#web dottore

[sneakysnekoden]

what can I say? me at my peak

[churrybapis]

MWHAHAH

MORE DOTTORE, MOREE

[silvainfox]

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Waiting for Nod-krai moon lore while also being confused like:

(I genuinely have no idea what direction the game is going. And while I am happy to tackle lore-heavy matters at last, I sincerely hope they won't drag out the story just to prolonged the game before Snezhnaya. That, and, they better not pull another "power of friendship" bs against the Harbingers or Tsaritsa lol)

[samkkiwi]

they just wanted some pizza ;( 🍕

[boxocats]

tbh webcomic dottore is hotter than in game dottore... how embarrassing bc how does it feel to be outdone by a man with a pink bowtie

[kikun]

you could have. so many arms.

❝ spiders are your specialty, not mine. ❞

[endursent]

Hi Ma’am! I’ve recently come across your “my partner turned into a cat” series and it’s wonderful. I was wondering if I could request something similar where reader turns into their partner’s favourite animal? Preferably with Kaveh, Neuvi, and Dottore (if you write for him). If not, that’s all good. Have a nice day!

【 content; established relationship , humour , gn!reader , temporarily turned animal (reader) 】

【 characters; il dottore, kaveh , neuvillette 】

【 note; i haven't actually written for dottore before strangely enough considering how much i love him, so it might take a while for me to get his personality and mannerisms down... thank you for the ask! 】

【 word count; 1.454 | masterlist 】

Il Dottore;

Never had you considered what his “favourite animal” is, mostly because you’re convinced Dottore doesn’t have a “favourite” anything—his interests are too unpredictable and subject to change at any moment. 

  Though you should have seen it coming that one day, his experimentation would strike you—thankfully you’re not dead, you’re luckier than some assistants that have been zapped a time or two and carried out in body bags. However…

  Why are you a fat little platypus, and why does he seem so excited about it?

  You look absolutely ridiculous, you imagine—and feel, having four legs and a beak is peak body horror that is unfortunately eating at your brain right now. And yet, Dottore picks you up like one would a cat and dangles you in front of him with both an excited and thoughtful expression. “How unexpected—and interesting. I made little change to the formula…” he plops you down on the table next to the damned formula he had been adjusting… never will you inhale “experiment fumes” again. Not that you’re supposed to be doing so in any case.

  “A fascinating specimen indeed,” he pokes around your fur and you shake yourself, but he is relentless with his prodding! “One of the few mammals capable of electroreception! I wonder if you've maintained those sensory capabilities... This requires immediate testing."

  He doesn’t leave you alone for a single second that you’re like this, always either checking something—one time you were freaking out about the fact that you had no idea how to eat or drink like this… and Dottore took out a notebook and tried to get you to bite his fingers to “test the venom”... you bite a bit harder than he likely bargained for. 

  Dottore does try to “help” in his own way, while he brainstorms how to turn you back, he creates a “suitable habitat” with burrowing zones and a “pool”. He means well, but he’s also using it to observe you like a specimen so you kick up dirt and splash water on the floor and tables in spite.

  Out of anyone, Dottore is the fastest to get you back to normal… or he could, if he wanted to. But he kind of likes seeing you waddle around trying to walk with webbed feet and seeing you knock your tail into things and make weird noises. He has plenty of experience pressing your buttons and what makes you tick as a human, why not enjoy a new side of you?

Kaveh;

He’s more traumatised than you are when one moment you’re standing next to him—and the next there’s a random ass deer there. He looks around and searches for you frantically, thinking you might have fallen into a creek or rolled downhill… very unaware of that same deer following him around and trying to get his attention. 

  He does love deer, he thinks you’re unimaginably cute but also kind of silly in the way horses are silly but not huge and terrifying. 

  Kaveh almost needs you to headbutt him for him to realise that you are, in fact, in front of him and not soaking around in a nearby river hanging out with the frogs. Thankfully, he’s smart enough to put two and two together after he snaps out of it—but now he’s just confused.

  How? You had just been right there! There wasn’t even a rustle of leaves or anything!

  In any case, he needs to get you back to the city… you walk like a human in a deer suit, unused to the long four legs and strange join positions—and as soon as you enter his and Alhaitham’s home (after getting your antlers caught in the door like an idiot if you have those) you suddenly stop. 

  “What is it?” Kaveh peeps from behind you, confused as to why your ass is just standing in the doorway.

  The house has hardwood floors.

  He doesn’t realise this, of course, and gives your behind a firm push—only for you to slip and slide and nearly tumble inside like a freshly born animal. Kaveh rushes in behind you, apologising for nearly knocking you over and trying to make sure you don’t fall against anything and break things… Alhaitham would never let him live it down if he saw this.

  It’s not exactly easy to… navigate this, you’re not a small animal nor are you yourself particularly knowledgeable about your new proportions. 

  He can barely stop himself from continuously stroking your fur and feeding you crunchy things to be able to watch you munch on them. It does kind of kill the fascination he had with deer, as he’s never really interacted with them so closely until you happened to become one.

  You follow him around like a lost puppy, even as he had a very important client meeting—you didn’t let him get away… and thus, Kaveh had to improvise a bit. 

  The client, an older woman, squints at you standing slightly behind Kaveh and trying to munch on the blueprints in his hands (you haven’t had food for two hours, which is disastrous with this huge stomach you have now). 

  Kaveh clears his throat, pushing your snout away. “Yes, we can change the—no, you see, this is… yes, it’s okay, this is just… a friend.”

  He has no idea how to explain this so he just chooses not to. “Anyway… about that garden idea, if we put a patio by this side—”

Neuvillette;

You can’t believe he’s keeping you in a bowl. 

  Somehow, and for some reason, when you had accompanied Neuvillette for an evening walk along the seaside just outside of Fontaine’s walls—you had stubbed your toe on a shell that stuck out of the ground, and with a sudden zap… you had turned into a blob.

  Neuvillette looks up from his desk as he hears your soft body pound against the bowl next to him—and toss up some water that almost splashes onto the documents splayed out before him—and frowns slightly. “I know it’s not very spacious… I apologise, my love. But I don’t have anything larger at this moment, hopefully the pet store will find a more adequately sized fish tank soon.”

  He doesn’t understand how you had suddenly turned into a jellyfish, you had been behind him for a brief moment before he heard your curse (likely because you stubbed your toe) and then a poof… when Neuvillette had turned around, you were like a deflated balloon on dry land. 

  Thankfully he had created a pocket of water for you from the saltwater nearby to float in as he brought you back to the city, but the situation puzzled him greatly—how could you become such a creature? He wasn’t entirely sure you were fully conscious in that body, but judging by your frustrated movements in the small bowl, he suspected you at least had partial awareness. 

  Neuvillette doesn’t want to leave you alone while you’re like this, he’s both worried you might suddenly transform back, without any clothes—which would be terribly awkward to try and depart his office in that state—or possible hurt yourself if you broke the bowl with the transformation and cut yourself.

  Thus, thankfully after you’re given a larger tank in his office (and at home, he’s not leaving you at his office overnight alone!) there is a smaller one placed in the Opera Epiclese, next to his chair. 

  During a court proceeding, Neuvillette had to present the evidence in a firmer manner than usual, as the representative to the one being judged was being rather contrarian—which was far from productive and consumed far more time than it needed to. 

  Every time he successfully made an argument that couldn’t be refuted or argued with, you released a faint bioluminescent glow—as if applauding his expert navigations of the evidence and arguments. No one seems to notice (it’s difficult enough to see Neuvillette so high up above the stage) but he still feels a bit sheepish when you do it—you’re likely not doing it on purpose, he doubts you would know how.

  Neuvillette is very careful with the temperature and the salinity levels of the water you inhabit for the time being, he creates a careful schedule to check it every few hours as well as adjusting it depending on day and night. He’s very determined to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be, whether you realise you’re a weird blob with tentacles or not. 

  And he hopes he can figure out how to change you back soon… as cute as it is to watch you twirl around and show off when he stands before your tank, he would rather you show off your moves as yourself—where he can properly talk to and touch you. 

