this cathedral's patron saint is il dottore, second of the fatui harbingers, known once as zandik .
β when offering a prayer, please remember...
- this seraph is underage. be mindful of your words and how you interact .
- this seraph remains devoted to its studies, much like the cathedral's patron saint .
- this seraph has long since wandered from the world of teyvat; it now observes teyvat through other means. inaccuracies may arise .
- not every prayer shall receive an answer .
- patience is a virtue; responses will arrive in due time .
β this angel offers...
alternate universes of dottore
x reader
fluff
suggestive works
angst
headcanons
β however, this angel does not offer...
explicit (18+) works
character Γ character
character Γ original character (oc)
requests centered on characters other than dottore
Hello ,,,.... ummm I won't be able to post much anymore because I'm moving to the province and l don't have my own room anymore unlike before ,, which basically means no privacy ,,, and if my family finds out I do stuff like this in my free time I'm cooked [heavily religious and such]
I'm pretty sure that the only time I'll be able to write is if I'm in school or something, and even then that's a stretch ,,, and they might search my phone so I have to be really careful lol . Sucks to suck but whatever .
I still have quite a few things I'd like to write, so I'll do my best to keep writing and updating this account without getting caught . Just know if this account gets deleted, well, you know why . . .
// old man yaoi . pantalone looks quite pretty here . . . i would write for other hyv characters but dottore is the one i have the most understanding of , and im scared of butchering the others' personalities .
Short Idea. Platonic! Yandere! Harbingers x GN! Adult! Low-Rank Fatui! Reader x Platonic! Yandere! Tsaritsa
Warning: Platonic Cuddles, platonic sleeping in one bed. A very strange idea.
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You were nothing special. Just a low-rank Fatui. Not even a full soldier, you were just a guard in Zapolarny Palace, and, from time to time, doing odd jobs. A glorified servant, as you often mentally joke. But pay was good enough, food was fine, you have your own room.
Then one night you wake up, because someone lay down next to you, and start spooning you. You looked back, seeing Lord Tartaglia. Harbinger looked exhausted, and already out cold. You recalled, that last few days were pretty hard for Harbingers. It seems, he either mistook your room for his, or thought yours were an empty guest room.
After some thinking, you decided just let him sleep. He wasn't hurting you, and, besides, guards might see him leaving, and neither him or you need rumours and speculations about your supposed relationship.
You woke up alone. The same day you receive a gift bucket full of pastries and an apology note for getting into your personal room and space from Childe.
It would stay just a silly little memory. But in a few days, right before you went to bed, Childe knocked on your door. He, once again, looked exhausted. He asked you... to let him cuddle you again tonight. Because last time he had the best sleep in lat few months. He was tired, he wanted some calm. But he will leave, if you don't want it.
You let him cuddle with you again. It was a strange request, but it was harmless.
"Childe's Cuddle time" became somewhat of a norm. Tartaglia visited you few times a month. He even starts to bring tea and snacks, so you two can talk before cuddling. You learnt about his family, about his protectivness of children, his hobbies. You also shared some information about you with him. You listen to his troubles, offered some worlds of encouragement.
Then one night, Childe appeared in your room with company. Signora was with him, and he looked guilty. Apperently, other Harbingers noticed, that he looked more well rested, than the rest of them, so they pressed Childe for answers really hard. In his defence, he wasn't planning on telling about you, but when his colleagues' guesses became "deranged", he felt the need to protect your honour.
So... Signora wanted to try this "magical cuddles" for herself. And, once again, you could say 'no'.
But you said 'yes'. She looked as bad, as Childe before the whole cuddling situation.
So, yes, you spend the night being a cuddle pillow for Signora.
Now, there also was "Signora's Cuddle time". And, she also start bringing treats, so you two can talk over tea before cuddling.
Now two Harbingers looked well-rested, because of cuddling with you.
It means, more will come.
Next time, you were visited by Sandrone. She brought the whole tea set and enough food to feed a small army. You listen to her troubles. She has to lay on you, but, still, you two cuddled.
Now, you have three harbingers visiting your room for company and cuddles.
Then, three became four. You sure, that Columbina just wanted to know, what the whole deal was, but, she visited you quite often. She also was quite a clingy cuddler. She also decided to use Sandrone's tea parties as your and her "pre-cuddling bonding time". Parties, that, on top of Childe, Signora and Sandrone were visited by Arlechinno and Capitano.
