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dottore x gn amab reader

genre: fluffy smut

warnings: MDNI, first time writing smut, top dottore, unprotected sex, cumming inside, biting, posessiveness, dottore views sex as an experiment

a/n: it's been forever since i've posted here, but something Possessed me when i saw dottore in the nod krai preview. also I've never written smut before. so enjoy.

word count: 1,424

zandik never cared for heat. whether it be the humid warmth of the avidya forest forcing him damp, filthy caves to cool down, or the searing dryness of the great red sand invoking heat stroke in the middle of an expedition, heat was never welcomed. the akademiya uniforms, while made to protect one from the sun and sand, just managed to keep all heat in, making the process of cooling down nearly impossible (especially for those unfortunate enough to be thermosensitive, like himself).

the transition to snezhnaya was sudden and jarring. but zandik loved it. the subzero temperatures were perfect for him. in the cold, you can always layer clothing. but in the heat, you can only get so naked. being in snezhnaya felt like perfection. it felt like he was made for this nation, as opposed to his home. he supposed that was his father's genetic influence…he was fontainian, after all. his mother's predisposition for the heat of sumeru never stood a chance.

stepping into the haerysys research center, one feels no warmth, barely any change from the frigid temperature outside the lab. just how zandik -- now known as il dottore -- likes it. segments require little warmth, being mostly mechanical beings. all other employees must simply deal with it.

zandik never cared for heat. but he must admit…the warmth of your arms wrapped around him…it's…pleasant. not overbearing. not burning. just…warm. nice and warm. it made him feel…odd. it was a feeling he hadn't experienced for centuries. It intrigued him. you intrigued him. you made him enjoy warmth. you made him enjoy touch. what else could you make him feel?

he wanted to explore the extent to which your touch makes him feel. you were new. you were…special. he had to know.

an invitation to dinner was uncommon with dottore. he was usually too wrapped up in his research to pay much attention to you. so when he had you dress in your nicest outfit while he donned a stunning suit, it surprised you. he wore a dark blue dress shirt with a white tailcoat jacket and white dress pants, a bow-tie and a white coat with a feather trim. it had been years since he'd worn a suit…let alone one with a bow-tie. he'd never admit it, but the pop of pink made him smile. he rarely had time to dress up…he even tied up his hair.

the restaurant he chose was cygne de glace, an extremely expensive fontaine-style restaurant in the heart of snezhnaya's capital. the head chef was a disciple of the effie escoffier. 

it was…romantic. again, uncommon with dottore. “frivolous distractions from reality,” is how he refers to romantic endeavors. but this dinner…he’s booked a private table, there are candles and roses, soft music is playing in the background…he buys you everything he asks for. after all, he can write off the bill as research expenses. technically, it’s not even a lie. even so, he can always pull rank on pantalone if he questions it.

his eyes rarely leave yours throughout the entire dinner. though, of course, it’s impossible to tell with his mask on. but you can feel it. you can feel it in the way he rests his chin on his fist, the way his lips quirk up in a smile. in the way his voice sounds when he asks you the simplest of questions. in the way his hand slides over to cover yours on the table.

when dottore hurries you back into the carriage that brought you, he seems almost urgent. he helps you up and enters quickly after, whispering something to the driver, who immediately starts going. he sits next to you, resting his hand on your thigh and leaning his head on top of yours. no words are spoken, but you can hear him softly humming the song playing in the restaurant, his thumb rubbing your thigh.

he led you through his personal estate. it was clear that it wasn't well lived in. though, it was…surprisingly ornate. all white and blue, it was reminiscent of delftware pottery. though, you had little time to observe any of the details. seeming almost impatient, he picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and carried you up the stairs.

his bedroom was…massive. dark blue walls with two large gothic windows on either side of an arched wrought iron glass door, leading out to a balcony. the adjacent walls were lined with bookshelves, each shelf completely full. there was one dark blue cabriole sofas on either side, with ornately carved wooden tables in front of them. this was all nothing compared to his bed, though. it was a massive poster bed with a beautifully carved wooden frame, piles of pillows perfectly arranged, and a large, dark blue down-filled comforter. though, it was clear it was rarely used.

he laid you down on the bed as you felt the plushness of it all take you in. you swear you saw him smile from above you, his arms on either side of you, caging you in. 