[phoenixblaze1412]

Hi :3 i was the one who requested the scara idea and I really loved it! I wanted to request dottore and segments reaction to teen reader (preferably fem) growing up to have a personality like pantalone :D that'd be funny

Dottore had seen many strange things in his time—failed experiments, twisted mutations, the very limits of human suffering—but nothing quite prepared him for this.

His daughter, you, his own flesh and blood, were standing before a group of researchers, your voice smooth as silk, your expression poised and confident. With each word you said, you wove a web so intricate, so compelling, that even the most stone-faced, logic-driven agents looked ready to hand over everything they owned. And worse?

They were enjoying it.

“What,” Alpha muttered, adjusting his mask, “am I witnessing?”

Zeta squinted from behind his glasses. “It appears… she is convincing them to donate their research materials for a ‘noble cause’ that benefits her.”

Delta let out a low whistle. “She’s good.”

“She’s terrifying,” Theta corrected.

They watched in stunned silence as you continued your performance.

“I understand, truly, how valuable your time and resources are,” you purred, placing a hand over your heart with just the right amount of dramatic flair. “I would never wish to inconvenience you. However… consider the benefits. Imagine the impact of our work—our shared efforts. You wouldn’t just be contributing to a simple experiment; you would be pioneers, carving a path for innovation itself.”

One of the researchers, a normally skeptical man named Viktor, hesitated. “I mean… that does sound rather significant…”

“Of course it does,” you encouraged gently, tilting your head in a way that made you look both intelligent and utterly sincere. “And naturally, I would ensure that your contributions are recognized. Your names, forever attached to the findings. Doesn’t that sound… rewarding?”

The researchers nodded, murmuring among themselves. They had walked into this discussion fully intending to deny you, yet now, not only were they considering it—they were eager.

Dottore twitched.

“She is Pantalone reincarnated,” he declared, crossing his arms. “And I do not like it.”

“Hmm,” Beta hummed thoughtfully. “Pantalone might actually like it.”

“That is the problem,” Dottore snapped.

Meanwhile, Theta was rubbing his temples. “She didn’t even promise them anything real! Just vague words about recognition and ‘the future of innovation.’ How are they eating this up?”

“She knows how to play to their egos,” Omega noted. “It’s quite impressive, actually.”

Impressive. That was one way to put it.

A few feet away, you turned to another hesitant researcher, smiling warmly. “And I would never ask for too much. Just a small donation of resources—whatever you can spare, of course. I’d hate to take away anything critical from your work.”

The researcher, an older woman, sighed in defeat. “Well… if it’s just a little, I suppose—”

“Amazing!” you beamed, clasping your hands together. “I truly admire your generosity.”

The woman looked like she’d just won an award.

Dottore’s patience snapped.

“That’s enough,” he barked, striding forward. The researchers flinched as the Harbinger loomed over them, his mask intimidating them as he stood behind you. “Don’t you all have assignments to be working on?”

The room froze. The researchers, only now realizing they had been caught under his watchful eye, immediately scrambled to justify themselves.

“I—uh—of course, Lord Harbinger—”

“Right away, sir!”

They practically fled the scene, leaving behind only Dottore, his daughter, and the thoroughly exhausted segments.

You turned to your father, completely unbothered. “You didn’t have to scare them away, you know. I was handling it perfectly fine.”

“That was precisely the problem,” Dottore growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What kind of monster have I created?”

You laughed, light and melodic. “A charming one, obviously.”

Sigma sighed. “We are doomed.”

The segments muttered in agreement.

---------

“Father,” you called one day, your voice laced with the kind of practiced innocence that immediately set off alarm bells in Dottore’s mind.

He didn’t even look up from his work, already suspicious. “What do you want?”

“Nothing unreasonable,” you replied sweetly, stepping closer, hands clasped behind your back. You rocked slightly on your heels before standing on your tiptoes, reaching for his arm with delicate precision.

Before he could swat you away, you gently guided him toward a chair, pressing him down into it as though he were some frail old man in need of rest.

Theta, who had been lounging nearby, nearly choked on air. “Did she just—”

“She did,” Zeta confirmed, eyes wide in awe.

You patted Dottore’s shoulder like a doting daughter caring for her weary father. “You work so hard, Father. You really should take a break.”

Dottore scoffed, unimpressed by the act. “Spare me the pleasantries and get to the point.”

You smiled, leaning against the table with a calculated ease, your words dripping like honey. “I simply require your authorization for my latest project. Oh, and unrestricted funding.”

Gamma folded his arms, his expression skeptical. “That sounds suspiciously like manipulation.”

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart as if deeply wounded. “Uncle, I would never!”

Omega, who had been quietly observing the interaction, frowned. “We are not your uncles.”

You waved a hand dismissively. “Technicalities.”

The segments exchanged wary glances.

Dottore, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And what, pray tell, is this so-called ‘project’ of yours?”

Your lips curled into a winning smile. “A business venture that will make the Fatui a fortune, of course. It’s what you taught me—strategic planning, resource acquisition, persuasive communication. Just… put into practice.”

Sigma leaned forward. “What kind of business?”

You grinned. “One that maximizes profit and efficiency.”

“That is not an answer,” Delta pointed out.

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “Details.”

Dottore gave you a flat look. “What exactly are you planning?”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Well, I noticed that the Fatui’s supply chains are terribly mismanaged. We have so much potential revenue slipping through our fingers. So, I may have… persuaded a few merchants to change their trade routes, ensured some competitors had ‘unfortunate delays,’ and positioned certain investments in key markets.”

Beta frowned. “That sounds an awful lot like—”

“Business strategy,” you interrupted smoothly.

Gamma gave you a look. “Illegal business strategy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. ‘Illegal’ is such a subjective term.”

Dottore had to physically restrain himself from slamming his head against the table. He had spent years raising a child who could stand among the greatest minds, a true product of his genius. And what did you do? Become a smaller, more terrifying version of Pantalone.

He had raised a monster.

And the worst part? You were good at it.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or disappointed,” Dottore admitted.

You smiled, knowing full well that impressed was winning out. “I’ll settle for ‘proud.’”

Theta groaned, slumping against the table. “She’s going to take over the entire Fatui, isn’t she?”

Sigma adjusted his glasses. “Undoubtedly.”

Zeta sighed. “Pantalone is going to love her.”

Dottore clenched his fists. “That is exactly what I am trying to prevent.”

You simply laughed, utterly pleased with yourself at the whole situation.

------

Pantalone was, quite frankly, delighted.

“My dear, you truly are a vision of intellect and refinement,” he praised, his signature charming smile in place. “Such a sharp mind is wasted outside the economic sector. Have you ever considered taking up work in financial negotiations?”

You grinned, clearly enjoying the conversation. “Perhaps. The art of deals and diplomacy does seem rather enjoyable.”

Dottore, who had been quietly seething, suddenly moved, physically placing himself between them with the swiftness of a man fending off a predatory beast. His crimson gaze burned with unspoken warning. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Pantalone feigned disappointment, pressing a hand to his chest as if Dottore had just stabbed him in the heart. “Oh, come now, Doctor. Surely you see the brilliance in her potential.”

“I see the danger,” Dottore snapped. “And I refuse to allow my daughter to fall into your schemes.”

You smirked, arms crossed as you tilted your head. “Father, you wound me. As if I would ever be outwitted.”

Dottore turned to you, expression flat. “That is exactly what concerns me.”

Behind him, the segments were watching the exchange like spectators at an opera.

“This is a disaster,” Theta whispered, horrified.

“She’s growing too strong,” Omega muttered.

Zeta adjusted his glasses, looking deep in thought. “Perhaps… this is a natural evolution of intelligence? The next step in strategic thinking?”

Gamma looked at him like he’d grown two heads. “You’re encouraging this?”

“I mean, technically—”

“No.”

Meanwhile, Pantalone let out an amused chuckle. “Doctor, Doctor, Doctor… I would never dream of corrupting your daughter.”

Dottore scoffed. “Oh, spare me. You are corruption.”

