azubah!!

synopsis: bllk boys reacting to your unfortunate sequence of events that you play off as normal

based on this request!

cast: isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi, reo, chigiri, shidou, kaiser, ness

gn!reader (?), cusswords & mention of alcohol & maybe risky situations (obviously LOL), crack smau, established relationship

part II

Yoichi Isagi

Meguru Bachira

Rin Itoshi

Sae Itoshi

Seishiro Nagi

Reo Mikage

Hyoma Chigri

Ryusei Shidou

Michael Kaiser

Alexis Ness

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Paring/s: Batboys + Wally West x gn!reader

Warning/s: Cursing, mentions of sex on Wally’s part

Thank you @mellowvisions15 for the request!

Taglist! (comment to be added!)

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texts with the creeps where they find out you took a picture of them with Nefarious intent (perversion)

ft. brian thomas, tim wright, jeffery woods, EJ, tobias rogers, BEN/ ben drowned

AN: y’all send requests + asks pls this is so fun

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Can i get Shuichi and Hajime (sep if u can!) with a gn! reader who uses their cutesy look to trick and lie to others? They also say ALOT of dirty jokes (think of Miu but they can actually be important in the class trials). But one day suddenly reader gets a little more quiet and embarrassingly soft with Shuichi and Hajime?? THAT'S how they knew reader loves them, as they now ACCIDENTALLY say lovey stuff instead of dirty stuff

⌒☆ "hope you're alright, and if you think my request is too difficult you can always tell me!"

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Okay!. Sorry it took so long. I'm doing fine. I kinda just struggle a bit when writing Shuichi.

"A little shit." That's what Hajime would describe you with. Shuichi would too but he doesn't have the heart to call you that. You are adorable, any poor unfortunate soul would think your just an innocent person. But the things you say and do. "Hey! Maybe if you bent over enough and moaned-" GOSH they are vulgar. Hajime and Shuichi put up with you, only because your useful in trials. But it was weird in the shift of you. Softer, quieter, with Hajime and Shuichi. No no! You couldn't have possibly fell in love?! That's impossible- it was very very possible. Those sweet nothings you whispered. Then you immediately ran off embarrassed and realized what you said. They chased after you. It was a weird, cute game of cat and mouse. Hajime and Shuichi were loving every part of it. Maybe you'd confess first, maybe you were waiting for them to confess first. Maybe you all just liked this game. Maybe it was weird. But deep down. Its fun!. To all of you.

OKAY SORRY IF IT'S BAD AND SEEMS RUSHED!! I wrote this at like 12am!.

Do you want to draw or cosplay a retired war general in his cutesy dorm uniform but are struggling to find an accurate reference for that godforsaken pattern on his tights?

Well do I have a solution for you!

Now you might be saying: "Oh, I can just buy or look at a cosplay." WRONG!

🤫 Sh, Don't Tell Nobody

Warning: Dom Bottom character, Sub Top AMAB no pronouned reader, anal penetration, established relationship. No use of (y/n).

Note: Lowkey nothing burger with a dash of angst but I've been in that mood recently...so, enjoy!

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Jason has never liked bigger men. Those who were taller, muscular, with a demanding presence to boot. He'll always feel like a helpless kid staring down a juice collector, trying to will away the threat from his limp mother just down the hall behind him. No matter how much Jason puffed out his chest and glared, it was never enough to dissuade anyone from doing what he wanted.

Then Jason became the big man. No longer was he squaring his pointy shoulders and hissing at everyone who looked his way. Now, he walked with a hunch to his shoulders as if afraid to take up too much room. So long as he wasn't on a job, that is.

And then...there was you.

Deep down, Jason's sure he'll always pause, at least for a brief moment, when he glimpses your shadow in the hallways. He'll always prefer to sleep with his back turned, hands to yourself at night. You're not that kind of guy, but at a glance, you could be. He feels terrible for it.

You're gentle, though, soft. Sometimes Jason takes advantage of it; most of the time he doesn't. It's not your fault you have the figure you do; it's not your fault he's so insecure all the time. He shouldn't take it out on you. He does, though; it bleeds out.

It really is a blessing that you're so submissive. Always so eager to do everything he says. Bending this way and that, all for him. It makes Jason feel a certain type of way, even outside of arousal. It's almost as if it's a big 'fuck you' to the world who's delt him these shitty cards.

"Tell me you love me," He'll pant against your ear while riding you, though it's really more of a painfully slow grind. His nails are all tugged into your chest and shoulders. Leaving tender lines all over. You whimper what he wants to hear, because of course you do, and it only serves to fuel the ocean of delusion swirling around him. He loves you, of course he does, but the high you give him is like nothing else. The second you get your cock in his ass, he phases out.

Distantly, he can feel how you're pawing at his hips and waist; it's warm, burning actually, but more in a dizzying manner rather than a grounding one. Your tongue glides up his neck, suckes marks against his jaw, and all Jason can do is smile to himself.

TW: Prostate stimulation, Overstimulation, Male squirting, Dubious consent (?) SubReader, Manhandling, Dacryphilia, Watersports (?), Yuuji's kinda mean...

SUM: Yuuji finds out how to make you squirt through reddit. And a little bit of estimating, and hands-on expiriments.

No proofread... maybe later. NSFW under cut.

Imagine Loser!boyfriend who loves it whenever you send him pics or videos of you riding a dildo and moaning out his name like a proper whore. Ass up face down moaning and whimpering in the sheets as you cum repeatedly on the custom silicone dick that had a resemblance to his own dick. His glasses fogging up as he fists his fat cock , Hot!reader mailing his loser boyfriend a picture of him fucking himself on a huge dildo whilst on a family vacation, which the picture would and WILL be used to master bait to in the toilet,

Since the poor boy cant feel your body against his he has to resort to pictures and videos of you and him when you two were getting spicy together outside your dads pool, fucking like rabbits till the sun raises and then sets. His cum flowing out of your abused hole but then he plugs you up so none of his seed can escape you.

