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Hiii!! I just found your blog & I am in love with your writings! Especially the yan!Dottore x doctor reader fic.

If requests are open, I wanted to ask if you could write a short fic about a reader attempting to escape from yan!Dottore?

LABYRINTH / YANDERE DOTTORE

contents: gn! reader, corpses mentioned, syringes, one face slap, forced brain surgery. word count: 0,8k.

Note: Thank you for your kind words, and I hope this one will be enjoyed by you too! 🖤

Despite your belief that Dottore has been making sure to keep his lab spotless and contamination-free, somehow, the mortuary cot you were lying on was drenched in a smell of death — you couldn’t tell if it was your mind playing tricks on you.

Keeping your body still under the cloth, to deceive a segment pushing the cot by not giving them any moving amorphous outlines was proving extremely difficult when you were scared — this was your method of escape from Dottore’s clutches, by pretending you’re a corpse, hoping to be taken to whatever part of the lab where you would find an easier exit from. Breathing was obstructed too.

Despite the distress, the further the clone strolled, the more your excitement grew. Just a few more steps, and you’ll be inside some room where they drop bodies—

The metal door was shoved open by the back of the cot hitting on it to spread two wings open, and your heart lurched to your throat from the surprise — you barely managed to stay still. Regardless, as soon as the wheels bumped and jumped on the tiles, you felt hope. Once the segment unpeels the bedsheet off of you, you’ll just need to jam your fist at the specific point and he should be knocked out. Your hand prepared, and you felt determination fill you, until…

… you heard that voice, “Did you bring them specifically?” your stomach dropped, as by the individual tone and depth original Dottore used, you recognized him. Your luck couldn’t be any worse. Out of all people doing autopsies today, it had to be the one you’re trying to leave?

“Yes, sir! They’ve been rather good at the game so far,” some segment giggled.

…

A game?

Surely a dead person can’t play a game — the implication of the segment’s words made your hair stand on your body, prickling the bedsheets from the underneath. Did they know?

Your mind quickly contemplated on making the escape before they’d remove the bedsheets, using the element of the surprise; yet it was too late as you were suddenly exposed, Dottore’s red eyes staring at you from above with both anger and amusement.

“Naughty, naughty test subject… yet also so creative, hm?”

You gasped in breath after being allowed to breathe again, albeit, you felt breathless anyway. You were busted. Both him and the segment knew you were trying out this trick from the beginning, and instead of retrieving you immediately, they dragged you here instead, for whatever reason — amusement, false hope to crush it right after, or perhaps something much worse.

Words got stuck in your throat, you frozen like a prey; which made him laugh. “You are speechless all of the sudden? Not so brave anymore?” his hand stroked your cheek, and you flinched at its coldness.

“You can leave us, now. Thank you for bringing them here,” he instructed the segment, that obeyed and left. As he did, you tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by The Doctor.

“Ah, ah, ah. Stay down. We have long hours ahead of us,” he smiled, almost grinning in delight.

“H-hours? What are you trying to do?”

“Well, shouldn’t that be obvious?” he bent down, his face close to yours, and tugged on your hair with an ugly scowl — making you cry out, simultaneously in pain and terrified if he could anything. “My favorite test subject, one I’ve been spoiling more than I should have been, being so disloyal and trying to leave. Worse than a bribed agent.”

“You were abusing me—” you attempted to protest with anger, only to be silenced with a one, nasty face slap. You gritted your teeth from the burn.

“Silence. I’m doing what I’m doing to you in name of science, and it’s not like you had much before this. Homeless, biting dirt— little pain is nothing compared to having warm food, comfortable bed, a companion like me; instead of freezing to death on the stress,” he hissed out.

He clicked his tongue when you started crying, as if embarrassed by you. “Cry all you want. Punishment is due… or should I say, adjustment.”

The word “adjustment” sounded much worse than “punishment”, if you knew the extent of his experiments.