You tapped a finger against your chin, pretending to contemplate something. “But, Father, Pantalone does have valuable resources. Perhaps a partnership could be beneficial?”

Pantalone beamed. “Now there’s an idea.”

Dottore turned to you, scandalized. “You are corrupt.”

You gave him an innocent look. “It’s called business, Father.”

Theta groaned. “We’ve lost her.”

Pantalone, sensing victory, offered his hand toward you “Come, dear. I believe we have much to discuss.”

Before you could even consider it, Dottore grabbed you by the collar and dragged you behind him like a wayward cat. “Absolutely fucking not. Conversation over.”

Pantalone sighed dramatically. “So possessive. Let her spread her wings, Doctor.”

Dottore didn’t even dignify that with a response as he hauled his daughter away, the segments trailing behind, whispering amongst themselves about the absolute chaos their family had become.

-------

The emergency meeting had quickly devolved into chaos. Every segment had sworn to stand firm, to prevent the teenager such as you from further manipulating everyone around you with your eerily natural charm and silver tongue. Yet, as soon as you walked into the room, their resolution began to crumble.

Theta had been the loudest in his protests, slamming the table and declaring that they needed to "put an end to this." But the moment you entered with that confident stride, he suddenly found himself lowering his gaze, pretending to be very interested in the table’s wood grain.

You smiled, eyes scanning the room. “You all seem troubled. Surely, you don’t think I’ve done something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Beta immediately blurted, then cursed under his breath when he realized what he’d just done.

Zeta, the ever-logical one, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “We are simply... concerned about your growing influence. It has not gone unnoticed that many of our agents and researchers have begun prioritizing your requests over more critical assignments.”

You tilted your head, giving him an innocent look. “Oh? But I thought efficiency was important. I only help people find their true potential.”

Zeta opened his mouth, ready to counter, but the words died in his throat. Technically, you had a point. You never outright forced anyone; you merely spoke, nudging people in the right direction. It wasn’t your fault they followed you so willingly... right?

“That’s... not entirely incorrect,” Zeta admitted begrudgingly.

“She got him,” Sigma whispered. “One down.”

Epsilon, determined not to fall as his predecessors had, took a deep breath and stood. “That’s beside the point! You have an unnatural ability to get people to do exactly what you want. That is dangerous.”

You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “Oh, Epsilon... It almost sounds like you don’t trust me.”

Epsilon visibly faltered. “I... That’s not what I meant—”

“You’ve always been so rational,” you continued, your voice taking on a slightly sad tone. “I’ve always admired that about you. But if even you doubt me, then perhaps I have misjudged our relationship.”

A heavy silence settled in the room.

Epsilon’s lips parted in shock. “N-No, that’s—” He groaned, rubbing his temples. “Dammit.”

Sigma patted his shoulder. “It was a valiant effort.”

“That’s three,” Theta whispered in horror.

Determined not to let this continue, Theta himself stepped up. “Alright, that’s enough. You may have fooled the others, but I won’t fall for—”

He paused as you turned to him, eyes filled with warmth and something almost teasing.

“You always try so hard, Theta,” you said, taking a slow step toward him. “The loudest in the room, the one who always takes charge. You must be tired.”

Theta blinked. “I—I am not.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “You can rest. You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

Theta, the proud and stubborn segment, felt his mind blank for a moment. A foreign warmth spread in his chest as he struggled to form words. His defenses, which he had sworn to keep up, shattered in an instant.

“I... uh... Maybe I could take a small break...” he muttered in a daze.

Sigma grabbed his shoulder. “Theta, no! Stay with us!”

It was too late. Theta sat back down, dazed and silent.

Dottore, watching all of this unfold, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’re all useless.”

You, now smug, turned to your father. “You seem frustrated, Father. Surely, you don’t think I would ever try to manipulate you?”

Dottore crossed his arms. “Of course you would. It’s in your nature.”

You giggled. “And yet, here you are, letting me do as I please.”

Dottore scowled, but he couldn’t argue. After all, despite his complaints, he had done nothing to stop you.

The segments looked at each other in silent understanding.

They had lost.

You had won.

Again.

One night, as you sat at your desk, reviewing documents suspiciously similar to Pantalone’s financial reports, Dottore entered the room with an air of exhaustion. He observed you for a moment—your sharp eyes scanning the figures, your pen tapping rhythmically against the desk, a smirk tugging at your lips whenever you found something particularly interesting.

With a long, dramatic sigh, he pulled out the chair beside you and slumped into it.

“I never imagined I would raise someone like you,” he admitted, rubbing his temples.

You glanced at him, amused. “Disappointed?”

He flicked your forehead lightly, earning an exaggerated gasp from you. “Frustrated.”

You grinned, completely unbothered. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Perhaps not.”

There was a long pause before he let his head rest against the back of the chair, watching as you continued working. Despite everything—your infuriating ability to twist words, your undeniable skill in outmaneuvering nearly anyone, your terrifying resemblance to that man—you were still his daughter.

And despite his irritation, he found himself smirking.

“…You know, the segments have started keeping a tally.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Of what?”

“How many people you’ve managed to swindle with words alone.”

You let out a soft laugh. “And what’s my score?”

Dottore shot you a deadpanned look. “Too high for my comfort.”

At that moment, the door burst open. Theta stormed in, waving a piece of paper. “She did it again!”

Behind him, Zeta followed, looking equally exhausted. “She got one of the officers to personally finance one of her projects. Out of his own pocket.”

You smirked. “Persuasion is a valuable skill.”

Theta threw his hands up. “She’s worse than Pantalone!”

Gamma poked his head into the room. “Objectively, she’s better than Pantalone. He still has to negotiate. She just smiles and people give her things.”

Dottore let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are all useless.”

You stretched, closing your documents. “Father, I’m merely expanding my skill set.”

Dottore leveled you with a look. “Your ‘skill set’ is giving me a headache.”

You stood up, stretching your arms before placing a hand on his shoulder with a knowing smile. “Then consider this a valuable lesson in counter-negotiation. Adapt, or be outplayed.”

The segments collectively winced.

Dottore, after a long moment, let out a dry chuckle. “I should be furious, but somehow, I’m almost impressed.”

You gave him a smug look. “Almost?”

He flicked your forehead again, smirking. “Don’t push it.”

You pouted dramatically, rubbing the spot.

Dottore and his segments had been wildly unprepared for the force of nature their daughter had become, but they learned to adapt. Whether it was intercepting your ‘business ventures,’ preventing you from becoming too much like Pantalone, or simply keeping up with your schemes, they never stopped trying.

Because at the end of the day, you were theirs.

And no amount of manipulation, charm, or well-calculated financial takeovers could ever change that.

[osachiyo]

˗ˏˋ✩ˎˊ˗ MEN WHO ! love to eat it from the back. Thumbs spreading your ass while he buries his face into you, lapping his skilled tongue on your slick cunt. His nose bumping your sensitive bits as you gush on his face. He groans while landing a swift smack to your rear, "aren't you just- ugh─fucking adorable?" His voice is muffled from the obscene slurping noises. You felt his thumb circle to your front to rub on your swollen clit, gurgling out moans at the extra stimulation. Your lover only hums in appreciation. God, he loved the sinful noises you made everytime he hit a certain spot.

He moaned into your pussy when you pushed back against him, grinding your drooling cunt on his greedy mouth. "I've got you, baby~" he sighed in content, if he were to die right now he'd have no regrets. He'd be happy to perish between your pretty legs, your arousal covering the entire lower portion of his beautiful face. He spread your pussy lips with his fingers, licking his slick covered lips at sight of webs of arousal clinging to your cunt. It's downright nasty how messy it was, but luckily that's exactly how he liked it. He wanted you to fall apart on his tongue and fingers and you did. Your jaw was slack, tongue lolling out from the sheer pleasure this man provided you with.

He'd also switch it up frequently. One moment he's pressing sweet, soft kisses to your clit and muttering praises, "my lovely girl, you're so good for me." The next moment he's slapping your cunt so meanly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tells you how much of a slut you are for enjoying this, getting off to him spanking your sweet pussy.

