what about 17 with dottore bestie? 👀
Bestie I was gonna randomise the prompts buuuut it's a great prompt so I'm doing it 💙 "There is a fine line between stupid and genius"
It's established relationship kinda? There's a very tasteless plot point lmao, drugging in a sense but it's not reader on the receiving end.
Steam caressed your skin as you brought the cup to your lips, eyes focused on the man in front of you. You saw him swallow once, twice, before setting down the fragile procelain with more care than he usually showed you.
It was a rare occasion that you both have time to sit down, nevermind the nerves swirling around in your gut. It was fifteen minutes before The Regrator would arrive. Fifteen minutes before the future of your project, and in turn your position under Dottore, would be determined.
"You're afraid," Dottore's voice was gruff, taking another sip before continuing, "he will know the moment he steps foot in here, and you'll be all the more sorry for it. He despises people who fail to keep a level head."
A frown tugged at your lips, trying to will your hands to stop their incessant trembling.
"But-"
"Don't start on that," the dismissal in Dottore's voice had you feeling like a scolded child, "Pantalone is well aware of his own hypocrisy, pointing it out will only sour his mood further."
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally trying to get all the important pointers in order. Dottore had made you rehearse those three minutes over and over to the point where you swore they must've been burned into your mind.
"Good, deep breaths. The tea is brewed to his tastes, I've handed in all reports in a timely manner as of late, he's sustained no significant losses, the beast should be as agreeable as he gets."
The sight of your rough sketches spread across the wooden coffee table made you wince. Were the measurements off? Did they even have use for a weapon like this?
It didn't look particularly presentable either, the graphite lines smudged in several places. Your fingertips brushed against them, trying to reassure yourself that Dottore had encouraged this, and he wouldn't entertain poorly thought out ideas.
"What if he refuses to fund it?"
"We've already discussed this, you retain your current position and-"
"And I can try to polish it before attempting again..."
Hail clattered against the window, the dark skies outside perfectly encapsulating your current hopes. It wasn't so much that you wanted to be Dottore's equal, you weren't delusional enough to think it possible, but the chance of seeing pride warm his garnet eyes once more had your stomach doing flips.
Before you could slip further into the trenches of your mind, you felt the couch dip and the familiar heat of his body against yours, an arm unceremoniously circling your shoulders and tugging.
"A rejected project isn't the end of the world."
Dottore gave your shoulder a small squeeze, a little too tight to be comfortable, and you had to hold back a chuckle at his somewhat endearing attempt. Resting your head atop his shoulder did help to soothe your nerves, if only-
"Can't you do the talking? You know the technical details as well as I and have more experience negotiating with him, not to mention the question of rank-"
"And how do you hope to get experience if you refuse to try? I said that I'd support you, not that I'd coddle you," there was a sternness to his voice that would've made your toes curl in any other situation, "and in the unlikely situation he brushes you off due to rank..."
Your shoulders slumped as you curled a little closer, eyes drifting back to the golden liquid swirling in the fine porcelain.
"Then I watch him drink his tea and regret it."
Dottore's fingers were wrapped around your chin before another heartbeat could pass, digging into the soft skin as he angled your head upwards, the beaked mask nearly taking your eye out.
"What?"
How you wished he hadn't put on the mask yet, seeing his eyes widen in disbelief was such a rare occurrence, and from how his chapped lips had parted, you'd wager disbelief would shine clearly in them.
"You said we'd get back at him if he was mean, so I did some preliminary work," a small chuckle left your lips along with some of the unease that had gnawed at your bones.
Right. You would have the last laugh no matter what.
"I- that," Dottore fumbled for but a moment before letting out an almost tired growl, "what did you do?"
Small giggles rippled through your body as he pushed you to the side, reaching forward to snatch a cup. You could see him bring it to his lips, this time inhaling the steam.
"I didn't poison it, not really anyway, just added a laxative."
The snort that left you was downright disgraceful, but little did you care, not when The Second jolted as he did, almost sending the cup flying before turning to you with a sneer.
"There is a fine line between stupid and genius, and this, darling, has to be the most idiotic thing you've done. We have been drinking it as well," he practically spat out the words, only encouraging your amusement.
Seeing him this frustrated was well worth the trouble of having kept the petty revenge plan secret. You simply grinned, wiping tears from your eyes as his hand tangled gently in your hair, the subtle concern for not messing up your appearance right now making your heart flutter. The punishment for keeping him in the dark would come later and be all the sweeter for it.
"It's not in it's active form, it won't work unless the catalyst is also consumed," you gestured to the plate of sweets atop the table, "so we have nothing to worry about. I haven't had any tea, so I'll eat some and offer him if it comes to it. You simply pass and we'll be safe."
