling off the mask that hid him from the rest of the world. 

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about this again. His gaze drew to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, eyes tracing the rough, jagged skin across the top of his face--a product of the demonization cast over him by the people of his old village. Dottore’s lips twisted into a deep frown as he forced himself to look away, it had been a long time since he had even had a passing thought of it, much less dwelling on it as he was now. 

He turned away from the mirror over to the candle resting at his nightstand--dimly lighting up the dark, spacious room. Shadows reflected eerily across the room from the trees swaying in the wind outside to the small flame dancing at his bedside. A blizzard rattled the palace around him, he wondered if it was the doing of the Tsaritsa or if it was just a natural storm. 

Dottore hated the winter.

He always had. It had nothing to do with the bone-chilling weather and frequent storms. He barely could even feel the cold anymore, and he thought storms might be better for him because he could coop himself up in his lab without having to worry about the Jester disturbing his research and telling him to go on some mission. He had hated the winter even before he had left Sumeru for Snezhnaya, where the temperatures were five times as warm and the earth of the forest started to dry from a lack of rain. 

Winter had always been the unluckiest time of year for him--it was when he was originally chased from the village, it was when he was cast out from the Akademiya. Winter was when he had faced some of the biggest failures of his life regarding his research into Archon residue. Winter was when the first segment he had created was destroyed. Winter was when he was dealt a fatal blow that had made him abandon his body for an artificial one. 

Dottore despised the winter. 

He sat on his bed, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, that was the only explanation for why his mind was wandering to such a topic. He had been able to free himself of the shackles that many mortals were restricted by--aging, natural death, even unnatural death could be avoided, for the most part, but he still found himself chained by fatigue and hunger. He could suppress it longer than the average person but it never failed to limit him. 

He supposed that he should rest. Tomorrow there was to be a meeting with all of the Harbingers--discussion on what was to be done about the spots of the late 9th and 11th, who had met their end on a failed mission in Natlan earlier in the month. With the Captain finally returning with their bodies, it would be time to put them to rest and figure out how to move forward. He could already hear the bickering of Sandrone and Scaramouche, Arlecchino’s snide comments that just set the other two off even more. 

Dottore thought that the whole situation was ridiculous. There had been no need to send two of the newest Harbingers down to Natlan when they all knew very well that Natlan was getting more and more aggressive to the Fatui within their borders. They had been sent on a diplomatic mission, to observe, but the Pyro Archon claimed that they had made an attempt on her life. A blatant lie, but the only ones left alive to corroborate the story were the Pyro Archon’s sycophants.

It was meant to be a challenge. The Pyro Archon was challenging the Tsaritsa to do something about her butchering two of her most loyal followers, she was hoping for a war… but Snezhnaya could not afford a war right now. Their economy was failing and the dead of winter was nigh, when all crops would start dying and animals would freeze mid-trot. Famine would begin to wrap its chilly fingers around the throats of the citizens of Snezhnaya, the bitter cold would seep into the warmest homes and it was not the time for the Fatui to war with Teyvat’s strongest military. They were already struggling politically with the old-blood aristocracy breathing down their necks and with the support of the masses, there wasn’t much that the Fatui could do to press back until they were in a better position, even with the support of the Tsaritsa herself. 

Dottore pinched the bridge of his nose, the meeting was hours from beginning and he could already feel the incoming headache. He had no interest in Snezhnayan politics, he had no interest in what was to be done about the empty seats amongst the Harbingers. All he wanted to do was continue his research--the Delta segment would be returning from Sumeru at some point tomorrow to give him an update on the Irminsul project and his input was needed before Delta or any of the other older segments took any further steps. 

He let out a heavy breath as he rose back to his feet, intent on changing out of his clothes and into something more comfortable before he finally laid down to rest for the night. As he rose, he felt something soft, feather-light even, brushing against his thumb. Without thinking, he reached for a handkerchief folded tidily on the edge of his bedside dresser.

He wiped off his hands without even bothering to look, figuring that it was just the remnants of the material he was working with down in his lab but as he crossed the room to his wardrobe, that strange, weightless feeling against his thumb remained. 

Dottore’s eyes finally drew down to his right hand, curiosity getting the best of him, as always. And he stared, for a second and then two before a laugh bubbled in his chest, begging to be released. 

Not for the first time, he thought that the gods had a sick and twisted sense of humor because wrapped neatly around his thumb was that thin, red thread that supposedly tied him to his soulmate, over four hundred and fifty years late. 

He thought it was strange how everything around him moved on as normal as if his whole world hadn’t been shattered in a matter of five seconds the night before. He wasn’t able to sleep after noticing the thread and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to look for the soulmark that was undoubtedly branded somewhere on his body. 

He felt weak. Mortal, again. He hated it. 

“Then we wait,” Sandrone said dryly, her sharp voice drawing Dottore back into the conversation. His eyes left the red thread for the first time since he arrived at the meeting, flickering up to where the woman was resting in a chair, a large automaton standing behind her. “Why give a seat to someone unworthy? We’ll wait until two have proven their strength and they can-”

“And how long will that take?” Scaramouche’s voice was cold and grating as he interrupted Sandrone and Dottore’s lips thinned, realizing the inevitable argument between the Sixth and the Seventh was about to begin. 

“However long it takes,” Sandrone responded, voice little over a hiss, blue eyes flinty.

“Ah, yes, yet another a bright idea from the Seventh. Let’s just leave the spots empty when enemies are on our doorstep, show even more weakness,” Scaramouche scoffed, not even bothering to hide the way he rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. 

“If you have a better idea, Balladeer, please, speak up with it,” Sandrone replied. “I’d love to…”

The thread was vibrating. 

Dottore’s gaze flickered down beneath his mask to where his hands were resting on the ebony table, tuning out the conversation around him as he focused on the red string. He could barely feel it, much less see the little vibrations, but he was hyper-focused on it now. It was uneven thrums, as if someone was flicking the thread over and over again--they were getting faster, more impatient, and Dottore couldn’t help but think back to his childhood, when he was five years old and would watch other kids his age laying in the grass snapping their string incessantly, waiting for a responding snap from their soulmate. 

His eyes flickered to the wide windows on the far side of the room, the blizzard still raged outside but he could see the sun rising in the distance. 

