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₊˚✧꒰"INTO THE SCRIBE'S MIND"꒱₊˚✧

⎯⎯ ୨ Chapter 1: Unspoken Truths ୧ ⎯⎯

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I love cherry magic! so much HDJSAD,, it has such a good plot imo,, so why not give the reader who has a hard time reading alhaitham to be able to read minds! the goddess of love saw their intense tension and alhaitham's crush and she decided to give them a push 😭😭 anyways i hope you like this series! i think im very fond of the idea,, have a great day/night!! also i hope you like the reader's personality... ty @baeshijima for the motivation, inspo and alhaitham brainrot.. oh yeah reader rlly hates alhaitham so uh, but dw relationship gets better in the few few chapters,, SORRY IF ITS BAD BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTERS ARE BETTER,, I STRUGGLED WITH THE INTRO CHAP SO BAD, CHAP 2-5 HAS BETTER STRUCTURE

Out of all the people, it just had to be you.

You, who was just a mere matra servicing the people of Sumeru, a student who fairly did well in your first year at the Akademiya, only for your grades to plummet and barely, barely, passing enough to graduate, known for your sarcastic personality and your tendency to have abrupt outbursts, caught the attention of the Grand Scribe. Yes, you heard it right. Alhaitham likes you. Loves you.

Pause. How would you know? Let's run it back.

It was just another day doing your job, roaming around Sumeru City and keeping track of shady researchers here and there, then doing the occasional paperwork back at your office. Truthfully, it was boring. But since you graduated on unpleasant terms, with grades holding onto a thin thread, the Matra was the only work you could only apply to. If it wasn't the Matra, then you could've been working as a simple server at a restaurant or something. You've devoted your life to the path of knowledge and research, not ringing up orders in a café.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the House of Daena, the last stop for your daily patrols. There were only a few stragglers left in the spacious library, the lights dim, but bright enough to let people see and read. Only your footsteps can be heard through the massive shelves, doing the library a favor by rearranging the books and returning them to their proper shelves by category. The library has always been one of your favorite places throughout the entirety of Sumeru. It holds ancient information from all across Teyvat, despite books being the least sought resource these days.

But if there was one thing you hate about the House of Daena, it would be a certain someone who frequents the library and spends hours just roaming around, hiding behind shelves and reading in the most secluded spots. He just ruins the beautiful visage of the library with his unwanted presence and infuriating face.

People who know of the Grand Scribe, Alhaitham, would often complain about how he's so hard to find. That they'd have to ask around, only to be hit with dead ends since not a lot of people knew he exists. Well, you think they're just not looking hard enough. You see him everywhere! And you knew how much he disliked being outside and how he favored being inside isolated places, but somehow, you'd spot him here and there wherever you went. From the Grand Bazaar, where he's buying groceries, to Puspa Café, where he's eating lunch with his roommate, Kaveh (who would suspiciously spare you many glances while you take your order)— seriously, it's eerie to see him so much.

Or perhaps your deep hatred for him was so engraved in your brain that it made it easy for you to discern him in the midst of a crowd. But you refuse that fact and chose to believe that it was the gods punishing you for whatever you've done with his mere existence.

Only a select few have heard about him, and they would only give comments about his displeasing bluntness, but then praise him for his academic prowess. And unfortunately, you were one of them, graduating in the same batch as Alhaitham's and sharing most of your classes, though only seeing him briefly since he preferred to 'self-study'. So a lot of students who wanted to squeeze a few words from Alhaitham would come to you, asking for the scribe's location. You would roll your eyes, and shake your head but comply without any complaints, for it is your job to service the citizens of Sumeru, including the growing minds of the Akademiya.

And you absolutely abhor the fact that you'd always be right where he would be at every time of the day, as well as correctly assuming what he'd be doing at that place at that time. Reading, eating, doing paperwork— what the hell were you!? You're not his significant other, how the fuck do you know these things!? It's useful sometimes, yes, there are times when your boss would require your assistance in finding him for whatever he needed with the scribe, or you wanting to avoid him at all costs so you'd keep a mental note to not even step foot near where he'd be located at, you swear you could hear students whispering behind your back about a 'secret relationship' with him.