The groan that slipped past Dottore's lips had warmth blooming in your chest, his hand loosening it's grasp before gently stroking your hair. Decently proud of the little insurance, you relished in seeing how his frustration died out, and the fond tone of his voice.
"Little vixen..."
You leaned into the touch of his gloved hand as it came down to fondly hold your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin.
The loud knocks against the heavy door was enough to have every muscle in your body tensing, every shred of confidence slipping through your fingers as Dottore rose to open it.
You saw him grasp the handle and look back at you, signature grin in place, baring the pointed teeth that so often left marks in your flesh.
"Well? Do we greet a Harbinger sitting down?"
Frantically you scrambled to stand at attention, nearly knocking over the table in the process, the sound of Dottore's rumbling laughter when he opened the door doing little to make your now prominent blush fade.
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Vaccinate your Casey, please? I’m not immune to the good good future boy
Me either tbh
This was another "Tales from the Med Bay" I started before getting my BTHB card.
So I know other people have touched on this topic but Casey came from an apocalyptic future where people kind of had other things to worry about besides the common cold. And while CJ's likely got some immunity against some wild stuff, his body likely doesn't have the knowledge to fight contemporary bacteria and viruses. So naturally, he needs his shots.
Problem is, CJ doesn't like needles or being stuck in the med bay. So he hides and tries to avoid the inevitable as much as possible.
This will eventually be some nice Raph and CJ bonding because Raph also doesn't like the med bay and is terrified of needles in my Med Bay series.
Here's a little bit I wrote before I got stolen away by my Bad Things Happen Bingo:
“Hey Donnie, what’s up?”
“Future Boy wouldn’t happen to be there with you, would he?”
April blinked at Donnie’s lack of greeting and glanced up at Casey. The young man looked panicked and was fervently waving his hand in front of his neck, gesturing for her to cut the call short. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.
“Yyyeeaaahhh, he’s here. Why? What’d he do?”
“Ha!” Donnie barked out a triumphant laugh down the phone line and April rolled her eyes, “Told you, Leo! He’s at April’s!” There was a bit of muffled back and forth jeering from the phone. April automatically tuned it out, glancing over at her bedroom door as Mayhem nudged it open and trotted into her room with his nose in the air,
“Okay! April! We need you to keep Casey there, okay? We’ll be there in a second!”
“Wait, what? Why?” April sputtered, turning back to Casey, “What’s he—hey!”
Casey froze in the act of climbing out her window. She’d only looked away for a few seconds and in that time, he’d managed to cross the room and open her window and already had one foot on the sill. He moved pretty fast for a sleep deprived, malnourished kid from the apocalypse.
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Quick question, how old is Seb in the boy king au when they get married, I'm asking because I was rereading the fic & directors cut from September and you said he’s so obsessed with calling Seb little. Is Seb shorter than Nando or is Nando trying to feel a bit taller when actually he is a itty-bitty war criminal kitty? If Seb is shorter but still has time to grow how badly will Nando take it
Hello! This one is much easier to answer than your other one(You're really making me think deeply, thank you 🥺), so I think I can answer this pretty quickly(hopefully)
So you've probably noticed that I don't mention actual years too much which is just bcs the timeline is so vast and I've not decided on a lot 😭. But they basically have the same age gap as modern day, so I'd say they were born in 1681 and 1687 respectively(which matches up well enough with the real world history.) Irl, the war that I'm canon divergencing away from takes place 1701-1714, so stuff regarding when their coronation and marriage happens is somewhere in there. So I'd say Nando becomes king in like, 1705 and then they marry somewhere between then and 1710(when seb ideally becomes emperor??)
So to answer your actual question. Seb is def taller than Nando by the time they get married. But in that ficlet, Fernando is obsessed with calling Seb small because he wants to make himself feel bigger!! It's less about actual height and more about power dynamics. He's belittling him by literally calling him little! And it's also about Nando being older than him. Seb became a king as a boy(hence boy king), whereas Fernando became a king as an adult so he calls him little because he still sees him as that little boy king who is too young to have that amnt of power.
They first met pretty young, not knowing what their future would be like, and didn't really see each other for a while. And so until they meet again, when the marriage plans start happening, their perceptions are: Nando thinks of Seb as some little boy king, and Seb has a childish crush. So it's very odd for Nando to suddenly now meet this kid, all grown up, and he's now taller and even more powerful. So I think Nando still associates Seb with that image in his mind, thus calling him little all the time.
Conclusion: Fernando IS shorter, and he wears heels and calls Seb little all the time as a way to cope
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