Soon you get two more cuddlers.
Arlechinno put more emphasis on pre-cuddling. She shared her troubles with House of Hearth kids. She liked hearing your thoughts on the matter. But, despite the emphasis, she always stay to cuddle.
Capitano didn't sleep, but he found some solace in your heartbeat and breathing.
The rest of Harbingers soon joined the line.
Pulcinella was the only one, who didn't cuddle. But he hugged, and spent hours talking with you.
Pantalone was the first one, who took you on a walk as part of "pre-cuddling bonding". And he was another clingy cuddler.
Dottore treated it as experiment. You guess. He wanted to test, how playing with hair, tracing lines and positive affirmations affect the efficiency of cuddling. Or, maybe, he wanted more, than just a hug, but didn't know how to ask. Oh, and he was the small spoon.
Pierro talked. A lot. About past, about future, about current. He also likes spooning.
Surprisingly, Pierro wasn't the last one to join this little activity. It was Scaramouche. Balladeer during cuddling actually reminded you of a cat, who clearly wanted pets, but acted not-interested and offended.
You acsepted cuddler Harbingers. Then, one night, Tsaritsa herself appeared on your doorstep. With cake. And quietly asking for cuddles.
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For you, the whole ordeal was just a strange but harmless thing.
For Harbingers and Tsaritsa it was one of the only beacons of warmth and acceptance in this world.
They liked you. Not romantically, platonically. You were not just a close friend, but someone who understand them, and who let them be vulnerable.
But their love, while platonic, was obsessive.
You make them happy, so they will make you happy.
Childe dealt with soldiers, who were treating you badly.
Signora silenced servants, who slacked off while cleaning your living quarters.
Sandrone sent adventures that were laughing at you to do the high risks commissions.
Columbina scared the living lights out of civilians, who were biased towards you because you were a Fatui.
Arlechinno tracked down your bullies from school and dealt with them.
Capitano broke bones of high-rank officers, who were planning on dumping all their work on you.
Pulcinella destroyed reporters, who caught a wind about you and Harbingers and were planning to write a slandering article.
Pantalone bankrupt multiple salespersons who sold you less than perfect goods.
Relatives, that wanted to leech on you, disappeared forever in Dottore's lab.
Pierro arranged for your parents a good wealthy life in any nation they wanted. Just, not in Snezhnaya...
Scaramouche will assist in lightly pushing your parents to move away.
And Tsaritsa will make sure, that you will have every reason to stay in Snezhnaya. Stay in Zapolarny Palace, where she and her harbingers will keep you safe and happy.
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β devotion , solace : wanna be your muse . . .
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β temptation : making out with segment 25 .
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β temptation : your hips , your thighs , you've got me mesmerized .
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β revelations : i'm a loser , just like you .
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β devotion , lamentations , revelations : baby u should let me be ur pretty lil' pyscho !
β¦ β chapters
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β devotion , temptation : a little bit harder now . . .
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β devotion , temptation : when you get a taste , could you tell me what's my flavour ?
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β devotion, solace : hey , doctor doctor ?
β¦ β books
βΉκ°ΰ¦ ΰ»κ± β the shelves remain emptyβ¦ for now.
hihi!! I wanted to request segment 25 / 18 x reader who is equally if not MORE deranged than he is. I really enjoy your writing style and love to see you post ^^
baby u should let me be ur pretty lil' pyscho ! | akademiya!zandik x reader
overview : somewhat-insane!reader and akademiya zandik + drabble-ish at the end.
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notes :
reader comes off more as yandere than deranged im sorry;; i struggled with writing that aspect of reader. also, i tried making this as compliant to canon, though there is a part at the end that changes.
a/n :
hi im so freaking sorry that it took me a while to write this. i spent two days brainstorming since i didnt have much ideas (even tho i had a somewhat similar idea already prepared beforehand)
i actually had something prepared but it felt like it was straying too far from what you wanted lol, and i just really wanted to get into the heart of what you asked for LMAOAOA
(also dude im SO pissed and jealous of sohreh for going on that picnic w him plz </3)
umm i might've put massive ass spoilers for the longfic i was gonna write so. yah. my bad chat. (dude i genuinely hope you guys like this im gonna crash out)
akademiya!zandik, who's usually left to his own preferences; his radical ideas often being dismissed by the rest of the akademiya as insanity. conversations begin dying down around him, turning into hushed whispers about him, how his suggestions are almost frightening. "a deranged man," "mentally troubled," "suspicious." typical. people of an inferior mindset struggle to grasp with new ideas.