So, you’re finally awake, he thought to himself, gaze drawing back to his thumb as the thrums got more and more insistent. A child. His soulmate was a child right now--excited at waking up to the appearance of the thread, hoping that their soulmate was just as excited as they were. Dottore had, for a long time, believed that his heart had gone cold and dead and he did not like the ache he felt in his empty chest. 

A weakness. Just like that, he was brought down to the level of man. 

Soulmates were blinding, they caused people to act with their heart and not their head. Dottore prided himself on being a man that removed his heart from decision making. He put nothing above furthering his research--no morals, no virtues, no principles came before his success and he could not allow this to change anything. 

He had gone this long without a soulmate, he didn’t need one now. 

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off the vibrating thread no matter how hard he tried. He could hear the conversation continuing around him but it sounded like a distant buzz--nothing could break his concentration on the thread, not even himself, and before he knew what he was doing, he was lifting his pointer finger and flicking it down, right on the string. 

He inhaled as discreetly as he could once he realized what he had done, straightening in his seat. The vibrations from the opposite end had stopped instantly, and then all at once: one, two, three, four flicks. 

Excitement, but all Dottore could feel was dread sinking in his stomach.

He could feel a pair of eyes on him. Dottore forced his gaze up to where the Tenth was sitting across from him, green eyes trained on his hand. Dottore’s lips flattened. Did he know? How would he know? But even with the mask adorning his face, the Tenth must have felt Dottore’s livid glare, looking up with a sheepish smile as he motioned to his own hand, his pointer finger, as if he was trying to show Dottore what he was looking at. 

Dottore’s ring.

Of course, Dottore thought to himself dryly. He should have expected nothing less from the avaricious man.

Brighella had been brought in by Arlecchino--the Knave had spoken highly of the man’s intelligence and fighting ability, but so far all Dottore had seen from the Tenth Harbinger was a greed for wealth and alcohol. Dottore thought the man was more deserving of the title Jester than Pierro was, because all he was good for was his unintentional drunken entertainment during events. 

Dottore let his gaze drop back to his hands, where the vibrating had finally stopped--seemingly pleased with finally getting a response from him--and Dottore couldn’t push away the emotions clawing at him from every angle. 

He hated it. 

He was good at compartmentalizing all of his feelings, pushing away all of the unwelcome ones and storing them in little corners until they finally dissipated but he couldn’t this time. They were too intense and Dottore felt overwhelmed. It had barely been half a day and he was already rattled by the new circumstances--rattled enough that he was struggling to keep himself composed internally. 

Anxiety and dread were paramount, yes, but there was also pity. 

The people of his old village had convinced him that he was cursed but he knew now that he was not the cursed one--it was the one that shared a mark with him instead. 

Delta had arrived. Dottore could feel him approaching the palace, battling his way through the blizzard. He was not alone, he could feel another presence at his side--another segment--and he had a feeling he knew exactly which one it was and he was not pleased. 

His movements were sharp as he put away the materials that he was using, annoyed at Delta and his inability to say no to the younger segments. For as stubborn and prideful the older segment was, all it took was a few whines from the Iota or Kappa segment and he was rolling over doing whatever they asked. 

Dottore did not know how having a soulmate would affect the segments. He just knew it would be a distraction that they could not afford.

Would they have a mark? Dottore didn’t even know if he had a mark. He had yet to step in front of a mirror and look--it would make it too real, as if the damning thread wasn’t real enough. 

Would they be able to see the thread? Would they have their own? Dottore hoped not. He did not want them to know--not yet, at least. 

Dottore exhaled, safely storing the final vial in a cabinet too high for the Iota segment to reach and knock down just as the door to his lab was flung open harshly, shaking the cabinets closest to the door. He raised his eyebrows, turning on his heel to face the two arrivals. 

Both segments were bundled in layers, cloaks drenched with water and furred hoods littered with snowflakes. The Delta segment was frowning, eyeing the room suspiciously, and the Iota segment was bouncing at his side, head whipping back and forth as he looked around the room--his first time in Dottore’s personal lab.

Something that Dottore had tried to keep on purpose. The last segment he wanted in his lab was the Iota segment--he was the clumsiest segment, one of the two segments with absolutely no sense of self-control, letting his curiosity get the best of him even in the worst situations. He was created in the mindset of his ten year old self, right after he had been cast out from his village. Dottore had thought that he could use Iota to see the Aranara of Vanarana but evidently, Iota no longer had that childlike innocence that allowed children to see the Aranara… which Dottore should have expected considering the circumstances after which he was created.

“You’re late,” Dottore said dryly, wiping his hands with a towel as he stepped out from behind the lab table he was working at. 

“Yes,” Delta responded, voice just as dry. “There’s a bit of a blizzard outside, if you didn’t notice.”

Dottore raised his eyebrows at the snark and Delta, the most quarrelsome of the segments--except maybe Theta--only raised his eyebrows right back. Dottore’s eyes narrowed, annoyance worming its way onto his expression at the blatant disrespect. He had half a mind to remind him what exactly happened to the last segment that pushed him too far but instead, he was forced to move forward, right hand curling around Iota’s wrist just as the boy reached for some of Dottore’s notes. 

“Do not start,” Dottore said sharply--perhaps he should have watched his tone, Iota was always the most sensitive when it came to tone and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a hysterical child. 

… but Iota didn’t react to his tone. Instead, his eyes were wide and wondrous as he stared at Dottore’s hand. His right hand. Specifically, his right thumb. 

Dottore’s stomach dropped, he released Iota’s wrist in an instant, stepping away, but Iota was persistent, darting forward to grab Dottore’s wrist now, reaching to grab the red string but his hand went right through it. 

“What is that?” Delta asked, voice quiet and sharp. 

So they could see his thread, but Dottore could safely assume that they did not have their own. 

“Is it real?” Iota was still trying to grab the string--undoubtedly to tug at it just to feel the responding tug from their soulmate, just as he had felt from the opposite end this morning. 

“It is real,” Dottore wasn’t even sure if he believed the words himself but logically, he had no reason to think otherwise. “It appeared last night.”

The reaction was almost instantaneous--Delta’s eyes shot open and Iota was wailing, clutching at Dottore’s waist, letting out incoherent babbles of how he knew that they had a soulmate, and how he knew that they weren’t damned or soulless, and how Kappa and Gamma would be-

“Do not tell them,” Dottore said sharply and Iota sobered up immediately, bottom lip wobbly and red eyes teary as he peered up at Dottore, questioning. “This is to stay between us for now, do you understand?”

