A/n:this idea has been stuck in my head for so long with (35) being the most jealous segment of them all,so here are some random thoughts i had about it.i wrote this at 2 am so expect many mistakes.
warnings:slightly suggestive
Let me begin by saying that (35) is the most jealous of all the segments.Not towards the two younger ones (18) and (25) but (45) and most of all The original.
He frequently steals (45) clothes and dresses up as him.They both look the same from head to toe including their masks.So there is no way to tell which one is which unless one of them talks even then its easy to tell them apart since (45) has a softer tone unlike (35).He took full advantage of this,laying on your lap or staying in your embrace,letting you stroke and play with his hair as you whisper the sweetest words, all while you are oblivious you are holding the wrong segment.Sometimes he will be laying on the couch and thinking its (45) who is sleeping,you cuddle and sleep with him,It's unexpected but not unwelcome.
(35) went as far as to study the way (45) makes love to you,seeing him all attentive and gentle with you.Later tries to do the same when hes with you.The only reason you found out it was (35) was when you reached you to take off his mask and give him a kiss and he refused,swatting your hand discritely.
Oh but when it comes to the original,his jealousy towards (45) is nothing compared to it.What do you even see in this old fool,who is one foot at the grave,he thinks to himself.He hates to see your gaze soften and filled with love when you look at the original and him as nothing more than another segment like he isnt also Zandik.In his eyes he was the better Zandik.The one at the prime of his life and didnt have the human limitations of his normal self so why choose him.
Dont get me started that he despises the fact he has to wait for The original to give him permission to let him sleep with you or be in your presence.There was no way of a segment to feel sick but every time he saw you laying with Zandik,he will feel sick to his stomach.Biting down his tongue that poison could come out if possible.He has made his fair share of attempts to steal you away which Zandik quickly shut down.The two frequently clash with one another due to (35) constant demands and not trusting him enough to be around you.So you can imagine how happy he got when Zandik died and finally had you all to himself as he took the role of your husband.
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When you fight: 18 Who is truly trying to hold it together and not lash out at you. Your persistence of trying to help him with things annoys him to no end. Who thinks you’re getting in his way of greatness. Who immediately crumbles as soon as you are out of sight. 18 cannot stand when tensions rise and you start getting snippy with him. When you start ignoring him all together he’ll be at your door at midnight apologizing to you through it. Just let him in let 18 plead his case and move on from this whole ordeal; can’t you see how sorry he is?
When you fight: 25 Who says whatever he has to say in order to “take you down a peg.” His voice will barely raise an octave higher when arguing with you to see if you’ll backtrack from this little “outburst” of yours. Who doesn’t apologize when it’s all over. He just moves on with his day and expects you to do the same
When you fight: Omega Who is not above raising his voice at you telling you to leave the lab all together. “The lab is no place to have a breakdown” he’ll tell you. Not to mention he’ll ignore you days on end if it comes down to it. Omega, unlike his younger segment will not apologize under any circumstance. Even if he’s in the wrong he will expect you to do the apologizing. Depending on how long it’s been since the fight started he might even tell you to get on your knees and tell him why he should start giving you love and affection again.
When you fight: 45 Who doesn’t let the fight last more than a few hours at most. He’s the most level headed segment when it comes to you; only beaten by the original Zandik. He’s accidentally raised his voice at you a few times and he immediately takes a deep breath and apologizes for it almost immediately. He likes the relationship between you two and doesn’t wish to see i perish over that stupid tone of voice. He’s the fairest when it comes to forgiveness. Whenever something happens he expects whoever is at fault to apologize first, then the other will follow up with their sorries.
When you fight: 65 Who just speaks matters a factly and didn’t expect to unintentionally hurt you in the process. While he doesn’t think he did anything wrong, he’ll still apologize for it. It may take a few hours for him to say it, and it sounds like the most forced apology ever; but he rather just get this over with than let the tension linger any longer.
When you fight: 85 Who expects you two to calmly discuss the issue at hand. He has no time for mind games at his old age. If you need a breather by yourself go on and take it; afterwards he hope you’ll be able to have a quiet talk about what is going on currently. The end goal is that by the end of the night you two can be cuddled in bed together with no lingering feelings or worries about the earlier squabble.
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• You and Zandik were inseparable since Akademiya. When you were kids, you constantly clung to his sleeve to get his attention. He would pretend to get mad but deep inside he never wanted you to leave.
• It was only the matter of time when two of you started dating. He wasn't the most sweetest or the most attentive boyfriend. He was annoying, sometimes rude and snarky but everytime you needed a hug he was willing to give you one. Even if he was going to complain about it for the rest of the day.