“...i assume this…affair has been pleasing to you?” he asks, his voice low, almost melodic in a way that you’ve never heard from him before. “This is…all new to me…nobody has ever caught my eye the way you do, pet.”

the beak of his mask brushes against your nose, causing him to sigh.

“it is…quite early in this little…interrelation for this, but…” he sighs, one of his hands traveling down, feeling the warmth through your clothing. it’s almost addictive, the way you send heat through his body. “...i suppose there’s no reason not to, hm?”

his hand (reluctantly) leaves your side and raises to his face. with a quiet “click,” his mask dislodges, and you can finally see his beautiful red eyes, almost glowing in the darkness alongside his earring.

his eyes flit to your lips, his brows knitting together as he studies them. Carefully, he places his lips on yours in a quick kiss. the first real kiss he’s had in centuries. he kisses you again. and again…and again. his kisses deepen, lasting longer and longer with each press, and eventually, you feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip.

zandik never cared for heat. but when he first plunged into you, the warmth that enveloped him brought a feeling he’d never felt before. 

the hot, tight sensation of your hole was almost enough to make him finish on the spot. his eyes were trained on the spot where you connected, seeing your cock bounce as he pounded into you like a desperate animal. his mouth was practically glued to your neck, sucking and biting, even drawing blood. the warmth of your blood on his lips…archons, he couldn’t breathe…

his hands gripped your hips harder, with a strength that would surely bruise. you and your warmth were the only things he could even fathom thinking about in the moment. he needed this. he needed you. you made him feel something brand new. you…

…you made him feel human.

for the first time ever.

he couldn’t think. he barely even heard your strangled moans or the clap of your hips connecting. all that was running through his head was “mine…mine…mine…”

your hole tightened around him, and he let out a stifled gasp. he gripped you tightly and sped up his thrusts, sending shockwaves through your body, his forehead pressed against yours as he whispered nonsense. 

you tightened again, this time even more, and he felt your cum spurt out onto his stomach. he pressed into you one final time and filled you up, completely and wholly his.

he didn’t even seem to realize that you had passed out.

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when you awaken, you’re in a bathtub, a solid body behind you. his hands gently clean you with a sponge, with a gentleness you’ve never known him to have. zandik cleans you up in the warm water, making sure you’re as comfortable as can be. he’s humming that song again.

the bed is already remade when he carries you back, much to your surprise. he climbs into his bed for the first time in forever, cradling you in his arms as he does so, placing a gentle kiss to your temple as he caresses your sides.

zandik never cared for heat. but you…you gave him a new type of warmth. he wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. the effects you had on him were still a mystery. but this study had proven one thing: further research was required.

he’d have to do this more often.

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random fluffy dottore relationship headcanons (or at least as fluffy as dottore can realistically be :P)

warnings: it's dottore. blood is mentioned a few times, plus a few organs (nothing really gory though)

reader is gender neutral

he likes biting things. it's a stress reliever for him. so of course, once he's in a relationship, he'll start to bite you as a form of affection.

his giving love language is def acts of service. mf absolutely REFUSES to say i love you but will build you an army of robot bodyguards on a whim.

his receiving love language is probably physical touch. people are scared of him. nobody wants to be anywhere near him. so if you're comfortable enough around him to actually touch him?? my god he's in love

he'll hold your hand during checkups if you're afraid of medical things

he gave you a matching earring (it definitely does not have a tracker in it. do not ask him if it does.)

he'll clone you to get all those scary violent urges out. "hmm I wonder what their brain feels like" do NOT cut open your lover's head. use a clone.

speaking of which, he has a few jars on his desk. one has a clone's eyes, the other has a clone's heart. he won't tell you that they're your clones, though. you don't need to know that.

he likes the way your blood tastes

he constantly slips any extra vitamins you might need into your meals to ensure you stay healthy

he once gave you a beating human heart as a gift. when you said it was a little creepy, he got rid of it and gave you a bouquet of flowers instead (he will not mention that these flowers eat human flesh. it's not important.)

