#cicin scribbles

This one is more crack than anything but it's been living in my head rent free for some days now and I needed to write about it.

Dottore x GN!Reader

"What's that?" You ask curiously, eyeing the vial in Dottore's gloved hand. It looks harmless enough but with him that usually means whatever is in there could potentially melt your entire arm off. Or worse.

The Doctor grins, dangling the vial between his fingers. He looks quite proud of whatever concoction he mixed up this time. A new scientific breakthrough, perhaps? Your curiosity grows more and more the longer he keeps you waiting for an answer.

"This, my dear, is my new hair care formula."

All you can do it stare, too confused to respond. Did he say hair care? He spent the past days tinkering on some formula for SHAMPOO? You didn't know whether you should laugh or cry. That was so ridiculous and unexpected, there had to be a catch. Did it dissolve the user's scalp? Make their hair fall out? Could it be used for brainwashing?

"Weren't you complaining about your hair getting greasy too easily? Well, worry no more! With this formula, your hair will stay soft and shiny for a whole week. Marvellous, isn't it?"

So apparently the 2nd Fatui Harbinger really had spent days and nights on creating a new shampoo just because you once off-handedly complained about greasy hair. That was so bizarre it was almost cute. Almost. After all, you didn't know what the hell he put in there.

"Shampoo," you repeated, still completely baffled. "You made me a shampoo." Dottore grins and nods, handing you the vial. You frown at it, slowly trailing your gaze upwards until you're looking right at his face.

"It's harmless." Yeah. Those words didn't sound very reassuring coming from Dottore of all people. It's not that you don't trust him... you just didn't want to risk losing your hair overnight. That would take forever to grow back.

"Oh fine," he huffs and although you can't see his eyes, you know he was rolling them at you behind his mask. "I'll try it first."

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When you entered the lab the next morning, it was oddly silent. Some assistants rushed about, doing this or that. Some of them were covering their mouths. Curious, you stepped further into the lab and looked around for the familiar head of blue hair.

Oh.

Oh dear Archons.

"Dottore..?" You approached him slowly, cautiously. Upon hearing your voice, the Doctor turned around. Even with the mask covering half of his face you could tell he was in a very sour mood.

Now... you knew better than to outright laugh at him but the sight before was too funny. You turned to the side, covering your mouth to stifle your giggles.

"Not. One. Word."

Usually that tone would frighten you into silence but really... how could you take him seriously when his usually blue hair was a very fluorescent pink?

"Soft and shiny..." you managed to mumble these words between fits of giggles, giving him a sympathetic look when he snapped his pen in half. "It kinda suits you?"

Dottore inhales and turns around, presumably to find a subject to release his anger and frustration out on. You felt sorry for whoever his victim would be but it was really hard to stop laughing. You were lucky he cared about you enough to not punish you for laughing at him.

A very short drabble based on the small 'event' featuring Tartaglia and Yoimiya. Reader an undercover Fatui agent who has been travelling with Traveler since the Liyue incident, as ordered by their boss - Tartaglia.

Tartaglia x GN!Reader

"The... The Great Mujina Youkai...?" At first you think he's joking, but his expression is serious. You knew Childe had a soft spot for children and would go out of his way to protect them but surely he must have realised what this youkai really was, right?

Apparently you've given him too much credit. He went on to ramble about staying behind to assure the youkai wouldn't attack the others from the back, all while frowning and inspecting his weapon.

Good lord, this man was serious.

"You absolute clown-" you snorted out, covering your mouth to at least somewhat stifle your giggles. Tartaglia shot you a glare and if it wasn't for you currently being undercover, he would have said something about the way you addressed him so casually in front of someone else. You had a feeling he would get back at you for this one once this mission was over or your cover blown.

"This is a serious matter." He directs his attention to the Traveler, asking them to join in on the hunt. Your current travel companion looks a bit lost on how to respond and you catch Paimon snickering behind the Traveler's back.

After some moments of thoughtful silence, the Traveler decides to look for Yoimiya, Paimon floating behind them. Once they're out of sight, Tartaglia grabs your shoulders, turning you to face him. You grin. "Sir?"

"Don't give me that crap now," he says, moving one of his hands to your face, lifting up your chin to make you look directly at him. "You stepped out of line there. I can't let that go unpunished."

Before you have time to respond, Tartaglia's lips come crashing down against your own in a rough kiss. It's short, after all you two can't be seen like this, but effective enough as he makes sure to leave a little bruise on your lower lip.

He moves to step back but you catch his collar, pulling him closer instead. Whispering into his ear, "after this... you no longer have any right to laugh at our dear Traveler about the whole Cocogoat-Incident."

Dottore x gn!reader (if you squint real hard). Reader here is referred to a S-12 and uses they/them pronouns. I have a vague idea of a plot here so expect this to be a series of mini posts, in no particular order.

NOTE: I was a bit stuck on whether to write these in 2nd person POV or 3rd person POV with they/them pronouns for reader. Any thoughts on this? What do you guys prefer?

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The room is cold, unbearably so. The table should feel icy, burning against bare skin in a way only ice can. And yet, there is no pain. Have they become immune to the cold?

"You're oddly quiet today, S-12."

Were they not always quiet? Only making noise when it was permitted? They tilt their head, blinking at the masked figure with genuine curiosity. Dottore does not answer the unspoken question.

Some moments pass in silence, only broken by the soft sound of Dottore's pen scraping across the paper. After mentally going through the events of this day, they remember something. They inhale and open their mouth... only to stop.

"Go on. You may speak."

Dottore does not look up. "There was one extra pill in my daily medication dosage this morning and now I... do not feel the cold as much as usual."

More silence. Then, the sound of a pen being placed down, followed by a sigh; it sounds irritated.

"Looks like I need to have a word with myself about unauthorised distribution of narcotics. Which one was it?"

The tone of his voice indicates impatience. Annoyance.

"I... believe it was Delta, sir..."

"Of course," Dottore sighs, even more annoyed now, and stands from his desk, turning his attention to the closest assistant. "You. Return S-12 back to their room. I have no use for them if they're under narcotics. And you..." he turns to look at the subject still half-naked on his operating table.

"I thought I made it clear you are not to take any form of medication that I have not personally approved of for your treatment."

S-12 would speak up and defend themselves by pointing out that they assumed the medication was approved since Delta had given it to them. Really, they didn't think one of Dottore's own segments would go against his orders or act behind his back. For their own safety, however, they keep their mouth shut and merely give a nod in response as the assistant helps them off the table.