"You seriously like this, naughty girl? I didn't know my lover was such a fuckin' slut..have you been hiding this from me all this time? Where'd my good girl go, hm?"

DAZAI, NIKOLAI, JOUNO, chuuya, ranpo, JING YUAN, SAMPO, KAEYA, CHILDE, al haitham, pantalone, dottore, AYATO, LYNEY, cyno, ASMODEUS, belphie, SOLOMON, DRAKEN, BAJI, sanzu, ran, NAHOYA, TOJITOJITOJI, geto, GOJO, choso & any of ur faves.

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[pen-observing]

beauty and curiosity

synopsis: As Dottore's research assistant, you had to keep your curiosity on par with what he expected. You never thought that what sparked it after so much time would be Capitano himself

word count: 3k pairing: capitano x gn! reader (slight dottore if you wish to imagine it so, I did)

The door that greets your open eyes is the same like always. Brown wood that someone else picked before you. You can't say that they had bad taste, the door is placed nicely to the right corner and you little friend from last night - the spider- greets you even with this dawn. You wonder if he stayed there the whole night while you were sleeping as a thank you to the mercy you extended him. You did not kill him, and he did not move to make a new web. maybe he saw that as an equal trade? You probably would have left him alive anyway. Someone told you long before that seeing a spider was like a hint that you will get lucky in the following few days. So, even as your feet touch the cold wooden floor, you decide to still have mercy and to open the door without killing him to get breakfast. 

Maybe they are lucky omens, maybe they are not. But it is not like killing him or carrying him out the window would change much for you. Your eyes would see the same door tomorrow. The floor would feel cold again and you would pick the same mug off the drying dishes in your kitchen to start the day with. 

These routines did not bother you themselves, no. What was bothersome was the fact that you realized how, eventually, everyone develops to have them as creatures of habit. It was inevitable to turn into someone who repeats the same things over and over again. Even the harbinger you serve - one with multiple bodies, had his own routines. His younger clones had far more rebellion towards them but even they still had a need to keep a specific space, to prioritize one thing over the other like second nature. 

Truth be told - you were not asked to pick who you would serve. Dottore ended up being the harbinger you would serve as an assistant. and you were not the only one picked for that role. He liked to keep plenty of staff. Part of it was that he needed an audience to showcase his own talents and immense intelligence to, while another part of him was a bit less selfish. Dottore was willing to teach those who had true curiosity and spirit according to his own criteria and for whatever reason, you managed to remain as one of the few assistants he kept close at hand. As close as he would allow that is and with a man like him that still meant millions of lightyears away. 

You do not mind that in the slightest. What kept you around despite your failures and 'shortcomings' of having a moral compass in his lab was that he deemed your curiosity the highest out of anyone he had met. He once told you that if you were not serving him, the abyss would have swallowed you whole because you would wonder about its properties the same way you wondered about colors when you were younger. 

"Why are apples red and why is the sky blue? from your childhood would just turn into questions about the inside shapes of the abyss and you would be swallowed by curiosity." Were his exact words. 

Dottore believed that true curiosity could not be fabricated even at his own hands so while you were the not best person for experiments at the start, you were the one who suited his own curious nature. 

'What good is a doctor who cures a disease without wondering about the cause? Without wondering about its transformations? What good is an engineer who cannot disassemble parts at the same speed he would assemble them at? And what good is a person who cannot see beyond the usual?" 

He said you could see beyond the usual but in all honesty, sometimes it feels like you can't see past this mug. Or this window looking out into the street next to your breakfast table. Sometimes you felt like you could not see beyond the speck of dust or the peel of a citrus fruit. 

Maybe that is why when he gave you a choice to leave, you decided to stay. While every Dottore clone had his own routines, they managed to keep a constant cycle of novelty. Working at his lab eventually brought more interesting things than you could have found yourself. 

Was beauty in the new? Or was it in the old? 

You were deeply unsure. 

Dottore was not above punishing you despite keeping you around. For a few days, Dottore did not hear you utter a singular question in his lab and he found it so offensive you would dare to become ignorant to his breakthroughs. It seemed like you were bored of him and his research and he decided that a proper punishment would be to have you spend a whole month in the city farthest away from the main fatui base and from the tsaritsa. 

if you were so bored of constant novelty - you might as well experience true boredom by residing in his abandoned lab in a peaceful town where everyone with something exciting to offer already moved away. The worst part? You did not feel like anything changed. 

Numbness even touches curiosity. So, what if your door is now on the right instead of the left? What if the mug is pink instead of white? What if you were there or here? Differences are miniscule and nothing could make your curiosity perk up. If you were still like this when he summoned you back - you would be sent home and that is all there was to it. Or, he would further punish you by extending your stay. He could laugh at you when you mixed the things in the wrong way or when you failed to fix a core and it would explode. But what he absolutely refused is to have your curiosity dim down. If it did, you would be useless. 

And it isn't like you have not tried to find something interesting. While you were on the trip to get to here, you tried to find something interesting. Perhaps some plants that would show something new or an animal that would make for a good study case. You did want to try and see how many generations it would take for animals to break a trauma response their parents exhibited alone but even that went out of the window after a few seconds. 

If you could not find anything worthwhile in this town - you would be doomed to feel this way forever. Black and white thinking but not without basis. Stubborn curiosity and stubborn numbness started to go hand in hand for you. Maybe if you closed your eyes and prayed, your spark of curiosity would find an object for it to love and latch onto? 

In the next moment, your spoon made a small noise. It moved from one side of your mug to the other. Nothing unusual, right? You just wanted to make the tea and honey come together but when you looked down you realized that your hands did not make it move. You already finished doing that around three minutes ago. To prove to yourself what it feels like, your hands moved to make the same motion and the fog over your brain lifted as you felt that danger was near. Somehow this spoon moved and it was not your doing. 

With all your senses, you tried to pinpoint what exactly had happened but you were unsuccessful. Even if something was here, it masked its presence so well that a ghost would be ashamed. You did not feel a void, but you did not feel any warmth either. Unnerving. Unusual.   Interest could be found in fear but you were unsure where to search. 

Luckily for you, the presence had decided to make itself know. With a slight thud, footsteps approached you without your door ever opening. Was this mercy extended towards you in the same way you treated your spider? It sure felt that way. 

"My sincere apologies for startling you." Now you had to look up from the mug to search for the stranger. But, with his deep voice and polite manner of speaking, you knew who it belonged to already. Capitano, the first of the eleven fatui harbingers. Your own Lord always said he did not care much for rankings but a certain sour taste would be in his words whenever he spoke of this man. You had not made contact with him previously but in a way, you felt that it was cruel fate that only one number separated you from the most noble and righteous harbinger and a heretic. 

"Based on my previous visits to this abandoned small lab, I never encountered another soul here. When I felt your presence, I had to judge if you were sent here or if you were trying to steal information that belongs to our organisation." 

You stood up and saluted him. It comes like second nature. "Lord harbinger, you were doing your duty. No need for apologies." 

"Nonsense. I felt that I had startled you and should have thought of Dottore sending his own forces to abandoned labs before I made such a move." 

Talking to other lords never came quite easy to you. Dottore enjoyed much of questioning and random rambles but other Lords were known to punish just for being asked a question by wretched vermin. But suddenly, you felt that Capitano filled the room with a presence. It seemed like he could choose to be a void or actually have spiritual warmth. How many years had he taken to perfect this? 

In fact, how many years has he been alive? Did your lord simply hate him because he was branded with number two? Why did he always wear a mask? 

You had heard so many rumours in bars and gatherings of other servants and soldiers but Capitano's own men never gossiped. Not even when they were at their most drunk. That is - they never spoke of their own lord with anything other than praise. 

Where did that admiration come from? Had anyone seen him without a mask or cry perhaps? 

"Your silence makes for a rather awkward companion. But I can tell you have questions." 

"I have been called curious before, but it has been a while since I was curious about anything deeply." 

Capitano moved a few steps to open a drawer with syringes in it. 

"Are you not a researcher and is this not a lab of your famed lord?" 

"Yes is my answer to both of those questions." 