• After his expulsion, you followed Zandik. He didn't understand why. He didn't understand why would you waste your life on someone like him. Not that he had any troubles with his self-esteem, he just knew he already was far before gone.
• He joined the Fatui later and you were still there. You watched Zandik's path full of different obstacles and couldn't help but feel proud and slightly sad. You'd get married in rainy day of November. Zandik was going to be pissed beyond measure because he spent hours trying to predict the weather with meteorology to make sure this day was perfect. You didn't care. Both of you got wet in the rain and you held him close to feel his warmth as local priest of Snezhnaya was reading prayers.
• You started to realize how much Zandik had aged and how much you did not. He noticed it too. Both of you were confused but came to the conclusion that, apparently, you were immortal and was destined to stay eternal youth.
• Firstly, Zandik was jealous of you. Then this jealousy turned into grief. When he dies, he was going to leave you alone. You, who constantly followed him around. You, who managed to keep his sanity. You, who didn't let him forget he was still a human. It was such a strange feeling to care about someone that wasn't him.
• Instead of focusing on the elixir, Zandik focused on you. He started to take your blood samples, saliva samples. Firstly you thought, maybe he was going to use you for reaching immortality. But instead, he wanted to study your immortality to be sure it's not a curse. He didn't want you to suffer without him.
•He'd never dissect you. You were probably the only good thing that ever happened to him. His sacred exception.
• Zandik grew softer with age. He became more affectionate though he would never admit it. His joints buckled, his hips hurt with deep, boring pain, his head was dizzy almost half of the time. But he still made your favourite coffee every morning, waited for you to wake up at breakfast then complain the entire breakfast about your "inefficience". Until his hands simply couldn't even hold a cup without trembling like crazy.
• You took care of him. You always made sure he didn't overwork, stayed warm and comfortable. When he got lost in time at work, you would come into his lab to cover him with a blanket and bring him a cup of his favorite warm tea. Zandik had mixed feelings about it. He knew you would have to move on eventually after he dies. But he couldn't bear the thought of you ever choosing another and forgetting about him.
• You would still love to cuddle him. He didn't mind it too. He was always cold at day yet sweated through his sheets at 3 AM which frustrated him deeply. You always just laughed it off and called him "your old hag". He still didn't came up with a cool comeback at that.
• He'd joke about his decay too, expecting you to stay. "When I'm gone, you'll have to tell my Segments I always hated their stupid haircuts. Especially 35's." You absolutely hated that and always scolded him for it, told him not to jinx it. Zandik would find dark humor in being one that leaves for once.
• He'd ask you to promise you will never fall for another version of him. Seeing his younger Segments even just talking to you while he was already old and wrinkly was... disheartening. He even thought about getting rid of them but then let it go. "I should've spent less time creating copies, and more time just... being with you."
• Before bed you still shared, he could whisper things like: "Promise you'll forget me slowly. Not at once." Or he could rest his trembling hand on your shoulder and say: "You'll watch the sun rise without me. How cruel. How... beautiful."
•He hated his wrinkles, his stupid withered body that felt like a cage. You made sure he was as loved as when he was in his 20s. Intimacy was long beyond forgotten since his spine couldn't take it. That was something he was particularly sore about, feeling less of a man. Especially Zandik felt incredibly down when he noticed you staring at Segment 8 with with quiet longing. He clutched the handle of his cane until his hands turned white.
• He'd never create a Segment of you. Because your immortality is your soul, not your body. A copy would be an insult.
• After Zandik died, he left you all his legacy, his name, his research. You didn't care about all of it. You wanted your "old hag" back. Eventually, you would have to leave Zapolyarny palace because it became a cage that reminded you of your dead significant other you could never bring back.
• Other Segments would try to use you. They didn't love you like your Zandik did. They couldn't. They would study you as the source of immortality, of Original's research.
• You'd have to live with the memory of your only friend, your best friend, your husband for the rest of eternity.
OG Zandik who is always hounding you (and Feofan) about any bad habits but refuses to acknowledge his own pocket always being full of sweets.
OG Zandik who is somehow still too proud to admit that he loves it if you fuss a little about him, adjust his scarf, help him put on or take off his coat, bring him his cane etc.
OG Zandik who reads to you in bed every night while you're snuggled up against him and refuses to stop even when you complain that he always falls asleep mid-reading.
OG Zandik who teaches you how to shave him when his hands get too unsteady to do it himself. Of course, he only relents after the millionth time you point out the places he's nicked himself with the blade.
OG Zandik who learns to play your favourite pieces on the piano and tries to teach you as well, often leading to him kissing your fingertips and just holding your hands instead.