he loves jigsaw puzzles an unhealthy amount and if you offer to do them with him he'll get so happy and giddy inside but externally he's just like "ok"

he loves baking. it's chemistry, and it makes sweets. what's not to love? expect a lot of anatomically correct heart-shaped cookies in the near future

his brain will short circuit if you play with his hair (literally if it's one of his segments). he just stops and stares at you, his pupils all wide like a cat

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more dottore things are in my drafts, i just have college classes now so it'll take longer for me to finish them lol

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likes charge reblogs cast

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i keep queuing posts to this blog instead of my main wtf

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UPDATE AFTER LYNEY'S DEMO: they canonically have him watch their practices and give input! he is included, just not as a performer!

"freminet is left out" NO TF HE'S NOT HE JUST DOESN'T LIKE BEING IN THE SPOTLIGHT. LYNETTE AND LYNEY WOULD INCLUDE HIM IF HE WANTED INCLUDED. DON'T FEEL BAD FOR HIM HE'S JUST NOT INTERESTED JN THE SHOW BIZ LIKE HIS SIBLINGS. THEY CANONICALLY LOVE HIM AND CARE ABOUT HIM, LYNEY EVEN TRIES EXTRA HARD TO MAKE HIM LAUGH. THEY DO CARE ABOUT HIM. THEY WANT HIM TO BE COMFORTABLE. THAT'S WHY HE'S NOT INCLUDED IN THE SHOW. SHUT UP.

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Genshin Impact Lyney & the Grin-Malkin Cat From "Backstage Encounter" Web Event

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haerysays hospital records

pt. 2 of eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: sumeru archon quest spoilers, chronic illness (eleazar), violence, implied human experimentation, various other dottore things :P

a/n: i was excited to write this, i love love love dottore so much

word count: 1,596

"your talents are too valuable to be wasted in a place like this," a strange voice echoed throughout the now empty hospital. zandik didn't hear him approach, but he could tell that the man was right behind him

zandik's head snapped up as he grabbed the nearest scalpel, pointing it at the man's throat. anyone who would've seen him would've thought he was insane. his messy hair, the bags under his eyes, his bloodied clothing...

not to mention the look in his eyes when the man got too close to you.

it was deranged.

"who the fuck are you?!" zandik spat, pressing the scalpel into the man's neck. a small drop of blood trickled down his neck.

his blood was black.

"...what the fuck are you?" zandik asked, a little more quietly this time, studying the man's clothes, his face, his eyes...

he had khaenri'ahn eyes.

"i am the solution to all of your problems."

the trip to snezhnaya was long and boring, most of it spent on a boat. the man, pierro, zandik now knew, was the director of the fatui harbingers. and, apparently, after finding out about zandik's...exploits, he sought him out to recruit him.

but zandik could care less.

all he cared about was you. you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. getting you back was his top priority.

so, when pierro mentioned to him that the fatui had the most advanced research centers and labs in all of teyvat...

well, who was he to decline such an offer?

"so you want me to become an agent for the fatui?" zandik asked, intrigued. he sat at a table by your bedside. "i can become one of your debt collectors if that means that my ___ will be safe."

"agent?" pierro laughed, coming to sit in a nearby chair. "no, no...why would i, the director, come all the way to sumeru from snezhnaya just to recruit a simple agent? no...what you are going to be is something much, much more important."

zandik grabbed your hand out of reflex, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"we have quite the large lab...and it's been vacant for a long, long time. we were hoping that, perhaps...we could put a doctor in there," pierro said with a smile.

zandik couldn't help but laugh at the irony. he, who was performing illegal surgeries, who was expelled from the akademiya and their medical department, a doctor.

it was truly laughable.

"we've seen your work. it's admirable. we could provide you with all of the equipment and specimens that you could ever wish for, not to mention all of the necessary licenses and permits...we can help you save him. all you have to do is say yes."

zandik paused for a moment, pretending to think it through. he grabbed your hand once more, before looking up at pierro with a sharp-toothed grin. he knew the answer as soon as he asked.

"it seems we have a deal, lord pierro," zandik said, extending his hand.

pierro took it, shaking his hand.