Imagine Loser!boyfriend who basically worships the floor you walk on, sniffs your underwear, your clothes and gropes you whenever you and him are cuddling in bed, he cant help but want to stick his cock inside you whilst you two are visiting family together, you tell him he has to wait until you both get back home but he cant help it!! He has to cum in you so badlyy..you are just so fucking hot he cant help but come in his pants just thinking of you face down ass up arching your back and presenting your ass to him.

Imagine loser!boyfriend showing you all his favourite anime figure collection to you, hoping he wont get judged for such childish behaviour you surprisingly found it very cute, buying him new anime figures whenever you got the chance, and even sometimes dressing up for him in hid favourite anime characters outfit’s, just for him to rip it off you and fuck you till you couldn’t spell your own name, you would have to take hours just to try and get his cock soft, that mission would be impossible with you being in such an oufit, you do sometimes wonder why all the anime he watches are so sexual,

Saying things like “why are they showing so much skin?” And “do you like this kind of stuff honey?..” he would get nervous thinking you might take him as a weirdo but u only smiled “how about i dress up the same way?” Which only leads to you bring smothered in cum and having a gaping asshole for hours on end,

I haven't read the manga...but I'll happily give an x male!reader instead

Out of all of the students at NRC, a few are more willing to date another male than others...

Out of all the students among those ones though, Leona cares the least. He likes what he likes, that's all that he cares about. Plus, it makes some of the court members back home upset. To him gender doesn’t matter, he just simply doesn’t care. If he likes a girl then he likes a girl. If he likes a guy then he likes a guy. He really doesn’t understand how people care about trivial things like that. Dont think that doesn’t mean he won’t protect you though. The minute someone looks at you weird, let alone make a comment, all hell breaks loose. You have to hold him back before he does anything regrettably, but that doesn’t mean he’s not glaring at the person the rest of the time.

“I’m not gonna sit around while they talk about you like that,” Leona scoffs before throwing an arm around your shoulders. He starts to lead you away but you can still see the irritated twitch of his tail behind him. “Whatever…let’s just go before I turn back. You’re making it up to me though.”

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Rook is definitely more opened minded than most. He sees a sort of beauty in being able to date the same gender. He also can’t help that you’re amazing and everything he adores. He’ll spend hours citing poems and sonnets he wrote for you if you’d let him. Theres never a day where he’s not singing your praises. Nothing makes him happier then seeing his boyfriend all happy and blushing as he lists everything he adores about you. What’s even better is that he’ll gladly defend your honor towards anyone who’s says anything bad. It’ll take a few minutes to reassure you that he’s fine and won’t do anything but you both know he’s stalking them for a few days while plotting.

“What?” Rook looks at you in faux shock when you ask him about the guy that bothered you the other day. “Non! I have not been watching him from afar…it was just a confidence he fell down those stairs”

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Jade definitely does not mind dating a guy at all. It’s pretty common for merfolk to dabble in dating the same genders…and other things. So he doesn’t see any shame in dating you. Instead, he shows you off in the way he usually does with things he’s interested in. He’ll always find a way to bring you up in conversations. It could be talking about the weather and somehow he ends up talking about your eyes and how they remind him of the sky. It’s annoying, to everyone else at least. Though that does mean he ropes you in to the trio’s schemes, much to Azul’s dismay. It also means that no one would dare talk bad about you unless they want a six foot something eel looming behind them.

“Oh,” Jade tilted his head with that usual smirk he always had. He simply glanced from you to the poor boy that decided to open his mouth. “You didn’t tell me you two were friends…unless you aren’t?”

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Trey also doesn’t care about gender. Instead, he focuses on the values a person has and determines from there if he likes them. He also didn’t really except much considering NRC is an all boys school, which limits the options if you’re not open minded. That’s why he focused on character and yours stood out to him the most. He spends most of his days happy that he’ll be able to take you home someday and introduce you to his family. Which always ends up in him making sweets that you like…which caused Heartslaybul to eat the same thing for five days in a row. Riddle was not happy but Trey couldn’t care less. He’s just wondering how you’ll react when he sees you later and showers you in affection. He’s sweet but that also changes the moment he hears something bad being said about you. He’ll drop everything to go and find you before confronting the kid.

“Is this him?” Trey asks as he glances back at you. He sighs when he as you nod before turning back to the kid. “Perhaps we should talk. I think there’s some things we can go over…”

contains: sukuna | nanami | gojo | veerrrryyy short drabble

sleepily stumbling into ryomen sukuna's throne room, you find him sitting with his legs spread, idly toying with the hem of his black kimono. trudging over to him, you kneel down at the front of his chair, planting your face right into his left thigh. it's warm, meaty, and you can feel the hard layer of muscle occasionally shifting underneath the plush layer of fat sukuna had gained from becoming less tyrant-oriented and more you-oriented.

"brat, what did i say about touching, huh?" he grunts. when you don't move and only shift closer with a soft mrrr, he brings his hand up to your head, gently scratching that sweet spot between your ears. your head shifts upwards, seeking more of that contact, and sukuna can't resist.

"up." he commands, and when you comply, he settles you on his thighs, perching you on his lap. bringing your head down to hook your chin over his shoulder, he rubs the nape of your neck, much slower and softer than anyone else had seen the king of curses be. he feels your body going slack. "good kitty, back to sleep." he drawls.

he plans on putting you back in your bed the moment your eyes are asleep, and having uraume watch over you instead. he can't be bothered.

padding over to kento nanami's spot on the couch, you stand in front of him as he reads his book, one leg crossed over the other.

"nanamin," you start, yawning mid-way through your sentence. "uncross your legs."

he sighs through his nose, the fabric of his beige slacks shifting as he uncrosses his legs. you climb atop him, and he lets out a quiet grunt, his arms circling your middle as he reads his book over your shoulder.

