zazandik
synopsis; you guys had grown closer after a certain event and classes had been cancelled. what better way to spend your time with your favorite person and being high at the same time?!?!
a/n; this is lowk supposed to be a part 3 to the other zandik fics but this can be read alone. i’ll make a working master list soon. i don’t give a gaf.
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the akademiya has sent out a warning in the akashas that all classes had been cancelled due to a water leak in the house of daena. you find out while on a field expedition, your hands freezing reading the message. this has never happened before, the akademiya had a strict schedule made so everyone could graduate on time, with no setbacks, so this was a once in a lifetime occurrence. having silently celebrated, you continue searching for your samples before just calling it a day and doing something else.
putting your hand above your eyes, you look at the sky. you guess it’s no later than 12 pm so you still have a whole day to do whatever you want. finding the perfect nilotpala lotus for your research, you gently preserve it in a sealed plastic bag, putting it in your satchel and call it a day.
after going to your dorm to relax and put everything down, you find yourself meaning to do something’s by yourself so you choose to go to the market. walking down the street, you see many vendors selling so many different things. you literally have to refrain yourself from impulse buying because you are a student spending most of your funds on the akademiya. you have no money.
“hey!” a male voice breaks you out of your trance and you look around, trying to find the origin of the voice.
“yeah, you! c’mere!” you slowly walk toward his stand, not many people were looking so you were already pretty skeptical. the voice belongs to a man who is from inazuma. he has brown hair—almost a reddish tint to it—and striking amber eyes.
you take a look at his stand for a second and see he’s just selling local flowers from inazuma, you shrug and just as you are about to walk away he speaks,
“that uniform, you must be a student at the akademiya, yes?” you nod slowly. this feels kinda sketchy.
“i cant imagine the stress you must have.. with all those assignments and studying,” he shakes his head in pity as you furrow your brow. you are proud to be a student at this prestigious institution, you didn’t need his damn pity.
“im fine, thank you very much.” thinking that was the end of it he quickly speaks again,
“please please i did not mean to offend. i was just saying that i might have something for your stress.” he pauses looking you up and down,
“if you want it, that is.”
squinting your eyes, you shake your head in disbelief, this guys marketing skills were terrible!
“look, sir, i don’t even know what you’re implying. you need another line of work because this clearly isn’t working for you—“
“you ever heard of naku weed?” he asks, completely ignoring your previous statement. you freeze trying to think if you ever even have heard of that. sounds familiar though..
you shake your head slowly and he grins slyly,
“like i said, you and other likeminded scholars are probably under so much pressure.” you feel yourself slowly leaning in to hear him out,
“what if i told you, this little purple plant can take all that stress away? don’t worry. it’s not permanent.” he picks up a see through bag that contains the purple, pinkish plant, shaking it in front of your face.
“just for you, i’ll even add a little discount.” he whispers so that only you could hear it. you oughta just walk away give this man the finger but you are a pacifist so you sigh,
“if i buy it will you leave me alone?” you mumble while looking for your mora, he nods profusely and laughs heartily when you put the desired amount of mora in his hand. he in returns gives you the bag of naku weed and gives you instructions on how to use it.
an hour had passed after you had gone to the market. you recall what the man said, saying you shouldn’t be alone for the first time trying it, especially if you are an anxious person.. which you aren’t but you thought it’d be best to be with someone anyways. sharing the experience right? only one person comes to your mind.
after five loud obnoxious knocks, zandik opens the door to his dorm, a frown already etched on his face.
“what do you want?” he was acting awfully condescending for someone who was doing absolutely nothing before you arrived. you happily wave around the bag with the naku weed right in his face and he flinched back. he glances before realizing what exactly is in your hand and pulls your stretched arm into his room, quickly closing the door.
“are you kidding me? bringing drugs onto campus? you could be—“ his rambling was cut short after feeling your warm hand clasp his.
“zandik, it’s fine! it’s the good kind of drug!” you grin slyly, bringing his hand to the bag for him to hold it himself,
he holds it with his thumb and pointer finger, inspecting the bag.