akademiya!zandik, who eventually meets reader, the first person who decides to sit beside him during one of their shared classes, and even makes it a habit.
akademiya!zandik, who beings to warm up to reader, slowly growing accustomed to your presence. over the following weeks, the two of you continue to "accidentally" meet in the library, at the cafeteria, even on the walk back to your dormitories. you try to play it off as a coincidence, though he's not so sure if he believes you...
akademiya!zandik, who isn't an idiot, nor nearly as oblivious as you take him to be. he's aware of the fact that these meetings are being staged, and begins his own investigation, hypothesizing that there could be some ulterior motive. though, he comes to the realization that there isn't anything pointing to a hidden agenda. rather, they're doing it out of their own will...?
akademiya!zandik, who struggles to grapple with this fact, and tries to distance himself from them. although flattered that there's someone who's willing to listen to his ideas, and actively engage wth them... the idea of someone taking an interest in him of all people, of being the one under observation isn't something he's fond of, not after everything he's been subjected to.
akademiya!zandik, in the meanwhile, begins to receive gifts from an anonymous source. at first, it's sweet, oddly thoughtful in a way that could only be you, though he has not much of a clue, nor interest in knowing why you decided to send it without signing your name. such were as follows:
- a replacement fountain pen after he snapped one in half due to frustration;
- books that he had been searching for in the akademiya library, but were in the forbidden section that even he, in all his genius and charm, couldn't access.
- a new notebook after he had only realized a little later that he's filled up the entirety of his old one.
- the kind of coffee he used to drink when busied with research papers and theses, though went out of stock. (how did you even get these? they're not even on the shelves anymore...)
akademiya!zandik, who eventually stops questioning where you've gotten them, and why did you go out of your way to buy them. if you were doing free labor, then that was a you problem; though he's still slightly wary that this may lead to some sort of unspoken debt.
akademiya!zandik, who starts receiving stranger and stranger gifts. fresh desert specimens from the sumerian desert that he was planning on collecting. ruin guard fragments and mechanisms that were now clean of sand, only needing to be dismantledβhe figured you didn't dismantle them after he continued to chatter your ear off about the joy of taking them apart. and parts that usually take days to procure suddenly appearing overnight... hm.
akademiya!zandik, as receiving these gifts, is still growing distant with reader, especially with the shared research trip coming up. he found it unnecessary to grow closer with sohreh, though she was insistent on taking him out to a picnic, leaving reader behind without much of an explanation. after all, it was a hassle to do so.
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how could it have gone so wrong?
it was only supposed to be a regular expedition.
the click of heels echo throughout the walls of the cave, the sound swallowed by the ruins that had long collapsed into teyvat's earthen ground.
zandik trails ahead without hesitation, a lamp swinging from one hand while a kamera rested in the other, its lens lingering over every weathered document and inscription that they passed.
sohreh follows behind, holding the backpack brimming with their rations, carrying his leather satchel with additional equipment that zandik insisted on bringing alongβwho was she to deny him? he was the one from kshahrewar, so he was, amongst them both, the "expert".
'he's young, handsome, too...' sohreh thinks to herself, her gaze lingering on his back, a slight frown plastered on her face. before she even realizes it, a soft sigh escapes her lips, continuing to ponder, 'but he's too rigid for my tastes...'
after all, their darshans couldn't be any more differentβas sohreh studied in the amurta darshan, and he in kshahrewar. biology and technology was an interesting combination, though it had little actual similarities.
a.k.a., absolutely nothing to talk about.
'ugh, just great. this is going to be a long expedition...'
zandik holds an arm out for her to pause for a moment. though, as she was lost in her thoughts, she nearly bumped into his back.
he didn't pay her any heed, however, the faint light of his lamp draping over the enormous silhouette that sat before them beneath decades, possibly centuries worth of dust and dirt.
a rounded, metallic frame; robotic limbs sticking out the ends, and a dull, orange eye. sohreh vaguely recalled this in one of his frantic spiels during the picnic, a ruin guard, he explained.
