you should totally do one where dottore is using the trilune powers and the part where the rest burst in after columbina, he ends up recognizing reader as his old lover who went missing back in his akademiya days. not sure how i would want it to end but happy ending… knowing writers, you’ll be creative enough to know 🫵🏽
໒⦂ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖.
notes. hello, tysm for the request! i apologize for the delays aaaa i was saving longer form content to do after i finished the semester since i was quite swamped.. that said, hope this was worth the wait! i also very much recommend willow by taylor swift — the lyrics very much fit this drabble aksjskdj
genre. hurt / comfort
tw. mentioned bullying
trilune god!dottore x gn fae!reader.
ocean tipped needles the size of blades halted in midair just before they could quite puncture or break skin, hovering dangerously close. if you breathed incorrectly, you were sure that crimson was sure to bloom beneath your clothing.
but the doctor was scrupulous. precise, even amidst the battlefield — where it called for combat prowess and not the clinical kind.
his expression was unreadable behind that crow-like mask, the one you’d only heard rumors about, and you couldn’t help but wish to see what those rubies were conveying underneath. was he angered? disappointed? satisfied? surprised that you were alive after all these years spent apart after his expulsion?
it was difficult for you to pinpoint. back at the akademiya, his face was on display for your eyes to observe at all times — watching the way his features pulled together so easily depending on the circumstances. he was.. incredibly expressive, from what you’d burned into your memory since his departure.
maybe that was why he hid it now, for no one to ever know what he was thinking — what he was expressing beneath the guise.
“..what is the meaning of this?” dottore cut through the silence — slowly, carefully, yet each word had come out more frigid than the last. an obvious distance between you both, and yet a yearning melancholy.
the traveler helped columbina back to her feet after a particularly harsh blow, the rest of their comrades following suit to their side just a few steps behind you. if the doctor had to guess, this farce looked more or less like a pathetic attempt at shielding themselves using his former partner as a wall of some kind.
it filled him with ire, and yet as he set his divine gaze upon your face — all that seemed to dull and dissipate into something quiet and almost in disbelief. you were still alive after all these years — even after he’d gone back to sumeru and found through his intelligence that you were no longer there.. you’d managed to live as long as he had.
doing what, he wasn’t sure — and part of him had desperately wanted to know how, given the lengths he had gone to exceed the expiration of most humans.. but that seemed to die on his tongue as he approached you with meticulous steps.
you always held firm when it came to him, never once intimidated by his presence. his village scorned him for his existence, either choosing to run away or at him with pitchforks and torches for his way of thinking, meanwhile his fellow alumni kept a safe distance, whispering among themselves when they thought he could not hear.
but you? archons, either you were a fool, naive, too kind for your own good, or all the above.
he admired your persistence, attempting to drill your way into his heart with the second lunch you always brought him ( because his was somehow always sullied one way or another- typically by students who simply wanted to make his day unbearable ) or through the bandages you’d conveniently kept on you to tend to some cuts and bruises that came not from experiments but from some daring hands or blades. whatever the reason, if anything ever went bad ( not that he really cared, it was mostly just an inconvenience ), you were always there to pick up the pieces even when he didn’t ask.
eventually he’d realized that nothing could push you away. even his unethical practices and hereditary mind were not enough to deter you, which only made him wonder how much longer you’d be able to stand him before fleeing or casting him out, too.
and when the day of his expulsion came, it was him that was forced to take his leave. because he knew you’d fight it, he left without a say. the akademiya was already holding him back enough from reaching his full potential, and although you made being there more bearable.. he did not belong there.
you deserved better, as well.
but did you?
“zandik..” you spoke his name quietly, like an ancient spell that very little could chant, as though lost in the winds of time. he’d long since forgone that name, associating it with someone weaker — more pathetic than his current self. a scholar with academic constraints.
zandik would never have created a god or become one himself. he paled in comparison to the person he now was, and yet, when you uttered that name so gently.. in the way that you called it so warmly back at the akademiya, or whispered it so tenderly during lectures — he found himself berating it less.
despite the audience, it mattered little to him that they knew his given name. as of this moment, you were here — in the flesh. and although you were intervening with his experiment, carefully crafted to take from the world what had never been granted to him.. he found trouble being put off by this occurrence.
if anything, he was more intrigued by this variable. he’d never considered the possibility of you intervening with his plans, and for that he had to pay respects to whoever managed to find or create this potential projection of you. no one had known about your importance to him, or even your existence — he made sure to never bring you up to his colleagues, and willed his mind to forget.
you had your own life, something that should not be thrown away or contaminated by your previous association to his existence. and if that meant never seeing you again, pushing down those memories of his- the only fond ones he would have of his youth.. then he was willing to make that sacrifice.
even now, when he might have had you back.
