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watching a clueless knight panic and fuss over you when he comes home from a mission to see you bedridden and in pain (youâre on your period)
characters who crave affection but at the same time have no idea how to respond to actually receiving it due to the fact theyve rarely ever experienced it are my absolute favourite
I love it when y'all write Old Zandik as a perverted geezer I need moređĽš
"May you suffer under my embrace."
"Argh!"
Pantalone looks up immediately, checking his surroundings with keen observation. How dare someone trespass and interrupt a harbingers' business with fatui guards stationed outside. No one should be in the area unless a fatui agent who would identify themselves after entering to report something. For a couple of minutes, he confirmed no one entered and it could only mean...

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(Dottore and his segments x gn!reader, a bit of obsessive behavior?, 8 is platonic, rest are all implied to be romantic, reader gets injured, reader gets drugged by Dottore, possible medical inaccuracies)
Your mission was in all forms of unpleasant, though you're not really sure what to expect since it was the doctor, second of the harbingers who assigned you this.
There was apparently some weird sort of plant that grew in Snezhnaya in the most specific of locations and bloomed in the most specific of timings. Oftentimes they're buried under the snow and ice, and people step on them all too often so it ends up looking a tad bit deformed. 35 wanted to research on this one plant, believing it to have some kind of hocus pocus property that you hadn't really paid much attention to.
The segment waltzed in on you while you were using your typewriter for another mission report, gloved hands drawing invisible lines on your clothed upper arm, pointy tip of the mask prodding against your ear and with an oh so sultry voice asking you to just be a dear and grab his latest object of interest.
You never finished that report.
In any case, the amount of vines and branches that snagged onto your clothes, piercing the skin and unable to be shoved out because of course they had to be barbed. Then, when you pressed a rag against the injury, the fabric hardened with frost now that it was wet with blood. Then frost started to build up on an open wound. Just great! Thinking about how you had to bribe Pantalone just so he wouldn't reveal your predicament to the segments had you visibly shivering.
In any case, you got the plant, stuffed inside of your leather pouch, and a whole bunch of scars along with it.
Instead of just walking into the abode, you decided to just use the trees right outside to climb into Dottore's (you forgot which segment's) office. If your memory served you correct, Pantalone's office was right beside this one, and you could always just hide in his closet while pulling out the splinters that hurt like an absolute bitch.
Only, when climbing the windowsill, and nearly falling due to the build up of the slippery frost, did you realize your plan would be an absolute failure when 8 decided to walk into the office just then to pick up a notebook of his.
He looked at you, you stared at him, and you just knew that you weren't going to escape the scolding.
25's tweezer holding an alcohol-soaked cotton ball dabbed at your cuts, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the violent wince that would've wrecked through your whole body. 18, unfortunately, noticed and gave you a dirty look for apparently trying to hide your embarrassing noises, before returning his glare to 35, who was holding a test tube filled with the petals of the flowers you managed to grab.
"This is all your fault old man." Aaand that was the beginning of your never ending migraine.
"Who, me?" Remaining as nonchalant as ever, he used a syringe to pour in a mysterious liquid into the flowers, and you watched in awe as the petals began to glow.
"Yes you! Look at them, they look like they've gone swimming in a sea of cacti! Could've asked a subordinate to get the job done."
"Hey what did you just say about me-"
"You're getting far too aggravated 18, no one could have brought such a fine specimen as they have."
"Aren't you such a flatterer..." You grumbled into your cheek.
"Don't listen to his flattery (Name), I'd much rather you listen to mine. I have much better things to say about you," 25 applied a salve on your cut, and you shivered at how cold it was.
"That's beside the point-"
"And besides, they're such a recluse even though many of us segments have offered to take care of them for the rest of their life. Don't you think it's better that they're hindered like this, since they can finally spend more time with us?"
The silence might've just been a death warrant. You sighed, breath fogging the air and pinched the bridge of your nose with the arm not held in a death grip by 25.
"... You do know I'm still in the room, 35."
He hummed. "I do, but this should help you understand the gravity of the situation no? You don't even know how much you hurt all the segment's, including mine, hearts when you insist on being so independent."
"Not me though, they sometimes come and talk to me." A childlike voice interrupted, and you heard the feral hiss similar to that of a cat coming from the volatile 18.
"Shut up 8."
"Now now, we are getting out of topic," 35 swatted away all the interruptions with a smile on his face, all the while you tried to escape 25's deathly grip when he wrapped your arms and midsection with those horrifically scratchy bandages.
"What was even the topic... Oh right, it's you guys being all overprotective freaks when all I got were a few scratches!" A cough erupted your throat, and this time you let the wince take place on your face. Maybe the cold got to you worse than you thought.
"Alongside hypothermia." You're not sure which segment responded, for you were cradling your face in your palms, absolutely defeated.
"I'll be fine," you grumbled, stepping out of the operating table with only one objective in mind, getting the fuck out of this room.
... Until 35 stabbed a syringe into your neck and you fell down promptly, limbs turning to jello.
"See, my dear (Name)," amused snickers entered your hearing range, "the flowers you brought works wonders as a mild pain reliever and paralytic without causing permanent nerve damage. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to take advantage of your helplessness."
Fuck all of these crazy segments, actually.
Portrait
Zandik's hands weren't what they used to be. You find a different way to comfort him. Established OldZandik/reader. Reader wears dresses. Inspired by a post on twitter from psychxbby about nail painting and old Zandik wanting to be useful again. On AO3 here.
It was almost done. Weeks of studies, months of pain.
His joints never cooperated anymore.
Trembling, he inhaled and exhaled slow as a single grain of sand through an hourglass before gliding the thin brush over the canvas. The brush jittered, as it always did, and he cursed in old Sumerian as he tried to scrap off the excess with his knife, leaving a scar on your dress.
The eighteen-year-old Segment was a familiar experience.
He was made after the image of the first Zandik you had ever met. The you that was just a scholar studying in the Akademiya and the Zandik that was scorned by all those around him. Despite those times being from so long ago, the memories still remained vivid and close to your heart. That was the Zandik you had first fallen in love with, the one who narrowed his eyes with distrust and spat harsh words in the beginning from being ostracized, but slowly managed to let down all of his walls that revealed a vulnerable and hurt man. So, it was only natural that your heart skipped every so often around Eighteen.
It also didnât help when he seemed to yearn for your attention and yet try to push you away at the same time. Sometimes Eighteen would appear from behind, with a snide comment directed to whatever other Segment was currently occupying your time. Sometimes he would appear from your side and remark that you could be doing more with him rather than wander around. And sometimes he would be right in front of you when youâd turn the corner and bump into him, telling you to watch where youâre going as he nervously flexed his fingers.
âYou seem to pop up wherever I go,â you said one day when you visited his lab. It wasnât an accusation, more like an amusing observation, but Eighteen seemed to think you were implying something with the way his shoulders raised defensively.Â
âItâs more like you appear wherever Iâm going. Perhaps youâve been following me around, just like you did this time.â He fumbled with papers as he shot back, although it was obvious he wasnât paying attention to them, or more like he couldnât.
You're all as beautiful
As the day I lost you
Sorry for scuffed quality, I am so emotional

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