Fever dreams - Dottore x Pantalone

Feverish state

Dottore wakes up in a weird cold sweat. Pantalone wasn't with him but that was the least of his concern. Dottore, when he woke up, felt hot and bothered. He felt a strong desire to stay in bed and do nothing yet felt another desire to go towards warmth, he didn't even want to work he felt so sick.

Dottore considers his option before settling on the most inhumane option, that he's been poisoned in his sleep. Dottore rushes up and sniffles before a wave of dizziness crashed down onto him "ugh.." he sniffled again and walked out of his room to search for Pantalone while going through a list of common poisons in his mind but his symptoms were to vague yet so specific to land on a certain type.

Dottore barged into Pantalones office and shouted obnoxiously "My love I've been poisoned!" He looks at Pantalone and Pantalone looks at Tartaglia who was standing by his desk, presumably asking for extra funds, Tartaglia looks like he is going to burst out laughing and Dottore sends him a death glare. "Er, Childe. You'll have to excuse me for a moment." Pantalone stood up and made his way towards Dottore with an angry and annoyed look in his eyes "yeah yeah yeah! Take y-your time!" Tartaglia spits out as he laughs

"What, Dottore?" He scolds the doctor "can't you see I'm doing something important!?" He semi yells. Dottore frowns and looks down at the black haired beauty "I think I've been-" Dottore sniffles and wipes his nose "poisoned," he finishes. Pantalone looks unimpressed and scoffs. He presses his hand to the others forehead and draws away after a few seconds "aren't you a doctor? You just have a fever darling." Pantalone begins to calm down but still kept an annoyed glint in his eyes. Dottore rolled his eyes "I don't get sick." He scoffed "did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asked sternly before turning to tartaglia who was still laughing his ass off "Childe, we will have to cut this meeting short." Pantalone said simply but before Ajax could respond Pantalone was being dragged out of his office by Dottore who flipped Tartaglia off before they left

As Dottore pulled The rich man to his private quarters he began mumbling something

 "stupid ginger..stealing all your attention." He scratched at the room door before Pantalone opened it for him "are you dizzy? Sit down." He said and pointed towards the now shared bed "sit down with me," Dottore asked as he leaned back in the couch and sniffled once more "no." Pantalone responded, as he shoved a cup of water into his hands. "Drink."

Dottore took a moment to intake the cups details before taking a sip and immediately pulling it away and chucking the glass of hydro against the walls. Pantalone flinched as the cup hit the wall and shattered into pieces "I'm taking that out of your paycheck." He notified Dottore and the teal haired man pouted "it was just a" he was interrupted by a sneeze "just a cup." He finished his sentence.

"Too bad." The man sighed and rubbed his temple "what am I gonna do with you?" He questioned. Dottore stood up and practically threw his body onto the other and pushed him into their bed "no questions, cuddle me." He demanded, Pantalone sighed and tried to break free from the seconds hold "let me go." He thrashed like a fish out of water but The doctor stood his ground "NO." The doctor shouted and held Pantalone closer "mine." He began speaking "mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." Dottore kept repeating the same phrase, mine, Pantalone was extremely flustered, "Unhand me!" He begged and yelled but was silenced with a kiss "shh.." the doctor stroked the others cheek and admired him before he removed his mask and threw it to god knows where and put his chin on top of Pantalones head "You're gonna get me sick." The Banker protested but received no answer.

After a while the banker fell asleep and snored lightly.The doctor played with the others hair as his thoughts raced. He was convinced that he had been poisoned. He didn't know why he suddenly started being all gushy with Pantalone but he didn't mind, also speaking of the beautiful banker, he wondered on the possibility that he just had a fever, like the banker had said.

His mind then wondered to Childe, the young ginger harbinger. He didn't understand why he felt so jealous of him when he was just talking to Pantalone, but it didn't matter. The banker was his. His, his, his, his. He repeated the phrase in his head. He yawned and sniffled and nearly sneezed, but was too afraid to wake the banker. 

Dottore grunted. And they had a fatui meeting tomorrow, not like it mattered. He just needed to rid his body of the poison before tomorrow..maybe after Pantalone wakes up though. Yeah,

A/N: ight this was wayy to short for my liking but whatever, anyways fluffy Pantalone x Dottore go brrr?

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