“you shouldn’t be here, if you even are here.” dottore said in lieu of greeting, waving away the needles just slightly away from potentially damaging your body — fresh out of the sweet memories he’d long since buried. just in different clothing — with the green akademiya robes long gone, and features that were slightly more matured. “for all the time you’d spent around me, you should know better than to interrupt my experiments.”
“and you should know that i always remained even as you sighed and rolled your eyes. the vacant seat was never there without reason.” you returned, challenging his integrity in the way that you would centuries ago. he was glad to find that you still had that spark in you — the one that dared to question his intelligence even though it was clear that he was the top student.
you never shied away, and he admired that you tried — that you even bothered to test yourself against him.
a soft chuckle left his lips. “the vacant seat was a default, my dear. have you forgotten that desks were coupled?”
“how could i?” you returned with an airiness, braving the trek towards him. “it meant i always had a seat guaranteed beside you.”
as your footsteps slowed just a few inches away from his much larger stature — far different than the feeble man you came to know at the akademiya — you allowed your hands to find the long locks that had spilled over his shoulder, humming thoughtfully to yourself. “you grew your hair out.”
“that’s what you notice?” he scoffed, though there was little bite behind his words, and he made no effort to stop your curious hands.
it made you smile a little, looking up at him with a longer hum this time as your brows knitted together. deeply concentrated, or at least- that was what you aimed to convey. “i think you got taller as well — late growth spurt?”
that earned you a click of the tongue, and despite the mask, you knew he was rolling those rubies underneath that crow-like mask.
some things never changed.
“very funny, dear. your observations never cease to leave me questioning how your scholarly career had persisted for as long as it had.” he parroted back, yet his hand reached to cup your cheek — cradling it as though it were an ancient artifact dug up from an era once lost to time.
which, in a way, it was.
and instead of pushing it away or recoiling, you leaned into it, placing your two hands over the back of his as your eyes fluttered shut. “my degree would say otherwise, i could show it to you sometime.” you offered sweetly, unbothered by the mild insult — but you knew to read between the lines, having dealt with his speech patterns time and time again. “though, that might be difficult with the way things seem to be playing out here.”
as though struck by reality, dottore found that behind you — there was still the traveler and their ragtag team along with his treacherous colleagues.
colleagues that eyed him skeptically, yet equally as fiercely. likely planning to turn him over to her majesty for his experiment.
pursing his lips together after looking between the group and yourself, dottore snapped his fingers with his free hand, space warping. the moon marrows might have been stolen back, but he still had the ability to wield the artificial one- albeit less stable now.
the familiar lab of the false moon institute greeted the two of you as he let his shoulders fall, exhaustion creeping up on him. leave it to the descender to sully his plans, but no matter. experiments could go either way, he knew that well. and while results are the end goal, he quite valued the process — certainly whenever outliers presented themselves like this.
“i meant what i said before.” the harbinger finally spoke again, running his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “you should not be here. it’s.. not possible.” he followed up quietly, still not quite believing that you had been there- in the flesh.
but you were.
moving closer, you reached up to peel off the mask that hid one of your favorite features of his, smiling at the softened, glistened hue of scarlet that greeted you. “you’d be correct on that,” you answered breezily, placing down the accessory on a desk scattered with his notes. “except for long living species. fae tend to live longer — or age slower, i suppose.”
that made his eyes widen. a fae? you’d never once mentioned that — or had you said it and he tuned it out with how engrossed he usually got with his studies?
either way, it made his breath hitch just enough for you to notice. “i never really got to tell you, did i?” you continued with a small laugh, though it lacked the mirth he remembered. “i was hoping to, but the day that i finally felt okay enough to tell you- you were suddenly gone. expelled.” you finished a little lower, though your words never wavered in clarity and confidence. “i just never said it because i didn’t want you to think less or more of me — i liked what we had, you made me feel.. normal.”