"my mouth hurts." you murmur, too low for even someone with heightened senses like nanami to hear. "nanami, my mouth—"

nanami sighs again, and drags a hand down the lower half of his face "teeth." he interjects, positioning your head right in front of his face. he puts his book down on the arm of the couch, using the index finger and thumb of the same hand to push up your upper lip and inspect your canines.

"you're fine. i told you earlier not to chew on those bones—now look at you." he replies after inspecting your teeth, though the way he's started rubbing your back says that he's trying to comfort you—no matter how inefficient your eating and chewing habits may be.

satoru gojo's sitting at his desk grading papers when the door opens with a gentle creak.

"there he is!" he shouts, a huge grin spreading over his face. he opens his arms for you, beckoning you into his lap. when you sit on him, back against his warm chest, it's like the stack of papers in front of completely disappears. all his focus is on you.

he pampers you, bombarding you with questions. how was your day? did you sleep well? hungry? thirsty? hot? cold?

"tired."

"ahh," he chuckles with a grin. "then i guess i'll let you sleep, pretty kitty." he says, softer now, and leaning back in his chair to accommodate for you.

he rocks you back and forth gently, letting your heavy eyelids close shut, not stopping until he hears the familiar sound of your soft snoring.

Bruce doesn’t trust many alphas enough to allow them to enter his nest. Especially while he’s in heat.

You, of course, are one of those many. Unfortunately, you also happen to be his oldest son.

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A loud stream of motor-like purring reverberated through the nesting room. Bruce’s hands were curled into your hair, fingers running over your scalp in all the motherly fashions only being in heat could summon out of him.

Situated between his thighs was you—nose deep in his cunt, hair stuck to your forehead as sweat collected at your brow, and your clothes lost in some corner of the room. Taking care of dear old dad.

It wasn’t like an alpha’s knot, that you knew. So it would only keep him satisfied for an hour or two before he started pawing at your cock again.

But, the reason he trusts you is because of the fact that you have never even tried to knot him. And you won’t be betraying that trust now.

You ever so gently slide your tongue into your dad’s cunt, barely restraining a purr of your own when his hips follow your mouth.

It’s just you and him. You’re not about to ruin that just because your dick is hard.

You nuzzle into his hand, allowing yourself to purr into it, when he slides a hand from your curls down to cup your nape and jawline, spreading his legs further.

Yeah, you’re not about to change it all.

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Bruce wants you to knot him REAL bad. Every time he has a heat he literally invites you to take care of him and you think he doesn’t want you to knot him but he’s sitting there like, “Why is my alpha son not making hot sweaty love to me right now this instant?” Like, he’s feeling a little insecure outside of heat brain since he thinks you don’t WANT him and just come out of the kindness of your heart or some shit.

overblot boys x gn!reader - taking pics of them from afar : from this request !

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

JAMIL VIPER

VIL SCHOENHEIT

IDIA SHROUD

MALLEUS DRACONIA

A/N: had to switch to laptop to avoid the terrors of the tumblr image limit 😰

PART SIX OUT OF SIX // THE END

SYNOPSIS (of part). In this life, you're an ordinary researcher and journalist who started having dreams that felt all too real and familiar, ranging from a large winery and vineyard in Mondstadt to the harsh embrace of winter in Snezhnaya, each dream including different men whose faces you couldn't see nor recognize.

PAIRING/S. dottore x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader

CONTENT. VERY ANTICLIMATIC, fluff, mentions of experiments, traveler goes by they/them, dottore is a warning itself, VERY ooc and potential grammar errors! (this was written before luna vii!)

WORD COUNT. 4183 words

WEAVED MASTERLIST / NAVIGATION

PREVIOUS LIFE

In this life, you’re a renowned researcher and journalist who seeks truths and stories worth telling. 

Your current life was, by all appearances, ordinary enough: long days spent between trapping yourself in your humble home writing a new article, whatever fieldwork your latest assignment demanded, quiet evenings with tea gone cold beside stacks of notes, and the steady comfort of routines you had built for yourself one careful habit at a time. 

You had work, a reputation, and a life that made sense on paper, even if it often felt a little too quiet when the day was done. 

Then, you started having specific dreams. 

At first, they were easy to dismiss.

Everyone dreamed, after all.

Some people dreamed of falling. Others dreamed of flying. Some dreamed of places they had never seen or conversations they had never had, only to wake up and laugh at the absurdity of it all before continuing on with their lives.

You dreamed of something akin to memories that did not belong to you. 

You dreamed of lanterns floating above a harbor bathed in gold as a man with amber eyes stood beside you and spoke with a patience that made centuries feel insignificant. 

You dreamed of arguments inside a library so vast that it felt endless, where green eyes watched you with equal parts exasperation and fondness while books and notes were scattered across every available surface.

You dreamed of rain tapping softly against windows as carefully written letters rested in your lap, the elegant handwriting upon them somehow more familiar than your own.

You dreamed of vineyards stretching endlessly beneath Mondstadt's skies, of firelight dancing across wooden floors, of a home that smelled faintly of grapes and wine and cedarwood.

And sometimes—

you dreamed of snow.

Not the gentle, beautiful snow, but the cold, suffocating snow that buried the world beneath white silence while somewhere in the distance a pair of crimson eyes watched you with a terrifying sort of patience.

Those were the dreams that always woke you, left your heart racing and your hands trembling beneath your blankets long after morning arrived.

As one of Teyvat's most respected journalists and natural researchers, perhaps you should have been fascinated.

Instead, you were afraid.

Because dreams should fade.

Yours only became clearer.

BLASPHEMY LOVES MISERY MASTERLIST AO3

Dottore x Angel!Reader

word count: 20,973

Could he stop his favorite angel from turning into a seelie in time?

cw: gender neutral reader, vague Pantalone x reader, vague Dottolone, dead dove, heavy angst, power imbalance, physical + emotional abuse, punishment, suicide attempt, physical disability (immobilization), PTSD, past trauma, isolation, size difference, face slapping, choking, manhandling, slow burn, childhood friends, Pierro is so done, Sandrone mentioned, Sandrone is cool.