“plus, we won’t get in trouble unless one of us says something.” you put your hands on your hips, feeling proud of yourself that you had encountered such a delicacy (you had obviously been persuaded by that pushy vendor).
zandik thinks for a moment, you both would most definitely be on academic probation if you were caught with it. but then again, you were right, no one will know unless you say something. did you even know what this was? what side effects someone will have if ingested?
“that’s what we will find out!” you snap your fingers, already reading his mind. his lips flatten in silent concentration before fully comprehending what you just said,
“we?” he emphasizes and before he can retaliate, you snatch the bag from his fingers and open it,
“yes, we.” you pull out the naku roll that had already been prepared by the vendor in an effort to show you a quick tutorial on how to properly utilize the raw naku weed.
you were pumped. zandik saw that in your face, the excited smile and the squinted eyes telling him everything. he feels the corner of his mouth quirk, your excitement easing him.
strings of ‘ok’s follow as you take out a lighter from your bag that you discarded on his desk and walk closer to him. he watches you closely as you put the roll in your mouth and move your hand to cover the flame.
“wait,” he snatches the lighter from you, you make a frustrated noise in response but that dies out when you see him reach out, tilting your jaw towards the lighter in his hand. ‘cant trust you to use this in my room’ you hear him mumble under his breath.
the flame sparks, you barely feel the heat as you go closer to light, his gentle grip on your jaw feeling even warmer than the fire. you both watch the flame engulf the tip of the roll until you quickly back away, confused, zandik watches you inhale for a few seconds and then you take the roll from your mouth and exhale.
‘it’s not so bad’, was your immediate thought. until your throat itched. the man from inazuma said this would happen so you walked over to zandiks desk to find a cup half full of water.
your coughing spasm alarmed zandik, a bead of sweat coming down his forehead as he rushes over to you, ushering you to drink. as the coughs died down, you grin mischievously, he sees a certain glint he’s seen too many times in your eyes.
“you have to try this, zandik.” you laugh, putting down the cup and bring the roll to his mouth, he stutters and tries to find any excuse to not. but he doesn’t find any, because he knows he kind of wants to.
he releases a shaky sigh as he takes the slowly burning roll between his thumb and pointer finger again,
“what do i do?” the smell already filling up the room from just your single puff. it’s a sweet sorta smell, he thinks. very outside, nature-y smell.
“you inhale it, like your taking in a deep breath,” he follows your instruction, watching the tip burn closer to his fingers as he’s inhaling,
“and then you hold it for just a few seconds,” you remove the roll from his fingers after he took it out from between his lips.
“ok, now blow it out,” you say quickly, already picking up the cup you had previously drank from, getting ready to hand it to him.
he feels the burning sensation in his throat and he makes a face you could only bust out laughing at. or at least you tried to stifle it. zandik starts coughing, reaching over for the cup in your hand. the tears firming in his eyes from all the coughing made you pout a little, bringing your finger to wipe his eyes. he’s breathing heavily as feels you drag him over to his bed.
with little resistance, he lets you gently push him on the bed.
“that was torture,” his frown slowly turns into a stupid grin, his smile showing his sharp canines. you squeal in pure bliss, already feeling the effects of the weed, it feels like every positive emotion you are feeling right now increased tenfold. you giggle as you sit closely next to him, your thighs touching each others,
“are you feeling it? it takes only minutes to kick in,” you are right up in his personal space, cheesing in his face. as much as he wants to say it hasn’t hit, it most definitely has. and he knows it has hit for you as well, finding everything absolutely hilarious.
he lets out a huff that turns into a giggle—you think it is, you’ve never heard him make such a noise—and that prompts you to laugh with him. your knees buckle and you let yourself fall onto him,
“you’re stupid. this is stupid,” he snorts, he puts a hand on your chest to have eye level contact with you, but he feels like there are no bones in his body—thus no actual effort to try and push you off of him.
“mmmm..” you hum as you start thinking out loud,
“next time—“ you point a finger to his cheek, forehead, nose, neck, every touch punctuating your words,
“next time, we should do this in the desert.” your body swaying as you think about the spot you and zandik had visited previously where you had to conduct a field study. and you might’ve also fucked in one of those huge ruin graders.
when you look back him, his body had slumped against the junction of your neck, the bridge of his nose feeling your fast heart beat through the artery.