His gloved hands picked up two syringes and he did not look at you while he was doing so. You were not part of Dottore's team when he made them and their unique mix of colors piqued your interest. One of those colors looked like synth vaguely but the other one was similar to lava. Just how many experiments of Dottore's were you unaware of? 

"And should this not be a prime place for you when the answer is yes to both. What have you been doing all this time?" 

"Looking around this lab without actually touching anything for longer than a few seconds. I also kicked out a lot of spiders but last night I let one stay." 

Capitano did not seem perplexed with your paradoxical answers. He could see your eyes eying his syringes with interest when you refused to take them apart and analyse the contents for however long you have been here. He felt no malice or dishonesty in your being, so he simply continued to move like you were not here. He had done this countless times before. 

"I will not tell you what is inside of these syringes if that is one of your questions." 

He sat down on a chair on the other side of your mug. 

"I did have questions about the contents but I would have asked the syringes themselves not you. Even if it seems that I might melt or change shape from simply being exposed to them in any capacity. 

"Hmm. You make a valid point. What keeps me a monster would make you disappear. I suggest you stay away from these unless you wish to meet a cruel fate." 

"Lord first, you give me a kind warning but you speak of being a monster." 

"And what is your observation meant to accomplish?" 

"Nothing. Well, I could say it will help me keep my form too." 

"You are an ordinary human." It didn't feel like an insult. It felt like he was praising such simpleness. 

"What form do you speak of?" 

This time he was looking at you. You could not see his eyes from his helmet but you could feel his gaze on you. Without flinching or moaning, all while keeping his eyes solely on you - Capitano stabbed his thigh and his heart with the two syringes he had prepared. 

It seemed like he felt nothing but you felt both warmth and cold at once and in a second the overwhelming feeling was gone. It was so overwhelming that your curiosity made you run over and place your hands over his own to feel any remnants of energy. Touching any other harbinger so casually would have meant a number of different fates but Capitano was a kind man. 

"If you are here to inspect me, there is no need. I know what I am doing and these will not kill me." 

You helped him remove them even if he truly seemed like he did not need help. You could run towards the drawer he pulled them out from but the object of your interest were not the syringes themselves. 

Your curiosity was this man himself. For the first time in a while, your brain started to race with questions and theories. Just who was he and what was he hiding. 

"What is the reason you are so familiar with using these? Why are you here? Are you a monster?" 

"Indeed. I belong to them." 

"Beings? You speak of yourself as if you are not human. Just what is behind that mask of yours?" 

Perhaps Dottore was right, the abyss would swallow you whole if it interested you. Maybe it still can? If you get out of this situation alive - if you survive removing the mask of the famed and powerful harbinger - you could go out to uncover new condensed abyssal energy. 

You finally got your curiosity back and allowing it to run out would be a crime against yourself. Curiosity filled your whole body and Capitano felt cold to your touch as you looked at his face. 

"You call yourself a monster because of this?" 

"Are you perhaps about to call it beauty like that twisted doctor you serve?" 

Maybe he expected a bigger reaction than this. Maybe you failed him, but you did not fail yourself. 

"Beauty? There is nothing beautiful about it." 

"At least you don't call rot beautiful like your own master." 

"Your ice is above my head so I suppose your reputation proceeds you. You are kind enough to let me get my words out." 

"Speak." 

"There is nothing beautiful about the rot of skin. However, you are not a monster. You are undoubtedly human." 

"Laughable." 

But he did not laugh. He found you foolish. You dared to overstep twice. Removing his helmet was one thing but trying to comfort him was another. 

"You are human, lord harbinger. Did you know that my own lord does not rot? Did you know he has made others unable to rot? In an odd way, this rot makes you more human than you believe." 

You can't tell if your words caused a change or if they were comforting or insulting. This man has lived more lives than you ever will and he had seen and spilled more blood than you can imagine. He does not need comfort from you. That much is clear. 

Still, as the ice descends, he makes it disappear with his hand and you emerge unharmed. 

"Your curiosity saved you." 

"I always thought it would eat me alive." 

"It almost did. I never heard of anyone gaining a vision and immediately aiming at themselves." 

A cryo vision had manifested in your lap without you even noticing. When you looked back up, Capitano had already pulled down his mask. 

"Why didn't you stop me? You could have made me regret my choice the instant I tried to touch you."  

"I had never seen anyone gain a vision in such a way. I suppose my own curiosity got the better of me."  

He got up from the chair and you noticed just how much taller and imposing he was from such close proximity. You really were in the presence of danger and still chose risk instead of safety. Capitano was already moving towards the door and something compelled you to sit back down and finally drink the tea that had grown cold.  

He was in the doorway now. You were thinking of what would happen to you now that you had a vision. Maybe you could try to boil it? You heard they were indestructible but surely something could dissolve it? Visions were not a completely natural thing in this world.  

"Come. Bring that vision and follow me." 

"I still do not have orders to leave this place." 

"Since when were you allowed to refuse any orders from a harbinger? Dottore is not the only one you ought to listen to and I doubt he would be suitable to teach you how to use your new power." 

You would be risking Dottore's wrath and plenty of unpredictable outcomes based on which clone greets you once you are back. But, losing the object of your curiosity would doom you to a worse fate in your own eyes.  

Following Capitano would unlock a new world for you. Something told you that you would be able to find new beauty and curiosity if you took him up on his offer. 

a/n: guess who is back !! after a year!! I hope my mutuals are around still to actually guess that it is me who is back. i realized the last time i wrote was in november and the new archon quest finally inspired me.

to give you a few updates: i changed two jobs and I became less creative I am afraid. I got into a situationship/delusionship with a narc for a few months but i did not cry. i am welcoming any thoughts because after so long this was vv hard to write.

i hope you are well and that you have enjoyed this at least a little bit

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[honeygem]

Stockholm Syndrome - Choose your Own Ending

Contains: dead dove: do not eat, smut, hired gunman, cnc, a change of heart, attempted murder/suicide, choking, unspecified character, undetailed/inaccurate venture to the dark web, slow burn, y/n has a specified descriptions but still generalized, mentions of various sex toys, kissing, safe word use, Stockholm syndrome,

a/n: unhealthy coping mechanism, this is purely self indulgent(heavy on self indulgent); I am back in the same building again?!

Dottore, William Afton, Hayakawa Aki, Childe, Capitano, Pierro, Barou Shouei, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku, Itto, Dang Heng, Blade, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Million Knives, Taiju Shiba, Jing Yuan, Denji, Beam, Scaramouche, Ran Haitani, Rin Haitani, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Kisaki Tetta,

I've thought about this for a long time.

I've always had thoughts about it, on and off, yet I never had the guts to actually do it. I know I could. However I've always hesitated thinking about what I'd leave behind.

What about mom? What about dad and his heart disease? My pet cat? What about my favourite books? Hobbies? Series? Will I ever finish them before my time runs out? Will I ever know their ending? What about my money I still haven't received from my friend, will she still give it back when I died?

Do I need to make an email for all my friends and family and have it sent days after I die? What should I say to them? I wanted to confess all my sins— my shortcomings, to my parents. Finally, I can let them down one last time by unleashing all these kept secrets and disappointments. By then, will they pity me for enduring this life for too long or will they resent me for tainting our family name and being a disgrace?

I sat in front of my computer, alone in my room with no other noise but the fan and dogs barking outside. It feels like time stopped at this moment. Like I could continue with my life without any consequences. However I knew time won't stop for anyone... and so does my thoughts.

Instinctively, like a flash if light, I typed in words I never expect to see appear on my computer history.

I did it... I entered the dark web.

I laughed to myself, almost insanely. This is getting too ridiculous, even for myself. Am I really not going to turn back now? Perhaps I could still close my computer and forget about this.

My body moved on its own, ignoring the warnings running inside my head. It felt like a dozen of red lights flashing inside my head signaling me to stop but I was blind and floored the gas pedal.

I searched desperately for something as if running out of time was part of the risk in doing what I needed to to; it was. I needed to finish this as soon without having anyone know or see it.

