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Lover, be good to me - Il Dottore x Reader

Something small I wrote at the bus station to quell my boredom! Dottore 🫶

Dottore held his breath as your hands moved to his mask. It wasn't something he had ever allowed you to do before - that sort of trust and vulnerability had been lost to him for many, many years - but you were different. You were the closest thing to perfection that he knew of; who was he to continue pushing you away?

His heart hammered against his chest. What would you think of his true face? Dottore's ruby eyes no longer bore the fury of his younger segments, but what of his scars? He had long accepted them - refusing to erase them even when faced with the opportunity. The marred skin on his forehead and the bridge of his nose was hardly something anyone had admired before; Dottore still vividly remembered the contempt with which the lowly scholars of the Akademiya would look at him. Surely, you wouldn't be the same?

Your fingers gently unclasped his beak-shaped mask. When your eyes met his, you smiled softly, and Dottore couldn't fathom it.

How could you? How could you not recognize the monstrosity before you?

He let you cup his jaw, trail his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Charming," you murmured, "your eyes are akin to trishiraite."

The comparison felt a tad ironic, but Dottore hardly cared; not when your eyes glimmered with so much affection.

All for him.

He found it hard to believe - that he could be anything but disgusting to you. You, who's visage easily rivaled that of the gods. Beautiful and delicate you - a Sumeru rose yet to be trampled by the rishboland tiger.

"You're beautiful."

"Hardly," he muttered.

You shook your head, "no, really. I fail to see what you find so terrible about yourself."

Had he been any younger, any more foolish, Dottore would have protested; you were wrong, wholly and entirely wrong, but Dottore could play pretend for a moment.

When would the other shoe drop?

Instead of whatever horrible thing Dottore imagined you would do, you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Corners of your soft lips tilted upwards, you gazed at him with more love than he could comprehend.

You were careful not to touch his scars, but your gaze lingered anyway. Dottore felt naked - predator turned prey. He wanted to push you away; the urge would never really leave, he reckoned. Centuries spent in solitude had affected him in ways that could never be changed. Though, the tender way in which you brushed his hair from his face made Dottore reconsider.

His eyes closed when you leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your lips found his nose, his cheeks, his jaw - not an inch of his face left untouched. Dottore drew you closer by the waist, lost in the affection you gave him.

"My Zandik," you said softly. "Beautiful Zandik."

Beautiful he could never be, Dottore thought, not when you stood before him. He thought you blinded by your emotions - your words were entirely influenced by your preexisting affection for him. Had he been but a stranger to you now, would you still have seen him as anything more than a monster? Would you have admired him anyway?

Perhaps. After all, you were unlike the others; delicate and pure and sweet, untainted by those around you.

"I prefer you without the mask," you said, "please, wear it less around me."

Dottore hummed, feigning doubt. Deep down, he knew he would abide by your words without a second thought.

"If that is what you want."

With each kiss you bestowed upon him, Dottore could almost believe it - that he really, truly was worthy of your tenderness after all.

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By your name (all the stars, rivers, cities)

Akademiya! Zandik is probably my favorite version of Dottore but also one that I really struggle to write. If he's ooc here, close your eyes <3 Not proofread lol out of sight out of mind Fluff, mutual pining inspired by one of my favorite songs - Твоим именем by Svidaniye Also on AO3

You prayed he didn't notice the trembling of your hands.

Zandik hadn't spoken a word to you since he opened his leather-bound journal, opting instead to sketch the ruin golem that was nestled between the tall hills of Ardravi Valley. You'd robbed yourself of the privilege of observing him in his element; the close proximity between the two of you made you nervous. It felt dangerous to observe your surroundings, to move your limbs, and so you sat frozen beside him, afraid that Zandik would become suspicious of you.

The reason for your shyness was clear as day: Zandik had never allowed you to come this close before, always rejecting your goodwill with the apprehension of someone who had only ever known cruelty. But now, the blanket you sat on was barely big enough to fit both of you, and Zandik didn't seem to mind; not the way your thighs touched, nor the way your shoulders bumped. You imagined that his soft curls would brush against your cheek if he were to turn his head to the side - and that thought only served to fluster you even more.

How is he so calm, you wondered, when we've never been this close before?

You were frustrated with yourself. So much time had been spent by his side - studying, drinking coffee, wandering the lush expanses of the rainforest - yet you still felt deeply, indescribably nervous. Anxiety sank into your bones and jumbled your mind; you knew why, had known for weeks, but it was impossible to accept. How could you?

Your focus shifted to the Sumeru rose in your hand. Zandik picked it for you on your way to your favorite picnic spot - the hill that overlooked Vimara village - and said the simple words, "for your book". You accepted the flower with a polite "thank you", heart fluttering in your chest when he gave you a faint smile - the sight forever etched in your mind.