"welcome to the fatui, il dottore. i look forward to working with you."

it's astounding how quickly four hundred years pass when you've achieved immortality, zandik found. however, it's also astounding how slowly it passes when the one person you love is gone, stuck in time, comatose in a cryo chamber.

he would keep you here until he had found a definitive cure for your eleazar. he wasn't going to let you go. not ever.

his lab, haerysays, was full of teyvat's best and brightest. and yet, a cure for eleazar was never found, despite their efforts.

zandik didn't understand. he had mastered so much. he'd cheated death, developed the first successful human clones, created a god, but you? your disease? it remained an enigma.

so, he kept you in that cryo chamber, in a secluded room in haerysays. a place where nobody could hurt you while he worked on more...realistic goals. he sent his man-made god to sumeru.

it was destroyed.

in the midst of his frustration at the failure of his project, he almost failed to notice his eleazar patients. more specifically, their full recovery.

"lord dottore, lord dottore!!!" one of his assistants shouted as they ran into his office.

zandik glared at them, making them freeze in their tracks. they dropped to the ground to kneel, and zandik groaned.

"what is it?"

"th-the eleazar patients-- they've recovered!"

the pen that zandik was holding snapped in half, ink covering his table. without a word, he stood up and left his office, leaving the assistant all alone.

your scales were gone. all of your dark eleazar scales were gone.

zandik removed you from the cryo chamber and began checking on you. vitals, physical exam, blood tests...

...your eleazar was gone.

really, truly gone.

you were saved.

he woke you up as soon as he was sure you were safe. he sat by your side, holding your hand, watching carefully.

your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.

"hello, darling," dottore said softly, his hands shaking as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.

"wh...who...are you..?" you asked weakly, a fearful expression on your face. he froze, before realizing that he was still wearing his mask. he took it off, and saw recognition fash in your eyes. "...zandik?"

"yes, yes, ___, it's me, it's zandik...you've been asleep for a long, long time, but it's okay now...it's okay, your eleazar is healed. you're okay..."

the two of you spent hours talking, with zandik catching you up on all you've missed...and how long you were out.

"...four...four hundred years?! zandik, that-- that's impossible!"

"no, no, love, it's not!" zandik's smile was crazed. "we have a cryo chamber here, powered by the excess energy from the tsaritsa herself!! isn't that just fascinating? come on, you're a fellow scholar, you should be amazed, not fearful! we've conquered death!"

"zandik, that's a cardinal sin of the akademiya--"

"the akademiya abandoned me, ___. they abandoned you. when you were sick and dying, they tossed you aside. why should we adhere to their rules if they decided we were subhuman garbage? we're better than them, ___. what they consider 'sins' should mean nothing to us."

"...they...they did throw us out, didn't they," you said quietly.

"when you came down with eleazar, they made you stop attending classes. they didn't call it expulsion, but that's what it was and you know it. but here...these people won't throw us out. they'll give us the respect we deserve."

you paused, thinking about it. zandik saw the apprehension in your eyes, and knew what he could say to push you over the edge.

"they'll treat us like gods."

your eyes lit up with excitement. the two of you had always been treated like outsiders. zandik for his... unusual experiments, and you for your eleazar. so being worshipped...it was a dream come true.

"this is my lab, haerysays. it's the largest, most advanced research center in all of teyvat. but we won't be spending much time here... we'll be headed to my estate, where you and i will be staying."

your eyes lit up.

"you mean you have a mansion?" you asked, amazed.

"of course, love," zandik chuckled. "i'm a harbinger."

zandik led you to a carriage, which carried the two of you across snezhnaya to his estate. the entire time, the two of you spoke. you would ask questions, and he would answer them. when you ran out of questions, you'd tell him stories from when you were a child (whether he'd already known them or not).

his home was a gothic, castle-like mansion. it was large, made of dark bricks that contrasted against the snowy landscape. the lights coming from inside were warm and yellow, though you could make out a few rooms with blue or even red light. one of the walls was covered in beautiful ivy, and he somehow managed to make the flowers in the garden grow even in the harshness of winter. you even saw a few bird-like gargoyles on the walls.

zandik noticed you admiring the flowers, and he chuckled.