“ok let’s go.” he mumbles tiredly but he makes no move to stand.
“ok let’s,” you pause and laugh quietly,
“ok let’s go.” you genuinely had thought you got up and were on your way to grab your bag, but when your hand reached out, it only felt the softness of his messed up blanket on his bed.
you scream laughing again,
“did you see that!? did.. zandik wake up.” your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much, looking at zandik literally snoring upright on your chest. you whisper a confused ‘what the fuck’ as you laugh to your hearts content. why is everything so fucking funny right now??
“get up, zandik!” he lols his head up to try and focus on whatever nonsense you had to say but he couldn’t stop thinking about how abnormally exhausted he felt right now,
“i’m tired.” he slurs, almost in a whiny tone that is music to your ears.
“whaaat?? we just had it! the dude said—“
“the dude?”
“yes! the dude said the weed can make you feel whatever emotion you feel and make you feel even more of that feeling.” you wave your finger around in confidence and he laughs,
“say ‘feel’ one more time..” he chuckles as he feels himself sinking into his bedsheets once again, but this time he’s magically under the soft covers. how did that happen?
“i wan’ feel you..” you squeal quietly, getting in the covers with him. you see his eyes are closed but your not sure if he’s actually asleep. all the hyper-activeness of your completely disappeared when you felt zandiks warm arm go over your waist. now all of a sudden you were tired as well.
“mmmmok let’s sleep.” you snuggle into his pillow, smelling his scent. it’s like a wood scented candle? except it’s way more amplified and heightened because of the naku.
zandik makes a noise akin to a groan and a hum, as he moves his head closer to your hair, and his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. why does everything feel so good right now?
when you woke up, the sun was barely in the sky, telling you it was early in the morning. wow. you feel like you had the greatest sleep ever. you also had a really vivid dream that you know you are going to have to bore zandik with and he will nod along like he was listening.
feeling a warmth around your waist, you turn your head slightly to see zandiks ruby eyes already staring back at you. you don’t say anything, and neither does he so you just stay still staring for a few moments before he breaks the silence,
“we are doing that again.” his voice is a little groggy but his eyes shined with determination. what?? your brows furrow,
“i can’t believe you’re saying that when you immediately fell asleep? you wasted half of that roll!” you sit up in frustration, his arm sliding off of you. he mirrors you, sitting up right and turning to lean on the wall,
“yes ok, but next time i won’t because i know what’s going to happen!” he insists, patting the blanket pooled around his waist. your lips curl into a frown and he rolls his eyes,
“i’ll know what to expect and now i can enjoy it to its full potential, ok?” he brings his hand to yours to clasp it, shaking it in reassurance. you huff harshly,
“fine. but i’ll kill you if you sleep again. i used the mora that i was going to buy my lunch with for that freaking bag.” you feel his clasp on your hand weaken as you pull away, getting up from his bed. setting your feet on the soft carpet you notice the mess you 100% knew wasn’t there before the weed. empty crinkled bags of snacks litter the corner of his room.
now that you think about it, the vivid dream you had had the reoccurring taste of salt and corn. you gasp and come to the realization you were the one who ate and littered his room with the snacks.
you snap your head towards him to see zandik already staring at that said corner. the expression on his face you can only describe as mild disapproval. you shrug sheepishly.
“i was hungry, i suppose.”
“right.”
you pick your fingers, contemplating.
“say it.” he says dryly.
“..do you still want to go to the desert?”
“..yeah.”
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tags 😛: @lovingggvelionax @fattyttore @bluemuff @amariskygal @boafis @kelya0 @vampire-gee @pinkchocoseal
a/n; can you tell i did not take this shit seriously 💀 i think i’m going to make this zandik x reader a series of just random scenarios. still thinking if i want to have like a chronological order or whatever or just be stupid imagined and shit. lmk. actually don’t i already made my decision. stay tuned. or don’t. i don’t gaf.