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“You would like to… what?”
At his rising panic, Dottore clarifies: “hm? Ah, let me rephrase—I would extract what makes you, you."
In an alternate universe where Dottore is not a Harbinger, Pantalone is assigned a peculiar mission by the Tsaritsa: to cultivate the mysterious Perfume Doctor's alleged "power." Soon after making contact, Pantalone grows to understand he is not the only one of them on the hunt. Alternatively: an AU heavily inspired by Patrick Süskind's 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.'
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“Do you truly think you deserve to need anything from me, hm?” Pantalone scoffs. He rolls the pads of his gloves over the entire expanse of Dottore’s tongue. “Repeat after me: no, you do not.”
“No, I do not,” Dottore says, but his voice is faint as if filtered from beyond a thin wall. His eyes remain squarely on Pantalone’s cunt, still twitching from the slightest bit of stimulation.
“Now, do you want to eat me?”
Nowadays, it takes very little effort for Pantalone to prompt Dottore to beg for him. A "request" from Twitter.
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- Part 2 of "requests"
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“You will only be confined to my laboratory for three hours per experiment,” Dottore continued, "we will check your biometrics every hour and observe your Delusion’s response. Syphoning your life force at a certain rate indicates your Delusion is incompatible and must be scrapped.”
“How intriguing. When shall we conduct the first experiment?”
“As soon as possible.”
Dottore proposes an experiment to acclimate Pantalone's Delusion to his body via his discomfort. The issue being, his first choice of variable is... odd. A bunny suit Pantalone fic.
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28 May 2026
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What matters is this, here: Pantalone jams his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth. A rosy fixture atop porcelain skin marred into creases–both from age and fire–ajar to send a protest Pantalone’s way. Before he can try, Pantalone parts his fingers and slides them to either side of his gums, exposing two rows of exquisite teeth.
And four unmistakably pointed canines.
Or, wherein Dottore summons Pantalone after work hours for an impromptu "emergency" meeting.
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The concept of hope was interesting from a financial standpoint. To manufacture dreams and euphoria was to grasp power in a way most could not fathom. To rule with fear and despair? That was mere child’s play. Perhaps though, it’s better to say that, only through the negative emotions and experiences could unfettered and unadulterated joy be realized.
For what was light without the dark, good without evil, and yin without yang? In the requiem of this cyclic world, around and around in circles they went with this impossible puzzle. Oh, to be a fool, to be a Fatuus.
In the greatest of despair, it is hope that drives you forward. In the greatest of hope, it is despair that keeps you at a standstill.
Then, it is fear that drives the most basics of instinctive human reactions. And to rule over fear was to conquer demons. To hold the entire world in the palm of your own hands.