Hii everyone (◕ᴗ◕✿) you can call me Nini! I would rather keep my age anonymous. Keep in mind, that I'm kinda a slow writer sometimes and English isnt my first language so, I can't guarantee you all that my Grammer would be perfect or decent enough!! D: also my way of describing events in fics aren't that great and kinda straightforward, so it might be a bit boring to you :(
We can also become writer moots! ^^ 13+
I'm Malaysian btw, which means I write for:
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ┈ Mechamato 。 🕊️
࣪𖤐.ᐟ ┈ BoBoiBoy Galaxy 。 🐻❄️
𓏲𝄢 ┈ Genshin Impact 。 🦢
ʚɞ ┈ Honkai Star Rail 。 💌 (tho I'm not very familiar with its lore and characters yet!)
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ┈ The Owl House 。 ☁️
Things I write about! :D
◜◟☆ fluff ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) ☁️
◜◟☆ angst ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) 🌧️
◜◟☆ lemons ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) (only for 18+ characters!!) 🍋
◜◟☆ little one shots ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) 🦢
◜◟☆ ocxcanon! ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) 🐻❄️
◜◟☆ female characters ! ➵ ˳ᴗ ᴗ) ⛄
Big no no's!! ❌ (Things I won't write)
꒱ Incest ⊹.*
꒱ R*PE ⊹.*
꒱ MINOR lemons 🍋 ⊹.*
꒱ pedophilia (kidxadult) ⊹.* ❌
꒱ male reader ⊹.*
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Hiii can I request a fluffy fluff dottore x f!reader? In which the reader is an angel and has a halo and wings, also she's Dottore's secretary (or personal assistant)? Pretty pls accept my request I need this troupe done more 😩
Yandere Dottore x Angelic! Reader
A/N: Of course you can gorgeous!! Thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3 , sorry this took AGES im afraid uni has been beating my ass and i had to get a j*b this summer </3 having money is nice and all but i can't believe im gonna have to work for the rest of my life, i should be out frolicking in a meadow somewhere, not working a 9-5.
There had been whisperings among his men that a new recruit had very unique features, unlike anything seen before. Dottore is a man whose thirst for knowledge came before all else. Adventurers from that damned guild place discovery above all else and are revered for it as heroes, Dottore too prioritises discovery over even the sanctity of human life and yet he was reviled and outcasted yet in spite of it all he remained ever curious. When he hears several officers discussing you he cannot help but indulge the nagging curiosity distracting him from his work
When it comes to his attention that you have these unique features he is very curious about you, were you part adepti? Did you have some relation to the heavenly principles? Perhaps you were a yokai from Inazuma? A thousand theories flood his mind, each one more disjointed than the last. He is half tempted to strap you to the operating table and cut you open, to pull you apart and see what forms you. Every vein and artery, each inch of flesh, every feather of your wings, every mole and scar and bruise and wound must meet the discerning gaze of his scalpel. You must feel the cold bite of his steel across your flesh. Let him break you down and build you up once more in his image. Once you have been remade once again, this time with him knowing each nook and cranny of your being, will he know satisfaction.
The atrocities committed under his stewardship would doubtlessly incite the wrath of the divine, he mused for days on the possibility of you being an extension of the heavenly principles sent to spy and observe the endless preparations in place for the ever approaching war against divinity. You may not even be conscious of the fact that you may simply be a pawn in the God’s games yet should his theory be proven he could not allow you to live. He would make an incision into that soft flesh of yours and… as he began to think again about his plans to repurpose you, the urge to wince at the thought of plucking those wings was overwhelming.
His reluctance to harm you only drives his spiral of interest further. The level of empathy he is able to extend was near non-existent, it has to be in order to fulfil the Tsaritsa’s vision for the future of Teyvat. The doctor had long forgotten how it felt to falter or yield and yet he cannot bring himself to harm you. He has watched you for weeks now, day in day out. Reports detailing your daily routines have piled up on his desk. All it would take would be a word and some skirmishers would force you to your knees before him and he could do as he pleased yet he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted from you. Perhaps he could rip that halo right off your head but then… what would he have? A meaningless ring of light? What would he stand to gain from harming you other than your resentment? Why would he rip you apart when he could keep you intact? Does he truly need to pull you apart to possess you or can he keep you his and whole? As each new day passes he finds himself less and less inclined towards gaining your resentment. Of course he ponders on how you may react to different stimuli but actually inflicting such distress upon you is something he will not entertain.
He is tormented with thoughts of you. What to do with you? Are your wings more or less sensitive? If he ran a hot poker or an ice shard across those delicate wings would they twitch? If he pressed gentle kisses to where the delicate expanse of your back blossoms into a delicate field of white plumes would you appreciate the restraint it takes for him to treat you with the gentleness he thought had long gone since disappeared from himself. He decides the only way to try and tame these conflicting thoughts is to bring you into his service. He must demystify you. Once he gets to know you he will realise that you are just as pathetic as the rest of humanity and he can return to his experiments without any unnecessary distractions.
Both his fellow harbingers and his subordinates were surprised to learn about Dottore bringing someone into his service. In his over 500 years of being a harbinger no one could seem to recall Dottore entrusting his work to anyone but himself. Of course Dottore will not permit you to assist in his experiments (If anyone asks he will insist it is to prevent sensitive information being leaked, in reality he frets over the possibility of you coming to harm), instead assigning you menial paperwork and administration to complete as he finally returns his attention to his long-neglected experiments.
Unfortunately for the second harbinger, your close proximity only exacerbated the issue, seeing you perched on a desk in the corner of his eye was nothing short of captivating. The faint glow of your halo illuminating your features and casting a warm glow over you even in the cold, dim lights of his laboratory, the way your wings gently fluttered as you adjusted in your seat, watching your delicate hands scrawl countless correspondences, the sound of your gentle breathing.
Much to Dottore’s chagrin, he is besotted. He simply cannot cast you out of his minds despite his efforts. He entertained sending you away to some inane mission in the furthest corner of Inazuma to collect seashells, nothing dangerous of course, but he knows that distance would not remedy this illness you have inflicted upon him and the thought of sending you from his side leaves his hands trembling and ears ringing.
It was maddening, he cannot recall a time in which he felt such emotions, not even in his youth (much to the disappointment of many of his classmates) and most certainly not now that he was the mighty second harbinger. His power rivalled that of Gods and yet the thought of this delicate being could bring him to his knees
Initially he didn’t realise what he felt for you was romantic. He understood his fascination with you on a purely scientific level, you were unlike any woman he had ever met before, not just in regards to your physical attributes but also the warmth you seemed to exude, the tenderness in the caress of your hands over his as you handed him the letters sent from his subordinates. However he is eternally a practical man, he has yet to encounter something that he cannot produce a logical explanation for. As such he is able to observe the speeding up of his heart when he hears you call out for him, he takes note of the warmth that spreads to his cheeks when you look up at him, the way his eyes always seem to fall to your lips, the fact that his thoughts to you extend far beyond what he feels for any of his test subjects, how he frets over you when you part from his side. Looking at the facts of the matter he cannot deny the facts, despite his desperation to hide from the truth
Nearly paralysed by his constant thoughts of you and your wellbeing he realises there is only one diagnosis that will be able to get this out of his system. He must possess you in your entirety lest he be driven even more mad from deprivation of your presence. He will not permit a drop of your celestial presence to slip between his fingers and into the lap of some unwashed vagrant who thinks themselves worthy of his beloved's unending patience. He alone is worthy to stand side by side with your divinity and sup from the goblet of your tenderness greedily.