Absolutely not! Anyone who gets caught by your wrathful watch, spreading baseless rumors would get the scolding of their lives. Unfortunately, you can't arrest people with just rumors. That's just not a big offense.

Oh how much you loathed him, your jaw tensing immediately and your brows furrowed as soon as you saw him, sitting at his usual spot, piles of books on the table. Hearing your slow approach, eyeing the multitude of books on his table, he let you take what you could into your arms and begin your trek on returning them to their respective shelves. It was routine at this point. Alhaitham knew you dislike big piles of messes in places where messes shouldn't exist, and yet here he is, carelessly placing books wherever he could. So he made a habit of separating books he's finished reading, and books he's yet to read, so you could start putting them back right before you've made your way to the House of Daena, the last stop of your patrols.

Not a single word was exchanged between you, only a few glances at one another. At times like these, you wished you knew what was going through his head. Was he making fun of you inside his mind? Thinking of your past failures? Scheming something to simply ruin your day? The possibilities were incredibly endless, and it honestly gets under your skin how he could maintain such a neutral face when he could have the worst possible thoughts ever.

That night, you made an unconscious wish to the stars above; I wish I could read minds. You thought exasperatedly, observing Alhaitham in your peripheral vision, shuddering a little when you spot a small smile on his lips when he glances at you once more. Just so I could know if he's up to no good.

The next day, you awoke with a killer headache. It was so painful that you doubled over and fell off the comfort of your bed, groaning at the aching pains whilst you tried to blink away the sleepiness that clung to your eyes. Pressing on and getting on with your morning routine, putting on your uniform, and walking outside of your house, only to be fully awoken by a myriad of voices suddenly surging into your mind, shrieking and falling to your knees at the intense volumes, catching the attention of the people passing by your home.

Well, it just so happened that you acquired a rather special (not) ability from the gods! The power of telepathy! You'd think that having telepathy can increase your capabilities to be able to arrest more criminals since now you've got the capacity to read minds. While that is true, you've suspiciously become a much better detective for the past few days and it even caught the attention of General Mahatamra, who commended you for your exemplary performance, the cons of having telepathy completely overshadowed the pros. Going outside of your own home gives you endless headaches, hearing so many voices speaking over one another inside your head; louder and louder! It's so damn painful that you just want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you couldn't really do that since being a Matra literally requires you to be alert at all times.

Though the voices were merely hushed whispers of thoughts that were supposed to be unheard by everyone, secrets kept to themselves, whenever your eyes stare into a person's face for even a mere second, you would immediately intrude into one's thoughts and know every single thing they'd think in that moment, as well as past thoughts and memories if ever the person thought about it while you were peeking. So your 'exemplary performance' quickly dropped as the days went by, trying (and failing) to adapt to your newly attained power. It was hard to do your job while hearing so many voices while you did your patrols. You even started bringing a blindfold to help soothe your headache and gain a short moment of silence.

This brings us to your sudden revelations of Alhaitham ever since you've gained telepathy.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you held a stack of books in your arms, struggling a little due to its weight. You were to return the books to the House of Daena, seeing them being left in random places around the Akademiya, and the dates on the return cards were way overdue. Seriously, whoever left these out in the open, without care nor consideration to the library they borrowed them from will never hear the end of you once you get your hands on them. Just because hardback books were now considered not much of use now due to the Akasha System, it's still filled with valuable knowledge and information; a vast sea of resources that can be used for research! Relying on such a convenient device too much would just lose the integrity of pursuing wisdom! Sadly, not a lot share your views, nor even want to respect your opinion, so they would shun you for even mentioning it.

A small groan slipped from your lips as your arms and lower back began to ache, slightly wobbling your way to the House of Daena. The headache that refused to give you any relief never left you, only dissipating for brief moments before returning once you've stepped into an area where there was a person in your sight. Yeah, you were not fond of your telepathy. For some reason, the library was bustling with students tonight, even when the sun was beginning to set. Was it exam week already? Archons, your skull was practically rattling at the hundreds of whispers as you picked up your pace, attempting to avoid the many faces ahead of you. And as if your day couldn't get any worse, you bumped into him.

"You shouldn't be carrying all those by yourself."