“But Kappa-” Iota sniffled, confused, “and the others, they’ll be-”

“Do you understand?” Dottore asked again, gaze heavy as he waited for a response from both of his segments. “We do not need any new distractions, we’re finally making progress on our projects.”

Iota looked as if he had been physically slapped, brows knit together and biting his bottom lip as he looked between Delta and Dottore, as if expecting Delta to argue with Dottore. Dottore kept his expression steady, challenging, waiting for Delta to say something. Delta was argumentative but unlike Theta, he was not stupid. He knew when to pick fights and when to back off.

Delta was searching Dottore’s face for something, and Dottore made sure to keep his face blank. “You really don’t care?” Delta finally asked.

Dottore didn’t respond, partially because even as Delta asked the question, there was another soft tug at the red thread wrapped around his thumb. He forced himself not to look down at it, ignoring it this time. He did not care, and even if he did, he would force himself not to, just like he did a million times before when he forced himself to not care that he didn’t have a soulmate. 

It was better for him, and it was better for the child on the opposite end of the string--who would grow up expecting their perfect match and be met with him.

“You were called back to report on the Irminsul project,” Dottore, a master of deflection, changed the subject rather than responding. Delta scoffed. “So, sit down and report. Enough of this nonsense. This is exactly why the other segments will not know.”

The anxiety, and the dread, and the pity was gone. It was replaced by anger. 

Dottore was sick and tired of the gods fucking around with him.

Dottore stood in front of the mirror, lips thin and mask removed as he considered searching for the soulmark that was bound to be branded somewhere on his skin. It had been a long, long time since he had last searched his body for one. He had stopped after he had been cast out from the Akademiya--having given up on acceptance of any kind, be it from strangers or finally receiving his soulmate. He didn’t even want to look now but curiosity had always been his fatal flaw. 

What did it look like? Where was it placed? His body was artificial, would there even be a soulmark?

Slowly and meticulously, he removed his shirt, scanning his torso and arms for any sign of the mark. He didn’t know what to look for--as far as he was aware, people’s marks could look like anything. The majority of people had some sort of symbol, be it a flower or animal or even some sort of item that’s a shared interest of the duo. 

Dottore had no idea what he might share with his soulmate. 

Methodologically, he turned over each arm--just as his parents would do when they were frantically searching him for a mark when he was a child. 

Nothing. 

Dottore stared at himself in the mirror, the scars that littered his body and face were stark in comparison to the rest of the fair skin. He shook his head as he finally turned around, back facing the mirror. He twisted his neck, looking over his shoulder to scan his back, gaze crawling up from his waistband until it reached his shoulders. 

Dottore inhaled sharply, red eyes widening just a bit as he caught sight of the mark branded right between his shoulder blades--a small cluster of purple flowers spread out on his skin. 

Heliotropes, he recognized and Dottore didn’t know if he should roll his eyes or laugh at the irony. Symbol of eternal devotion… poisonous to humans. 

Of course. 

Dottore thought that should be enough of a sign to end this before it weakened him even further--nip the issue in the bud before it could become detrimental. He had never actually seen someone cut their thread before but there were old wives’ tales about it and if anyone could figure out how to do it, it would be him. 

For his sake, and for whoever was on the opposite end.

… and then there was a little tug at the string--once, then twice, and then a third time. 

The moon was high in the sky now. Night had long fallen. He wondered if this was meant to be a goodnight. 

Dottore sighed as he stepped away from the mirror, sitting down at the edge of his bed, leaving the goodnight unanswered as he contemplated what he should do. His gaze shifted back to the window as a branch rattled the glass. 

Dottore hated the winter. Time and time again, it proved to be the worst months of his life… but a part of him--deep, deep down--wondered if this was all too bad because as he watched the ice creep up the frame of the window, this time with the phantom vibrations of his soulmate flicking at the string, it was with a bit more fondness than there was the night before.

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, dottore's past includes webtoon mindset.

notes: okay y'all i know I gave u a choice over what u want to see int he next chapter but free choice is only an illusion & mother knows best & I took ur wants into consideration & decided against it bc I had a rlly great idea that can only be implemented in this chapter bc there would be no other opportunities for it later on. but im rlly happy w how some of these scenes came out so hopefully u guys are too.

RISE OF A KING, FALL OF A QUEEN

This again. 

You wanted to frown as you found yourself in a large room akin to a chamber with a tall, dome-like ceiling and marble pillars that stretched the height of the room. You were sat in a chair, wooden and creaky, and you could feel the cold shackles wrapped around your ankles without even looking down to see them for yourself. 

There were six figures sitting before you, each on large seats that reminded you of Chief Justice Neuvillette’s back in the Fontaine courthouse. Even the air was similar--damp and heavy, it made your skin crawl.

He was on trial, you put together quickly, but for what? And… where?

There wasn’t much in your line of sight besides the six people sitting in front of you. No, that’s not right. You could see a few more figures from the corner of your eye--they were armed with swords and polearms, tense and ready to act. They wore uniforms of some kind but you couldn’t make out what they were from, you didn’t recognize them. 

“Three hundred years,” one of the men in the six seats spat out. “It’s been three hundred years since the sages have had to gather for a situation like this. This should have been handled before it escalated to this, Sayid. He no longer brings shame just on the Kshahrewar Darshan, now he brings it upon all of us. This has gone too far.”

Sages, Darshan, this was the Akademiya. These were the Great Sages. The people lining the wall were the Matra.

“Attempting the forbidden, interfering with natural evolution, delving beyond the universe--three sins that he has committed and somehow this is still a discussion,” another voice--a woman this time--added on.

You thought that he should have felt anxious, upset, or even offended by the accusations but you could feel nothing. No tug at your heart, no feeling of your stomach dropping, just a cold and empty void where there should have been emotions. 

“It is a discussion because there’s not yet any proof of the sins having been committed,” a tight, male voice rebutted. “What say you, Zandik? Will you defend yourself or just sit there silently?”

Zandik. That was his name--only now you could remember, though it felt as if you had never even forgotten it.

