#hi3 otto apocalypse

[deathbxnny]

helloo, platonic otto with a child!reader he made from his and Kallen’s dna, kinda similar to dr.mei making adam with her and kevins dna :3

I absolutely love this idea, and thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you like this!<33

Content: Platonic relationships, vague descriptions of experimentation, brainwashing(?,) Otto being questionably evil per usual, child reader, maybe ooc?, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

He considered the day of your "birth" to be the second best one of his life. The first one was meeting Kallen, of course, but your existence finally coming to life after so many endless years of hard research and experimenting almost beat it. But only almost.

For a while, he didn't really see you as a person. Sure you were technically his child now, but ultimately, you were really just created to follow in your "mothers" footsteps and make him proud! From the moment you can speak and walk, you are put through extensive training and schooling. He makes sure to let you know perfectly that this is all for your greater good and that you are very much expected to follow everything he says.

He sometimes conducts experiments on you as well, not necessarily any harmful ones, but rather one's that challenge your strength or intelligence. Failing his tests makes him irritated, although he hides it well behind strain smiles and rather rough pats to your head, as he tells you to do better next time. You've certainly taught him patience, that's for sure.

With that said, he loves ranting to you about literally anything that comes to mind. It doesn't matter that you are still a child or that you don't even understand anything he says. He will simply talk for hours on end and expect you to be listening. In a way, he thinks that you're the only person who can understand him. You are his child after all.

Theresa is less excited about hearing of your existence and Otto knows this, which is why he hides you very well from most, if not all, Valkyries. The last thing he wants is for anyone to get their hands on you or hurt you for that matter. Perhaps you've really grown on him more than just a perfect experiment after all.

Bit rest assured, that you will be spoiled greatly, especially if you do have some of Kallen's personality traits. He spares no expenses, as his only request is for you to never leave his side like everyone else did.

Sorry this took a while. School, work, and my health have been all jumping me at once, so I hope this is okay, Anon! And thank you again for the request!<33

[endlesslytired]

At chapter 29 now, I'm reaching closer but my fight to catch up to the new chapters is far from over (the Otto is simping so hard he breaks the universe arc is SO LONGGG) but I know I'm getting there

[b1adie]

— ⟢ My Idol Debut Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected ⟣ —

[justmarrik]

oh no it's otto

[sacron1143]

How far we've come

[lucid-elroxx]

No new render today. Been feeling sick.

[psychopomparia]

Finally, the Otto Apocolypse-Luocha-Void Archives encounters I've been waiting for

I waited so long for them to remember that Void is still in the game. Welt arrived at the express with a blonde companion (no seriously, where is VA in the game? He gets mentioned early on vaguely and then in the Welt flashbacks. He's even in Welt's splash art)

and then there's these two

I love Otto's narrations here. He's such a guy

TWINS akdlsfjfalsd

[aeonophagic]

prequel to the cutscene

[catalinemorosetheblog]

I decided to be silly with memes, especially in the realization that a lot of some "antagonists" (if you can call some of them that) keep having connections to this very specific dead guy.

[otto-apocalypse]

Mood

[theelf-art]

the man, the myth, the origin of literally everyone's trauma

i can't make him better, i can't make him worse, but i can [redacted to comply with tumblr tos]

[deathbxnny]

hallo!! platonic welt yang and otto apocalypse with child!herrscher reader? :))

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Hello there, Anon! Thank you for the nice request and I hope you'll like this!<3

Content: Child Herrscher reader, brainwashing?, Otto being a bit evil, small mentions of experimentation, fluff, platonic relationships, probably somewhat ooc?, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

《Welt Yang》

Welt only relaxed around you, once he made sure you weren't hostile or violent. Then, like most kids he seems to randomly stumble upon, he decided to take you under his wing as well, in hopes of making you do good for the world instead of destroying it. Some tried arguing against his decision on this, but he is too stubborn to be swayed rom it. If he believes you can do good, then you will.

With that said, your Herrscher identity is kept a secret from the general public and only very few and selected people know of it. He wants to give you a chance at a normal childhood, perhaps out of guilt for the few Herrscher children and teens who couldn't do the same.