-> Read all chapters in one post

I. Chapter 1: Blasphemy

II. Chapter 2

III. Chapter 3

BLASPHEMY LOVES MISERY

Dottore x Angel!Reader

CHAPTER 1: BLASPHEMY masterlist

word count: 5,690

cw: gender neutral reader, vague Pantalone x reader, vague Dottolone, dead dove, heavy angst, power imbalance, physical + emotional abuse, punishment, suicide attempt, physical disability (immobilization), PTSD, past trauma, isolation, size difference, face slapping, choking, manhandling, slow burn, childhood friends, Pierro is so done, Sandrone mentioned, Sandrone is cool.

Could he stop his favorite angel from turning into a seelie in time?

Zandik barely used the dorm provided by the Akademiya anymore, even the bullies stopped looking for him in the halls. The little patch of grassland next to the river in the Devantaka mountain replaced his creaky bed. One of the main reasons for him to speed here after class everyday was to study the khaenri'ah machines scattered around.

And you. 

For the first time ever, someone actually took the initiative to approach him with good intentions. It baffled Zandik why you were willing to assist him in his research secretly, assembling the ruin guard when he wasn't looking or the missing parts seemed to find themselves. Not to mention when he finally caught you red handed two months ago, your only answer was to cheer him up since he was the “grumpiest” one you saw in the research team. The most perplexing part, one he was still trying to figure out, was your advanced knowledge about these ruins. You claimed to simply be a “rebellious kid who fled home” and the Devantaka mountain just happened to be your favorite camp spot. A laughable attempt at lying. Zandik even considered teaching you to lie better after finding out what all this really meant. Nonetheless, he decided to play along for the time being. 

It was the middle of the night when Zandik jolted awake. The mountain was quiet, saved for the cricket chirps and his ragged breathing. Glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, you were still sound in your sleeping bag, fireflies hovering above your face. He shooed them off before getting out of his own sleeping bag. Walking past the extinguished camp fire and messy study notes, Zandik reached the river. The full moon’s reflection stared back at him. He sat down and replayed the dream in his head. The nightmares were getting worse and worse despite him not encountering anything dramatic recently. He was sure you could do something about it, given your wide range of knowledge on just about anything. But then again, why expose his weakness? 

His train of thought was cut off by the sound of grass rustling from behind.

“Nightmares are to be taken seriously, you know?”

You settled down next to him, extending your legs to dip them into the water. He just ignored you and kept staring at the moon’s reflection. It was slightly distorted due to the ripples. You kept on talking anyways. His unresponsiveness was nothing new.

“You should have told me earlier. I have some herbs for it.”

Zandik muttered under his breath.

“Just some stupid dream anyways.”

To his surprise, you reacted strongly to the non-committal answer. An accusing finger pointed at his face.This pose usually indicated you were about to go on a ramble and he was prepared for it, a bit excited for the new knowledge. His subtle little smirk went unnoticed.

“You should know, many important prophecies were told through dreams, either implanted by the angels or the heavenly principle at the time. They are also deeply connected to one’s fate as they are a medium to interact with Irminsul.”

You wiggle your finger.

“So, whatever bad things you dreamt of, absolutely look out for them in the future.”

Giving the water a kick one last time, you stood up and looked down at him.

“I’m gonna go make you some medicine. Be a good one and don’t you dare ditch like last time.”

Zandik rolled his eyes.

“Tsk.”

The thought of returning to the sleeping bag made his skin crawl, so he lied about wanting to sit by the river until the medicine kicked in. Not that Zandik was having so many nightmares that the sight alone haunted him. You did not need to know that.

“Hm, that's the Capricorn.”

Your finger pointed at the starlit sky. Zandik tilted his head a bit, trying to see the constellation.

“I see it. Alright, you win.”

“Cool! That means you’ll have to hold up your end of the deal.”

He let out a sign, still looking at the stars.

“Yeah, fine. We’ll go to the Akademiya tomorrow after my class ends.”

He didn't expect to lose the game this soon. Constellation spotting was a simple game you made up back when you got your ankle sprained, and the nightly exploration was cancelled for the day. Chasing after a shroomboar because it stole your bread mid dinner wasn't your brightest idea.

Something landed on his shoulder. Tearing his gaze away from the sky, he was met with the sight of your closed eyes. Despite not taking the sleeping medicine, you had fallen asleep before him. Zandik could feel the medicine starting to kick in too. The stars became blurry and the familiar droopy feeling urged him to lie down. With a hand holding your head in place, Zandik pulled the both of you down, hitting the grass with a soft thud. When his eyes closed, he hoped your lifeless eyes wouldn't stare back at him in his dream anymore. 

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It was too late to realize he could get expelled for this. The Akademiya handbook explicitly stated that smuggling a non-scholar into their facilities was considered a serious security breach. But you were already standing in front of the House of Daena’s main entrance. You looked ridiculous in his uniform. The sleeves were comically long, covering past your hands. Only his hat (he did not let you borrow this) fit perfectly fine on your head, everything else almost brought a laugh out of him. Although, this made him a bit conscious about his uncomfortable height. 

His hand gripped your shoulder while you browsed the enormous collection of books. Zandik let go of you once and you managed to get into a fight over a book with a senior. Thankfully, you found a new fixation on the ancient Teyvat book section. Temporary peace was achieved for now. 

He leaned against the tall shelves, trying his best to ignore the occasional stares from scholars passing by. This was the first time the notorious freak of the Akademiya was seen with a person after all. You were too occupied with the books next to him to know your ridiculous attire was also silently being judged. He felt a tug on his arm.

“That one.”

You simply pointed at a book on a particular high spot. He only needed to turn his body half way, reached his arm out a bit then handed it to you. Zandik managed to glance at the cover.

“ ‘Hymns of the Far North’? I never knew you were interested in folklore.”