As soon as his voice reached your ears, your eye twitched, refusing to even spare him a glimpse, and walked right past him, hoping that he'd just leave you alone for today. Of course, you'd happen to cross paths with the scribe, after all, he spends an awful lot of his time in the library, reading away. Honestly, the most you see of him is during his free time. Is he always that free? How come it seemed like he absolutely does nothing? It just makes your blood boil even further. But you could hear his footsteps trailing behind you, following you on your way to the House of Daena. Irritated, you huffed through your nose. "Leave me alone."

"You look like you could use some help," Alhaitham commented, eyeing the tall stack of thick books in your arms, a slight frown that you didn't notice tugging at his lips. You missed the way he put away the book he was reading back into his belt pouch and instead went closer to you, oblivious to the concern written all over his face. "You look like you're about to topple over."

A scoff was all you could muster as you scowled at his words, stopping in your tracks and turning to shoot him a glare, the grip on the books in your arms tightening so hard that your hands began to tremble, becoming further difficult for you to hold. Him, offering help? As if! If you didn't know better, he must've been thinking of some scheme inside his head, in the guise of trying to simply lend you a hand. You aren't weak. Not at all. Sure, the headache was unbearable, but you aren't completely helpless to it. Without further hesitation, your eyes bore into him, invading his most private thoughts.

"They look awfully tired. More than usual."

That caught you off guard so bad that shock overtook your features, and the anger that was always so prominent on your face vanished so fast that even Alhaitham was startled, only to blink and see your ever-so-furious expression back. Seeing him shake his head, he glanced back at the books, and back to your face, an unreadable look in his eyes. You... expected something else, honestly. The tone of his voice was gentle, laced with... worry? Wait, was that genuine?

"But they still look nice." A pause and you held your breath. "I guess I've grown fond of it ever since those bags under their eyes became more apparent during our days at the Akademiya. It completes their look." Then you noticed it. The subtle shift of his eyes, holding a sense of affection as he stares back at your glare, with hints of slight amusement at your temperament.

You almost dropped the stack of books you held in your arms, but Alhaitham caught them just in time, taking half of the stack with ease. Glancing at you for your reaction, you could tell that he was expecting you to shout at him, for getting mad at pitying you but you stayed quiet, weirdly staring at his face. Deep inside, you indeed did want to scream at him, growing envious at how he was carrying those heavy books like it was nothing, while you struggled to make your way to the House of Daena holding all of them. But you bit back your tongue, only giving him a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning your back on him once again, and rushing to the damn library. You realized he never had bad intentions in the first place, only approaching you due to honest consideration towards you.

Truly, you can't blame him for actually getting worried. You looked absolutely horrible, and your headaches were making it difficult to sleep through the pain. No matter how much pain reliever you take, it doesn't work. Staying at home for long periods of time would probably help, but you were not going to ask your boss for a leave without a proper reason.

Instead of insulting you, just as you suspected, he was complimenting you, reminiscing how you looked when you were both younger. Flashes of images of yourself halfway through your years studying at the Akademiya filled your head when you peered into the deep crevices of his mind, you and your silly student beret, growing bags under your eyes and messy hair.

That image left a bitter taste in your mouth as it has undesirable memories attached to it, though you were more curious as to why Alhaitham could vividly remember how you looked back then. The image even projected you holding a book you usually had with you, a book that you still had on your own shelves of books at your home.

Finally, you've found a better use for your telepathy: Figuring out Alhaitham.

For the next few days, you've been with Alhaitham a lot more than usual. At first, the thought of being with him and conversing with him made you shudder, but you convinced yourself it would be worth it if it meant finding out what really goes through the arrogant scribe's head, and using it against him to get back at him after all those miserable years.

You wore different clothing, and accessories, cut your hair, and many more, and he would notice right away. "It looks nice on them and matches their eyes.", "It fits well with their physique.", "Oh, they look stunning.", "They got their nails painted. It's their favorite color." "That necklace... I think I can buy matching earrings...", or anything along those lines. It was truly startling to hear all of those coming from his mind whilst he had a blank face, but now that you could hear his thoughts, you're suddenly hyperaware of everything he does. From his closeness, the lingering gazes, and the rather fondness of his smile when his lips curve up, watching you scold a student breaking the rules in the middle of your walk towards the House of Daena.