Your lips moved as he responded, voice apathetic and dismissive: “There’s nothing to say… as you said, there is no proof of sins that I have to defend myself from.” His lips pulled up into a thin smile as he spoke, one that unnerved you and you couldn’t even see it. From the expressions on some of the people sitting in front of you, they were just as unnerved as you were.

“He doesn’t even care, Sayid,” the first man hissed. “He won’t even address the accusations laid against him.”

“Sins are not the issue at hand,” a new voice spoke up, voice low and heavy. “We are here to discuss what happened to my Dastur in the Apam Woods.”

Finally, a reaction from Zandik. He raised his chin in response to their words, a feigned attempt at confidence but you could feel the discomfort that began to stir within him--the unease. Somehow you knew that whatever he had been told he was called here for, this had not been it. They had caught him off guard.

“What is there to discuss about that?” Zandik asked. His voice sounded the same as it did before--indifferent, perfunctory--but you could feel the way his heart was beating just a fraction faster than it had been before, you could feel the way his shoulders had stiffened. “It was an unfortunate encounter with a group of Rishboland Tigers. Tragic and should have been avoidable but one of the other trainees had forgotten to set up incense to ward them off.”

“Yes,” one of the men agreed with him, “so the official report says.”

You felt restless as if you wanted to bolt from the room and hide… or he did, for the most part, but some of it was your own. You had attended enough court sessions at Fontaine’s court to know exactly what your soulmate was being accused of… and you had seen enough guilty defendants to know that the accusations were likely not far off from correct. 

Did he…?

“Yes,” Zandik agreed slowly, “because that is what happened.”

“Is it?” The man who initially changed the topic questioned. “The coroner has released to us the official report of Dastur Sohreh’s death. There were multiple trauma wounds… lacerations and contusions on internal organs… hemorrhage… but the fatal injury was a wound on the throat--a fractured hyoid bone caused by strangulation. You were the last person seen with Dastur Sohreh, were you not, trainee?” 

“Sharnama,” a woman’s voice warned but the man only held up his hand, silencing her, waiting for Zandik to respond. 

Zandik did not respond. You could feel the way he was scrambling for an answer, an explanation. You could feel how his heart was racing, how his body was tense. You could feel his anxiety and the realization dawning on him and it all made you sick to your stomach. 

What did you do? You wanted to scream at him. Why did you do it?

As if they could hear your questions, the man continued. “Dastur Sohreh reported to me several acts of insubordination while you were under her tutelage--three times in which you acted without her authorization and brought risks upon the investigation team and an encounter with a ruin hunter in which you insisted on bringing the machinery back to the Akademiya to be disassembled and reverse-engineered, which I personally had to reprimand you for and had you removed from the author list of the investigation’s research paper. When did that happen in regard to Dastur Sohreh’s death, trainee?”

“A week,” the words were frigid and biting as Zandik finally spoke up. “It happened a week before her death.”

“Yes,” he drawled, “that was it.”

“I had nothing to do with her death,” Zandik said. 

You thought you had gotten good at being able to tell whether or not people were lying. You spent three days a week in the court audience watching trials but you were in your soulmate’s body and you could not tell whether he was lying or telling the truth about murdering someone. His heart was racing and there was a twitch in the corner of his lip--the telltale signs of a lie but they could just as easily be a result of the anxiety stemming from being accused of murder. 

(You wondered, distantly, if you were just making excuses so you didn’t have to face the reality that had so suddenly been thrown at you. You had enough experience in court to differentiate the guilty from the innocent.)

“I suppose we have no way of proving that… so you are not at threat of imprisonment,” was his only response but Zandik was not at ease by those words, as if he knew exactly what was coming next. “But with reasonable suspicion of your involvement on top of the allegations regarding your research violating three sins provides grounds for expulsion… assuming it is a unanimous decision.”

It was a question cast to the other five seated in front of Zandik. You noted how Zandik seemed more anxious at the prospect of expulsion than he did at being accused of murder and you weren’t entirely sure how to feel about that. 

“Sharnama,” the only woman amongst the six spoke again, “you mean to make us the first council of sages to expel a student in centuries. The last time-”

“He murdered my Dastur, Anisa,” Sharnama snapped in response.

“I did not-” Zandik’s voice rose, harsh in defense of himself but he was cut off sharply.

“Enough from you, you had your chance to defend yourself,” Sharnama said, tone laced with venom.

“Sharnama is harsh but… the trainee has had a reputation since his time as a student,” one of the other men agreed after a few moments of silence. “His methods and theories… his interest in Khaenri’ahn machinery… It makes people uncomfortable.”

“Discomfort is not grounds for expulsion, Isami, but regardless, we cannot just dismiss all of these allegations. Should any of them prove to be true and it comes out that we knew and did nothing about it…”

“It would tarnish the integrity of the Akademiya,” the woman, Anisa, agreed quietly. “Sayid, Khalil?”

“This should have been handled when the accusations of him infringing upon the laws and rules our predecessors set up first came about,” one of the men said and you could feel Zandik’s throat spasm as he swallowed, panic beginning to set in. 

“... Sayid?” Anisa pressed after a few moments of silence.

And you could feel it. You could feel that small, minuscule bud of hope begin to bloom deep in Zandik’s chest as he shifted a wild gaze over to the sage called Sayid. You had a decent understanding of the structure of Sumeru’s Akademiya after having looked into it because of your suspicions about your soulmate, you supposed this man was the sage of whatever Darshan Zandik was a part of--Kshahrewar, you remembered one of the other men mentioning before.

Zandik trusted Sayid to defend him, you could feel it and you could feel the way his face fell and the way his stomach dropped when Sayid looked away from him, as good an answer as damning him aloud as Sharnama took his silence as agreement, waving his hand for the matra to take him.

You didn’t think Zandik even registered what had happened until rough hands were forcing him to his feet, starting to drag him from the room, and then, finally, the rage hit--bitter and deep, overwhelming. 

“Over rumors and false allegations,” Zandik spat out, hatred dripping from every word. “You’ll expel me for that?”

He got no response besides the harsh words of one of the matra urging him along but he struggled against them with every step, even with fingers digging deep into his biceps, bruising his skin, he was undeterred.

“You sages can’t even fall in line with the very virtues you set out to preserve,” he seethed, “and the sins that you deem so treacherous are just an excuse to chain anyone whose convictions do not fit your standards because you fear that a change in our way of thinking will displace your power.”