It was meant to be pressed between the pages of your favorite book. You didn't have the heart to do it, though; damaging a rose given to you by Zandik felt wrong. Even if his actions carried no underlying implications, it didn't matter. You wanted to keep it. Once you returned to your dorm, you would place this delicate rose in a small vase and ensure it survived a few more days.

You twirled it between your fingers. A little more time and this embarrassment would end. Zandik would forget you behaved this way, engrossed in his research, and you would be the sole person to carry the burden of remembering every second you spent fiddling with the hem of your shirt, too shy to move from the spot beside your friend.

Friend. The word tasted sour in your mouth.

"You're eerily quiet today," said Zandik, "what's the matter?"

This time, you had no choice but to look at him. Zandik had long finished drawing. The journal lay on his lap, open to reveal a surprisingly detailed illustration of the ruin golem across the river. Your breath nearly hitched when your eyes met Zandik's.

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

You felt small under his gaze; he observed you as if you were something interesting - one of those ruin mechanisms that he so adored. You couldn't take it.

You pointed at his journal, "the drawing turned out so well."

"It's a simple sketch, really. But that ruin golem lying ahead... it is the pinnacle of human wisdom. Isn't it awe-inspiring?"

His ruby eyes glimmered with excitement; the sort that only awakened when Zandik spoke about his interests. It warmed your heart - it always did - but this time, the close proximity between your faces was enough to make you blush.

You smiled, "yes, it is."

"I am set to join an investigation team as a trainee dastur soon," Zandik said, "we will conduct field research near that golem. If I'm lucky, we'll even study its interior..."

He gazed ahead, no doubt imagining the discoveries he would make. This was what he lived for - refining his understanding of the world around him, its inner workings. You would never be...

Stupid, stupid thoughts. Weren't you just his friend?

"You'll have to tell me all about it," you said. That was appropriate. That wouldn't raise any questions. Zandik loved to talk about his research and he loved to talk about it with someone who cared. You just so happened to care more than anyone.

Zandik looked at you with newfound delight. It all came back to you then: the proximity between the two of you, the rose in your hand, his smile. How were you supposed to understand any of this? When his arm brushed against yours, his thigh pressed against your own and his lips were only inches away from yours - how would a stranger look at this?

Doesn't matter, you thought, because it means nothing. He's just my friend.

"A pity you can't join."

Not the words you expected to hear from Zandik, of all people. Your brain must have short-circuited, for you couldn't form a single coherent thought as you watched him casually put his journal away like he hadn't just...

Your cheeks tinted red. A cruel voice in your head told you that Zandik would definitely miss you, think of you whenever you weren't by his side.

"Well, a Rtawahist student has no use in field research..." you mumbled, making Zandik huff in amusement.

"It has nothing to do with your darshan."

A thousand different thoughts swarmed in your head. "Then what?"

He didn't give his answer just yet. Zandik chose to inspect you once more as if to fluster you - and though it worked exceedingly well, you couldn't bring yourself to look away, captivated by his boyish charm.

Zandik looked so utterly serene; olive skin bathed in the soft light of the evening sun, soft cyan hair tousled by the warm breeze. The corners of his thin lips were tilted upwards in a roguish smirk, and your poor, frail heart was threatened to give out. It still made no sense to you: how anyone could look at Zandik and see a monster.

He exhaled softly, "your behavior these past few weeks was puzzling. My initial assumption was that you had grown to fear me, just like the others..." Zandik reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jawline, "but the answer has become a bit clearer now."

Your breath hitched. He knew. He knew the truth, had guessed it long ago, and you - ever the fool - were oblivious all along.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, ashamed beyond compare; for even with the possibility of your feelings being unrequited, you reveled in the way his fingertips warmed your skin.

"Sorry? I never said you had to be sorry."

Zandik sat impossibly close. He cupped your cheek and watched you melt into his touch.

"But it's a bother, isn't it?" You asked, to which Zandik blinked owlishly before chuckling - a saccharine melody that you wanted to keep in your memory forever.

He gazed at you fondly, in a way he never had before, "would I keep spending my time with you if I thought you were a bother?"

"I guess not," you breathed, painfully aware of the tiny distance between the two of you. It felt unreal; you doubted you fully comprehended his words, lost in Zandik's touch as you were.

You could kiss him. The idea baffled you, making the words ring in your head, over and over, I can kiss him, I can kiss him, I can kiss him.

By the looks of it, Zandik had similar thoughts but enough self-control to hold back. You, on the other hand, lacked the courage to go through with your idea, and so you sat basking in his tender touches like you would never feel them again.