“No, Doctor, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, I’ll make this up to you!” you begged through sobs. Dottore sighed, almost pitying you, and wiped the tear with his thumb. “Im afraid it’s inevitable. Don’t worry, if you cooperate, I’ll give you some… pain management. We’ll work on some parts of your brain, revamping it to make you more obedient.”

You trashed as he pulled up the leather straps that were hanging under the cot, trapping you in them.

You convulsed when you noticed him pick up the syringe, he containing his more of monologue than dialogue. “Of course, I have to be careful enough to maintain your personality… Yes, I don’t want you gone, just… more nice.”

As he injected you, he cooed at you, “Do not fret, you’ll enjoy a rebranded version of yourself too.”

Hello! I just came across your writings and I am in love!!! I wanted to request a sequel to "fulfill my wish", or basically a fic about how life would be like for Taron & his general!wife after they've been married for years/had kids?

a look into the future

yandere! emperor oc! x general! fem! reader.

warnings|| none, pure fluff.

reference|| you. bride at the end.

a/n|| hkjshkj thank uuu, also sorry this is a bit short, you can consider it a drabble, hope you like it!!

ironically, it was a peaceful morning, the birds singing as you sit in the wide garden. a few years ago you would have been in your room away from everything, but you had long ago accepted your life, now you're watching your kids running around playing, their voices were loud, filling the silence.

you wouldn't say that you're happy, more like peaceful, taron has somehow convinced you to give up to him, and honestly, you had planned to long ago, because whatever you'll do, you wouldn't be able to escape someone who has a hand on half of the world, especially when you're considered dead to the public.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by tulip, your youngest daughter, she was nearly seven winters of age, she came up to you pouting "my dress got torn" she said, holding her sleeve up to you.

you let an 'oh' as you examine her wrist, mainly looking if she was hurt, "do not worry about it, i will sew it."

tulip was her father's queen, he didn't difference between your kids but she was definitely a little too spoiled, he never turned her asks down, getting her what she wanted and what she didn't.

"father!" you heard theodore-your oldest son, ten winters of age-yell in excitement, you and tulip look up to see taron coming down to you, a gentle smile creeped on his face, as theodore run to him, he grunt as he pick him up, you see him ruffle his head, he kept walking in your direction, nodding along as theodore talks about something.

when they reach you, taron bent down to kiss your forehead, his touch still as uncomfortable to you as ever, but you can't withdraw, at least not in front of your kids.

he sits in front of you, theodore in his lap noticing the pout on tulip's face "what is wrong with my princess?" he asks, his hand coming to her side, getting her in his lap as well.

she show him her sleeve, "she torn her dress" theodore point out, taron pouts, mimicing tulip's expression "aww, how did that happen?" he asks, tracing the torn with his fingers "i will buy you another one,hm? do not be sad."

"no need i will sew it." you say, preventing him from bringing unnecessary items, she already has a full closet of dresses.

"now my delicate flower, no harm in buying something new, no?" he state.

you only sigh, if there's anything you had learned about him, is that he would never back down on something he want to do.

"me too father! i want something new!" theodore say, tugging on taron's clothes.

"theodore!" your protest went unheard as taron turned his attention back on his son "you want something new as well? very well, what is it that you want?", theodore stayed silent for a minute then he just shrug" i do not know but i want something".

taron laughed "oh you little rascal, fine then we shall go to the markets, today."

your children's face lit up at this, tulip pointed on you and said in excitement "can mother come along with us?", and you already knew the answer when taron's smile wavered "absolutely not, what did we discuss before? you mother can not go any step outside the castle, it is dangerous for her." he said in a scolding tone, his gaze drift to you between his words.

...however your life will change, his ways will never do. you'll be forever an imprisoned bride.

Redesigned the Archon outfits! Just for fun of course ⭐️

someone post john cena suit gangnam style depression

Hi!! I really loved your recent post featuring yan!murderer seeing y/n with their child. If requests are still open, may you please write that same scenario but with yan!mean ceo instead?

yes ofc 🙌🏻🙌🏻

also kikuo is performing near me.. and i can't go im SO SAD GUYS..

you didn't understand how he got in. you haven't seen him in three years, yet, here he was.