You had never felt anything like this before. This feral fury that had your blood on fire and your brain melting of coherent thought--uncontrollable and unquenchable, a type of bloodlust that shook you to your core and scared you because you could feel yourself angry too and you weren’t sure if it were remnants of Zandik’s rage spilling to you or not and you hated how you were being so influenced by his emotions that you couldn’t tell what was his and what was yours anymore.

“You’re going to regret this,” Zandik shouted as the matra pulled him through the doors of the chamber. His words, the sages’ words, they all echoed in your head over and over again--all of the accusations, his reactions, and you wondered what it meant and how much of it was true and you wondered who he was not for the first time and certainly not the last. “You’re going to regret this!”

He didn’t even bother to try the tricks he attempted last time--searching for something to read, yelling, blinking, he knew none of it would work and he wasn’t the type of person to make the same mistake twice. 

The room he was in--she was in--was large and enclosed with an overwhelmingly sweet and sickly flowery scent that made his stomach churn. He had always hated floral scents and this was beyond anything he had ever smelt before. 

And there were too many people. There were too many goddamn people. They were packed in seats before where his soulmate was sitting, they were lined up around the room as if they were waiting to do something, there were so many that the line was even pushed out two double doors, flowing into the hall.

What was going on? 

Dottore couldn’t tell. His soulmate was facing the crowd of people--there was something behind her, he could tell that much. He couldn’t see any flowers so he assumed that whatever that scent was, was coming from behind her. 

There was a man standing next to her--an older one with a cold, unfriendly expression and thick build. He watched as a woman approached the older man, disgust curling in his gut at the snot-faced expression painting her face, wide teary eyes and trembling lips as she reached for the man’s hand. Dottore wanted to step away, draw back and leave before the woman could set her eyes on him but alas, he was not in control of his body--her body--again. 

The more he thought about it, the more odd this was. The last time he had witnessed her past through dreams, her emotions had been loud and intense, deafening. It had him spiraling because he couldn’t understand what he was feeling and he couldn’t tell if he was feeling it or if it was her.

Now, it was empty. There was no joy, no anxiety, no fear or sadness; just a cool void, reminiscent of how the past week and a half of silence from her had felt. Dottore wondered if that was why Celestia was forcing him to sit through another sequence of dreams--punishment for trying to push her away.

Succeeding in pushing her away, he corrected silently, there was an odd pit in his stomach at the thought. He should be happy, he had been worried that not even a direct strike against her persistence would deter her but he had found success in the first attempt. 

It was what he wanted. He no longer had to deal with the frequent tugs on the thread. He no longer had to deal with the fluctuating emotions. He no longer had to deal with the good mornings and goodnights and the incessant questions. 

The past week had been the most peaceful and productive he’s had ever since that damned string appeared and yet somehow, he was not happy. 

It was what he wanted, he repeated but a part of him felt as if he might be trying to convince himself of it.

Around him, people were talking. He could see their lips moving and he could hear the words leaving their lips but they were unintelligible and garbled, it sounded as if they were underwater and only speaking half a word at a time, combining them to create words that didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t read their lips, no matter how hard he tried, it just looked as if they were speaking a foreign language. 

The woman who had been talking to the older man now turned to his soulmate. Instantly, dread was rocketing through him--he knew what was about to happen and there was simply nothing that he could do about it. 

Thin arms wrapped around her, tighter than he thought it would be and he wondered, hatefully, if his soulmate was some agent of Celestia sent to make his life a living hell. Three times now, he was forced to experience something through her that made his skin crawl. First, he was tossed around through that winter storm because she made stupid decisions. Then he was slapped. And now, there was a woman clinging to him, sobbing and speaking words that he couldn’t even understand and all he could do was stand there and let it happen because that’s what she was doing.

It took far too long for another woman to come along and drag her off. Dottore was livid, if he looked to the side, he was sure he would see snot on his soulmate’s shoulder and he could still feel bony arms digging into her sides.

He wasn’t sure how long she stood there. It felt like an eternity and only a few seconds somehow at the same time. People were passing by her in slow motion but they were gone in an instant. Dottore was distinctly unsettled, it felt like someone was fucking with his head, forcing him to perceive things wrongly. 

Eventually, his soulmate was approached by someone new--a younger man with dark hair and purple-red eyes. He ignored the older man to her side, everyone else had stopped at him first and then moved to her but he had beelined right to her. 

Something didn’t sit right in his stomach about that.

Dottore braced himself as best as he could as the other man reached out to grab his soulmate but instead of pulling her into a hug, he only grabbed her forearms, leaning his head down to say something that Dottore couldn’t understand again. 

He was undeterred by her lack of reaction, trying again and again and again. Dottore had half a mind to bash his head in and tell him to leave, fed up by this whole situation. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to escape this. When he thought he finally succeeded, he was dragged right back in by Celestia and their fucked up games. 

Then, at last, Dottore could hear again. His soulmate was snapped out of whatever daze she had been in and noise exploded around him: scraping of chairs against the ground, mindless chatter, a violin muted in the background, slow and mournful. 

A funeral. 

For who? 

It had to be someone close to his soulmate from how they were all approaching her and suddenly, he was reminded of that night all of those years ago during the event where Pantalone was being officially promoted to Harbinger. Father, branded right on his forearm. He had yet to get a look at his soulmate through a reflection--he wondered if this was the funeral.

Most of the chatter was sympathetic, talking about the deceased and reminiscing old times… but not all of it was. He could hear whispers of men talking about what this could mean for the stability of the court, eyeing up the new opportunities that came with this death, some sounded excited rather than melancholic, like hyenas feasting on one of their own.

“There you are,” the young man in front of her said with a small smile that made Dottore frown. “Ignore all of them, they did the same thing when my grandfather died. Came to the funeral under the guise of mourning just so they could see if there was any instability for them to leech on. There wasn’t then and there isn’t now.”

“There isn’t?” his soulmate spoke for the first time--her voice was hoarse and empty, the only sort of emotion was a dull sense of doubt. “All they talk about is how I’m too weak to take over for my grandfather. They say a woman is unfit to be warden.”

“If they saw the way you could work your family’s-” he began loudly.

“Wriothesley,” the older man standing next to his soulmate said, a warning written all over his face.