Alhaitham was also very confused at your sudden increase in interactions for the past few days, but he was visibly pleased with it.

His thoughts were nothing but pure. Nothing dirty, nor any stains of malice. It was either him pondering what he'd do after he's finished with his responsibilities as the scribe, admiring you, or nothing at all. He was that simple. His mind was like a minimalistic room, bare and plain, but organized. A total reflection of who Alhaitham really was. Sure, he'd have speculations in his mind here and there, his thoughts churning and ticking like gears that were all connected and functioning flawlessly whenever he's approached with a problem, but everything else was very clean.

In other words; you were completely wrong about him. Whenever he speaks to a person, and would bluntly say something about them, it was just that. The honest truth, his general views, and beliefs. Cutting to the chase because he thinks that adding unnecessary words would hinder true progress, so he speaks his truth, and his truth only.

This completely shattered your view of him. Not once he had thought anything bad about you, just undoubtedly in love with you. Of course, it was such a difficult thing for you to process. You've hated Alhaitham for as long as you could remember, after what happened that day, he was the leading cause of your downfall. Can you really let it slide now you know one of his biggest weaknesses?

Mind in shambles (and still aching with grievous pain), you had to consult with one of your closest friends.

"So, let me summarize. You wished to have the ability to read minds for the sole reason to figure out what's going through Alhaitham's head, only for it to be granted the next day, which is why you look like you haven't slept in centuries. And now you found out that Alhaitham is just some guy who acts mysterious so people would leave him alone and that he's in love with you?"

Taking a sip from your tea, you nodded. "Yup," You saw Tighnari's ears twitch at your nonchalant response, brows furrowing with concern as he leaned towards you from across the table, pressing the back of his ungloved hand on your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? You know, not enough sleep would cause you to hallucinate—" Tighnari says, and you almost choke on your tea as he continues to speak, "Did you eat any suspicious-looking mushrooms on your way here?"

The faint smell of various flora wafted into your nose, your tense shoulders relaxing. It was very comfortable inside Tighnari's office. Homey and littered with organized messes all across the room. A basket filled with flora and mushrooms was on the table, an open book of records where Tighnari was recently writing, only to be left forgotten by your absurd words.

"Tighnari," Your stern tone made the fox pause, his eyes now focused on you as you pinch the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving your lips. "I'm telling the truth. I can read minds just by looking at people." Tighnari's skepticism was reasonable, it's not every day you hear that one of your friends suddenly gained the ability to read minds due to their deep hatred of someone, so you'll just have to prove it to him. Disregarding the incredulous look on his face, you crossed your arms with a smug smirk on your lips.

A faint ringing noise crosses your mind as you read Tighnari's thoughts. "You were going to ask me to buy you some ingredients because you wanted to cook Cyno's favorite dish for tonight's dinner but you're missing some—"

Tighanri's ears flattened as his face was quick to flush, glaring at you as he swatted at your smug expression, soliciting a chuckle from you. "Okay, okay! You can read minds!" He huffed, shaking his head and hiding his reddening cheeks from you, glancing at the small list he had already pre-written and was about to give to you before you left. "How in Celestia did you manage to get that kind of power?" He frowned, grabbing his cup of tea and taking a long lip with a contemplative look on his face. You merely shrugged your chin on your palm.

"I'm stumped, I've been reading tirelessly about mind reading, even looking into the Akasha System for any clues, but I've got nothing to explain such a bizarre phenomenon." You grunted, obviously displeased at the results of your research, but gladly accepting the cookie Tighnari has offered to you.

"It's not as good as people make it in novels," A groan left you, rubbing your forehead to ease the pain. The tea Tighnari had prepared you helped a little bit, and being in his office, you were experiencing a rare moment of serenity. "At least I know what Alhaitham's thinking now. Makes it easier to get along with him, but doesn't make him less annoying though."

But Tighnari felt that something didn't feel right about you today. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you were lost in thought, a smirk on your lips that would instantly disappear once you remember you were not alone. Tighnari trusted his instincts and his instincts told him that you were up to no good.