“Well, my um… parents told me this story as a historical event.”

Instead of taking it, you wordlessly opened the book and used his hand like a holder. His eyes slightly twitched. You kept talking anyways.

“The First Angel, Koitar, was the origin of the seelies. She and the voyager formed a very deep bond. This went against the rule that angels were created to love all beings equally. And so, the angel race was punished by getting turned into seelies. Any angel who falls in love will be stripped of their mind and body.”

Zandik was silent for a moment, taking all of the information in. His other hand came up to flip a page.

“Hm, I still stand by my point about it being a folklore. There isn't much evidence to support these claims.”

He did not think you took that personally. Your expression just became oddly melancholic.

Zandik quietly applauded himself for choosing the Akademiya’s garden as the next point of interest. It was easier to avoid people as rarely anyone came here except for the gardeners on their shift. Not only that, you were very keen on plants and herbs so he was left alone to rest while you did your thing with them. Note to self after today: never agree to any of your bets from now on.

Sitting comfortably under a tree, he watched as you played around at the nearby flower bed. The scenery wasn't much different from the mountain except for the exotic species being present. Although, somehow, the vegetation was livelier than usual today. They had that lush green color Zandik had never seen before except in the Devantaka mountain. The floras seemed to sway to your movements as well. This was another weird phenomenon he had been mulling over. The botanical life in the Devantaka mountain and now this garden, was greatly improved due to your arrival. Perhaps, you were hiding a dendro vision. But then again, you did not even use it during dangerous situations nor acknowledge the phenomenon. Could it be that-

“What do you think? I did a pretty good job, huh?”

A flower crown was placed on his head. He did not notice you had come to join him under the shade. His hand quickly held the crown in place when a gush of wind passed through, threatening to blow it off. Unfortunately, your question was never answered because a gardener spotted the two of you. He shouted.

“Hey! You kids can't just pluck those flowers like that!”

Before you could think, Zandik pulled you up and started running in the opposite direction. He took back his previous self applause. 

It was late afternoon by the time you two visited Pardis Dhyai, the last destination. You sprinted straight to the green house, dragging Zandik along by the hand. The paper bag containing you two’s half-eaten lunch slipped out of his hold but he caught it on time. In the past, running at this capacity could have had him at the brink of exhaustion. Spending time exploring in the mountain with you for the past two months had somewhat increased his endurance. He was not only able to control his breath but also snatched his oversized coat you were wearing and yanked you back to a halt. You got scolded just right outside the green house’s gate.

“Stop being a maniac for a second, will you?! At least finish these damn pita pockets I bought.”

Fatigue was clear in his voice. His hands gestured at the paper bag dramatically. Feeling a bit guilty, you reached in to take out your portion then hand him his. 

“Sorry.”

Zandik wordlessly dragged you by the shoulder and pressed you down to sit against the gate. He followed suit with a thud. The two of you munched on as the orange hue in the sky gradually turned more purple. 

“I had a lot of fun today.”

“Mhm.”

“You think I should enroll?”

“You’ll regret it.”

“How so? I bet it's much more interesting than the mountain.”

“It’s not.”

Your pita pocket was almost finished. You scrunched the edge of the paper wrap with two fingers.

“Did you have fun today?”

Zandik fixed his gaze on your fiddling hand.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

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Dottore is a man of odd habits. Not many people know of them and they do not fit in any standard human behaviors. One such widely rumored is his impulse to visit the national garden in the dead of the night. Tonight is no different.

The garden used to be the Fatui’s private property until being gifted to the public by the Tsaritsa. It was a most unexpected gift, as the people did not know Sumeru botanic life could grow here. From the Nilotpala Lotus of the Devantaka mountain to the Viparyas, the frost somehow never reaches the land but the moon always shines the brightest there. 

In the middle of the garden lies the tallest tree, where he will be spending the next hours under it. The branches are twisted in a way that looks like they're hugging the moon. Dottore places his steps carefully not to trample on the small patches of padisarahs surrounding its foot. They emit a lovely faint white glow at night. Just as he is about to settle into his usual position, heavy footsteps approach. 

“It seems we had the same idea to come here.”

Pierro stands behind him, not too far away from the tree either. Dottore doesn't respond, arms folded. Their relationship has been tense for the last couple of decades. Letting out a heavy sigh, the older man sits down on the bench right at the tree base. 

“How’s your search project in the desert going?”

“Nothing worthy of report.”

“My troops are always available if any difficulties arise.”

“No need.”

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This was the first time Zandik saw you sick. Not after showering in the cold forest rain or accidentally eating raw fish, you came down with a fever the day after the Akademiya tour. 

He had just come back from class and sprinted here, expected to be greeted by your nagging voice. Instead, you were lying eyes closed under a large tree, borrowing its shade to hide from the sun. It was out of your habit to be napping during the day. Zandik cautiously walked over and kneeled down, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead. 

“Oh, hi Zandik.”

“Stay still. I'm making you some medicine.”

You felt the familiar Akademiya fabric draped over your body. The last thing you saw with your blurry vision before falling asleep again was Zandik's figure crouching down near the camp fire, heating up a pot. There was a faint memory where you were briefly called to wake up and bitter liquid was forced down your throat. 

Stars had already littered the sky by the time you opened your eyes. Turning your head to the side, you were met with Zandik's back. Open books and messily written notes, some crumbled, some not, scattered around his sitting figure. The scratching sound from his writing filled the silent space. You managed to take a little peek at it from behind. 

“The core of the machine originated from the Second Dynasty. People often mistake it for the First.”

Your finger pressed against the question on the paper. Zandik clicked his tongue.

“I didn't ask for your input. Go back to sleep.”

“But I've already slept the whole day.”

“Just let me do my homework alone.”

You turned away and just lied there for a while, listening to the scratching sound. Looking up, his satchel was just an arm reach away.

“Did you bring any candied Ajilenakh nuts for me today- Oh, you still keep this?”