“Sorry,” Wriothesley said, looking away.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” his soulmate said after a few moments of silence, voice quiet. “The instability is right in front of everyone’s faces. They can all see that they’re not here, Wrio.” 

Wrio, Dottore thought to himself spitefully once he heard the nickname.

Wriothesley looked irritated at her words, glancing once at the older man again before speaking back up, “They didn’t show up at all? Your mother? Siblings? To your father’s funeral?”

There it was. Finally, a bit of emotion from her. She was hurt at his words, he could feel something pinching at his chest, a dark and unwelcome feeling but for some reason, it made him feel a bit more at ease after the past week of silence.

“They were busy,” she said quietly but Dottore could tell that she didn’t even believe the words herself. Neither did Wriothesley, if the expression on his face had anything to say about it. “They were, Wrio.”

Dottore wanted to roll his eyes once he heard the nickname again but instead, he distracted himself with what she had said. He thought back to the previous dreams he had of her past--being left behind by her mother and stepfather while they went to town, the argument with her mother and the slap… somehow, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had chosen not to go. 

Wriothesley scoffed loudly, loud enough to draw the attention of some of the other attendees. “They’re despicable,” he spat out. “Especially that skeevy, rat-faced-”

“Come, Wriothesley,” a middle-aged man who looked just like the younger man said sharply, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence. “This is not the place for this topic. You can speak to your betrothed another time.”

Dottore blanched. 

Betrothed?

Blood. 

That was the first thing you noticed. The thick, nasty scent of iron was all around you--around him, whatever. It was disgusting, overwhelming. You wanted to throw up, you thought that if you were in your own body, you might’ve passed out but you were in his, Zandik’s, and he was totally unbothered by the smell. 

Something was wrong with your eyes--that was the second thing you noticed. You had no peripheral vision, the only thing you could see was his hands resting on the lab table in front of you, fresh and dry blood staining his skin, dripping to the floor below. 

He was angry, the third thing you noticed. You could feel the rage curling in his gut; his nails digging into the table, grinding against the metal. You couldn’t figure out what he was angry about and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know because you had a distinct feeling that it had something to do with the blood on his hands and the lab table.

Zandik finally moved, an awful scraping sound meeting your ears as his nails dragged against the metal when he pushed off the table. He paced up and down the length of the room, muttering to himself. 

“Everything was right.”

“What went wrong?”

“-was supposed to work, don’t under-”

As he turned, you could see something--some sort of machine laying across the lab table that hadn’t been in your line of sight before. You wondered if these were ruin guards that he talked about so much. There was something pooling around it; from the distance you were at, you thought it might be oil but Zandik turned on his heel to move closer to it and a sinking feeling formed in your stomach when you realized that it was not oil, instead it was a massive puddle of blood surrounding the machine.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself as Zandik stood in front of the machine, taking one of its arms in his hand. The metal somehow felt cool and hot at the same time, uncomfortable to the touch. You wanted to let go of it, there was blood coating the metal and staining his hands even more, but Zandik’s grip was tight around it.

Why was a machine bleeding? You were sick at the thought, hoards of horrible possibilities running through your head but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on any of them.

Zandik sighed, annoyed, jerking away from the machine again to pace. His head shook back and forth in a rough manner that started to give you a headache, he did it over and over and over again and you wanted to scream at him to stop. 

“This was supposed to work, Grand Sage,” he said, clicking his tongue sharply once, then twice, and then a third time. “This was supposed to work. I did everything right. Why aren’t you working?” 

Is he talking to-

Zandik marched right back toward the machine, much to your displeasure. The longer he stared at the automaton, the more uncomfortable you felt. You could tell that it had been modified in several places, disassembled and put back together but it almost looked as if… he had put something inside it? 

“Why aren’t you working, Grand Sage?” he repeated, humming to himself irritably as he tapped his fingers against the metal. “I even went out to fetch you a new core, you’ve always been so damn ungrateful, haven’t you? Everything I did for your Darshan and you still turned your back on me. Ungrateful, even when I’m trying to make you greater than man.”

-to the machine?

You wanted to wake up, you didn’t want to see whatever this dream was showing you. You wondered if it was some cruel joke the gods were playing on you by showing you this. Or maybe they were trying to help you, you considered. He had made his opinion on you clear and yet every day you were still tempted to reach out to him, maybe they were trying to help you move past him.

“Is this what you plan to do with yourself?” a low, unfamiliar voice spoke up suddenly from the opposite end of the room. 

Zandik was startled, heart racing and head whipping to the side as he snapped his fingers together. Instantly, there was a loud whirring machine coming from behind him, metal scraping against metal--the sound of an automaton coming to life. His gaze focused on a figure stepping out from the shadows of the corner of the room, tall with graying hair and a mask that covered the entire right half of his face.

“Who are you?” Zandik demanded harshly and finally, you caught sight of him through the reflection of a metal cabinet. Red eyes stared back at you through a mask that covered three-quarters of his face and short silvery blue hair that had blood dripping from the tips of his curls. “Who are you?”

“So much potential wasting away in this poor excuse of a lab,” the man continued, undeterred by Zandik’s hostility. An eerie feeling swept over you--you weren’t sure if it was you or Zandik becoming unnerved by the man, maybe it was both of you. “Don’t you want something more?”

“What are you talking about?” Zandik asked sharply, a scalpel clutched tight in his fist--somehow, you knew that it was no match for the man standing before him and you had a feeling that he knew that too. “Did the Akademiya send you? Who are you?”

“I came after hearing rumors of an expelled student performing heretical acts… So far I’m unimpressed.”

The anger that spread through him was like wildfire, consuming all rationality and any other emotion he might’ve felt. In an instant, the automaton that had awakened behind him was moving, launching across the room at a pace that had you reeling, blades slashing outward but then at once, it stopped. A cold silence took over the room, Zandik’s brows furrowed and his lips turned down as the automaton came to a stop, shutting down right before his eyes. 

“Interesting enhancements… but unchanged at its core, meant to be operated by those that created them, not a follower of the gods.”

“I am not a follower of the gods,” Zandik spat out violently, stepping forward before he paused as if reconsidering the man’s statement. “Meant to be operated… you?”

“Yes,” he responded, ignoring Zandik’s entire change of demeanor at his words. You thought you might feel even more unnerved now, at the excited feeling bubbling inside Zandik as he stared at the man, waiting for him to continue. “What are your goals, outcast?” 