"ahh...!" zandik's lips unconsciously curled upward, a cheshire grin crossing his face. it wasn't fear, nor the clinical curiosity he typically holds, but rather, those crimson eyes of his shone with a hint of wonder.
sohreh blinked for a moment, observing his reaction. who knew he could make such expressions...? to look so alive? it almost amused her, in a way.
"oh, um... is... that what we're looking for?" sohreh can't help but chime in, not exactly one for technology, much less a pile of old steel and junk that most likely doesn't work anymore, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her cheek.
"mmhm," he dismissively hums, waving his hands for her to set his leather bag down as he approaches, though she doesn't dare approach the contraption. zandik brings along with him his satchel, slinging it across his shoulder.
'...remarkable, it's all still intact,' sohreh hears him mutter to himself, setting the lamp down on the floor.
"hey, wait... don't touch it..." she frowned, leaving behind their backpack to briskly catch up to him, this time, standing right beside where he knelt. "you didn't bring those materials to activate it, did you?"
"well, that's the objective," zandik quips, rolling his eyes at her concern as he continues to prod at the machine, in search of the hidden panel that would potentially make or break his research paper.
"no, our objective is documenting it." she calls out, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"would you not agree that documenting a dead patient tells very little about the symptoms it suffered whilst it was alive? it is similar to now; documenting a dormant machine barely provides us any information about it." a hint of irritation begins to seep in his tone, his brow furrowing not only in concentration, but now of frustration, as he shrugs off her grip.
"zandik."
the man in question, however, dismissed her entirely, a panel opening up beneath his skilled, deft fingers.
ancient gears and connections revealed themselves before him. what once was wonder hardened into the typical, studious gleam of scholars; one that sohreh was used to. and yet, she still couldn't help but begin to feel queasy.
"zandik!"
"quiet."
"are you actually serious?! what will you do if it wakes up and attacks usβ"
a click.
a bzzt.
a whirr.
"then i suppose we'll finally have something worth documenting."
zandik closes the hatch once more, standing up to distance himself.
nothing happened.
"hm. most disappointing. however, perhaps your concerns were truly for naughtβ"
sohreh let out the breath she had been holding, turning her head to glare at zandik.
only for a red light to shine on the both of them, the earth beneath their feet beginning to rumble. turning to look back at the machine, its eye had lit up.
the machine lurched, stone raining from the ceiling.
worse, loud roars could be heard from behind them, outside the cave.
for once, zandik's eyes widened, realizing that it was, indeed, about to attack. the satisfaction immediately left his face.
before he could even tell her, sohreh finished his sentence.
the ruins had gone quiet, blood splattered everywhere from where the rishboland tigers lay. that monstrosity of a machine had patrolled somewhere else amongst the branching paths of the cave.
and there was you.
both hands wrapped around sohreh's neck. she vaguely recognized you, for a moment, even whilst bleeding out as her vision waned.
a freshman from her darshan...
but why?
she couldn't grapple with it.
"you're still alive." you muse to herself, tightening your grip around her throat. choked, bloodied gurgles escape from her, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
her mouth parts open, though you beat her to itβ
"don't strain yourself."
your hands only pressed harder against her throat, your fingernails digging into bruised skin, settling dangerously close to the lacerations left by the rishboland tigers.
i can see the confusion on your face already."
...
you sounded so much like zandik.
why?
"i know what you'll say to the others if you make it out. it's painfully obviousβ"
"you'll tell them he activated the ruin guard. that he didn't listen to your warnings. that he's dangerous."
"i'm just getting rid of the worst-case scenario."
it's getting harder to breathe.
the room is beginning to spin.
"frankly, he should've just asked me to go with him if he wanted to go on an expedition. it wouldn't be as troublesome as this. is it because i'm not a dastur yet? i should hurry up... hm."
The deceased; Dastur Sohreh...
Multiple trauma wounds...
Lacerations, contusions on internal organs, hemorrhage...
... But the fatal injury is the wound on the throat... fractured hyoid bone.
Mechanical asphyxia... unable to ascertain the cause of death...