The ruffling noise forced Zandik to pause his work and divert his attention back to you. You were holding his satchel in one hand and the other rummaging the inside, the flower crown peeking out. He immediately shoved it back.

“No. No candied Ajilenakh nut for you today. Now hand it over.”

Disappointment was written all over your face when he snatched the satchel from your hold. Once again, you were left alone with your own thoughts as he went back to the homework. 

“Here.”

Something shiny was thrown on the ground and you picked it up. Zandik talked without looking at you.

“It’s a kamera. The Akademiya is collaborating with a tech company in Fontaine so they gave each of us one to study today. I've already looked at everything so you can have it.”

The rest of the night went by smoothly for him without any interruption (except that one time you flashed yourself and accidentally threw the kamera, causing it to hit his head). When he finally got to settle into the sleeping bag next to you, the kamera was still flashing in your hands. Inching closer to Zandik, you positioned the kamera to capture both of your faces. He immediately frowned and looked away.

“Come on, Zandik.”

“I’ll ruin it.”

“I don't want to be alone in the frame.”

He rolled his eyes but gave you the faintest of a smile anyways.

For a long time now, excitement was not an emotion Zandik felt on his birthday. He was determined to keep it a secret even when you wouldn't stop asking. The thought of celebrating his birth irked him to no end. So although today was his 18th birthday, Zandik woke up and walked to class like any other day, not to mention there were extra classes to make up for the last holiday. Crickets had already begun their nightly chirping when he returned to the Devantaka mountain. A cake with an elegantly drawn crow laid next to your sleeping figure. The campfire was still burning and you were not in your sleeping bag, meaning you must have dozed off. Zandik was half convinced to scold you for looking through his personal stuff to look for the date, the other half was busy stopping his heart from leaping out of his chest. 

A crumbled bloody tissue right beside your lax hand caught his eye. For a brief moment, the nightmare from six years ago flooded back. Zandik shook his head to steady himself. This was not the time for reminiscence. He hastily crouched down and picked up the tissue. It was then quickly shoved into his coat as soon as your eyes fluttered. 

“Zandik!”

You immediately sat up, gripping his shoulders.

“Happy birthday! I hope you're not mad that-”

You slid the cake closer to him.

“I looked through one of your certificates. I only wanted to do something for your 18th birthday.”

Your smile faltered when he remained silent and expressionless. 

“Oh…I’m sorry. I should have asked-”

Larger hands swiftly came up to hold yours.

“Wait, no. Sorry, I’m just a bit tired from the classes. T-thank you. This means a lot.”

His shoulders relaxed when the spark returned to your eyes. He noticed you were wearing the bracelet he gifted you for your birthday this year. You squeezed his hands.

“That's right! You should respect your elders, y’know? After all, I turned 18 earlier than you for a whole month.”

Zandik scoffs.

“Yeah, right.”

No one would blame him for not being able to sleep tonight. This was the first birthday “party” in eighteen years of his life after all. Not too far away, next to the extinguished campfire, the aftermath of the “party” - smashed cake pieces and a bunch of flowers lay there, patiently waiting for the tomorrow morning clean up. The only thing in its intended position was the kamera placed at your side. His eyes kept drifting between the scene and your body sleeping next to him. 

It was a fortunate coincidence that no one rarely came to the mountain. Most were scared of the gigantic ruin guard just like his past research team, or else the sight would be embarrassing. His growth spurt made his already awkward height even more noticeable in the sleeping bag. It used to have plenty of wiggle room but now his legs were starting to feel a bit strained against the fabric. Perhaps, he should acquire a new pair tomorrow at Treasures Street. Although your growth spurt was less dramatic, you were having the same struggle too. Then again, how long would this last? 

As much as Zandik wanted to stay on this mountain, his degree would certainly include some sort of overseas travel. It was just a matter of time until the conversation happened. You were his longest experiment yet and he blamed himself for getting too entangled. Six years had gone by and he never had the courage to pursue the truth all the way. Nonetheless, Zandik reached a conclusion that some things were better left to be mulled over at a much more ideal time. This time, he was determined to fall asleep when his eyes closed.

You shuffled to move out of your sleeping bag. Zandik continued to play pretend, eyes shut tight. 

Bleugh.

A vomiting sound came from the direction of the river followed by rapid breathing. The bloody tissue came back into his mind. It was a long while until you climbed into your spot next to him again. Zandik barely slept that night, his thumbs kept skimming over the crumbled tissue hidden inside his coat.

Over the week, Zandik had collected so many bloody tissues from you that counting became pointless. Each one bloodier than the next. Your nightly sneak out was more frequent too. The breaking point was your sudden nose bleed this morning, leading to your black out when the two of you were exchanging notes about a recent theory. He had to press for the truth tonight.

You were too occupied vomiting to notice Zandik was standing right behind. He had been standing there observing for at least ten minutes, waiting until your vomiting ended. Finally, you came to a stop. Zandik placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey-”

You jolted and a loud whooshing sound made him retract his hand. Two tremendous wings sprouted from your back. They would have hit him in the face had he not stepped back. He stared in bewilderment as feathers scattered around the both of you. One landed on your head. When you turned half of your body around, he managed to see the content of your vomit. The water was red with diluted blood, little pieces of flesh floating away. Your insides were being spit out. Zandik reached out a hand.

“I-It’s okay. Let me help you.”

You were about to say something but clasped your hands over your mouth. He stepped one step closer when you backed away, the wings covered your body.

“Please, I'm sure there is a plausible explanation for all of this. But right now, you need medical help.”

Hands still wouldn't leave your mouth, you shook your head and flew away. Zandik leaped forward to hopefully catch onto your wings but the only thing he got was stumbling into the river. Your diluted blood stained the part of his clothes that touched the water. You did not seem to just fly away, else he would still be able to make out your figure from afar. Teleportation was the more accurate term. 

After that, he came back to sit by the river to gather his thoughts, watching bits of your flesh being carried away by the river.