OG Zandik who had to excuse himself to hide the fact that he was crying when he saw how gentle you were with segment 8.
OG Zandik who holds and kisses you every night like he fears it'd be the last time.
OG Zandik who can't get it up without help anymore but doesn't mind at all since he would much rather have you ride his face.
OG Zandik who boops your nose because you just look far too cute riding his thigh or boot.
OG Zandik who believes in discipline and won't hesitate to make you get in his lap so he can spank you with his cane.
OG Zandik who is still far too swift to indulge you and never lets you out of his lap after a disciplinary session before you've made a mess on his fingers.
OG Zandik who loves when you kiss him and compliments him but will never ask for it.
OG Zandik who is always telling you how lovely you are and how sweet you look, no matter if he's currently punishing you or not.
OG Zandik who has the most sensitive nipples and absolutely whimpers if you suck on them. Same with his balls.
Just a small Drabble about 18 who jerks off so. Fucking. Much.
He’s definitely the most hormonal out of the adult segments, and let’s say this is before Prime gives his segments the green light to have his lover as well.
The segments get a few breaks between experiments, and without fail every time, 18 disappears from the lab entirely. Some assume he’s just getting some fresh air, and others know much better. Once he’s gone from the lab, he’s coming back looking a little more flushed and sweaty than when he left.
He’ll lock himself away in his quarters and fuck his fist to the thought of whatever arousing fantasy happened to overtake his mind that particular day. Sometimes he thought about Prime’s lover. Sometimes Pantalone. Sometimes the other segments.
He’d stroke himself into overstimulation a lot of the time, knowing he wouldn’t really get another chance to do this the rest of the day, just fisting his poor, weeping dick until it stung to touch even slightly.
He had a nasty habit of hiding behind corners when Prime was getting sexy with his love (or, contrarily, the other segments with each other), cover his mouth, and fuck his fist to the sounds of moans and the slaps of skin coming together, imagining himself between whomever was getting him off in that moment. He wanted to fuck and get fucked so badly.
He could see himself on top of Prime’s spouse, watching his cock disappear into their needy hole while pinning their arms down to either side of the bed. At the same time, he wished that Prime would put him in his place and fuck him hard and raw while he was bent all the way over, growling in his ear about how naughty it is to eavesdrop.
His lab boners were endless too. He’d try to hide them away beneath tables or by shifting his position when he was working, but the other segments (delightfully) noticed, exchanging amused glances with one another.
They’d find cracked doors where 18, bottomless, was humping a pillow and drooling on she sheets while he whimpered different names each time, sometimes trying to finger his own hole while stroking his cock with his other hand.
18’s slutty habits were starting to rub off on the other segments, who would moan a little extra loud or fuck a little extra rough if they sensed him nearby, especially if he was eavesdropping and thought he was being slick about it.
Pairs of underwear from segments, prime, and his spouse would randomly go missing too, only to be found in his laundry covered in dried cum. The pervert was sneaking into their rooms too!
In any case, soon enough, they would finally invite 18 to join in on all the fun🥰
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I'm obsessing over the cute Plague dr and Plague nurse plushies...and it's got me thinking of Yandere! Plague dr! Dottore!!
Like, imagine you're a bright medical student, but since the plague is spreading, students are being sent to work with "real" plague doctors. Think of it as an internship of sorts. Going door to door to visit the ill.
You, poor soul, are entrusted to the eccentric Dr. Zandik, who goes by Dottore. Oh, dear God, you wish you could drop dead. Dottore enjoys visiting patients so much, putting them through unethical tests and taking "samples". He's especially eager to be there when a patient is about to die and begin the autopsy right away. Sometimes he doesn't even wait until they've stopped breathing to start cutting them open. Unfornuatly you've witnessed so many cases of his medical malpractice that you're practically an accomplice...
But maybe that was Dottore's plan all along. Maybe he'd been playing faster and looser with patients' lives ever since he took you under his wing. Manipulating you into believing he could always blame you when a patient died and get you kicked out of the akademiya. So you stay and keep your mouth shut. And let him squeeze your body closer to his and nudge your head playfully with his mask beak. You play the dutiful nurse to the mad doctor. Letting him pull you onto his lap and kiss your cheek and neck as he writes up the records for the week's death toll. You close your eyes as the candlelight flickers and his lips suck an especially sensitive spot below your jaw. Pretending you don't see the horrifically high number of patients deceased under his care...