You are therefore treated as a child, something that definitely tires out the older man at times, who has a hard time keeping up with you. You however have made his life brighter and more lively in many ways, which he appreciates more than you'll ever know. That made him spoil you very often with anything you want. He knows it's probably not a good idea, but he just can't help himself. Welt is also very mindful of educating you well and keeping track of your manners. He won't ever scold you too harshly for mistakes, and instead will simply take mistakes as teaching moments with you. Even when you get bored of his lectures easily.

You will never see the brutality of a battlefield either. He absolutely refuses to put you in danger, even if you were strong enough to take care of yourself. He'll protect you and the rest of the world with his life and makes sure you never forget that. He'll always be there for you when you need him.

《Otto Apocalypse》

The chances of you having been essentially kidnapped against your will the moment you awoke as a Herrscher are pretty high. You're scared and confused, but don't worry, Otto is a good guy. Or at least, that's what he tells you. Being so young and naive certainly makes things easier for the man, who's only interest really lies in seeing your abilities potential for his holy cause.

But alas, whilst attempting to brainwash you in believing in whatever he tells you to, he finds himself slowly but surely harboring a soft spot for you. One he stays ignorantly and blissfully unaware of out of fear of becoming too attached. Yet it happens anyways and you take notice in the way he begins to change over time.

He doesn't outright ever conduct experiments on you, or at least not painful ones. Those seem to become more similar to long talking sessions, until he eventually just keeps you at his side as a little "asssisstant". He argues that it's to keep an eye on you easier, but it's fooling no one. Otto also has a habit to spoil you with whatever you want, whenever you did well on a task or test he had set up for you.

Whether or not he sets you out to fight against his enemies is really up to his mood and the circumstance at hand. It's really rare however and often times he just let's you stay next to him, so you can "watch and learn". In reality, you have just become too valuable for him to lose, but that's something he won't ever admit.

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I thank you once again for the request Anon and hope you liked it!<33

[endlesslytired]

Following another 5+ hour plus attack on getting through the chapters of this game,

I have more HI3 stuff

[aintaresz]

✎ : ⌜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐈𝟑 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬⌟

[solxamber]

Hiii cld u write smth about otto apocalypse X afab reader from the hitgame honkai impact 3rd 😛😛 LIKE LORD THERE BARELY ANY FICS ABOUT THIS MAN I WANT HIM SO BAD AKAUDGEHDHJEID

Confession Impossible - Otto Apocalypse x reader

3 Times Otto Apocalypse tries to confess and the 1 time he succeeds

Did not expect my first ask from hi3 to be otto (absolutely expected it to be Mei or Elysia) but i was pretty excited lol. I hope you like it <3

It wasn’t often that Otto Apocalypse found himself out of his depth, but here he was, pacing around the plush living room of Kallen’s apartment like a man who’d lost all sense of control. The usually composed and sly mastermind was currently dealing with an issue far beyond all his machinations and manipulations.

The issue in question? You.

And of course, Kallen was sitting there on the couch, watching him with barely contained amusement. Sakura sat next to her, offering a soft smile, sympathy practically radiating off her.

“This is torture,” Otto muttered, running a hand through his hair. He stopped pacing, staring down at Kallen. “I’ve faced down empires, altered time itself, and yet… this.”

“You’re lovesick,” Kallen said simply, a broad grin spreading across her face.

“Hopelessly,” Sakura added sympathetically, shooting him a look that was all empathy.

Otto shot them both a glare. “You’re supposed to help me.”

“We are helping,” Kallen replied, lounging back and crossing one leg over the other. “This is our version of tough love.”

Otto let out an exasperated sigh. He turned toward the window, peering out at the cityscape below. Somewhere out there, you were living your life, blissfully unaware of his current plight. For all his intelligence, charisma, and centuries of life, you remained an enigma. He could manipulate entire realities, but getting you to understand that he liked you? Impossible.

“You’re overthinking it,” Kallen piped up, and Otto turned back toward her.

“How am I supposed to approach this?” he asked, exasperation clear in his tone. “Every time I drop a hint, she just—she doesn’t get it! How can someone be so… oblivious?”

“Well,” Kallen said, snickering, “maybe your hints are more convoluted than you think.”

Sakura nodded, offering a small smile. “Perhaps she’s simply not expecting a confession from you. You don’t exactly have the… softest reputation.”

