-DotyoSan-

Dottore stood by his work desk, a test tube in hand as he stared at the liquid bubbling inside the container.

He heard the door to his lab opened along with the sound of footsteps coming towards his figure.

He felt arms wrap around his torso along with the sudden weight being placed on his back, he can easily tell that it was your head that was laying against him.

"Dearest, did you need something from me?"

Dottore felt you move around him as you positioned yourself in front of his figure. Your head buried in his chest, he could see the way your hair would flutter against his lab coat while you nuzzle into him.

"Need your attention.." was your reply to his question.

Dottore let out a chuckle as he laid his chin on top of your head while he continued to study the chemical reactions of the substance he concocted in the test tube.

"I just gave you my attention not too long ago, dear. It has only been fifteen minutes. I'm certain the amount of attention I gave you earlier was enough to last a while longer."

He didn't receive any answer from you so he looked down at you curiously. Dottore could only smile at how adorable you looked when you were pouting up at him and tugging on his lab coat.

"Can't answer, hm? I wonder.. are you already low on battery so quick? Does my darling need a recharge?"

You could only nod in reply as you watched Dottore put the test tube back in its rack and remove any unnecessary equipment on his work desk, he could finish his work later.

Dottore picked you up with ease before placing you down on his desk, resting in between your legs.

He started to shower you with kisses. Kissing your cheeks, nose, forehead, and even your jaw, intentionally missing your lips.

"Dottore.."

"I know, dearest. I always save the best for last."

Dottore grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his lips pressing against yours.

You felt his hands slid down to your waist, squeezing and rubbing at the soft flesh, making you elicit a soft moan.

He slowly moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nipping at your flesh.

Dottore pulled away and stared at your face, liking how easily flustered you can get just from his kisses alone.

"You got what you needed, darling. Will you let me continue my work now?"

"Mhm!"

Dottore watched as you wrap your arms around his figure before cuddling onto him. Not showing any signs of letting go.

"You're going to stay like this while I do my work, won't you? You do know that I have to move around to get things done."

He let out a sigh when he felt you nod but still didn't let him go. Dottore gently rubbed your head, running his fingers through your hair.

"You're so clingy, darling."

"But you love my clingy side."

Dottore let out a chuckle before lifting your chin up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Alright anon^^

Dottore = Zandik^^

During the time when both you and Zandik were children. You were the one that has to approach him first.

The other kids in your hometown didn't even like either of you. With you being interested in the wonders and changes of the world meanwhile Zandik being the one to find the wonders and make the changes happen.

In short, you two were pretty much bullied and made fun of.

So to be able to approach Zandik and befriend him would take a lot of time and patience. Like trying to tame a lion.

Zandik was always rude to you. He would give you the cold shoulder and even insult your intellect. But that didn't stop you from smiling and talking to him. Even after the various insults he tossed your way, he was still surprised to see hanging around him.

Then the night happened where Zandik got chased away by the villagers.

You immediately followed the tracks and found him hiding inside a hollow tree, all covered in scrapes and bruises.

At first, Zandik was afraid you were going to rat him out and hand him over to the people wanting him dead but was instead surprised when you sat beside him and cleaned his wounds with the bandages, cloths and water you hid in your bag.

"You're not going to take me back to the village..?"

"Why would I? I think they're the monsters if you ask me."

After patching him up with the best of your abilities, you stood up and held out your hand towards him.

"Wanna run away together? I don't want to live in a village where people would hurt someone because he views the world differently than them."

You didn't expect Zandik to cling onto your stomach and hug you tight. You could hear the soft sniffles and whimpers he let out and it made your heart break into pieces. You could only hug him back and comfort him.

You two were mere children. And children who knows they aren't accepted into something they thought they were part of would leave. That's what you and Zandik did. You both left without turning back, leaving without any regret.

For Zandik however, something changed about his view towards you.

You became his light, the one who led him out of the darkness of the cruelty of the world.

"Daydreaming again? Tsk, tsk, what am I going to do with you, love."

You flinched when Zandik, now known as Dottore, flicked your forehead with a grin.

"I wasn't daydreaming, I was just thinking back to the time when we ran away as kids."

"If you want to reminisce about our time together as children then you can take Kappa with you. He's oddly clingy towards you."

Zandik wrapped his arms around your waist, his mask hitting against your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I don't see a problem with it. Aren't you that clingy back when we were kids? You wouldn't even let go of my hand whenever I was looking at the sleeping rishboland tigers."

You heard Zandik mutter under his breath as he trailed soft kisses down your neck and towards your collarbone.

"Yes, yes.. but I wasn't the one who turned on the ruin golem and got spun around the control room."

You let out a huff as you recalled the memory of you spinning inside the control room when you accidentally turned on the ruin golem you and Zandik found during your time at the Akademiya. Zandik had to carry you back to your shared home since you couldn't even walk properly.

"You should be lucky I'm married to you."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I would have told Pantalone about all the embarrassing things you did when you were just a child."

"Hmph."

You were surprised when Zandik picked you up and placed you over his shoulder. You heard him mumble something under his breath before he began to walk to your shared bedroom in the palace. Curiosity getting the best of you, you turned your head to your husband and poked his cheek.

"Zandik? What are you mumbling about?"

You yelped when Zandik leaned towards your thigh and bit down on your soft flesh.

"Children this.. children that. How about I give you children so you have something to busy yourself with, darling."

"Don't be a tease, Zandik..."

