#fatui regrator

characters: dottore , pantalone

summary: their reactions when they find out you do cam work.

warnings: reader does sex cam work , voyeurism(ayato), dottore is nosy

!! DOTTORE finds out by being a nosy prick. recently, you’ve gotten a multitude of filming equipment. when he asked why, you told him you were a streamer — but why would you need to stream, let alone work, when everything you could want is with him alone? which ended up with him being a bit curious — too curious. and eventually getting into your computer and checking out your browser history after finding nothing in your search history. which is where you fucked up — you didn’t clear your search history. which led him to the cam website which you streamed yourself masturbating. he couldn’t help but look at the teasing pictures you uploaded.

he confronted you about it later. once he saw you were more active, he took the chance to ask you about your computer and tripod. “so, i used your computer,” he began, catching your attention from the comfortable silence between you two. “and?” you questioned, not knowing what provoked the man to say such a thing. it’s not like you had anything to hide — not that you could think of. “and i found a Website.” he said, turning to look at you. “in which you were posting yourself..in a rather explicit manner.” he claimed. your eyes widened — “you went through my stuff?” nodding, he admitted to also saving some to send to himself directly as well. it seemed as though he didn’t have a problem with it — not at the moment, anyways. the only thing the crazy man requested was that you let him join every once in a while, to which you agreed.

!! PANTALONE finds out by simply asking you. the gaming chair despite you not being much of a gamer, the camera, the monitors?? you surely weren’t the type to want to stream any content on streaming sites. but that doesn’t exclude yourself, does it?

“you stream yourself masturbating or somethin’?” he asked as he placed his book down and adjusted his glasses, fixing his attention onto you and your expression. based off the shock in your eyes, he figured he’d got his answer. “im not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking..” he sighed, though later continued. “i’d only wish that you’d told me. whose to say i wouldn’t have wanted to watch as well?” he teased. you couldn’t help but feel yourself heat up the the sudden exposure and acceptance to such a lewd line of work.

Your house got destroyed? Sorry that was a false god so your mortgage repayments are still due on the uninhabitable pile of rubble left in its stead. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Same house got destroyed? Sorry but liability for acts of real gods are exempt from home and contents insurance payouts and we owe you nothing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

HMMMMM.

Your mouth is agape as you look at the sparkling vision in your palm, its cold virgin glossy surface shining like crystal. Your stomach is in knots, your heart a mess of complicated feelings; what should be the happiest and most exciting day of your life is muffled in a shroud of abject dread. The trinket weighs heavily in your palm, like a tainted heart in the scales of Anubis.  

How will you be able to break the news to him?

The glowing core represented everything that he despised in the world; the recognition that had eluded him for all of his life. In spite of all of his efforts and ambition. And yet, it had tumbled, seemingly effortlessly and unbidden, into your hand of all places.

As you falteringly break the news to him, staring down at your empty hands, wringing them with shame, he forces a diplomatic smile that does not reach his eyes. The two of you are now different. And a fissure has now cracked through your relationship – one which threatens to bring down the whole edifice. Until now, the balance of power had always been in his favour. But now you hold something that his whole lifetime of wealth cannot buy.

His smile unwavering, he shakes his head in the face of your promises that you won’t use it – you won’t even wear it.

“I’m happy for you,” he says mechanically, rubbing your cheek with a gloved thumb, “You deserve it.”

Rising to his feet, he presses a strong, paternal palm to your head in congratulation - or perhaps reassurance – before planting a light kiss and then leaving, retreating to his study.

He replays the conversation in his mind. It seemed that your well-intended words had wounded him deeply. You had left the Vision in your room lest the sight hurt his feelings in some way. And yet, part of him wanted to know how such divine craftsmanship felt to hold and look at. Your pleading protestations with apologetic wide eyes that you had never actively sought such a thing and had no idea why a Vision would suddenly turn up only rubbed salt into his grieved heart; They had chosen you nonetheless, even when you had had no apparent desire to. And now you have more power than you know what to do with. It seemed almost malicious on their part to toss a trinket so close to his feet.

So why not him?

As much as he loves you, your achievements, though respectable, are quite simply not on the same scale as his own. Who could possibly be his equal? It was squandered on you. No! No, he doesn’t mean that and you must never know that such a jealous thought has crossed his mind in anger, even if you would understand and be sympathetic to his rage. Your merits are what he admires and loves. It is the very fact that you are not ordinary that attracts him to you. So why does his heart feel torn with thorns that the contemptible gods he abhors so much have bestowed this gift on you?

And what sort of deep-seated ambition have you harbouring that They had felt worthy of recognition?

That you have been holding in your heart in secret all this time.

He knows, deep down, that it was not a deliberate action on your part and that if anything, you’d give him your gift in a heartbeat. Or give it back if you could. And yet, a bitter taste fills his mouth at the idea that in spite of your best intentions, he will no doubt watch you grow increasingly at ease with wielding it, to the point that it will never leave your side.

He knows that he should be happy for you.

So why does he feel so utterly betrayed and resentful?

As the rational thoughts vie for his attention in the maelstrom of envy swirling inside, he thinks that perhaps your newfound talent could be of use to him somehow; knowing your unselfish nature, he knows you would feel too guilty not to share it. But it is not quite the same as wielding such a tool of his own, as meaningless as he keeps trying to convince himself that it is. All those times you had resolved together to go to war with Celestia now feel desperately hollow. Had you even meant it?

Perhaps the sting will dull with time, as well as the guilt for feeling this way. But for now, he will allow himself to wallow for the evening.

It’s not that he hates you.

It’s not that he isn’t proud of you or feels that you were somehow undeserving of this honour.

LOOK AT HIM!!