now that made him huff out a laugh of his own, seafoam locks bouncing with the shake of his head. “i could say the same, given my own reputation and how you still spoke or hung around me as though i were anyone else.” if you were worried about being abnormal, then what would that make him? alien?
saying that only seemed to make your smile stretch, however. “maybe that’s why i felt drawn to you. we shared something in common, although differing, but it brought us together.. and that still seems to hold now,” you continued, reaching up to hold his own cheek. “right, zandik?”
pink collected on his pale cheeks as his eyes fell to your hand and then back to your face before flitting elsewhere. without the mask, he felt.. naked, for lack of better wording — vulnerable.
and yet he couldn’t find a better person to share that with. consider yourself lucky, or unlucky. “a rather bold hypothesis with little grounds and a clear bias.” he remarked, returning his gaze to you. “but perhaps.. a welcome one.”
without constraint, he pulled your body into his- smaller against him because of the power he had partially inherited, but that didn’t stop you from squeezing back. centuries had gone by building up to the moment you would one day find him again.
and you weren’t going to be picky about a height difference of all things.
“you don’t know how many nights i’ve spent dreaming of this day, zandik.”
pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he basked in your familiar fragrance, reminiscent of the nation he could never called home. “as i have missed you deeply, my dear.”
notes. this is how the archon quest ended? right? like uh, y’know he didn’t kick the bucket and just tp-ed back to the lab with us, right? right..?
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"Tch- let's hope we get more masks today. I'll get my ref sheets first, then see how this team works on him. " You mutter moving towards the domain. "What will it be getting this week, Dottores' Mask, Dottores' belts, or Dottores' plug."
[Them being self-aware while you're playing. Today's Team; Zhongli, Columbina, Ineffa and Baizhu vs Heretic of the False moon; Il Dottore]
Cw. SFW. Actual Boss battle fight, Forth wall breaks, use of canon Voicelines. Temporary character death [Video game logic] [Part 3]
"It feels surreal." Columbina gasps as she looks around the domain, looking over her shoulder when Zhongli steps through shortly behind her and blinks
"Ah, You fought at the basis of this domains' foundation, is that right?" he asks curiously, helping Baizhu step through the veil then Ineffa.
"I did." She frowns, face sesrching the grounds "theres a bit missing here."
"Correct. We believe it to be a feature special to the domains nature," Ineffa adds, folding her hands in front of herself. "The guides' device can only store so much of our surroundings as it is a temporary space, to keep all things loaded here would threaten the stability of our connection to them."
"Do not fret the details, child of the Moon." Zhongli dips his head in kind to Columbina "We will not be here long."
"Hah. how insulting, Morax."
Zhonglis' golden eyes slit and narrow at the use of his name, heads turning to face the sight of Dottore, the man larger than Columbina last remembered him to be
she frowns. 'No, that's right, it's only a segment.'
She glances back to the screen shining behind Zhonglis' form to glance at your face, your cheek pressed into your palm as you blow a puff of air from between your lips, waiting for something. she turns back to Dottore
"Surprised to see I'm not dead, little sister?" He taunts, making her shiver in disgust at the tone
"Dottore." Ineffa steps in, placing a hand on her shoulder to pull the woman back behind the trigger line. "I recommend waiting until the Guide is able to step in."
"Guide?" He growls out the nickname. "Do you not even care to use your Gods name? is it so sacred you feel unable to? unworthy?"
"We've had this conversation plenty of times by now." Baizhu finally pipes up, a wince on his face as his stomach settles from the teleportation "Do refrain from the repetition"
"Pathetic." he spits back
Columbina looks between the group a little lost, the four seemed to know each other well
or, well enough, that they're confident enough to talk back to Dottore so casually
She frowns when he turns to face her, ignoring the other three.
"Columbina, this will be our first rematch. I look forward to the secondary trial." he clicks his tongue "a shame you will not win this time."
'hmn'
You perk up as the screen loads in, and you see Zhongli facing the Trilunar God, arms folded, and the familiar looking rock orbiting him his eyes glowing- you hesitate, twirling the camera around to bring up his face close to the screen.
Oddly detailed. slitted. blinking...?
you lean back a moment, taking in a deep breath, more and more things haven't been right in your game, and this seemed to be another new thing.
'Not a mod.' You think, twisting the camera around again. 'No lag.'
and yet so... cool.