"Who says I was teasing, dearest?"

u can like write one of them or mix them both?? Like i just wanna see a fic/hcs of a grumpy dottore in his big mansion how he met the reader and stuff

Their silly moments together like the reader touching his fangs ?? WHAT IF U MADE HIM TURN INTO A SMALL BAT AND MADE READER PLAY WITH HIM pls i made so many scenarios of priest/vampire dottore and i have no one to share them with i think im gonna explode *cries* sorry if i sound messy im just so excited to talk about it

You don’t remember what led you to the mansion on the hill—maybe a dare, maybe boredom, or maybe something in your bones pulled you to it, like iron to a lodestone.

The townspeople say it’s cursed. "Stay away from the old manor," they warn. “It’s where shadows crawl and the devil waits for souls too curious for their own good.”

Naturally, you go.

It’s empty at first glance. Cold stone walls, dusty chandeliers, the smell of time lingering like stale perfume. You’re not sure what you expected. Creaking ghosts? Bones in the foyer?

You don’t expect him.

He’s seated on a threadbare chaise like he belongs there, long legs crossed, pale fingers turning the pages of a crimson book. His robes aren’t the kind you’ve seen in the chapel, but they’re unmistakably holy. Priestly. A silver cross dangles from his neck, swaying as he looks up at you.

Sharp eyes, sharper smile.

“You’re not afraid,” he says. His voice is soft, but something coils beneath it—like honey over steel.

You blink at him. “Should I be?”

The smile deepens, revealing a glint of fang. “Most people are.”

You learn quickly that Father Dottore is more than the pious figure who preaches about salvation every week. He is revered, adored, followed blindly. But behind that pulpit smile, you now see what the others don’t.

Or refuse to.

You see the way his eyes flicker gold in low light. How the devout never seem to return from their "private confessions." How pale they look when they do, if they do. How he whispers to them that their blood is holy, a sacrifice to God.

You know better.

And yet… you stay.

“You’re really a vampire?” you ask one evening, legs curled under you on a church pew while he lazily lounges where the altar should be.

“Does the blood on my breath not prove it?” he murmurs, amused, dabbing his lips with a white cloth. “Or are you hoping I’ll bare my fangs again for your entertainment?”

“…Maybe.” You lean forward, eyes shining. “Can I touch them?”

He blinks, genuinely startled. “My fangs?”

You nod eagerly.

He exhales a laugh and leans closer. “You’re unbelievable.”

You poke one with your fingertip. It’s long, elegant, razor-sharp. You grin. “They’re pointier than I imagined.”

“And you’re disturbingly delighted by that.”

“You bite people with these. Of course I’m delighted. They're basically murder teeth.”

He raises an eyebrow, and despite yourself, you start giggling. His face twists like he’s both horrified and enchanted by you.

Later, you bring it up.

“So… can you turn into a bat?”

He pauses mid-sip from his chalice, definitely not wine, and gives you a look.

You shrug. “Come on. All the stories say vampires turn into bats. That’s like, half your aesthetic.”

“I do not perform parlor tricks.”

“Please?”

His eyes narrow. You pout. He groans like you’ve just asked him to renounce divinity itself.

And then—poof.

He’s gone, and in his place is a small, sleek bat, black as pitch, with little wings curled around his body like a cloak. He hovers midair, then flutters into your lap.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, cupping him in your hands. “You’re so tiny.”

He chitters indignantly.

You cradle him anyway, cooing, “You're adorable. My bloodsucking baby bat.”

More chittering. Probably swearing.

You kiss the top of his head.

He tries to bite your finger in retaliation.

You grin.

You start visiting him more after that—sometimes in the church, sometimes in the mansion where he sheds the façade of holy silk and shows you something rawer. Something real.

He never feeds on you, though.

He asks once, during a quiet moment when your pulse thuds loud in the silence.

“I could take just a little,” he whispers against your neck, voice thick and hungry. “It wouldn’t hurt. You’d feel warm. Floaty.”

You tilt your head, offering yourself freely. But he doesn't do it. His fangs graze your skin—he groans—but he pulls away.

“I don’t want to ruin you,” he says, as if he could.

Eventually, the town starts whispering. They sense something. They always do.

But you don’t care.

You sit beside him during evening hymns, your hands brushing beneath the pages of his prayer book. You clean his bloodied robes when he returns from "confession." You kiss his fangs and tease him for how dramatic he is when he's hungry.

You cuddle his bat form like a pet.

You touch the monster and find no fear.

𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝟬𝟮𝟵. 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

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dottore is composed.

that is the lie everyone believes, and the truth he cultivates with surgical precision. every movement measured. every word sharpened. even without the mask, when it rests on the table beside him like a discarded face, he maintains control through posture alone.

Seeing the sky completely clear save for puffy clouds was a sight that still took getting used to, after all, the island that had once been there was commonplace for everyone. But now, after a long and arduous war, and centuries of preparation and loss, it was over. Celestia had been defeated, the era of rebuilding was slow yet steady, and the Fatui had disbanded shortly after their victory.

... Meaning that you and Dottore, who once had much to do and worry about, now had... very little to do and worry about. His once-important experiments had reached their peak, and what's more, you were finally free from your illness. There was no need for all-nighters spent hastily writing notes, creating new concoctions for you, tending to the darker side of his work. Similarly, the days spent in anguish and sickness had now become a memory of the past, although your body was still slowly recovering.

So what was there to do now?