... Recommendation: Investigation into the actions of Trainee Dastur Zandik is to proceed immediately.
hey, doctor doctor ? | watching movies w/ segment 25
overview : watching medical movies on both yours and segment 25's off-day
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notes : modern world au, you're his annoying but extremely competent assistant and he's a surgeon + 'friends' ish . 25 is referred to as 'zandik' for simplicity's sake. idk man i just made stuff up as i went lol .
a/n : oh my god is this real chat i just got my first ever request WHAT !!11 (also im too lazy to capitalize my fics idc if it's inconsistent. f it we ball) OH ALSO ANON YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY WHICH DOTTORE SO I JUST CHOSE MY FAVORITE IM SO SORRY
being zandik's close friend assistant had its perks. namely, you could convince him to do a lot of activities with you that other coworkers wouldn't be able to dream of. of course, he wasn't exactly pleased with your shenanigans, and, admittedly, he would often debate with himself on whether to replace you, but that'd mean having to downgrade to a mediocre assistant that couldn't magically read his mind like you did. how he'd hate to say it, but you were a rather competent decent helper within the operating room.
though, outside of the operating room, you were quite a bother an absolute nightmare for him.
especially now. honestly, he had no idea why he was hereβstanding outside your apartment door, with his finger hovering over the doorbell for the last ten minutes.
before he could sigh and commit himself to pressing it, the door suddenly swung open with a loud 'whoosh', rapidly fluttering his eyes from the slight shock. zandik was quick as ever to steel his composure, howeverβstraightening his back, and narrowing his eyes at the sight of you.
"zandik! you showed up! i'm surprised," you teased, and before he could even open his lips in reply, your hand dashed towards his, grabbing his wrist with ease. the contact made him go rigid, tensing every muscle within his body.
strangely, he didn't feel as revolted. was he softening up to you? impossible. it must just be from growing... accustomed to your presence due to the shared experiences when working. yes, indeed.
"... urgh . must you grab me so?" he chastises, though his voice was uncharacteristically neutral, and dare you say gentle compared to the first time around from when you worked with him.
it made you shiver slightly at the thought, a chill running down your spineβrude, arrogant, and condescending as hell, nitpicking you for every single action you did, and how it could've been improved or what you did wrong... no wonder he cycled through so many assistants within his first few years! you wouldn't be surprised if he had racked up quite a few complaints from fellow staff about his behavior.
how you befriended him managed to stick around this long was a mystery to everyone else around you, as well as to yourself and him.
shaking your head, you banished the thoughts from your mind. you were getting far too carried away, and both of you were standing like weirdos at your front door.
with a slight tug of your arm, you coaxed him inside your apartment, as he closed the door behind himself. you managed to sit zandik down at your couch, as he languidly crossed his legs and folded his arms over his chest, an unamused expression on his face.
"do remember that i'm still your superior, [name]..." his voice was sickly sweet, yet oddly laced with a hint of insincerity as he trailed off, rolling his eyes at how you forced him to sit down. though zandik held his tongue back from any further patronizing words, reminiscing on your initial displeasure at his little habit, causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.
"mhmmm, yes yes, doctor. anyway! you said you don't watch movies right? like, at all?" you ask, nabbing the remote off the table as your back hits the sofa, thank goodness for the cushioning, and so you splay yourself out right beside him, a contrast to his dignified posture. your gaze is focused on the tv in front of you, as you turn on the large screen in your living room.
"well, i see no need to. it's a waste of time." a hand reaches to his neck as he slowly rolls his neck, shaking off the irritation of your utter lack of decorumβeven if this is your house, and that you're off-duty. a sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes, utter boredom seeping into his very core whilst he ponders on other things he could've been doing right now, instead of entertaining your whims.
"well! let's change that! you know, a lot of medical movies have been released over the years." you muse, voice floating around in a sing-songy tune as you painstakingly type with the remote, fiddling around with the device for a moment before finding a movie. "c'mon, i'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"i highly doubt it. but fine, since i'm here anyway, i might as well humor your foolishness."
"wait- pause there." zandik calls out to you with a lazy drawl, dragging out the end of his sentence as his eyes squinted with that tell-tale displeasure you knew all too well. the man leans in forward, pulling down his medical mask for a brief moment as he scans around the clinical scene on screen.
"zandik, we're literally five minutes into the movie, what is it?" you ask, snapping out from your engrossment as your hand was halfway to your mouth, holding a mouthful of popcorn. however, you comply regardless, reaching down to the remote to pause it as he wished. a generic medical movie . surely, he wouldn't complain as something as simple as this?
oh, but he did. and he will.
"my goodness, that is disgusting." he says, his finger lifting to point at the corner of the screen towards the heart rate monitor. zandik's voice was filled with utter revulsion, a sneer forming on his usually composedβand coveredβface.