Can I ask for a Dottore x reader cute and romantic moment? Like moments where he acts like such a gentleman for reader or any other ideas you have! Only if you’re okay with writing it of course ❤️❤️❤️ I do love your writing so much omg! It’s so beautiful and always leave me with this fulfilled feeling ❤️❤️❤️
໒⦂ ..𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍!
notes. hello anon! thank you so much for the request and for the kind words, i’m so glad to hear that! for your ask i’m gonna dump some headcanons for the moments, hope that’s cool!
genre. fluff + hurt / comfort
dottore x gn!reader.
⌗ alright not a headcanon but i think that slut ( taylor’s version ) definitely fits this bc truly in a world of boys, dottore is a gentleman<3 okay now onto the actual headcanons and romantic moments🗣️
⌗ he’s quick to throw his fatui coat around you even at the slightest of breezes. the last thing he would want is for his poor lover to end up with something as silly but sometimes fatal as a cold, and he was not about to allow that on his watch! he can either be quite nonchalant about it, or he’ll be sweet with it — allowing his gloved fingers to linger on your shoulders while his head leans against yours.. augh..
⌗ if you’re having trouble putting an article of clothing on, he’s already there to tighten any straps, buckles or laces that needed to be pulled together, fixing your bows, tying your ties, helping your arms through the holes of your coat — everything. at the first sight or hearing something clatter to the ground, he’s already there assisting wherever you needed him to.
⌗ if it’s late into the evening or early into the morning, he’ll either pluck the brush from your grasp to brush through your hair — no matter how long or short it is. and if it’s not brushing that needs to be done, he’ll help with putting it together either for you to sleep comfortably with your hair, or with styling for the day. his hair has gone through plenty of phases, and for the most part he can deduce what you need — however your input is always invited.
⌗ injured yourself in any way? the doctor is already assessing your condition, cleaning up wherever you hurt yourself and patching you up with a little kiss on the spot that hurts once he’s finished, if walking is something you’re unable to do, he’s sweeping you off your feet no matter how much you protest. how dare you think he can’t carry you? of course he can, and he very much will.
⌗ there’s a formal event that needs attending? whether it’s one that you have been invited to or him, maybe even both, you’re always there as a unit. he’s escorting you in by the arm, making sure to be within reach in case you wore any shoes that were difficult to walk in, but also because he wants everyone to know not to mess with you. and in the event that they make you uncomfortable in any way, say if he walks away for a second to get you a drink or snack you were eyeing, unless he was being called over by a colleague, trust he’s already back at your side with an excuse at the ready, and a mental note of who he needs to take care of when the party’s over.
⌗ in the meantime, he’s dancing with you along the pristine floor, background noise and characters drowning around you as he holds your gaze. to him, nothing else existed in that moment but you and the music that was scripting your movements in conjunction with his own. and if you feel insecure in any way about an inability to dance, he’s making sure to teach you as you go or keeping it as a sway for ease if you still want to try but do something a little more simple to follow. either way, he’s eating up whatever he can get with you.
⌗ you miss the warmth and seasons apart from winter? say no more, he’s got a garden waiting just beyond one of his facilities just for you, treated with utmost care for the day you would one day express being in nature. in a small unit, he has a basket stored with a picnic blanket for you both to sit on and share the spread that either you both have prepared or that he bought earlier in town while you picked out what you wanted. and if the garden is too little, he’s already offering to take you outside of snezhnaya. preferably anywhere that wasn’t sumeru, but considering the most beautiful flora came from there.. he was willing to make that exception if needed. besides, he had you this time around, so perhaps newer- nicer memories could be made in the nation that rejected him years ago.
⌗ if you’ve fallen asleep anywhere but your bed, trust he’s already picking you up off of wherever you had passed out, and is bringing you right into your comforters to tuck you in. and if he’s making any attempt after that to return to his work while your hand tugs at his clothing, he’s surrendering without much reluctance to being tugged into bed with you. whether that’s to curl up to his chest or pull him on top of you as a weighted blanket of some kind, he’s letting it happen.
⌗ dottore, even if he doesn’t explicitly express it, is your number one supporter. whatever your line of work, research or passion might be, he’s there for it every step of the way. whether it’s an event you need him to come along for, supplies you might need, troubles that need dealing with — anything. he’s there to help even if you don’t need it, because he wants to see you succeed and not be held back like he once was.. unless you’re overdoing things, then he’s hovering over you like an overly concerned doctor for his patient..
⌗ if you’re having trouble sleeping or simply glancing with fluttering lashes between him and the piano, dottore will happily play for you without much convincing ( unless he’s feeling a little teasing.. ). the piano has always been something quite private for him, with only a select few having heard him play, but he’ll always lift that pristine cover to play you a piece. and whether that is for you to lean against him while he plays, dance, sing or hum along to the melody — he’s perfectly content to provide the music. alternatively, if you wish to play with him or be taught, don’t worry, he’s happy to place his hands over yours and teach you a piece or two.