Zandik wordlessly went back to sleep in his dorm for the first time in six years. 

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Even when the bed was certainly the better option compared to the sleeping bag, Zandik had not been sleeping well. Every night was the same. He closed his eyes hoping it would help but he just ended up staring at the darkness for hours. More often than not, he made a bad habit of turning his head to the side to ask you for some sleeping medicine. Your kamera was left untouched on his desk. 

Your camp at the Devantaka mountain was still visited by Zandik everyday after class. He collected a feather of yours on that night to compare it to other winged species on the mountain. Hybrid people were a minority in Teyvat but enough to still blend in with society. 

Dusk was the peak time for bird activity. They hurtled in flocks to feed at the last minute before the night came. Zandik was sitting on a tree near the camp, looking through a pair of binoculars. An open notebook with loads of messy bird sketches and their feathers on his lap, your feather was neatly tucked between the pages. When he moved them down to observe the ones near the ground, the binoculars caught a figure wearing an Akademiya uniform walking towards him. She waved at him from under the tree. Putting the binoculars away, Zandik clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Do you mind? I'm a bit preoccupied right now.”

“I promise I won't take much of your time.”

He put on the binoculars again, focusing back on the birds. Her friendly smile did not falter.

“You seem familiar with this mountain. Could I trouble you to guide me back to the Akademiya? I’ve been lost for quite some time, you see.”

It was an awkward while of her just standing there and Zandik scribbling some notes with the binoculars still on. Finally, he hopped down from the tree and gathered the satchel on the ground. Still not looking at the girl, he signaled her to follow with his hand and started walking. She let out a relieved sigh. From behind, she asked while trying to keep up with his long strides.

“What’s your name if you don't mind?”

His eyes did not leave the notebook.

“Zandik.”

“Nice to meet you, Zandik! I'm Sohreh!”

A gush of wind passed by, causing his coat pocket to open a bit. His hand reached up to cover it, fingers pressed down on the photograph of you inside. It was the only photo in the kamera he decided to print out - one of the few without him in the frame.

Ever since the encounter on the mountain, Sohreh would seek him out in the halls between classes and lunch breaks. He once debated if he should just be honest and told her to leave him be, but he decided to hold on for the time being. She was an Amurta student. An extremely useful source of information for his search project.

Lunch break in the Akademiya was a bustling time, especially the canteen. Food orders being shouted everywhere, the chattering never ended among the scholars. Some stood eating, some sat and others did not eat but were just passing by to greet their friends. 

“You know, the Haravatat Darshan is going on a big field trip in the desert this weekend. I heard they're going to the infamous Orchard of Pairidaeza deep inside Mt. Damavand.”

The name piqued his interest. Zandik looked up from his plate of fatteh.

“That is the resting place of the Goddess of Flowers, right? Nabu Malikata?”

Sohreh’s face lit up at his response. This was one of the rare moments where the conversation wasn't one-sided. 

“Yes! Everything in the Orchard, also known as the Eternal Oasis, was frozen in time by King Deshret to preserve Nabu Malikata’s last moments.”

“Hm, wasn't Nabu Malikata also an angel who somehow escaped the curse on her race?”

“That is one of the most widely accepted and popular theories. I must say, although this is Haravatat’s research study, your knowledge is quite solid.”

Zandik gave a non-committal hum and turned back to his plate. Sohreh had steered the conversation to a topic he could not care less about. He was secretly glad his time doing research on the folklores you cared so much finally paid off. This trip could prove to be a huge lead. For now, Zandik focused on savoring the fatteh. An ancient and simple dish. You used to make it on every full moon, exploiting the huge amount of mints growing in the mountain. He remembered something about the full moon being an important occasion in your family.

The scorching sun of the Great Red Sand was not his preferred weather. Having said that, he felt not an ounce of regret signing up for this field trip. His notebook had never been filled this fast. Although, it would have been ideal if Sohreh did not volunteer to accompany him on this trip. She claimed to be friends with Vahumana students, unlike Zandik, and said it would be beneficial for him if she joined. Zandik did not need that. 

One of the strongest clues about you he gathered on this trip was the moon. He had already spent a reasonable amount of time studying it in the House of Daena, but never came across its connection to this particular desert civilization. According to the newly excavated stone tablets during the trip, the people here practiced many worship rituals. The full moon was considered an important date where communities gathered to have a big dinner then pray at the end of the meal, expressing their gratitude to the Moon Maiden - Goddess of Flowers. 

Their long and arduous journey finally came into fruition as the professor ushered everyone to come explore the Eternal Oasis. He led them to the middle of the lake to gather around a gnarled tree. To Zandik’s surprise, even the water was frozen in time as he could walk on it freely. The professor pointed at the tree.

“It’s a pity you lot can't see Nabu Malikata’s horns for yourself. Eighteen years ago, an Akademiya scholar unearthed her pair of horns right here under the tree's root. But then, a custody battle between the Jinns and the Akademiya happened.”

He stroked his beard.

“Eventually, after consulting the Akasha system and putting ethical practice into account, the sages agreed on giving ownership to the Jinns.”

Eighteen years…Eighteen… Zandik figured it out. His pencil broke in the middle of his frantic scribbling. He let out a curse loud enough to be given a discriminating side eye from the scholar next to him. The professor steered the group to another point of interest, leaving only Zandik at the old spot. The page almost got ripped out by his trembling hands. A gush of wind flew by and he reached up to feel your photo through the coat pocket. 

Someone collided with his left shoulder. 

“Oh, Zandik! What are you standing there for? Let's go or else we’ll be left behind.”

Sohreh had just finished talking with her Haravatat friends. She tugged at his arm but he swung it out of her grip, staring at the tree ahead. Zandik squeezed your photo one more time.

Time to put an end to this six-year experiment.

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A hundred and forty seven. That was the total number of books relating to Nabu Malikata Zandik had read this week. Contradictory to before the finding, he spent most of the time holed up in his dorm with piles of books. There were so many notes that they almost covered all of the floor surface. Broken pencils lying everywhere. 