Kallen barked a laugh at that. “Yeah, maybe try toning down the scheming vibes next time you try.”

Otto’s lips thinned into a line. “I’m not scheming. I’m…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word. “I’m being subtle.”

Kallen and Sakura exchanged a glance.

“Sure, subtle,” Kallen said with a wink.

Sakura gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe subtle isn’t your best approach, Otto.”

Otto let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He pointed at Kallen accusingly, voice dipping to whine"The only reason you can sit there and mock me is because you're married to Sakura. If you weren't, you'd be in the same boat as me, suffering like the rest of us!."

Sakura nodded sagely, "Love does make a fool of us all."

Kallen simply grinned, resting her head on Sakura's shoulder. :Perks of being off the market, dear Otto."

He sighed again, feeling defeated. How was it that even when he planned everything out perfectly, you still managed to remain blissfully unaware of his intentions? He supposed that was part of the charm—you didn’t fall for his usual tricks. You were something else entirely.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try again.

The first time Otto tried to confess to you, it was over lunch. You had agreed to meet him at a quaint little café near your apartment, completely unaware that Otto had spent hours agonizing over how to word his feelings in a way you would pick up on. In his mind, this would be simple. He would drop a compliment, you’d catch it, and it would all progress from there. Easy.

“Wow, this place is nice,” you remarked, looking around the café with wide eyes. “Thanks for inviting me, Otto. I needed this break.”

“My pleasure,” he replied smoothly, trying to maintain his composure. His heart was pounding, but outwardly, he remained the picture of calm and collected. “You deserve to unwind.”

You smiled at him, and his heart fluttered. This was it. He could feel it.

“By the way,” Otto began, lowering his voice slightly to make the moment feel more intimate, “have I told you how… radiant you look today?”

You blinked at him, your expression turning quizzical. “Radiant?”

“Yes,” Otto said, trying to keep the conversation flowing smoothly. “Radiant, as in glowing. You have a certain… light about you.”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in concentration. “Did they change the lightbulbs in here?”

Otto stared at you for a long second, completely taken off guard. “What?”

“You said I was glowing,” you said, glancing around. “I thought maybe the lighting in here was brighter or something.”

He blinked. “No. No, I meant you were glowing.”

“Oh,” you said, then laughed. “Thanks, Otto, that’s sweet. It must be the highlighter I’m wearing. I tried this new brand. It’s got, like, these shimmer particles, or whatever.” You tapped your cheekbones proudly.

Otto’s internal scream could’ve shattered the entire building. “Yes… of course.”

Otto decided that his next attempt had to be a bit grander. Clearly, subtlety wasn’t your thing, so he aimed for something more… obvious. He planned everything meticulously. He would surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small note tucked inside, detailing his feelings. It was a tried-and-true method, foolproof.

The execution? Well, not so much.

You had come to visit him at his office, and when you entered, you were immediately met with the sight of Otto standing there, holding an enormous bouquet of roses.

You blinked. “Whoa, that’s… a lot of flowers.”

Otto smiled, confidence radiating from him. “They’re for you.”

Your eyes widened. “For me? But… why?”

It was time. The moment had arrived.

“Because I wanted to show you how much you mean to me,” he said, keeping his tone soft and sincere. “You have this way of brightening my day, and—”

“Wait,” you interrupted, your face suddenly filling with guilt. “Oh no, did I forget my birthday? Is today my birthday?”

Otto nearly choked on air. “No—”

“My God, it’s not my birthday,” you continued, talking more to yourself than him. “Then… Oh no, it’s not *your* birthday, is it? Oh no, did I completely forget—”

“No,” Otto said, more forcefully this time, shaking his head. “It’s not a birthday. I’m trying to—”

“Oh! Is this, like, a holiday thing? I’ve been kind of out of it lately. If this is for some special day, I’ll feel really bad for not getting you anything.”

Otto clenched his teeth, trying his best not to let his exasperation show. “It’s not a holiday, either. I’m trying to confess—”

“Oh! Confess what?” you asked innocently, eyes wide and curious. “Did something go wrong?”

He stared at you, deadpan, as if you’d grown a second head. “Yes,” he finally muttered. “Something has gone terribly wrong.”

After two failed attempts, Otto was determined to make this one work. This time, he wasn’t going to leave anything up to chance. He had planned a grand dinner at a private location—an elegant setup with candles, roses, and the perfect atmosphere for a confession.