With a soft tone of his voice, he called out your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Whatever you're planning, don't try." He warns, putting up a face you're rather familiar with. A face he always has whenever he's about to scold a reckless adventurer who ended up eating a poisonous mushroom in the forest. "You'll just end up hurting yourself even more in the end."

In the depths of your heart, you knew that Tighnari was correct. After all, as one of your friends, he only wants the best for you. And after discovering that Alhaitham wasn't some prick who thrives at other's struggles, it really made you hesitate on what you were planning to do. But at the back of your head, something dark festered throughout your mind, the anger you held slowly engulfing your thoughts completely. Your hatred towards Alhaitham was truly greater than anything you've felt.

Not taking his warning seriously, you rolled your eyes. "To be fair, he ruined my life." You defended yourself, narrowing your eyes at Tighnari, who could only frown at your statement. It was a grudge you could never let go of, a sore spot that you desperately wanted gone by getting back at Alhaitham in any way possible. And now you've been given an opportunity, surely, you'll never let it go, right? "Besides, if I did end up hurting Alhaitham, it wouldn't be that bad. He can find another love after he moved on from me, he's good-looking enough to get anyone he could ever want."

Your plans were simple enough. Play with his feelings, break his heart and finally gain the satisfaction you've been starved of for years. While it was truly malicious, you couldn't care less. You wanted to rid of that stone-cold visage of his and be replaced with something else. Would he even feel heartbroken once you reveal that you truly didn't love him back? Or would he just walk it off? Nevertheless, you just wanted to have a bit of entertainment for a little while. What's the harm in that?

Tighnari, who was very troubled by your decision, couldn't help but feel like something horribly bad was bound to unfold in the near future. He knew he should've tried harder to discourage your intentions towards Alhaitham, but there was no changing your mind at that point.

He just hopes it won't crash and burn in flames.

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OH NY GOD THE CHILDHOOD CRUSH CONCEPT BUT WITH DOTTORE 😭😭IF THAT'S OKAY?? reader is the only one who was interested in his endeavors and helped, so probably they're just as bad as him so they're partners in crime 👉👈 he's gotta have done experiments on then but they were never painful, only for them fr

♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ♡

synopsis: When you were a child, there was a peculiar boy who seemed to never have any friends, alienated away from the others. Perhaps you could be his first one.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: Yes yes yes, I love this! This is so very cute, thank you and I hope you enjoy this! The use of Dottore's real name, Zandik, is used mostly in this because, well... that's what he was called as a child. (And to be honest, if you're dating any of the Harbingers you have to be somewhat... you know. And I think pre-Fatui Dottore would be different when it comes to affection and such... so yea. Subby Dottore I guess?)

Childhood was something you cherished growing up in Sumeru. The pursuit of knowledge, the Akademiya, being a scholar, was something that was drilled into the heads of the young ones even from an early age. But when you were a child, you had the freedom to actually live, the ability to dream, to have fun, to run around and play freely without having to worry about all that boring stuff. So needless to say, you made sure to spend every second of your childhood the way you wanted as much as you could. You were going to have as much fun as possible! Perhaps that was why the rumors about the teal-haired boy did not make you waver in your pursuit to befriend him too much.

Despite the child being your neighbor, you didn’t really know much about Zandik, but what you did know was that Zandik’s mother was a kind woman. She always waved hi to you when you saw her and made small talk with you. Besides that, you never really thought about it further until your friends brought it up one day.

“That lady really seems to really like you, [Name].”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, she’s always nice to me. She even makes me Pita Pockets sometimes!”

“Her child is too creepy though,” your friend complained. You were taken aback by their statement.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“Zandik’s always just been weird. That’s why no one ever plays with him. I heard that he always wants to do these weird… um, experiments I think. There are other rumors too, but I just know the way he acts is just bizarre.”

“I feel bad for her,” another one of your friends chipped in. “It must be hard to deal with such a freak. Aren’t you his neighbor, anyway? Don’t you know this?”

You just frowned and shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t really like the way they spoke about Zandik. Surely he couldn’t be as bad as they made him out to be. Maybe he was just an introvert?

Then again, you barely ever saw Zandik before. He never played with anyone, never spoke to anyone, hell, you didn’t even know if he left his house. The most often you saw him was when you happened to be walking by and caught a glimpse of him through the windows. He always quickly moved away when he was spotted though.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. Just try to stay away from him, [Name].” You nodded your head, but your mind was already made up. You were determined to find out how bad Zandik actually was.