Zhongli smiles softly as his eyes follow the small golden orb, not unlike the meteor he controls, swirl around him, the screen from earlier morphing into the tiny seelie pet of yours.
"It seems we will not be in a rush today," he comments, leaning back to address the others. "They wish to take photo's today."
Dottore deflates, clicking his fingers and dropping down onto the platform and crossing his arm in disappointment
"what does that mean?" Columbina murmurs, facing the archon
A kamera appears, floating for a second before dropping into Ineffas open palm
"It means it is time for your photoshoot."
You hum pleased as you looked over the screenshots, a collage of Columbina in her idle animation, attack, and her burst. The background perfect for the images.
Pulling out of the kamera feature, you twirl her in a circle, smiling at the gentle sounds of twinkles coming off of her footsteps. tapping the controls, you let her character pause, hit the inventory screen, and open up the screenshots on a separate tab
Columbina wobbles as she centres herself, arms spread out
"Well, that went quite well." Baizhu muses, taking her forearm to help stablise her "not nearly as long as the last set."
"This is a normal event?" Columbina questions
"Yes, it is."
"why?..."
Baizhu purses his lips, glancing at Zhongli, who lets out a chuckle at the swap
"I believe it's just in appreciation of us, Child of the Moon." he awnsers. "Is it so odd that our patron God reveres us in turn?"
"Yes." she awnsers immediately. "Why would they care for us?" she turns her gaze to the seelie and frowns "I still don't... understand this guide."
"Perhaps that is because you are one yourself," Zhongli points out "One that operates differently to our 'eye in the sky'"
"Are you done, yet." An irritated voice calls out, again, Dottore calls out unprompted
Zhongli sighs and shakes his head "Yes, they're just sorting through the photographs"
he grits his sharpened teeth. "Perhaps you could try being a bit more proactive?" he growls, lifting his mask to your obscured visage, his sight seeing through the frail 'screen' straight through to you. hand twitching and summoning a black and red mutation and jamming his fist through it
You click 'save' on the last image and place down your phone, stretching before turning your attention back to the game and seizing up when you notice the blind movements of a hand-
a hand. patting around the flat screen of your device.
your jaw drops at the blue appendage and lean over to watch its pointer finally grasp onto your controls, and inch your Columbina forwards in the game-
The screen glitches, the black and red inky mist where the hand protrudes thinning, making the hand flinch and retreat, but it's done what it needed to.
[Take cover behind the Ancient Moon's Remnants to escape the moonfall impact...]
"The night sky... dims... once more..." You watch in horror as Columbina falls.
Snapping out of it, Gasping and leaping to grab the controls to immediately steer Zhongli behind the obelisk just in time to save him from getting one shot too when the screen glitches again, rolling straight into the next commandment despite the first still occuring on screen
[Stay right where you are, or you'll be punished for crossing the line...]
you take your hands off the controls, your hands were trembling from adrenalin, if you kept them on it -
[Affected by The Doctor's power, your sense of direction is now inverted...]
'you-'
[Do not face The Doctor, for gazing upon a God invites punishment...]
You gape at the screen when Zhonglis' pillar activates by itself and brings up his shield
'This... was no longer just a game'
Columbina shuffles away from the glaringly bright walls of the tight enclosure she finds herself in, grasping at her chest and panting before being able to focus back on the fight
Zhongli is reasonably annoyed, kicking up his polearm and knocking back The Doctor, Baizhu just behind urging Changsheng to whip around and slither around the heretics leg and biting down once, twice.
"Ugh -" The mad man grins sadistically "That's more like it; some results of value."
"Columbina!" She jumps, turning to see Ineffa making her way to her, jumping over the numberous lazer devices, stamping the nearest into the ground and crushing it underfoot, hooking the toe of her boot beath and kicking it into the next
the lineup tumbles like a domino stack, allowing her to reach the moon goddess in quick succession
"Here." The android hands over the MRE device, a golden sparkle shines "Eat, Baizhu will put up his shield the moment you revive."
she reaches out her hand to the bag, swallowing down the seethrough appearance of her limb, memories bubbling forth of the past few months
"An egg?" she whispers
"Fried. Bennett made them." Ineffa nods, stamping her polearm into the ground, summoning Birgitta and seeing it immediately teleport on top of the two in battle. She holds her hand out to Columbina with her shield spreading and coating her
"You'll feel better afterwards. We will sort through the optimal food options for you at a later date."