Zandik frowned. “That’s not my name-” he began but was interrupted.

“If I cared for your name, I would have learned it. If you prove yourself useful, you will be given a new identity anyway,” he told Zandik. “Now answer me, outcast, what are your goals?”

Zandik didn’t answer for a moment, staring at him, but then he glanced back at the automaton still laying on the lab table, the pool of blood beneath it now larger. Luckily, his gaze didn’t linger on it for long. 

“I’m going to enhance humans so that we can rival gods,” Zandik said, raising his chin to focus his eyes back on the man. “What do you mean? Prove yourself useful? To whom? You?”

“Lofty goals,” was all he received as a response. Zandik bristled. “How do you plan to do that? With what resources?”

Zandik opened his mouth to respond but no words left his lips. Finally, he pushed out, “I’m making progress just fine.”

“Yes,” the man said dryly, his visible eye drifting over to the mess behind Zandik. “I can see that…”

You didn’t think you liked where this was heading. Zandik was still suspicious but now he was intrigued, ready to listen to this man and whatever he had to say, and you had a feeling that this man would bring nothing good.

“I can provide you with resources,” he offered. “Funding, rare materials… new test subjects. All of the finest and as much as you need.”

“What do you want in return?” Zandik asked.

“There is a war coming,” he responded cryptically, “and you are going to help prepare us for it.”

“A war?” Zandik asked, baffled. “A war against who?”

But you knew. 

You knew. 

It was the same war that had the Hydro Archon’s paranoia escalating. The war that forced you to hide your soulmark and thread your entire life, that had you looked down on and whispered about because you had to tell people you had no soulmate. The war led by the same organization that had sent your stepfather to Fontaine as an infiltrator, the man who had killed your father and ruined your life. 

At once, all of your nightmares and all of your worst fears came true. 

“A war against the gods.”

Betrothed?

Dottore was appalled, reeling at the knowledge that was just forced onto him. The scene shifted, Dottore was now in a smaller room kneeling in front of a woman that he recognized from the first dream he had of his soulmate but he couldn’t even focus on the situation at hand.

Betrothed?? 

Since when had she been betrothed? Dottore thought that would have been one of things that she mentioned when she was rambling on about her days at night. He thought it might’ve been something that was at least hinted at when she couldn’t control what words were being sent to him. 

“I have to leave, mother,” Dottore’s lips were moving as she spoke but quite frankly, he didn’t give a shit about whatever conversation she was having with her mother. The lack of emotions she was feeling left a vacuum that allowed his feelings to spiral and he was having trouble trying to keep control of them. 

He couldn’t even tell what the emotions rattling him were. He thought that he had become better at pinpointing emotions ever since he was forced to deal with hers but this was foreign--green and ugly, beyond just anger or sadness, stronger than anything he’s felt in centuries.

“You do not have to leave, you’re choosing to.”

Dottore thought he might feel insulted--disrespected, even, being given a soulmate only for them to be married off to someone else. Another cruel joke played by the gods to spite him, a cruel joke played by her to spite him. He wondered if this was her getting back at him for never responding to those goodnight tugs she always used to do: talking to him, trying to get him to fall for her trap and respond, only for her to be with someone else. 

“I do, I have to go. There’s something I have to do.”

He shouldn’t feel insulted, or disrespected. He shouldn’t care at all whether or not his soulmate was betrothed to someone else. He never planned on speaking to her. He never planned on meeting her. And he absolutely never planned to do anything about the bond forced on him by Celestia. In fact, this should make him feel better. It meant that there was less of a chance for her to reach out to him again if she was in a relationship with someone else. 

It freed him of her. This should be a good thing for him, so why was he so angry?

“You won’t even tell me where you’re going,” her mother snapped. “Best not be to the north, there’s only so much more I can defend you from peoples’ suspicions. They’re starting to ask questions.”

But it was not a matter of whether or not he should or shouldn’t care. It was the sheer audacity she had to keep reaching out to him when she was set to marry, or even has married someone else at this point. She was trying to play games with him and if there was one thing that Dottore couldn’t stand, it was someone trying to play games with him--be it the gods, other Harbingers, or some random girl that Celestia decided to tie him to. 

“It doesn’t matter where-”

“Of course, it matters,” the mother said, fingers digging into his soulmate’s forearms. “What am I to tell Her Excellency when she asks about where you went off to? The last thing our family needs is the speculation that would come along with people thinking you went off to Snezhnaya.” 

Finally, he felt something from her--something sharp and jagged tugging at her chest that drew him from his thoughts, an emotion he had become acquainted with through her intimately over the past few years: sadness, disappointment.

“Wow,” she said dryly, “that’s what you’re worried about. Suspicions against your family. Not whether or not I might be going somewhere dangerous.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” her mother said, livid. “Of course, I care about whether or not you’re going somewhere dangerous. I’m your mother.”

“I’m not going to argue with you,” his soulmate said after a moment, rising to her feet and pulling her arms from her mother’s grip. “You can tell the Hydro Archon I’ve left for Mondstadt.”

“Is that where you’re actually going?” her mother rose to her feet after her, taking a step forward, but his soulmate did not respond. Her mother’s face fell. “You’re going north, aren’t you?” 

Dottore finally focused on the situation at hand. North? But the only thing north of Fontaine was-

“Aren’t you?” her mother demanded. “You’re going to Snezhnaya? Why are you going there? To find him?”

Him. She must be referring to Dottore. But why would his soulmate come looking for him if she had…?

“I didn’t say that,” his soulmate shook her head, looking away out toward the window. It was a dreary day, dark clouds hanging low and rain sprinkling down to the streets below. “I told you to tell the Hydro Archon I’m going to Mondstadt.”

“Why are you going there? Why? Answer me,” her mother’s voice rose, eyes tearing up as she stepped closer to his soulmate. She stepped back, freezing her mother in place.

“Have you ever communicated with your soulmate through thoughts? The words that show up on your forearm?” she finally asked, tone harsh and accusing, a sudden change of subject.

Dottore paused, trying to put together what this might be about now. This was another reason why he hated these damn dreams, he never had any context behind what was happening and Dottore hated not knowing things.