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You did say you were going to befriend him, but you soon realized you were not sure how to go about it. You had never met someone like him before, so your choices were limited. The easiest thing you could think of was waiting near his room’s window. It was a bit embarrassing hiding behind a tree, seemingly waiting for nothing, but soon enough you saw him take a seat near the glass. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but he looked very focused on it, and you were a bit mesmerized for a second, as this was your first real look at him. But you soon snapped out of your daze and came out from behind the tree.

“Heyyyy!” You yelled, jumping up and down, attracting his attention. Zandik’s shoulders jumped for a second at the noise, and when he looked up, he was greeted by your figure on the ground. Your expression brightened when you noticed he saw you and began to wave your hands, mouthing something he couldn’t hear clearly.

Zandik was stunned. If he recalled correctly, you were the person who lived next door. He saw you occasionally but of course, did not care much about you. So why were you here? Were you standing there the whole time? What did you want? His active mind produced many questions, but in the end, he knew what you were. Your intentions could not be different from the other children.

The boy looked at you incredulously for a moment before getting up. Your smile grew wider, oh, was he going to open the window and say something? But then he pulled his curtains shut on you, blocking your sight into his room completely. Damn it.

Well, that failed terrifically, but it was a bit stupid now that you thought of it. You sat down against a tree and tried to think of your next plan, unaware of the now slightly drawn curtain and curious red eyes peeking out of it.

—

Any other ideas you tried had failed, and you were not sure what to do. You had become aware that he was closed off, unwilling to interact with you or any others. But this had only made you far more interested in him. So, you had only one plan left - to go directly to the person who could tell you all. And so you knocked on the front door of his house, revealing a familiar face.

“Oh? Hello, my dear! What a pleasant surprise to see you, [Name]. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Hi, ma’am. You see, I, um, have a request. I need help with something.”

“Well, I’ll certainly do my best to help you then,” Zandik’s mom affirmed.

“I want to see Zandik,” you said bluntly, shocking the woman for a second. “I want to befriend him and talk to him.”

“I-I see. It’s not every day another child comes and asks for my son. He is a… peculiar case, after all, and he doesn’t like speaking to other people. Are you sure about this?”

“Please, I really do want to be his friend,” you said resolutely. Her face softened and she relented.

“Alright, my dear. I know he usually frequents this spot…” the woman gave in and gave you directions to where Zandik apparently spent much of his time.

As you made your way there, you were a bit in awe of how he managed to find such a place. You never knew this route existed until now. Soon, after a bit of trekking, you found an opening that boasted lush grass and smooth stones, with trees surrounding it in a circle. It was quite pretty. And then that was when you saw Zandik in the middle, his teal hair matching the greenery. For a moment, you pondered over how to approach him, but you did not need to think long since he spoke first.

“How did you manage to find this place?” His voice echoed throughout the clearing, letting you know that you were spotted. You tentatively took a few more steps closer, his small body getting bigger.

“I asked your mom,” you began, “and she told me I could find you over here.” He let out a sigh.

“Admittedly, I did not expect you to go to such drastic lengths. You are more persistent than the lot of them,” Zandik acknowledged, though still not looking up from the rather complicated and thick book he was reading. Then, he snapped it shut and stood up.

“So, what is the reason for your tireless pursuit? Perhaps you’ve come to ridicule me? Or are you here to see whether the rumors are genuine? Do tell, I am truly curious as to what would warrant such an extended hunt.”

You were a bit stunned at that whole statement, but you only had one thing to reply with. “I mean… it’s none of those. I just want to become your friend.”

A moment of silence passed before a chuckle broke it. Then, full-out laughter rang out, echoing throughout the forest. It was almost maniacal, and you couldn’t lie that it kind of scared you a bit, but you bit your lip and remained calm.

“Aha, hehe, why, I have not heard that one yet. How creative. I must say, they are getting better at these.” After that little outburst, Zandik returned to his previous sitting position and became absorbed in his book again. You were honestly unsure of how to react to that. Did the other kids truly pick on him that much, for him to think another wanting to become his friend was a lie? You stood there unmoving until Zandik spoke again in a dismissive tone.