I needed it to be done quickly before I crumble down to myself once again and break down.

I managed to keep my mind shut from overthinking and stressing over the fact that this was too much for me. I couldn't afford distractions.

I've accumulated enough money to buy myself a hitman, set aside enough money for my funeral expenses, and enough money to support my family just in case they broke down once I'm gone; I hoped that they won't.

It's been months since I ventured in the dark web. Weeks have passed since I finished writing all the emails to be sent to my family and a few of my friends. Weeks have passed since I acquired a few more money to add to what I'll leave for my parents. And days have passed since I tried to finish everything in my bucket list except for two things.

During those days, I lived my life normallyas I did before. I spent time with my family, bonded with my friends, and caught up with my favourite series to whatever I can catch up to with my limited time. It was as if what happened a few months ago didn't happen.

It felt like a fever dream... but I knew it was real.

This was all a facade. A play to perform until it was the end of the show.

Today's the day, I guess. Or maybe not. I had completely forgotten. How could I ever forget about it? Nevermind, at least I finished what I needed to do.

I had planned to go out today and luckily I didn't have any errands to run. I had made sure to clean the house before I left and gave my mom a goodbye and an 'I love you', a habit I developed these past few months. At first it felt weird but it gave off some sort of relief and goodness in me. I smiled when I heard my mom say it back before I left.

At this point, I can feel myself close to crying... even when I've done this multiple times, gaslighted myself it was for the better, I still felt unsure and scared as I walk along my chosen path.

Maybe I wasn't meant to do this....

It had gotten very late and I still wasn't at home. I've destroyed my phone completely and disposed it somewhere. I assumed that my parents are now looking for me... desperately.

I had went inside the location an unknown messenger had sent me a few days ago. Room 44 of a motel miles away from home.

Perhaps the further I go from home would be better.

I've arrived at the designated room and no one was inside. The room was dimly lit with red highlights, flower petals and scented candles lit everywhere. It awfully gave a romantic vibe for a crime scene that was about to happen.

No one was present in the room but me so I closed the door and inhaled the scent coming from the candles. I wandered around the room and looked at the details further.

I inspected the bed a little closer and saw various sex toys displayed. Some were ropes, whips, paddle, and lots more. I even saw a spreader bar at the bottom of the bed, as well as a few more dildos and extra condoms in the box and other more stuff I don't recognize.

I don't really expect to use all of these in one night... I might not even last an hour.

"Oh, hey. You're here." A man came out of the bathroom.

Good ending, bad ending, deulon's ending Buy me a ko-fi?

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um.. hi- may i request a dottore/pantalone and (trans if you would) male reader....... im in need of content for my obsession

Here you go, love. I haven't written anything in the view of a trans male, so if this is not what you had requested, kindly forgive me

The Dark Symphony of Desire

Synopsis: In the cold, unforgiving world of the Fatui, where power and manipulation are the currency of survival, you—an ambitious, calculating, and ruthless individual—find yourself tangled with two of its most dangerous figures: Dottore, the mad genius whose experiments know no boundaries, and Pantalone, the charming, silver-tongued financier who plays games with your mind and heart. But while you may have been a mere tool at first, their obsession with you grows into something darker, more possessive. Both have their own desires, but only one thing is certain—they’ll never let you leave their grasp. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dottore, Pantalone x Trans Male Reader

Dottore — The Puppeteer of Flesh and Soul

Dottore had never expected much from people. He saw them as tools, experiments, beings to be analysed and discarded at will. But then you walked into his life. He had first seen you as a subject, someone he could study, a curiosity to observe and manipulate, perhaps even improve with his twisted genius. Your transformation, your resilience, intrigued him, especially after your rather unique situation—your experiences, your trans identity, your mind, your spirit. To Dottore, this was more than just a puzzle; it was a challenge, a game of sorts. He was determined to break it apart and see how it worked.

But as the days passed, he found himself… fascinated. The way your mind worked, how your body moved, how your spirit held strong despite the cold, unfeeling experiments he subjected you to. He saw in you something more than a mere subject. You became a fixation. He’d watched you for weeks, studying your movements, your expressions, the way you interacted with the world. Your body, your strength, your resilience—it all fascinated him. You were a puzzle, one that could be dissected and put back together in a more perfect form.

When you became his, it was not through a violent abduction or a forced display of power. No, Dottore was too clever for that. Instead, it began as a quiet, gentle touch. He spoke to you with that low, soothing voice, offering his protection, his wisdom. He spun a web of comforting lies, painting a picture of a future where he would be your saviour. It was impossible for you to see the truth at first. You were drawn in by his charm and intellect, your trust in him blooming like a flower in the spring.

But the moment you realised that you were his to shape, to manipulate, it was already too late. Dottore’s eyes were no longer filled with affection, but with a clinical detachment that sent chills down your spine. His love was never love—it was control. His desire for you wasn’t for a partner, but for a project. He wanted to break you and rebuild you as he saw fit.

At first, it was small things. The way he would touch your skin during experiments, always testing your limits, always pushing you to endure more. You were an unwilling subject in his personal lab, his cold, calculating gaze watching every reaction, every wince, every tear. But it didn’t stop there. He was a master of psychological manipulation—he would isolate you, break your spirit, only to rebuild it stronger, more obedient, more perfect.

Every time you fought back, every time you tried to escape, Dottore would make sure you came back broken. He would punish you with pain, then show you affection, creating an endless cycle of torment and attachment. You would never escape. You would never leave.

But soon, that careful distance began to erode. He no longer just wanted to observe. He desired you. He wanted to twist you to his will, make you a part of his sick collection. Dottore had never considered the possibility of affection, but with you, something he couldn't control was growing.

"You don't understand," he would murmur, his voice dangerously soft. "I'm not just making you better. I'm perfecting you. You should be grateful. But the more I learn, the more I need to keep you. I want you to stay with me, forever, as a part of my work. A permanent piece of my… masterpiece."

And with every passing day, he got closer. He knew that if he made you part of his collection—if he made you belong to him—there would be no escaping him. You were a beautiful, unfinished puzzle. And he would be the one to complete you.

Pantalone — The Silver-Tongued Puppetmaster

Pantalone’s obsession with you came not from a need for control, but from his greed. He is the epitome of wealth and influence within the Fatui, always seeking to expand his empire of power and wealth. To him, you are not just an individual—no, you are a commodity, a tool, a resource to be exploited. The moment he saw you, he recognised your potential, your strength, your ability to manipulate and shape the world around you.

But Pantalone is not as blunt or as sadistic as Dottore. His methods are far more refined. He is a man of luxury, elegance, and persuasion. He doesn’t need to break you physically; instead, he uses your desires against you. He knows exactly what to say, what promises to make, to make you feel wanted. You are his prized possession—his greatest acquisition.

When he first approached you, it was with a calm, enticing charm. He saw you not just as a beautiful, powerful individual, but as someone who could bring immense value to his empire. He would whisper sweet words to you, speak of a future where you would be his equal, where you could rule the world by his side. In the beginning, it felt like a dream come true.

But slowly, Pantalone’s true intentions began to surface. His affection was always laced with strings—strings of control, manipulation, and exploitation. He wanted you not just as a lover, but as a symbol of his success. You were his possession to be paraded, a beautiful jewel to display for all to see. He would buy you the finest clothes, lavish you with gifts, and whisper sweet words in your ear. But the moment you tried to assert yourself, the moment you attempted to push back, his charming smile would fade into a cold, calculating mask.

“Do you think you could ever leave me?” Pantalone would ask, his voice dark, low, and smooth. “You belong to me now. Your worth is only in what I give you. I will make sure you never forget that.”

You would try to escape, to find a way to return to the life you once had, but Pantalone was always one step ahead. He had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere. His reach was long, and every move you made was calculated. You were a prisoner in his gilded cage, a beautiful bird in a cage of silk.

Pantalone was a master at breaking down walls, at finding the cracks in your resolve and working his way in. He knew your every need, every desire, even before you did. And with every day, he became a more important part of your life, until you couldn’t imagine a world where he wasn’t present.