"do you like the gardens? they're some of phi's best work," he said proudly.

"phi?"

"one of my segments," he said softly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i'm sure you'll get acquainted with him and the others soon enough."

"how many segments do you have?"

"twenty four, but only twelve of them have full personalities. the others are just husks. i'll develop them further later."

"twenty four," you said softly, a light blush blooming on your cheeks. you paused for a moment, deep in thought. "hm...seems that i'll have to make enough room in my heart for twenty five zandiks then, hm?"

you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and saw his face turn bright red.

"oh, no, no, no...that won't do," he chuckled, pulling you into his lap. "there's only one zandik...don't forget that, okay?"

he kissed you softly, running his fingers through your hair. once he pulled away, he sighed quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"...i missed you," he mumbles. "and...i...i'm glad you're here."

you smile. and, though he can't see it, the feeling of it makes his heart flutter. you always knew what he meant, even if he didn't actually say it.

"i love you, too, zandik."

a/n: i don't know if this was good but i had fun so that's all that matters!!!!!

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Hello there! I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I really enjoyed your eleazar Dottore fic. It was kind of sweet how worried Zandik was :,))

oh, thank you!! i love dot, so i wanted to try and show that he does, in fact, care in his own way :D

also i'm working on part 2 right now ^^

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eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst

warnings: chronic illness (eleazar), implied human experimentation, kidnapping (dw it's to go to a hospital), implied murder (sohreh)

a/n: this is akademiya/eleazar hospital era dottore. i'm combining them into one for funzies :3

word count: 1,057

part two: haerysays hospital records

eleazar is unlike any disease i've ever encountered. it somehow forms rough, black scales on the patient's skin. that is only the visual portion of the disease, though. these scales cause numbness and nerve damage, leading to progressively clumsy behavior, as well as fatigue, mood swings, pain, and even delusion.

"zandik, where are you going?" you call out. he turns around, his fluffy blue hair falling into his face.

"work," he says simply. "i've begun...volunteering at a hospital in dar al shifa. it should help progress my studies in amurta."

"oh, right," you said, running to catch up with him. "how is amurta, by the way?"

"you shouldn't be running. it makes eleazar worse," he said, sounding annoyed. "just go back to your apartment and rest, okay? we'll talk later."

"don't treat me like a baby, zandik, i can handle myself," you said, rolling your eyes. your tone was much harsher now.

"no, you can't. that's why i'm here," he muttered. he glanced back at you, seeing the frustration. he sighed, not wanting to see you upset. "...okay, how about...i bring you a wheelchair from the hospital? it will allow you to move around without making your eleazar worse."

"i don't need a wheelchair--"

you tripped and fell. luckily, zandik was there to catch you.

clumsiness, mood swings, and, even though you didn't say it outright, zandik could tell you were experiencing pain and fatigue.

"...go home and rest, okay?" zandik said, his voice growing soft and gentle. "i'll be back before you know it. i promise."

the scales have the possibility to turn into ulcers, which can then develop necrosis and kill the patient. this outcome is most unfavorable. ulcers are to be removed as soon as detected.

zandik hated lying to you about his "volunteer work," but you would never face him if you knew what he was truly doing. the hospital in dar al shifa wasn't exactly traditional, and had some...less than savory practices. oh, and the volunteer work bit was a lie, too. he was the head doctor.

or...researcher, i suppose is the correct term.

"abbas is in unstable condition again," another doctor, amoudi, said. he sounded panicked. but zandik didn't care. "his ulcers--"

"remove them," zandik said, rolling his eyes. "i have much more pressing matters to tend to than the stability of specimen IV."

the other doctor quickly ran, most likely preparing for surgery. not that it mattered to zandik. after all, he was currently studying something much more important.

you.

he'd taken a blood sample while you were asleep. all he had to do was measure the elemental content, and--

oh.

oh no.

the toxins had already spread to your bloodstream.

eleazar scales will inevitably cover the entire body, effectively immobilizing the patient. if left untreated, this could cause the toxins in the scales to seep into the body, causing paralysis and possibly a coma. death is inevitable. avoid allowing the scales to cover the entirety of the patient's body at all costs.