“You can go now. It was amusing while it lasted,” he said disinterestedly, waving his hand. You were dumbfounded but determined, so you answered back very simply.

“No. No, I won’t leave,” you declared so firmly that the boy stiffened.

“No?”

“Yes, in fact, I’m going to come over there right now. You know I wasn’t joking in the first place?” you said rather calmly, trying to seem as serious about this as possible, taking steps toward him.

He scowled, his attention drawn from his book once again. “No, you won’t. You won’t dare to come near me,” he stated just as firmly, having recalled how the other children wouldn’t even look at him. You grinned and picked up your pace until you were only a couple of footsteps away from him, and that was when he truly realized you were not joking. Zandik hastily tried to get up to avoid you but you dashed towards him, nearly tripping as you lowered yourself to a squatting position, becoming face to face with him.

You leaned in close to Zandik’s face, your nose almost touching his. His unique, red eyes held annoyance and a variety of other negative emotions, but there was something foreign in there too, which was the reason he didn’t pull away - confusion and curiosity. You smiled.

“Well now, hopefully you finally get it into that head of yours that you are now my friend. So, why don’t you tell me about what you’re reading?”

At first, he vehemently denied your friendly advances. He’d mock you, roll his eyes at you and such, or flat-out ignore you which was what he usually did. Zandik was honestly not very welcoming, which you began to expect at a certain point. But you persisted nonetheless. You followed him around no matter where he tried to go. You’d sit close to him but not too close. You’d speak sometimes and would either be met with silence or a sarcastic remark but you began to somewhat enjoy it. You’d stretch your neck to try and read the books he always brought with him in an attempt to better understand him. Though, the day he put the book on the ground so it could be read by both of you was the day you knew you won.

Zandik would always tell you not to come back, but you always came back of course. He’d roll his eyes and scoff at your tenacity, but you came to realize that he liked it. After all, he could very well just go to another hiding place, or arrive at a completely different time if he truly didn’t want to see you. He’d never admit it, but he warmed up to you. You also learned that Zandik really liked to talk. At first, when you would ask him questions about science, he wouldn’t respond but you could see him biting the inside of his lip, restraining himself from going on a tangent. It was the first time anyone had shown any real interest in him. Zandik would ramble on about many, many things, often transferring to a new topic in the blink of an eye. Even when he spoke about less-than-pleasant things, he looked to you all excitedly to hear your thoughts. When it came to those kinds of topics you satiated him with a smile, but you always voiced your thoughts as much as possible which pleased him greatly.

Eventually, you started to invite Zandik over to your house. His mom was positively ecstatic and encouraged this behavior. And yet you didn’t do what typical children did. He wanted to do experiments. Which did not really surprise you after everything was done and said. Despite being your age, he always spoke in such an… advanced way. It was hard to describe, but he always employed these big terms and used such proper grammar and language, something that was very uncharacteristic for a child. And experimented he did. Zandik’s experiments were not limited to mixing and combining different elements but also extended to you, somehow. He wanted a strand of your hair, your eyelash, a paper with your fingerprints all over it. What he used these for, you didn’t know.

Your own parents were scholars, so even though you didn’t see them very much, they left a multitude of advanced books and texts in the house. While you had never cared for them much, Zandik devoured them with ease. Even though you invited him to your house to talk and play together, there were times he’d just take one of the books and read for the whole time, shushing you whenever you tried to speak. You had to settle for simply sitting next to him and trying to follow along, which he… surprisingly did not mind. Under his breath, he’d mutter phrases like “Khaenri’ah” and “Visions” and “ruin machines” which frankly did not make much sense to you, but you always happily entertained him.

One day, Zandik wanted to go somewhere deep in the forest. You had played around there a couple of times, but you had never entered into the depths of it, heeding the warnings of danger from the adults. Naturally, you were a bit worried and scared, but you knew that Zandik would enter with or without you, for there was no length he wasn’t willing to go to cure his curiosity. Though he would not tell you why you were making this journey, you followed him nonetheless, until you reached an area with many damaged stones and pillars. As to how he found this location, you didn’t question it.