“What sort of question is that?” her mother hissed, taken aback. “Of course-”

Her mother cut herself off suddenly, brows furrowing and lips twisting into a deep frown. Dottore could feel his soulmate swallow thickly, watching the reaction to her question. She had been expecting this and he wasn’t sure if it was dread or satisfaction pooling in her stomach--maybe both.

“Have you ever thought about why you don’t communicate through it? Have you ever tried and he just doesn’t respond? Do you try flicking your thread? Does he flick it back?” his soulmate let loose a barrage of questions and a creeping suspicion began to arise, wondering if she was implying what he thought she was.

“What are you trying to say?” her mother shook her head, stepping away. “Enough.”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” his soulmate responded, turning on her heel to leave the room. “But maybe you should think about it.”

She didn’t say anything else as she left the room and finally, Dottore could think.

She was accusing her stepfather of faking the bond with her mother, Dottore realized. But how would he do that? He knew people were capable of faking bonds through old magics but as far as he was aware that type of magic was all but lost… Dottore’s mind was suddenly racing, remembering all of the things he had forgotten in the last dream he had of her past: what he had figured out about the spy in the upper ranks of the Fatui and they had a spy in Fontaine, one of Arlecchino’s spiders and Arlecchino was capable of the old magic, and his soulmate was coming north to Snezhnaya so obviously she must have reason to believe that it had something to do with the Fatui, could it be-

Dottore felt a headache coming on. 

He had a feeling that this was going to be very, very bad.

You woke up with a sharp, shaky breath. Your hand flew to your chest as you sat up straight, reeling from what you had just experienced. Blood, anger, betrayal, hope--what could you remember? What could you remember?

You scrambled to the small table at your bedside immediately, grabbing your notebook and panicking to find the pen that had fallen to the floor. You dropped to your hands and knees, fumbling around in the dark until you found it beneath your bed. You didn’t even bother rising to your feet again as you made yourself comfortable on the floor so you could start jotting down everything you remembered.

A cold, empty room. Six people. Exile? Sins and virtues. Lots of blood. An automaton. Uncontrollable, sickening rage. An unfamiliar figure. War. 

War.

But what was the context? Your head was pounding as you tried to remember, you wondered if Celestia was warning you against trying to push too hard for information you’re not meant to remember yet. You didn’t care. You had to know. 

War. The rebellion stirring in the north. But what about it? What was the damn context?

You glanced down at your forearm, frustration pricking at you as the window above you rattled against the Snezhnayan winter storm. You could feel the freezing air even from inside the warm room with the fireplace burning on the opposite wall--it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, the cold storms at the estate that you thought were the end of the world paled in comparison to this.

You wanted to yell at him, demand to know who he was and what he had done, beg him for the answers that you should’ve received by now… but you remembered the words scrawled across your forearm, the cruel words that cut deeper than any of the nasty words that had been spat at you by people throughout your life.

He did not care about you, you reminded yourself, you have more self-respect than this. Do not reach out to him.

You sighed heavily, arm dropping to your side as you stared back up at the window, watching a branch scrape against the glass over and over and over again. You were only on the Snezhnayan border but already you were feeling anxious--you had half a mind to turn back but the only thing stopping you was the memory of your father, the lust for justice, vengeance. You couldn’t turn back, not until you had all of the information you needed, not until you were sure you could return to Fontaine and have your stepfather imprisoned in the Black Cells.

There was a heavy feeling in your heart as you pushed yourself back off the floor, putting the notebook away and taking a seat back on the thin mattress of the inn you were staying at, the wood of the bed frame creaking beneath you. 

You had a distinct feeling that your journey to find proof against your stepfather would lead you to him as well.

He sat upright, eyes wild as he tried to figure out where he was. His heart was racing, anger was still flooding his blood, he breathed in and out deeply as he tried to regain control of himself. He was back in his lab--not dealing with any more of those god forsaken dreams. He wanted to spit out a string of vile curses up toward the gods but he refrained, trying to piece together what he could remember before the vague memories faded. 

He flipped over the parchment he had been taking notes on before he had fallen asleep, rubbing the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his pen to the paper and noted down all of the hazy details.

Flowers. Wrio? Betrothed?? Mother. Leaving. Snezhnaya. 

Dottore exhaled, gaze zeroing in on the third word of his list--betrothed. He glanced down at the thread connected to his thumb, inhaling deeply as an unfamiliar emotion began to churn inside of him. Before it could take hold, Dottore diverted his attention to the last two words.

Leaving. Snezhnaya.

What did that mean? What was the context? He couldn’t remember. Was she coming to Snezhnaya? Was she in Snezhnaya and leaving? Or did the two words not have any connection? 

No, they had to be connected. It was something important, he knew that much at least, but what? The answer was on the tip of his tongue and again that temper of his began to thin, what was the answer? What was the goddamn answer? Why was she coming to Snezhnaya? 

Should he ask?

The option rang damning through his head as he looked down at his forearm. She could be in danger if she came to Snezhnaya--the nation was becoming more and more antagonistic to outsiders, especially outsiders from Fontaine and Natlan and especially because of the masked hostile that was running through Fatui camps and slaughtering their underlings. No matter how much Pulcinella and Pantalone demanded that they take caution with outsiders, there was no telling what a heat of the moment reaction could lead to if there was a possible threat and Arlecchino had made clear that Fontaine was on the verge of becoming a threat to the Fatui. 

As he contemplated his choices, Dottore suddenly paused, another realization hitting him suddenly: if he had dreamt of her past then…

Then she dreamed of his past.

Dottore waited, staring at his forearm--waiting for the questions, the disgust, the horror. It was inevitable, he knew it. Last time, he assumed they dreamed of similar time periods of their life. Hers was when she was young, five to twelve years old between both dreams, he assumed; and the word he received from her was cursed, which was directed at him from when he was a child up until he was chased from the village at ten. And if the time periods were similar… that left his Akademiya and post-Akademiya era up as options for what she could have dreamt about, and neither of those periods of his life were particularly pleasant.

He waited and he waited and he waited… but nothing showed up on his forearm, not a question nor an accusation, no emotion spread through him that he thought might’ve been hers--just emptiness, just like it had been for the past week and a half. 

Dottore exhaled heavily, leaning back against his seat and staring up at the ceiling above him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do with this and how he was supposed to make sure she didn’t get herself killed traveling through Snezhnaya.

The week and a half of peace was over and he realized, quickly, that it had only been the calm before the storm. 

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