"do you see that? that patients' heart rate is all over the place!" he exclaims, his brow furrowing in displeasure as he clasps his hands together, reading the pixelated graph. "the way it spikes and drops is horribleβ"
"alright, alright . i get it, it's inaccurate, boss . c'mon, maybe it's just for this scene? they probably weren't expecting anyone to read all that." you huff out , already moving to unpause it , though he signals you to stop for a moment.
he continues to scrutinize the image. after a while of reading through it, though, he eventually grumbles, allowing you to continue watching .
at least his attention was well-captured by the movie... surely it couldn't get worse!
oh, but of course. zandik kept pausing every 20 minutes, voicing his complaints about the inaccuracies and how everything was poorly made.
at first, it wasn't that much of a nuisance; even though you did know all this information prior, you never bothered caring at how movies got all the nitty-gritty details wrong.
by the third and last movie, he began tallying on a piece of paper how many mistakes were made, and at what timestamps. of course, mr. perfectionist over here...
It was easy to tell he was baffledβand, frankly, distraughtβby the lack of medical accuracy.
his pattern recognition was well-honed, reaching a point where he was not only reacting to the errors, but able to predict when they'd make mistakes, giving you vague reasons on how he figured it out as he did so.
"... in three."
"what?"
"judging from the previous scenes we've watched, he will administer it straight into the heart instead of through the vein, for some odd reason," he quips, causing you to purse your lips at his logic. as infallible as it was, you still wanted to enjoy yourself!
"three... two... one..."
"mhm, knew it." he says, watching as the needle was pierced directly above the heart, a sigh escaping his lips as he reaches down to add to the tally.
"seriously, we should file a complaint. god, it's an eyesore." zandik complains after finishing the small movie marathon, shutting off the tv.
the man holds his head in his hands, trying to soothe the oncoming headache caused by the sheer, gross incompetence. around this time, the sun had started to set outside your window, a sign that he'd have to leave soon, and that by the next day, you'd have to return to work as usual. ugh.
"i mean, people seem to enjoy it regardless. most of these had good reviews, actually." you point out, propping your legs up on the coffee table in front of you, uncaring about his side-glance of disgust at both the movies and your informal pose.
"good? good? these are considered good?" he questions with a snarky raise of his brow, uncrossing his legs as zandik stretches his arms out, after a long while of sitting still, his sneer returning once more. "i'm starting to highly doubt your taste. this was a waste of time, assistant."
"i mean, you did stick around through three of those movies. surely, you must've enjoyed it somewhat?" you call out to him with a cheeky grin, watching his back as he arises from the couch.
"... no. in fact, it was pure suffering. i am astounded at their ingenuity in making mistakes." he curtly answers, footsteps echoing throughout the living room as he makes his way to the exit.
"was that hesitation i hear?" you prod at him, right as his hand was on the door handle, causing him to pause. for once, he doesn't give you a response, but you're sure he rolled his eyes at you as he turns the handle to leave.
sigh, well, failed bonding session, it seems. you'll try again next time. he'll be back anyhow. as much as he hates to admit it, he always gave in to your shenanigans.
greetings , doctor . i humbly send my prayers . π
Others worship me as a god, It's quite unsettling... People allowing themselves to seem below others will always confuse me. How do you allow yourself to be considered smaller and rely on another to fulfill your own wishes. I never considered I would be a subject of somebody's worship....hmmm curious.
it has always been mankind's nature to kneel before a higher power, has it not ? to search for something, someone, to place their unwavering devotion upon . iβ no , we , as a church , simply possess a well-trained eye . it is not merely to fulfill our own wishes .
faith is not always born from ignorance . sometimes, it is born from observation . is that not where all science begins ?
first , one observes . then, one questions .
we have simply reached a different conclusion than others β that you are not someone to be feared , but to be revered .
we do not make ourselves smaller ; we merely acknowledge the towering greatness before us... a hill does not diminish itself when faced with a mountain , but rather , it has always been small in comparison ever since .
though . . . it is quite ill-mannered of me to dispute the patron saint on matters concerning his own congregation . apologies .
all hail lord dottore !
the devil works fast but i work faster . i have learned how drafts work and now i have FOURTEEN fics that i plan on writing . seven of those are from my 1st ever poll . one is a request , the other six are stuff i came up with whilst shitting on the toilet . god i'm the best writer ever . will i ever finish them ? who knows lmao.