You couldn't ask for anything more, anyway.

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Stay by my side, eternally - Il Dottore x Reader

Something self-indulgent I wrote because I had a bad day and missed Dottore. It kinda makes no sense but you know, I had to put my feelings somewhere

"How do you feel?"

A large palm tenderly rubs your lower back as you make yourself comfortable beside Zandik. He is bare, warm where your head rests atop his chest, and his arms, wrapped around your figure, shelter you from the chill that clings to the walls of Zapolyarny Palace.

"Better now."

Indeed. You listen to his heartbeat - soothing, steady - and feel yourself being lulled to sleep. His fingers in your hair make it no better.

Zandik hums. His entire body is tense; you surmise you know the reason behind it but don't dare to speak of it yet. Zandik will tell you himself when the time is right.

He remains quiet, opting to run his long fingers through your hair, untangling a few knots along the way. Satisfied, you scoot closer, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. He is so warm; an entirely new person now that he has shed his intricate mask. Traces of the rigid scholar you once knew can be found in the awkward way that his hand rests on your back, in the way his breath hitches when your legs tangle beneath the duvet. Tender-hearted he never was, but Zandik becomes different with you: a strange, clumsy little creature that you've grown to adore.

Finally, Zandik says, "you should have sought me out sooner."

There's an air of regret about him that renders you speechless. You crane your neck and find Zandik already peering at you.

"You were busy," which is true: Zandik spent the entire day cooped up in his laboratory, skipping every meal that the two of you typically share. "I didn't want to be a nuisance."

"A nuisance?" Zandik repeats, his tone carrying a hint of surprise that you find entirely uncharacteristic of him.

It makes you feel foolish.

"As I said, you were busy."

"I would have made time for you," he murmurs softer than ever. It makes your cheeks flush. "you were in pain."

You wish you could have made yourself smaller, invisible where you lay. The folly of your own thought process has become clear to you now.

Sensing your embarrassment, Zandik decides to speak once more. "Why didn't you tell any of the segments?"

He asks like he does not already know; like this hasn't been brought up before. You trail a finger on the wide expanse of his chest absentmindedly.

"I didn't want to, that's all."

"Why is that?"

You puff softly. He really won't let it go, will he?

"I know that I sound ridiculous," you begin, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. "But I didn't want to. Being with your segments... It's not the same, even if they are part of you. I wanted you near."

You're not sure what you expected, but Zandik gingerly kissing the top of your head and holding you tighter against him never came to mind. It catches you off guard; rarely is he so openly tender with you, even in private. You happily bask in his affection, for it soothes you, makes you feel as though all your worries are meaningless.

"I am here now," he whispers, "I apologize for not being by your side when you needed me most."

Your heart flutters in your chest. You dare to look up a second time and are taken aback by the fondness with which Zandik's ruby eyes glimmer. It can't be helped: the warmth that spreads through your body as he gazes at you; the small smile that tugs at your lips.

"Stay with me, always. Whenever you can. It's enough for me."

Zandik cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, your pain all but forgotten.

"A simple creature, are you?"

You hum, raising a hand to cover his own. You want to savor the moment as best as you can; every detail of it, every feeling that courses through you as Zandik holds you so softly. Everything else will be dealt with in time - for now, this is all that matters.

"I love you," the words slip from your mouth so naturally, as though they were meant for him and him only. Zandik stills for a brief moment before smiling softly at you.

"I love you, too."

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BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) | reimagining of Larian Studios promo Where will your fate lead you?

thank you to @not-so-blue for the original post!

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Female Dottore segment thoughts.

You have no clue how he managed to do such a thing, considering the segments are supposed to be his former selves. Did he want to see if the perspective of a woman would change things? You don't know, but what you do know is that you now have a gorgeous, equally unethical woman doting on you. She's even more teasing the other Dottores, if that's even possible. She lays on the nicknames thickly, "doll" being her favorite one.

She kisses you quite a bit, marking you with her lipstick, the traces of it not overpowering but definitely not subtle either. She delights in watching the silent seething from the other segments, for she knows all they can do is settle for sinking their teeth into you instead of wiping it off (well, accidents could always happen, however.) As well as seeing the regular agents avert their eyes from her claim.

Just like the older segments, she too is a sweet talker, but it seems she is especially good at it (or perhaps you are just weak to her). Her honeyed voice just makes you want to listen to her. The other segments get a bit miffed when you listen to her instead of them. Although at the end of the day she is still a segment of Dottore, it also seems that she can be more sensitive to your feelings, well, as best as she can.

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Art by Justine Thibault

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Wonder Festival mascot characters drawn by Azuma Kiyohiko (Yotsubato!, Azumanga Daioh)