zandik rushed to your apartment as soon as he could. you were asleep in your room...this was perfect. all he had to do was find a way to fix you, to save you.

he couldn't risk losing you.

he injected a sedative into you, before carrying you out of the apartment bridal style.

he then returned to the eleazar hospital.

he began work immediately.

not all hospitals are equipped to deal with eleazar patients. as much as it pains me to say it, the hospital in dar al shifa is one of them. we are not an akademiya recognized hospital. we have no funding. we have no equipment. we only have our brains and the few tools that we can bring in.

you woke up at the eleazar hospital, covered in scales, and you looked so, so scared. zandik couldn't stand it.

"z-zandik?! where the hell am i?!" you asked, your voice hoarse. the scales were beginning to cover your neck.

"shh, shh... don't worry, it's okay," zandik said quietly, patting your head. "you're safe, i'm gonna keep you safe...okay?"

"that doesn't explain where i am, zandik!"

"a hospital. i found traces of eleazar toxins in your blood," zandik sighed, running his fingers through your hair. "but don't worry, i'll take care of you, okay? now, be a good boy and go to sleep, alright?"

you weren't sure if it was the fatigue from eleazar, the medications he had pumping into your body, his warm, soothing voice, or the feeling of his hands playing with your hair, but you felt exhausted...and you did as he said, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"there we go... that's a good boy," he said softly, caressing your cheek gently. "i'll be right here when you wake up...and you won't have eleazar anymore."

little did he know that you wouldn't wake up.

there is no true cure for eleazar. there are ways to delay the inevitable, but there is no way to stop it completely. after all, it is a physical manifestation of the withering on a human body. archon residue is the best suppressant we have, but it would be unwise to allow our supplies to dwindle by wasting it on every single patient. not to mention how unstable and dangerous it is. for now, all we can really do is remove the scales as they appear.

you hadn't woken up in four days. you were alive, but completely unresponsive.

you were in a coma.

zandik couldn't handle the idea of losing you. he spent days on end researching. his grades dropped, his health deteriorated...he was a mess.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months...all zandik could do was keep you stable. he would return to the akademiya in the daytime, and then rush to the hospital at night. that was his routine.

until he was expelled, of course.

it wasn't his fault sohreh got in the way of his research.

but he could now spend all of his time at the hospital...a silver lining, he supposed. but, despite how many hours of work he put in...it was never enough. an ill-equipped hospital is still ill-equipped, no matter how long you work there.

he thought it was hopeless.

he thought he would lose you.

the fatui thought otherwise.

a/n: i might make a part 2 idk :P

edit: i did :3

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dottore x gn reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: evil insane villain who hates everyone but you is my favorite trope ever so here you go <3

word count: 636

dottore has no need for love. love is a human weakness, something that would only weigh him down and cause him to fall. he abandoned the concept of love the second he abandoned his humanity. the fatui worship him as a god, so why should he feel as a human?

the whole concept was ridiculous.

and yet...there you were.

destroying everything he thought he knew about himself. all with a single smile.

that damned smile.

it would be his downfall for sure.

you are dottore's primary assistant. the only person capable of dealing with all of his deranged ramblings and cruel studies. despite the distinct lack of humanity present in the lab, you always managed to remain calm...maybe even a little compassionate.

dottore treated you differently than everyone else. he treated you...well, not as an equal. nobody is an equal to him in his eyes, not even his own segments. but...you came close.

he claimed it was because he appreciated your competence and respected your work.

and you believed him.

because why would a harbinger as powerful as him actually care for a human as weak as you?

the very notion was absurd.

but...even then, you couldn't help but notice the way he looked at you. the way his voice seemed softer when directed at you, the way his hands gently brushed yours instead of harshly grabbing them...

no, no. you were just thinking into it too much. that's all.

today you and dottore were studying a new automaton. something khaenri'ahn that you'd never seen before. dottore called it a "ruin tarragon." you, on the other hand, preferred to call it "ingrid."

you were carefully inspecting the mechanisms on its legs, humming a tune from your home nation. usually, dottore had a record playing. not today. ingrid took up too much space in the workshop.

dottore didn't seem to mind your humming. you often caught him glancing over at you if you stopped, as if he was disappointed that your song was gone.

it was endearing.

well, as endearing as dottore could be.

hours fly by, and it's now time for a lunch break. dottore claims that he doesn't need to eat, but he still spends this break with you, occasionally stealing some of your snacks.

