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“Figured it out, have you?” Pantalone’s affected slur is gone. Behind the silver glitter of glass, his eyes are lucid—bright and hungry with promise.
“You!” Dottore rasps. “You drugged me!”
The wine stains Pantalone’s smile a deep red, a sanguine gash over a flash of white teeth. “On the contrary, my dear Doctor. I think you’ll find you drugged yourself. I merely recognized a profitable opportunity when I saw it.”
Dottore doses Pantalone’s wine. Pantalone reminds Dottore that he isn’t one to be underestimated.
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- Part 6 of A Hundred Visions and Revisions
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23 Jun 2026
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Dottore, please return the coffee pot by UndercityRat
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
14 Jun 2026
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Tartaglia has only been a harbinger for half a month and he likes to think hes doing a fairly good job learning to get along with his new colleagues.
The problem is he doesn’t really know anything about the regrator and a meeting with him doesn't clear anything up either.Thank the Tsaritsa even the renowned harbingers aren't immune to break room gossip behind the their comrades back. This is surely the best way to learn about the banker that occupies the ninth seat, right?
Basically, I wanted to write about the harbingers oppinion on Pantalone and Dottores relationship behind their backs. Lol.
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- Part 2 of Rats dottlone fics post 6.6
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23 Jun 2026
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Zandik is dead. The agreement transfers to the attending physician.
Segment 35, Omega, is the attending physician.
Someone has to take inventory of what the dead leave behind. 35 begins with a grieving banker.
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20 Jun 2026
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Dottore fit perfectly within his embrace. The way the other man instinctively wrapped his arms around Pantalone’s shoulders—it felt perfect.
It would have been even more perfect if his nose had not caught the trace of an unfamiliar scent lingering on Dottore’s clothes. There was a scent there that definitely did not belong to Dottore. Pantalone would know, because every cologne and perfume Dottore owned had been chosen or gifted by him, and this was definitely not one of them.
“Ugh. You reek of them. I don’t like it,” Pantalone grumbled into the fabric against his face, pressing his nose further into the silk.
“Fufu— jealousy is unbecoming of you, Feofan.”
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It was difficult for Pantalone when everyone seemed drawn to Dottore’s radiance.
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- Part 7 of The Foolish Fatuus
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19 Jun 2026
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Pantalone drowns the yawn in his glass of wine. It leaves a dry and sour taste on his tongue, utterly in conflict with what the bottle’s price tag promised.
At least it does its job, providing numbness to his eardrums that are forced to endure the loud audio. On the stage, the heartbroken wife is lamenting to her loyal maid. One aria ago, she had done the same to her gardener.
Hope her staff list is short, Pantalone silently prays.
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15 Jun 2026