"You want to be free," he would say, his fingers trailing down your arm, sending shivers through your body. "But true freedom comes with a price, my dear. The world isn’t free. Nothing in this life is. But I can offer you the one thing everyone needs—security." He’d smirk, stepping closer to you, his presence overwhelming. "I could make you someone powerful. Someone who doesn’t need to fear the world. All I need in return is you."

He would never force you. Pantalone was too clever for that. He would lure you in, slowly but surely, making you dependent on him in ways you couldn’t even understand.

But soon, you’d find yourself trapped in his web. Your need for freedom would fade into something far darker. And in the end, you would realise that the only true freedom you had was the illusion he carefully crafted around you, a beautiful gilded cage that you could never escape.

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Hey! Gosh I love your fics, you are so talented! <3 I have a request after your latest fic haha. The sentences 'It's only a matter of time before he accidentally slips and calls you his spouse in front of people.' would be the perfect plot, actually. When and how would the Harbingers calls their s/o 'their wife' in front of others first time? If you don't like it, you don't have to do it! i hope you have an awesome day!

(hehe, yes, accidentally… mmm. Enjoy!)

✦ They accidentally call you their spouse 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia

It was a complete and utter accident; just a harmless slip of the tongue. One moment, your beloved was politely introducing you to some of his Fatui subordinates, the other he inadvertently referred to you as “my spouse” in front of others. It would've been a sweet moment of shared laughter, were it not spoken in front of so many people of the Fatui. It’s not like your beloved’s subordinates would start correcting him, he's a Harbinger after all… now how would you navigate this awkward situation? 

✧ The ever-cold and calculating Pierro prevents any mistakes from slipping past him. Yet here he is, standing composed next to you as he gently gestures to you and claims:

“From here on out, my spouse shall reside in the Zapolyarny Palace and I expect all obedience to be directed towards them.” 

You went silent. The servants went silent. Even he went silent. You carefully murmured to him:

“... Pierro, dear. We are not married.” 

Somehow the Jester remained blank, as if the error of his brain eluded him. Or perhaps, he realized it was too late to reprimand his mistake, especially in front of the royal servants of the palace. He simply cleared his throat and nodded woefully: “Indeed, we aren't. My apologies.” 

The hushed murmurs of The Director’s “innocent mistake” spread soundlessly like an inside secret within the Palace's walls. It wasn't news that the Jester adored you, but to witness the typically collected Pierro clear his throat bashfully, while you stood there timidly after correcting his mistake was endearing. 

These rumors, of course, reached the ears of the 3rd of the Fatui Harbingers’ ears, Columbina. Such tales were her delight, a personal pastime, relishing the timid nature of your private relationship with Pierro. She just had to tease you two by reminding him of the incident. Thus, one day, she approached The Jester in his office on an inconspicuous day and asked:

“Oh, cheer up, Director. It's been months since your last mishap. Surely you wouldn't let your composure shatter in front of the one you call beloved so easily?”

“You are correct,” - Pierro replied to the Dove calmly. “It was a mistake. Hence, I amended it and made sure it's no longer an issue.”

That’s when Columbina’s gaze drifted to his hands, where he was not leisurely adjusting his cuffs but subtly displaying an ornament on his ring finger. His engagement ring. If the 3rd Harbinger could open her enigmatic eyes, she would stare absolutely wide-eyed and dumbfounded through her white ribbons. When the hell did he get engaged-?!

“Pierro, dear,” - you suddenly stepped in, that same embarrassed interjection escaping you “Please stop boasting about our engagement. We haven't made it official yet.” 

✧ The poor Fatui soldier under Il Capitano's recruit stood stiffly looking at their Harbinger. Was it dread or the web of discomfort one feels when seeing a couple argue over something entirely beyond their input? Because that's certainly what the current Fatui skirmisher felt when standing between you and Il Capitano. 

“I can't allow this, Capitano,” – you huffed, your head shaking in dismay. “You over-dedicate yourself in battles.” 

“We went over this, my cherished. I have to, it is my duty as the Captain. Not just for the Fatui’s sake, but for your own safety as well!” 

“No, no,” – you clicked your tongue. “Don’t give me that. You know that's not the issue… the issue is that you overwork yourself by beating everyone in a duel and not leaving me anything else to defeat! What am I supposed to do?!”

“But my beloved-!” 

That's how your lover's quarrel underwent, and the Fatui Skirmishers that kept blinking in disbelief, stood helpless as the argument ping-ponged between ‘who gets to defeat more enemies on the battlefield’. Finally, your beloved spoke with an irritated huff at your scolding:

“Well, did you perhaps consider that I do not wish for my spouse to overextend themselves and get recklessly injured over some personal records?”

“Oh, so now you-... What did you just call me?” 

The sudden realization caused a deafening silence between you and Capitano like a blade poised to strike. His pitch-black visage did not help to decipher whether he was grappling with his mistake or masking his shock. You insisted: “Capitano, what did you just call-”

“I did not say anything.” 

“You did, you…Hey-! Don't turn your back on me, come back here!” 

Perhaps The 1st of the Fatui Harbingers does not flee from a challenge like a pathetic coward. However, today was a great chance to use a tactful retreat, to put it softly, all in the hopes of escaping your wrath. How else would he explain his mishaps of calling you his ‘spouse’ so casually? If he confessed that he thought “it sounds so befitting for my one and only” he might as well just reveal every tender plan of a quiet life with you. And he can't have you teasing his affection for a domestic life alongside you. 

For now, fleeing was a wise and honorable choice, especially when you are ready to duel him any moment now.

✧ It was another one of those days in Il Dottore's lab. His fingers tap the surface of the table, chin resting on his palm, while a pen balanced precariously behind his ear. Delegating his final tasks for today, he supervised some final organizational matters in the lab while addressing some lab assistants with his usual air of nonchalant authority.

“Ensure all the surgical sets are properly sanitized and checked in the ultrasonic cleaner. I expect them neatly arranged by day’s end. My spouse prefers the equipment organized this way.”

One of the lab assistants stopped in their tracks, staring at him. 

“And don't inform them how some glassware shattered today. It would be irrelevant for them to worry…”

Mumbling to himself, Dottore only now realized that his lab assistants fell eerily silent, staying motionless as they blinked at him. Humming in confusion, he turned his attention at last, only to realize these unfortunate listeners were not gawing at him, but rather someone behind him.

Lo and behold, you stood there, behind him.

With a hand on your hip, you inquired with deceptive simplicity: “Oh? You have a spouse, dear?”

He pretends he wasn't aware of the conundrum and the absurdity of his slip-up. But even with his eyes covered behind that smooth black mask covering his eyes, you can see the haughty expression on his lips. Thus, he crossed his arms.

“Hm, Perhaps. You could say I do.”

“Then my condolences to your spouse. They must have the patience of a saint.”

The Doctor’s assistant had to repress their little chuckles. The tense atmosphere of the laboratory would always be dismissed with your ease, as you’d knowingly nod to Dottore’s colleagues and allow them to leave you two alone. Not even Dottore’s stern attitude would interfere otherwise, even if he tried to conceal his flustered composure at your mere words: “Well perhaps they are a saint, but also a handful for me to deal with.”

“Well, your hypothetical spouse is telling you it's late already and you should take a break for today.”

Conceding to your playful banter, The harbinger’s shoulders loosened up, a rare smile gracing him as he followed you with a wrapped arm around your shoulder. Your victory is marked by your knowing smile and Dottore would not object or conceal his infatuation by referring to you as his spouse. Even if he denies the marital titles as nothing but superficial formalities, he’d walk with you back to your shared personal quarters mumbling:

“Spouse’s orders it is, then.”

✧ It happened during a busy moment when Pantalone and you were at a tailor shop. After much persuasion that lasted weeks, your beloved succeeded at finally dragging you to a luxurious tailoring workshop, where store attendants welcomed you both and helped take your measurements with utter refinement and class.

You stood still with your arms extended, while the attendants did their swift duty with a measuring tape. In the mirror’s reflection before you, you caught sight of Pantalone standing a few steps away, his hand resting thoughtfully against his chin.