"what do you think the purpose of the tarragon was?" dottore asked suddenly. "it wasn't for war, i found no traces of weaponry. not for agriculture, as there was no room for equipment. and definitely not transportation...that would just be ridiculously unsafe, and the khaenri'ahns were smarter than that."

"hm..." you hummed, thinking. "maybe it was simply made for companionship?"

dottore gave you a confused look.

"the hell do you mean, 'companionship'?"

"well...it doesn't seem to serve any other purpose that I can think of. plus, it has rounded edges, and what appears to be places where there used to be fabric, almost as if it were meant to have a padded exterior."

"...but it looks so powerful and imposing. i doubt that it would make a very good companion."

"...break's over," dottore said, standing up. "we need to get back to work. on...ingrid.

"you'd be surprised," you said with a smile.

that damned smile.

"and what is that supposed to mean?" dottore asked, raising an eyebrow.

"not everything that's strong and scary makes a bad companion. like...you. you're tall, powerful, intimidating...but I also enjoy spending time with you."

there was a pause. a long, long pause.

"...break's over," dottore stood up. "we need to get back to the workshop...ingrid's waiting for us."

you smiled happily at the name.

that goddamned smile.

he was lucky that his mask covered up the blush spreading on his face.

it didn't cover his ears, though.

and that only made you smile wider.

[gummiworm-writes]

kaeya x male reader

genre: fluff, angst (kinda?)

warnings: alcohol, nothing else i don't think?

a/n: this is my first ever fic i hope you like it :3

word count: 1,195

kaeya acts all confident and self-assured. people see him and think oh, look, it's the cavalry captain! mondstadt's number one charmer! everyone loves him, right?

wrong.

the one person who he wants to love him the most doesn't. at least, not the way he loves him.

everyone sees kaeya in the same way: a cocky, flirty knight who gets everything he wants. just ask and he shall receive, right?

wrong.

the one thing he wants the most is something that he cannot have. at least, not the way he wants to have it.

kaeya is not a simple man. he isn't as confident and flirtatious as the people of mondstadt perceive him. they mistake this mask he wears for the truth. all because they never care to get to know the real kaeya.

and the one person he really wants to know the real him... he's just like the others. he only wants to know kaeya on a surface level. he only sees the cavalry captain. the sweet-talking, mysterious frostwind swordsman. that's all he cares to know, right?

wrong.

kaeya has always wanted to have somebody to share his true self with. it sounds cliché, he knows that...but it's the truth. he's spent so long hiding himself out of fear. fear that he'd be shunned, fear that he'd be attacked. fear that he'd lose everyone he cares about...again.

so, he pushes everyone away. he hides behind this façade of confidence and mystique. his true self never comes out, no matter what. he keeps it to himself.

well, unless he's drunk. really drunk.

like he is right now.

you and kaeya are sitting in a booth at the angel's share, in a corner on the second floor. there are at least four bottles of death after noon on the table, alongside one of your drink of choice.

now, kaeya can hold his alcohol. he's very good at not getting drunk. but tonight...he seems to have passed his limit.

"hey, pretty boy~" he says in a soft sing-song voice. "when'd you get here~?"

"kaeya, i've been here this entire time," you say with a chuckle.

"eh? really? that's...huh," kaeya mumbles, putting his head on the table. he looks up at you with a certain shimmer in his eyes. "...still pretty, though."

"thank you, captain," you say with a smile. "...let's get you home. you're drunk."

"no, no, no...kaeya alberich doesn't get drunk~!" he proudly proclaims, his cheeks flushed bright red.

"then you must not be kaeya alberich," you say with a chuckle, standing up and putting some money on the table as a tip for charles. "let's go, come on. you have work tomorrow, remember?"

kaeya simply mumbles something inaudible in response before slowly standing up.