"is that my son?" he almost sounded hurt. you knew it was an act though. "let me see him."

"he isn't yours." your voice was full of hatred. you held the toddler closer to your chest, as he babbled.

"i know he's mine." he stepped closer, as you stepped back. you didn't want him near you. "do you take me for a fool?"

you covered the toddlers face from nicholas, you couldn't let him see his face.

"get out." you tried so hard for your voice not to crack, but you felt so weak. "you- you don't deserve anything from me."

"it's really funny," he kept getting closer, eventually causing you to bump into a wall, leaving no room for escape. "you beg me to leave, yet you hold my child."

you hated how he referred to the toddler as his.

"i can easily take him from you, forever. so, if you want to see him, you should listen to me. okay?"

you couldn't say anything.

"he looks just like me, don't you agree? and you go on about how he isn't mine."

but you never showed him his face.

Thinking about how “Dorothea” means “God’s gift”

What her mother must have prayed for when she gave her daughter this name

How, despite this prayer, Dorothea didn’t have a Crest, which led to her and her mother being thrown out of her father’s house, leading to Dorothea’s mother dying a few years later and Dorothea growing up as an orphan on the streets

How one of Dorothea’s worst subject is Faith and subsequent white magic, displaying how little she believes in the Goddess she is supposed to be a gift from

How the other student who least believes in the Goddess and later even starts a war against the Church is Edelgard, bearer of the Crest of Saint Seiros and the Goddess’ Crest of Flames

How that same Edelgard is the one person in all of Fodlan who promises Dorothea to create a world where no child’s value will depend solely on their bearing a Crest or not. A world where Crest-less children will have just as many chances and opportunities for greatness as Crest-bearing children and won’t be belittled for their luck or lack thereof at birth

How, to Edelgard, who does not believe in the Goddess, falling in love with a woman whose name means “God’s gift” feels like a delightful irony, for Dorothea is everything the Goddess and the Church have cast aside, yet she shines brighter than the sun and her passion burns hotter than Edelgard’s flames

How, to Edelgard, Dorothea is the perfect example that the Church’s belief of Crest-bearing nobles being chosen and blessed by the Goddess, making them superior to others, is nothing but a web of lies, for if that were true, the Goddess would be a blind idiot for not blessing Dorothea so despite her being just as good or even superior to most nobles

How the bearer of the Goddess’ Crest and the Crest-less “God’s gift” join hands and work together to bring down the Church that oppressed them and countless others, then build a new system from the ground up to replace the old, broken one Saint Seiros created using the Goddess’ name

Oh the irony. Oh the symbolism. How perfect they are for each other.

Silver snow was such a missed opportunity. IS should have focused more on the Edeleth conflict instead of just making a watered down VW

Pls no bulli silver snow it has edeleth angst 😭

To be clear

I love that Silver Snow is a divine tragedy.

I love that Byleth and Edelgard are both plagued by these "what ifs" even as they're perfectly poised against each other, neither of them budging from their chosen positions. That their confrontations are so charged and so personal.

I love that at every turn, Dimitri and Claude are pulled away, that your chosen path doesn't let you intervene for their lives, that you don't even get to witness what happens to them for yourself. You have set yourself apart from their war, apart from humanity, apart from anything not directly related to the Church and to Rhea.

I love that you spend months searching for Rhea, even at the expense of intervening in the war happening around you, only for Rhea herself to become a beast you must kill. I love that her own closest followers are turned monstrous and their devotion becomes their curse.

I love that after all that, you take the mantle of archbishop for yourself and take Fodlan for yourself and are hailed as the new Sothis as you rebuild the land that the Church of Seiros itself nearly destroyed, now under the banner of the Church of Seiros alone.

Did it feel good when you quietly let everyone else die and simply took their place when there was no one else left to lead? Is this what victory looks like? As Edelgard said, your path lies across her grave. What a kind and just goddess you are. Now no one can oppose you.

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