“Perhaps an elegant new blazer, white with golden accents?”

You remained still, looking absent-mindedly at the array of fabrics on display. “Dear, there is no need for every piece of clothing to look like it was made for a soirée. I am perfectly fine with a casual cotton blazer.”

The shop attendant closest to you stepped close with some swatches of fabrics to choose from, offering a polite smile. However, Pantalone had to shake his head and charmingly declare – “Oh, nonsense, my spouse deserves only the highest quality and looks when it comes to tailor-made pieces. Excuse me, may I inspect the catalogs for fabrics?”

With a polite nod, the shop assistant did not question the Harbinger or your baffled expression at the sudden choice of words. She was already moving around: “Most certainly, sir. I am sure you and your partner would love our available options. In fact, we also offer discounts for matching tailored ensembles for betrothed pairs if it's for a wedding or a honeymoon special.”

"Wait, wait… we are not-”

“Ah, wonderful,” Pantalone kept the same polite persona without missing a beat. However, the slight knowing smile did not go unnoticed as he glanced at you. “That will be excellent to keep in mind for the future."

What was promised as a quick visit to the tailor shop turned into Pantalone victoriously dragging you through multiple high-end workshops and analyzing the myriads of ‘honeymoon and wedding’ offers when it came to tailor-made clothes. And you, of course, could only gape at him while he kept that ever-charming grin.

“Pantalone, honey, we are not looking into engagement accessories. We are not married.”

“Oh? We are not?” - He feigned innocence and tilted his head. “Hehe, oops.”

✧ When Tartaglia made his way back with his men to Snezhnaya, the fuzzy white snow provided a stark white contrast to the shedding blood on the ground. Clear ruby red droplets stained the cool white terrain after the Harbinger’s successful expedition. 

“Lord Harbinger Tartaglia,” – a Pyro Agent approached, bowing in recognition. “Our reports are in. The site is clear; all abyssal monstrosities have been eliminated.”

Yet Childe was far from tranquil. The rush of battle was still hot in his blood, his hydro dual blades clutched tightly in his hands. Another mission dispelling any filth at the outskirts of Snezhnaya may be mundane for some Fatui skirmishers, yet for a man like Childe, this was his warm-up. 

“Ha… not bad. We finished much earlier today. And here I suspected this would take a whole day.” 

The Pyro Agent nodded – “Yes, sir, indeed. Judging by estimation, our troop would be back to the city by nightfall.”

“...Hold on, nightfall?” 

Suddenly, Tartaglia froze as if a deep culmination dawned on him. The confirmation from his subordinates did not quell his sudden shock. In mere seconds, all his battle rush and thrill of danger vanished before Tartaglia whipped around and exclaimed loudly to his men: 

“Teucer’s theater performance at school is today! My spouse is gonna kill me!” 

Without further words or thought, the Harbinger literally turned and sprinted as far as the horizon could see, leaving his subordinates baffled. Teucer? Spouse? This young Harbinger was married? 

“What… is he on about? I didn't know our lord Harbinger was married,” - the Pyro Agent mumbled, looking into the distance where the figure of a sprinting young man vanished off comically. An Anemoboxer Vanguard stepped nearby, adjusting his gauntlets. “I am pretty sure he isn't. It could be a family member.”

“Then who is the spouse…?” 

The Fatui colleagues exchanged shrugs before the other remembered – “Ah, could be his partner. Remember, they sometimes come to visit when he's training?”

“Oh, then definitely them.” – the two men stared off in the direction Tartaglia had gone, the bizarre image of their superior, so consumed by his bloodlust moments ago, suddenly halting everything to rush home for some kid’s theater performance. And accidentally calling his sweetheart his spouse would be hard to forget.

“Wanna bet he won't make it in time and his ‘spouse’ would teach him a lesson?” 

[limes-sagau]

Starting My Sagau Writing Journey

Ok Im wanting to dip my toes into the Sagau writing scene and I wanted to put out about 3 ideas I have and plan on writing. Each idea will be outlined below and people are welcome to take inspiration off of them just make sure to tag me in the writing. There will also be a poll at the end where you can vote for which one you want to see first. When I finish writing each chapter they will be put up on AO3. 

Shimeji AU: 

For those who don't know, Shimeji is a browser extension that spawns a chibi version of a character onto your browser. This character can then move around and climb on the borders of your web page and just be a cute little distraction (I know this might sound like malware but its not I've had a Venti and a Lumine Shimegi for a while now and haven't experienced anything that can imply they are malware) 

This would be more of a drabble and less of a full fic. 

Basically the characters in genshin become aware through their Shimeji and then begin acting up in your browser when you're out of the game (when you're in game you're fine).

If you leave your web browser opened when you leave your computer you will come back to it being on a weird page 

Like Venti looking at a wine website 

Diluc somehow ending up on a streaming service watching Batman 

Yae Miko finding your writing 

I'll likely start off with characters from Mondstadt and go down the list for each region.

Kidnapped by the Harbingers (not the final title): 

Exactly as it sounds, in the middle of the night you are taken from your college dorm (or room I likely won't specify) to Teyvat after the harbingers find a way into our world. 

Haven't decided which harbinger will be sent (leaning towards Childe because I feel like it would fit best and he'd be down for that type of experiment). 

Most of it will take place in a separate castle from Zapolyarny Palace. 

If you want to know my specific location I have in mind their is a visual novel called Dottore And The Spy where you become Dottores apprentice (highly suggest this visual novel) but its main story takes place in a castle in the middle of a frozen wasteland away from civilization where both Pantalon and Dottore live. This will be the main location for the story. 

I'll also be adding in Capitano as another permanent resident of this castle because I want to write about a big strong man who is the emotional intelligence of the three main harbingers present. 

The other harbingers and the Tsaritsa will appear but they will be much more understated in their role.

I want this fanfic to go into the mental load that being locked away from the world has on a person's psyche.

Readers' powers will slowly awaken, making it harder for the Harbingers to keep us a secret from Teyvat and specifically Celestia.

This won't be a full blown yandere fic with the harbingers, they will be slightly possessive but it is more about your safety since Celestia doesn't like you. 

Celestia will be the ultimate enemy over all but the story will not be focused on shooting down Celestia from the sky as readers powers will not ever reach the strength needed to face Celestia alone. 

Harbingers plan will not have changed; they are still working to take down Celestia.   

This will be taking place after Sumeru (so no Scara or La Signora and their will be less clones)

The story will also include 

Getting to know and bond with your castle staff like maids or ladies in waiting (I know these are typically only given to female presenting reader but I want to write about gossip and forming friendships so this is what I'm going with) 

Quality time with each harbinger

Impressing Dottore with your basic levels of knowledge on Astronomy (since Teyvats sky is fake)

Eventually a runaway arch

Lots of tears and mental breakdowns, but don’t worry there will be comfort as well

Shenanigans 

Possibly NSFW after reader finally convinces everyone to stop calling them “your grace”

To Make a Haven (Title might change):

Imposter (but reader is the real deal) AU

Reader gets killed once by a mob of NPCs 

I want it specifically to be NPCs so the reader still has emotional attachment to the playable characters

Reader seeks out a safe and secluded place  

Teyvat awakens to readers distress and opens up a hidden area of the map to the reader that can only be accessed through very specific means. 

Reader eventually starts bringing in Hilichurls to what for now im going to be calling “the Grove” 

Reader will begin messing around and experimenting with her powers and finds a way to somewhat heal the hilichurls 

This isn't a full fix it will be like layering a curse on top of a curse in order to negate some of the effects of the original curse

The hilicurls will not return to being human they will become something else (human like but not human) 

This fic will contain way more original characters 

Reader will be more spiteful in this fic but less in like a “make everyone suffer” way and more like “lets shake up the system and make everything more challenging for people because they tried to kill me” 

This fic will span over a larger span of time in world with the reader building a full city in the hidden area Teyvat made for them.

Well those are my three ideas! after this poll is done I'm hoping to get the first chapter out with that week, but I'm a college student and it been a while since I have written fanfiction so i make no promises.