•~DOTTORE X READER~• His newfound expriment

Shock

What would you do if I wrote a side book of dottore smut one shots

Oh yeah I'm auditioning for frozen at my school ik I'm so cool
Edit:wassup emos I'm back and also for frozen I was young Anna it was so fun lmao
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"Get off me!" Y/n screamed, pushing Dottore off, her face drenched with tears and sweat. "What we're you trying to do? Kill me?!" Dottore Just responded with his hands up innocently.

"Now, why would I do that? Dear, I think you see that I'm more classy than that." He said, his eyes blinking profusely as he humored you. "You know, you seemed pretty stressed while you were asleep, were you dreaming of me?" He purred at you, rolling your eyes.

The room you were in deeply reminded you of your old hometown, mondstadt, the walls that warm cream color everyone had, even the bed felt the same, heck, it smelled like mondstadt, but this isn't home this isn't this isn't this isn't this isn't this is-

"So how do you feel, dear?" God can you just shut up please please please I don't want to see you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.

I just curl up on the floor, tears falling silently, staining my skin with pain with nothing.

Dottore is smiling.

At me.

I hate him.

I glare at him. Glare him down. Who would ever do this?

"Dottore.." he snaps up at his name. "What's going on? What's going on? God what's going on just please tell m-"

"Please don't cry dear. I don't need you crying right now." His words are gentle and comforting and soft like silk and slow and soothing and it scratches my brain just right. Like a snake.

"Was it you. Who I heard." I don't care if he doesn't understand, I have to know. He parts his lips, considering.

"Yes." I know this already. That dream was too real. I hated the feeling of power the feeling of being given like I was weak so weak. Weak like me that day that storm that sand that voice. "It was so odd. A girl fell from the cliff," he pauses, "And survived." .

I want to say I wish I didn't I want to say so much. I just want to talk to someone.

My life wasn't easy, it wasn't fun, I was treated as an outcast, so dehumanized I felt like a monster. I had every chance to die, not a chance to live, just a monster. And it was because I existed, that they hated me. My mear presence brought down everyone. I was a burden brought to my parents, a dead husk of thought, no one ever looked my way, I was beat, ridiculed, starved, maybe even dead. I always considered how it would feel to feel dead. To be so pained everyone regretted my pain my sorrow my agony. But I knew that'd never happen. God damnit I need to talk to someone, anyone.

"What's your favorite color?" I don't know what else to say. I hope he dies.

"I don't have one," of course he doesn't. My eyes are fixed on the floor. The floor looks too much like the one at that house, the house that my blood is everywhe- "but I know yours. Your favorite color is deep blue, navy, even. You live in mondstadt in the far corners of it and you really can't tell when you're being poisoned." He chuckles at his sore joke.

Oh. That's right. He kidnapped me.

It's spinning the room. I'm spinning. Like I'm being thrown off a cliff again to die and I'm alive again but different because I will die I will die I will die. But I'm crying and he's petting me like a sick animal and whispering into my ears that I'm okay and I want to stop him but I won't can't because no one has ever made me feel like I'm okay and I tell myself I'm not okay cause I'm not and I hate him I hate him and need him out because I hate him I hope he blows up.

"Get out. Now"

"All so sudden dear?" He whispers.

"Now."

"Of course. See you soon y/n." And he actually leaves like every-

Im tired.

...

Im wearing a silky smooth sleeping set, it's so black, dark enough that I could collapse into it and become a pit of nothing. So dark I find some comfort in it when I'm reminiscing and confused on everything.

My legs really hurt.
God I'm so stupid

I can't escape this place, this beautifully wretched place. It makes me want to cry because I don't know what's going on, most importantly, where the fuck are my friends?

Lumine POV

It's been three days. Three days since y/n was taken by Dottore and I'm pretty sure she's dead. I've accepted this and while the others haven't. They've discovered more about Dottore;

He's the second fatui harbinger
He experiments on harmless people
He's killed people
He has blue hair
He kidnapped y/n
He's a psycho
He killed y/n

And it's interesting. How little we know about what actually happens to her that I act want to know. I never do.

Fishcl has stopped speaking. Hmm. Poor child

She thinks y/n is alive.

Y/n pov

I think I've ripped out all of my hair. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going to die and I hate it. I hate it hate it hate it. I feel like a child too. I'm in shock, I think.

"Y/n?" I jump. It's Dottore.

He has a plate of hot food and is walking over next to me and I can only manage one word right now.

"Jackass." He frowns at this and cuts into the platter of an entire pig, stabs a hunk with a fork and tells me to open my mouth. I'm so hungry I could eat a cow I could eat him I could eat the walls I want to eat the walls. "Why the fuck should I?"

"Because I'll kill you if you don't, dear" I feel stupid, like a baby. I open my mouth.

This food is amazing. Like really good. It's melting in my mouth and mixing with it and the texture is so soft and sweet it's like I've just died and was brought back to life by a dead fucking pig lathered in oil it I don't care. I don't care if a thousand people died to make this. I shouldn't eat it.

But I do.

I haven't eaten in so long it feels like I could drown and be happy oh and dottores here. Feeding me.

God damnit.

He chuckles at me and I hate it. I feel humiliated.

"Love, you don't have to be embarrassed with eating." He tips my head up to him and he's smiling one of his crazed, psychopath smiles again. It's fucking creepy.

"Go get changed. I'm taking you outside." Outside. God I feel so deprived of air it's scary the thought of going outside despite the fact it's been just a little since.

But why would he take me outside? Why?

Dottore brushes my cheek with his leather gloves before getting up and opening the door. He doesn't stop looking at me the whole time.

"And you won't be able to escape." He smiles, and leaves. Again.
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