⌗ if he’s up before you, he always makes you something to drink in the morning — whether that is coffee, tea, juice — or even some water. he always makes sure to have a glass ready of whatever next to his for you to both have upon waking up. and if you like to sleep in, he usually leaves it ready for you to make yourself whenever you get up, or if he’s present and hears you wake up — he’ll prepare it.
⌗ his voice is so soothing okay, i’m gonna glaze the hell out of it, so if you just wanna hear him yap — he’s very much happy to. even if it’s about something you don’t quite know about, he’ll ramble. or if you want him to read for you, he’s pleased to do that as well.. but let this be at your own risk depending on the content of the literature lol
⌗ oh there’s a downpour or snow? he’s got the umbrella out and ready to hold out for the both of you to share. he doesn’t want you getting sick, after all, and if you’re worried about your hair or clothing, then he’s worried on your behalf, and taking the necessary precautions to ensure it’s not sullied in any way.
⌗ he won’t say it, but he loves to hear his name whenever you say it. granted that was an identity he threw away long ago, but when you asked him so sweetly if he would be okay with you calling him that whenever you were alone, how could he refuse? it sounded so lovely on your tongue, and for the first time- he didn’t feel any bitterness hearing it.
⌗ for whatever reason you always begged for him to remove his mask, and although it was such a silly thing to ask, he found himself wearing it less around you after witnessing the way you looked at him as though he’d hung both the stars and moon in the supposed false sky. you called him pretty, showering him with praises on how beautiful and handsome he was when you were just as much if not more than he was.. but it made his chest flutter a little anyway, if only to find you gazing at him with such adoration in your eyes.
⌗ if you’ve been having a hard time and you need a shoulder to cry on or to get something off your chest, here’s there to listen. maybe he isn’t the best when it comes to these things, but i’d like to think that he’s still relatively informed on how to comfort a person — or he’ll make sure to educate himself on what to do to ensure that you’re taken care of and feeling better. he’ll listen, hold you if you want him to, allow you to squeeze his hand if that’s what helps, or he’ll bring you something to eat; anything you need, he’s doing his best to try and return your happiness to you, and silently plotting against whatever or whoever dampened your mood.
notes. he’s so wife.. augh, i want dottore so bad it makes me stupid💔 anyway thank you again for the ask, anon! i know these are on the shorter side but i hope they fulfilled the itch<3 every time i thought i was done i kept adding another omg.. im down awful.
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ugh i think abt him taking your hand when you two are sitting together somewhere, pulling it in his lap and lacing your fingers between his. dottore loves feeling your wedding band against his grip and will take any excuse to hold your left hand for that reason alone. it’s almost reassuring to him - you chose to marry him, to spend your entire life with him. that was more than anyone’s ever cared to do and dottore is never not thinking of that.
omg ugh and dottore’s sooooo possessive of you too 🤤 you can feel it in his very presence beside you. a firm hand on your waist while others are near. a hand on your leg when you join him on business dinners with his colleagues wondering eyes. it's especially blatant when he tells you to cry his name more while digging inside you, two fingers bringing you to your nth orgasm of the night. the sound of your shrill voice exclaiming his name over and over only makes him grin salaciously and continue his ministrations, selfishly keeping you spread open just to satisfy his own hunger.
husband dottore too who just knows how to overwhelm you with his body. strong legs that he invites you to grind on while he words, a hand on your hip while you straddle and hump his thigh. he likes holding you against the wall his his own body while your legs wrap around his hips, allowing him to grind himself into you. he especially likes to use the weight of himself to fuck you deeper in the sheets, practically laying on top of you while his unforgiving cock pummels your gummy insides. it's just so addicting feeling you submit to him, why not let him fuck you a bit longer like this??
at the end of the day, dottore is everything you can ask for in a husband. as possessive and domineering as he could be, he's your chosen lover for a reason. days would pass where he would lay upon your chest and ramble about theories and ideas he's yet to get approval to explore. he tells you stories of nations old, of cultures and languages and lands unheard of to most scholars. while he spun colorful stories of yonder for your busy brain to relax with, you were his sole light in this wretched world. the only thing he ever felt himself truly care for. you make his heart beat like no other, warming his chest with a feeling that a man like him didn't deserve. for you and you alone, dottore is a man who dedicates himself to your endless happiness and protection - if he had to wipe every god from this land to keep his pretty wife safe and happy, he would do so with a smile. someday, dottore would be able to call himself a god of his own, and his hand was already taking yours to join him.