Someone knocked on his door. Sohreh's voice echoed from the outside.

“Zandik! I know you're in there! We agreed on a picnic today, remember?”

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Zandik got up on the bed and opened the door for her. She greeted him with a smile, a basket hung by her arm.

“My Rtawahist friend said the stars will be the clearest at the Devantaka mountain in about thirty minutes. I don't want to miss it!”

They, in fact, did not agree on a picnic. To be more exact, Sohreh took Zandik’s non-committal hum for a yes and that landed him here, at the old camp. His fault for not listening to what she was saying in the first place. 

Sohreh was struggling to make a fire. Her clumsy hands kept dropping the wood, something you would never do. 

“Ugh, it would have been nicer if we managed to make a fire. It's freezing out here.”

Zandik was sitting not too far away with an open book on his lap, his back facing hers.

“How did you find this place again?”

“Oh, I just walked a bit around here in advance. This is quite a comfy spot. The previous camper sure knew this place like the back of their hand.”

“I see.”

There was a mixture of sounds coming from Sohreh’s direction but he tried his best to continue reading. He did not know what to think of the new revelation that she lied about not knowing the way around here. Somehow, both of you were terrible liars. 

“Who was that friend you used to hang out with anyways? I often saw them just walking in these parts.”

What Sohreh just said made Zandik flinched. He was not ready to have a conversation about you of all people. 

“That's none of your business.”

She shrugged.

“It's a good thing you stopped hanging out with that weirdo. I once saw them make you eat some sort of freaky plant concoction. Big ick.”

His knuckles were white from gripping the book too tight. 

“You stalked us.”

This time, it was Sohreh's turn to flinch.

“I wouldn't say it like that! Checking up on you would be more accurate. That…jungle kid, they weren't even around here, who knew-”

“I’m going back to my dorm.”

He promptly shut the book and stood up, clearly irritated. She lunged forward from the camp fire to tug him back by the arm. 

“Wait! Please don't go. You don't know how long I’ve been waiting for a date like this with you.”

The silence in the Devantaka mountain was something Zandik always found comforting. Now, if anything, it made the act of strangling a fellow Akademiya scholar to death felt more damning. His hand still had not left her neck and he was still in position, crouching on the ground with her lifeless body between his knees. Regardless, the crickets kept chirping. 

Nothing would have happened if Sohreh had not run her mouth further. Apparently, you once tried to treat her injuries when you found her falling hard into the river. Scratches and wounds were all over her face and arms due to the sharp rocks. She thanked you by slapping you hard in the face as you were about to hand her your herb medicine, accusing you of poisoning. She chalked it up to survival instinct. 

Even when his breathing had slowed down, the hands wrapping around her neck would not leave. You were still plaguing Zandik's mind at this moment. He saw you at Sohreh’s spot. Your neck was bruised, lifeless but full of hatred eyes staring at his red ones, just like the dream from six years ago. You were right to flee from him as everyone did. 

Tears landed on Sohreh’s cold cheeks, but they were not his.

“Zandik, let her go. It's over.”

-🪸

CASE FILE 001-A: “Red Robin’s Domestic Crisis.”

PAIRING: Tim Drake × Male Reader

CASE STATUS:

▪️Closed

CASE TYPE:

You and Tim are not dating. The “husband” thing is just a joke, obviously, and anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong (according to him). The Batfam, unfortunately, is more than happy to point it out and he has to deal with the fact that everyone else came to terms with it before he did.

Well, it starts like a joke.

“Move, husband,” you say, nudging Tim’s shoulder with yours as you squeeze past him in the hallway.

He barely looks up from his phone. “Rude. I’m literally carrying all of the weight of this entire operation.”

He doesn’t get jealous or territorial at all, (unlike a certain canine) he’s confident in your relationship and knows you’re his. Sometimes plays annoyingly hard to get, though. Ironically, when you’re busy he has no problem begging for affection, distracting you and teasing you.

He likes to lick you, just sometimes. Especially if you’ve been away for a while or he missed you. It’ll be a real surprise- you pull him into a hug after being away for a while, and you feel a rough wet tongue on your cheek. Loves cuddles and napping with you, just plopping into your lap and gets you both comfortable. His head just belongs in your shoulder.

He’s a princess in every sense of the word, he has you waiting on him hand and foot. If he gets tired walking, you have to carry him. Where he wants to go, you take him. You give in to everything he says. You do everything in bed while he gets to just lay there and enjoy it.

he's sooo flexible, like his neck and chest is all that's on the bed, everything below raised for you, it looked like it hurt. His hands between his legs, jerking himself off.

his tail wraps around your wrist on his waist as you fuck into him nice and hard,  just like he likes it. he purrs the entire time, literally mewling, it's so fucking cute. And so hot- his purring runs through his entire body, and it feels fucking amazing. Plus his vibrating insides are so warm, very grippy, even when you try to pull out, he doesn't let you.

Yank on his tail a bit and you’ll see a full body shiver run through him, as his mouth clamps up and eyes go upwards. Will pout at you, telling you not to do that. You press a kiss to his neck in apology, watching his tongue stick out for a kiss on the lips- you oblige. His back arches to fucking heaven, somehow even further to let you cage him entirely.

He’s so loud, so cute and endearing, making you want to go gentle on him, but he begs for it harder, please push into him more, oh yes, that’s fucking perfect- demanding, but moaning sweetly at anything you give him.

He loves having his neck, hips and tail gripped, but wouldn’t admit it. And if he mewled when your hand snaked to pinch his nipple, he'd deny it. They’re very sensitive though. Very much a pillow princess- has you doing all the work.

One round is enough for him- after he cums, he’s too sensitive and overstimulated- in the beginning, he’d push you away if you hadn’t come yet, and you had to jerk off to finish, but now he endures it a bit, letting you cum inside. He likes you just staying there, resting in him.