The food was meticulously chosen, the wine aged to perfection. Nothing could go wrong.

Except, of course, everything went wrong.

The evening started well enough. You had agreed to meet him at the secret garden, a stunning venue that Otto had carefully prepared. As you arrived, your eyes widened at the sight of the romantic setup.

“Wow,” you breathed, taking in the scene. “This is beautiful, Otto.”

Otto smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “I’m glad you like it. Tonight is… special.”

You nodded, eyes still sparkling with awe. “Yeah, this definitely looks special. Are we celebrating something? Did you win another crazy battle against fate or something?”

Otto suppressed the urge to sigh. “No. This is not about battles or fate. This is about—”

But before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden, loud bang followed by a spray of wine. Somehow, the bottle he’d carefully selected and opened just moments ago had exploded, soaking both of you in red wine.

You yelped, wiping the wine from your face, your hair now sticky with the liquid. “Oh my God! Otto, are you okay?”

Otto stood there, drenched, his face a perfect picture of disbelief. “Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m fine.”

You gave him a hesitant smile. “This is… uh, a very memorable evening.”

Otto stared at you, feeling the last remnants of his carefully planned evening slipping through his fingers. “That’s one way to put it.”

The night was officially a disaster, and despite his best efforts to recover, Otto’s attempt at confessing was once again derailed. By the time dessert arrived, you were too busy trying to wring out your dress to notice Otto’s barely concealed frustration.

By now, Otto was at the end of his rope. Subtlety didn’t work, elaborate gestures were a failure, and fate seemed to enjoy playing cruel tricks on him. So, he resolved to take the simplest, most straightforward route. No more games. No more grand plans.

He would just tell you.

You met Otto in the garden again, though this time the atmosphere was much more relaxed. No grand dinners, no candles—just a quiet, serene walk beneath the stars. Otto glanced at you, steeling himself for what was about to come.

You were chatting casually, oblivious to the tension building inside him. Finally, Otto stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. His eyes were intense, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something more desperate.

“Listen,” Otto began, his voice a bit more strained than usual. “I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “Doing what?”

“This!” He gestured vaguely, frustration leaking into his tone. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve complimented you, I’ve given you flowers, I’ve set up dinners… and yet, you still don’t understand.”

You stared at him, completely confused. “Understand what?”

Otto took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I like you. No—I love you. Romantically. I’ve been trying to tell you for what feels like forever, but you never seem to get it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait… you… love me?”

“Yes,” Otto said, exasperated. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! How could you not have noticed?”

“I thought…” you trailed off, looking flustered. “I thought you were just being nice. Or maybe playing one of your weird games.”

Otto groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would I go through all this trouble if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

You stood there in stunned silence for a moment, processing his words. Then, suddenly, you smiled—bright and genuine. “Wow. I didn’t expect this.”

Otto stared at you, completely dumbfounded. “You didn’t expect this?”

“Nope,” you said with a chuckle. “But… I guess I should’ve known. I mean, now that I think about it, you have been acting kind of weird.”

Otto threw his hands up in the air. “Exactly!”

You giggled softly, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry, Otto. I didn’t realize. But… for what it’s worth, I like you too.”

Otto’s breath caught in his throat. “You do?”

You nodded, smiling warmly. “Yeah. I just… never thought you’d be interested in me like that.”

Otto stared at you for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Without thinking, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair.

“I’ve been interested in you for a long time,” he whispered, his voice softer now. “I’m just glad you finally got the message.”

You hugged him back, resting your head against his chest. “Sorry it took me so long.”

Otto smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Better late than never.”

For once, everything felt right. No more schemes, no more plans—just you and him, standing together beneath the stars.

Kallen was going to laugh at him for weeks, but in this moment, Otto didn’t care. You were in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

Now, if only he could figure out how to plan your first date without accidentally making it look like another elaborate plot.

Maybe Kallen had a point. He really did need to work on his approach.

Masterlist

[lieserli]

ill have you know i laughed out loud at the former bc we know he has zero qualms pretending to be a woman as evidenced by the latter. this is real. he has done this before. he would pretend to be your mom to get ahold of your deepest and darkest secrets. he would catfish people irl