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When he tries to lean in for another kiss, however, the banker turns his face away.
“I would let you use my body for the sake of your scientific endeavours,” he says. “But my emotions…”
“Oh, my darling banker,” says Dottore softly. He tilts Pantalone’s chin back towards him so that they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “You misunderstand me. The experiment is not intended to subjugate you.” Without breaking eye contact, he sinks to his knees, revelling in the way Pantalone’s attention is fixed intently upon him. “Quite the contrary, I wish to submit myself to you.”
Signora leaves life as a harbinger behind to get married. Dottore thinks this is the stupidest fucking thing he’s ever heard. Of course it’s his responsibility to make sure Pantalone doesn’t make the same stupid mistake. And obviously the best way to do that is make Pantalone fall in love with him instead.
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- Part 1 of The Scientific Method
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Sandrone had exactly seventeen things she should have been doing in her workshop tonight. Instead, she chose to attend a cultural event.
The direct consequence of that decision involves being trapped in a private theater box with a flushed Regrator, a smug Doctor, an incredibly ruined pair of silk underwear, and a funding proposal that is being treated as foreplay.
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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