She grimaces but picks out an egg, tossing the small thing into her mouth and chewing. when she swallows, she watches with a morbid curiosity as her skin sparkles and loses the transparency
with help, she stands and nods to Ineffa, facing the fight and following her back in.
a green glow consumes her form and deflects the stray blasts that ricochet from the clashing of Zhonglis favonius polearm and The Doctors raised arm
"Entropy!" Zhongli doesn't falter, jamming the tip of his weapon into the battleground, preventing him from being blasted backward
Baizhu is not so lucky, Changsheng hisses as both of them fly through the air and are knocked out of the arena, the same veil that'd coated Columbina moments before apearing on him as he's rolled into the stasis box
"We must hurry" Ineffa raises her voice, "he-"
Columbina quickly clasps her hands together "Allow me to step in."
Just as quickly as he was knocked down, he'd been revived. the pained and tired look on the pharmacists face wincing as he struggles to sit up from the harsh blow, a series of rough coughs spurting from his mouth causing her to falter "ah- that was supposed to help"
"Go." Ineffa presses her towards where Zhongli is currently stalling solo "i will assist the good Doctor."
they nod at each other and split up
She waves her hand and sends a torent of hydro into the face of Dottore, the unexpected attack making him splutter at the absurdity of it and making him glitch, teleporting back to swipe at his face. Zhongli perks up and takes a deep breath. to Columbina he didn't look too injured, just tired.
He summons another piller as another vanishes, the golden glow flickering as it swaps over
"Welcome back." he greets "now. should we test that new ability of yours?"
she raises her hands, to the sky and drags it down, a phantasmal set of wings bursting from her back "New moon rises!"
hydro drips from the heavens, crystaline chimes ringing out on the field and as Zhonglis' pillars pulse in energy, golden sigils sprout from the earth creating a minefield
Dottore straightens and grins at the development "Good, keep it up. I'm still collecting data."
Guiding them back and forth was exhausting, the game not functioning normally, the controls worthless as you arent able to move them. the screen pointer becoming like a suggestion you recognise from The Sims.
"c'mon..." you whisper under your breath as Zhongli and Columbina enter the rifts and the scene changes
your whole team is visible now, not just your main. that inky mist making your device now permenantly fucked with.
you open the inventory and slog through the food category and tap the elemental potions, draging the item above the Baizhu and Ineffa and watching as they hold out their hands and catch the vials
you look on with distress as Baizhu is helped to his feet by Ineffa, popping the capmand downing the elemental stimulus in one gulp, Ineffa doing the same
"Defensive mode engaged"
you breath out a sigh of relief when Ineffas shield appears around them
"Mind the side effects."
they both engage Dottore, Ineffa taking lead with Birgitta while Baizhu sticks to the outskirts, throwing out his arm occasionally and sending Changsheng out and refreshing their shield
the battleground shatters and Dottore stumbles, a cry of agrivation as Zhongli and Columbina reappear through the rift
"So you rather wallow in this rotten, decaying world?!"
your shoulders sink in pure relief as the Doctor collapses to his knees, the the leyline flower bursting out beside him and the domain clears of obstacles
"You-" you voice cracks, all five of them free at the sound of your voice, faces snapping straight to you making you waiver at the realistic fluidity of their movements, their appearance. "What the fuck was that!"
[What boss are you fighting next? weekly or otherwise, and who's your team of the day for it? - I personally dont have everyone, so screenshot doodles at the end will vary unless you send in your own! either works, Thank you for reading!]
papa pierro…….. that mask is suspiciously shaped like a certain other harbinger’s…… watching his adopted son die over and over and over and over and over oh dear (headcanon)
Working on Dr. Data [Datattore? DottoData? I will give him a designation soon soon, promise]
but this is subject to change. when he's finalised for the series, [which will be after we get this loser in game so i can take my character reference screenshots myself.] hell get a propper character sheet. I have written up some of the features i hope he has and will be able to incorporate, but we will have to see :] my beloved transformers elements will be prominent in final drafts
will he have an ass? will he have tits? such is the question i need to ask myself for his final form,
drawing on a wacom is alr till you lose the pencil in the middle of drawing so have this datatorre drawing for fun because i’m trying to learn how to draw men still and looking for my pencil 💔