"there we go," you say, putting an arm around him for support while you walk him down the stairs and out the door.

as you and kaeya walk, he hums a song you don't recognize. he occasionally sings the lyrics, too. but...you don't know the language.

you decide not to question it and help him get to his house.

"okay, captain, where are your keys?" you ask softly.

"mm...back pocket, i think," he mumbles, words slurred. he's definitely drunk.

you roll your eyes and reach back to grab them, causing him to blush and giggle.

"wow, ___, didn't know you liked me that way~" he says in a teasing voice. "seems my charms aren't so fake after all, hehe~"

you ignore him and unlock the door. his dogs rush you, excited that you and kaeya are home. but once they see how tired kaeya seems, they run upstairs. you and kaeya follow.

once you reach his bedroom, you notice his dogs and his cat are all already curled up on his bed. you smile, leading kaeya over and sitting him down on the bed in an open spot.

"there we go," you say with a smile, petting each of his pets before heading to the door.

"w-wait, don't... don't go yet, please," kaeya suddenly says in a pleading tone. you turn around and see his face, and he looks desperate.

"oh, uh...okay, what's wrong?"

"i...i just... don't want you to leave me," he says quietly. "you... you're the only person who...who i...ah, never mind..."

you tilt your head to the side in confusion. he's blushing like crazy. out of nowhere, he pulls you into a hug.

"...i don't want you to leave, not like everyone else did...you mean too much to me," he mumbles. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you can't help but feel that he's being honest.

"...what do I mean to you?" you ask, voice soft.

there's a pause.

a long one.

but eventually, he answers.

"...you mean the world."

the morning comes, and you wake up on kaeya's couch, a bunch of random blankets (and a dog) on top of you. you smell breakfast cooking, which comes as a surprise to you. you'd assumed that, after last night, kaeya would be too hungover to do much of anything.

last night.

right.

you'd almost forgotten what he'd said to you before passing out.

you'd...talk to him later. he probably didn't remember anyways.

"hey, sleepyhead," kaeya's smooth voice snaps you out of your head. "made breakfast, thought it was only fair since you brought me back from the tavern and slept on my couch all night..."

"oh, thank you," you say, surprised. so he did remember some things from last night...

you go to the kitchen and sit at kaeya's little table. he's made your favorite, which comes as a surprise to you. you didn't know he knew what it was, or that he knew how to cook it...regardless, you ate it. and it was delicious.

"so...about last night," kaeya sighs, sounding nervous. "did...did I say anything weird? anything...out of character?"

you stop eating and look at him. then, you nod slowly.

"ah, i...i see...look, just...forget about it, okay? i...i was really drunk, and--"

"i don't wanna forget it."

he was stunned into silence by your declaration, a blush blooming on his cheeks.

"what?"

"kaeya, i don't wanna forget about it because I feel the same way."

he freezes, the blush on his cheeks deepening.

"i've wanted to tell you for so, so long...but i thought you'd never feel the same," you said, placing a hand over his. "but...you do. and I don't wanna forget that."

"___, you..." he stuttered, unsure of what to say. "...why?"

"because you're amazing, kaeya. even if you don't show it, you...you're an amazing person. you're handsome, you're intelligent, you care so much...i don't care that you're khaenri'ahn, i just--"

"how did you know that?"

you pause. right. he didn't tell you that.

"...your singing. and your eyes."

"and...you don't mind..?"

"why would i?"

there's a long silence.

kaeya stands up, walking over to you. he then means down, wrapping his arms around you.

"___...i...god, i love you so, so much..." he sighs into the crook of your neck.

"...i love you, too."

[gummiworm-writes]

hey, im gummi (he/they/it)

this is my writing side blog! not sure how often I'll use it, but it's here :P

i'm very VERY new to writing fanfic. all of my fics will be self indulgent! i'm writing for myself :)

that being said, i will take requests if i get any <3

these will be character x reader fics, probably mostly dottore and kaeya

male and gn reader only

characters will all be male or enby since i'm not into girls (im cinthean)

i won't stick to any specific genre. that being said, there will probably be some dark content. it's kinda difficult to avoid that if you wanna keep dottore in character lmao

my main blog is @iwant-fuitgummi