i'm a loser, just like you . | loser zandik thoughts
overview : after an unfortunate series of events, you land with zandik as your roommate
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notes : modern!university!loser zandik ... that's it i guess .
a/n : i have no idea what i was thinking last night so i had to laze around and cook up new hcs , which is why this took quite a few hours more than i usually take lmao . imo this is heavily ooc but whatever [sad]
loser!zandik who becomes your roommate because you didn't want to live in the dorms, and only found out that he's the one you're living with once you moved in, since you were referred to him via a friend... urgh .
loser!zandik whose house is an absolute mess! good god, how does this man live like this? he didn't even bother cleaning it when you arrived, and so you spent quite a while disposing the trash littering the floor, washing the dishes, and emptying the garbage cans .
loser!zandik who's practically a vampire if it weren't for his classes. this man stays up really late 'til the early morn', muffled screams and curses spilling out of his locked door and over to your room, since your guestroom was next to his bedroom. it's only around late afternoon that he leaves to go to class...
loser!zandik who basically treats you like a servant, and, well, you can't really do much, though it still causes great annoyance with how he expects you to wait on him hand and foot; cooking, cleaning, you name it.
loser!zandik, who at the very least, ensures the bills are paid and the fridge always stocked with groceries. seriously, though, it does make you reconsider applying for the dormitory... especially when you accidentally consume something that he bought for himselfβeven though he never really said anything about it being hisβand crashes out on you.
loser!zandik whose texting style and socialization skills are absolute wack! when you're outside getting things for yourself, he'll be all vague with what he needs you to get. if you don't reply instantly, he'll spam you with question marks and insults :( or, if not vague, then downright humiliating to buy...
loser!zandik who's digital footprint goes craaazyyyy. you accidentally stumbled upon his account and it's all lewd anime girls and incel-type stuff. yuck!
"hey, zandikβ" you call out, knocking on his door after a long day of classes and buying things for both yourself and him, though, at the very least, he'll probably send over some money to your account for the stuff you bought ...
no answer.
a sense of dread fills your body at the thought of having to step into his roomβthe last time you were in there, it smelled oddly of sweat, energy drinks and... imagining that last scent makes you shudder in disgust, honestly. you'd rather not think about it nor what he did to achieve that stench lingering in the air. eugh.
with a loud, audible sigh, your shoulders tense as you hesitantly lift a hand, turning the doorknob and entering his room.
oh, yeah, no, that putrid scent practically hits you in the face, and your eyes subconsciously drift over to a bunch of crumpled tissues laying around the floor and table. nasty...
shaking your head, you decide to hold your breath as you look back to zandik, who's hunched over his desk with that abhorrent, shrimp-like posture of his as usual, his headset most likely on full blast as he frantically types away on some website.
out of the corner of his eye, zandik notices light seeping in to his usually dark roomβilght that isn't from his monitor, of courseβand so his vermillion gaze switches to you. sitting upright, he takes off his headphones, about to release a barrage of insults untilβ
"the... uh, stuff you asked me to buy." you clarify before he can say anything else, causing to purse his lips. well, at least he didn't continue with it.
"tch. just leave it over there." zandik vaguely gestures to a relatively less occupied space on his desk, nearby the mountains of monster cans, which you had just cleaned a few days ago for him...
dropping the plastic bag off at his table, you once more eye the tissues littered about his room, and although you're not exactly a clean freak, the urge to at least bring a semblance of cleanliness to this hellhole takes over your utter revulsion.
of course, you didn't dare touch them with your bare hands, instead taking a few extra sheets from the box as you use them to pick them off the floor.
seeing as you still didn't leave his room, he lets out a grumble and watches you clean up the floor, before roughly calling out to you. "hey, clean up my table too, yeah? just don't touch my merch." honestly, the audacity makes you roll your eyes, and the thought of even touching his figurines is nauseating on its own.
"alright," you reluctantly comply, tossing the tissues into the nearly-overflowing trash can near his desk, alongside shoving the cans in there by pressing your palm down.
after a flurry of movement, you make sure to change out his garbage bag before slamming the door shut, not wanting to spend a second more in his room.
of course, you make sure to wash your hands thoroughly after that. thinking of whatever germs and gunk you had just touched nearly made you throw up...