“There it is,” Zandik said almost breathlessly. You were confused at first but then you followed his line of sight, and then you saw it. A Ruin Guard sat on the ground, unmoving. Your jaw dropped as you had never seen one of them before, only hearing about their destructiveness from others and in books.

“So you came here to look at that?”

“Indeed. But we are not merely going to look. I’m going to investigate it.”

“Huh?! But what if it awakens and attacks us?” Even though the two of you were a good distance away, you could easily tell the Ruin Guard dwarfed your tiny bodies by a great amount.

“From what I’ve read and heard, it should be deactivated. There is no need to worry,” Zandik affirmed.

“What do you mean by ‘should be’- hey, wait up!” Before you could finish your sentence, your friend had already made his way toward the Ruin Guard. You scrambled to catch up with him and soon enough you two were close to the robot. Both of you stood there for a bit, just taking in the sight until Zandik couldn’t hold back and approached the Automaton, circling around it, clearly fascinated.

Clink.

The two of you stiffened at the sound.

“Zandik… did you hear that?” He did not respond, but soon enough your question was answered as the eye of the Ruin Guard beamed awake.

Zandik could only stare in amazement as the complex machine glowed and lit up back to life. You were momentarily shocked but you quickly regained your senses and grabbed his hand to get away from there, because you two would be dead in a couple of seconds if you didn’t move. You had to literally drag him because the machine had him in an astonished stupor.

“I thought you said it was DEAD?!?!” you practically screamed at him as the Ruin Guard lowered itself to shoot missiles at you both. You managed to hide the two of you behind a small stone wall as the projectiles hit that instead. “And snap out of it!!”

“I suppose I have miscalculated.”

“You suppose?” Your voice had quieted down so as to not bring back the attention of the robot, which was now walking around the area since it had lost sight of you. “We need to leave before it spots us again.”

“No,” he disagreed. “We’ll incapacitate it ourselves.” It took you a few seconds to process what Zandik said to you.

“Are you crazy? Ah, never mind that. I already knew you were from a long time ago. But this is something far from our level!”

“I believe that we would be able to disable it.”

“Trained adventurers have died from that thing,” you insisted.

“We aren’t adventurers. We are better than them.”

“We’re children,” you deadpanned.

“Two intelligent children,” Zandik corrected you. For a second you were shocked that he called you smart, as you did not expect that sudden compliment. You always considered him the brains and you were… the supporter from the sidelines. “Furthermore, I have a plan.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Fine… what is it?”

“It is quite simple. First, you will hit the eye of the Ruin Guard twice to stun it, and while it’s knocked out, I will remove the core to deactivate it.”

“...Yeah. So simple, Zandik,” you said sarcastically. “And how do you suppose I manage to hit its eye? It’s extremely tall and my aim is nowhere that good.”

“I would not have brought up this idea if I did not think you were that incapable. You are quite useful to me,” he said straightforwardly. Boy, did Zandik have a very odd way of cheering you up.

“I… well, okay then. And you know how to get the core out of it?”

“I’ve read multiple passages of these machines in textbooks. I assume I have enough knowledge to do so.”

“I’m not going to even say anything. You owe me a play date after all of this,” you pouted. Zandik rolled his eyes begrudgingly.

“I suppose I can engage in your nonsensical childish activities when all of this is over. But just for an hour,” he proclaimed. You gleefully smiled, pleased to have won him over.

You didn’t care much for the Archons or Gods but you suppose they must have been watching over you because you eventually managed to stun it. Keyword: eventually - after whole minutes of running around dodging missiles and picking up random stones along the way, while Zandik sat there waiting for the right moment. You swear he was laughing at you. And true to his word, the young boy dismantled the machine’s core, rendering it unable to operate.

“Wow… I can’t believe we actually did that,” you mentioned, still in awe of it all.

“Of course we did. I would expect or accept nothing less. Now, come here. We have work to do.”

Somehow he had brought along small tools to try and dissemble the Ruin Guard. The red-eyed boy’s intelligence had always amazed you. Although it may seem boring to others, watching him fiddle was quite interesting for you. Zandik had also apparently appointed you as his assistant without informing you until now, so you always sat next to him. You made sure to keep an eye on what he did, for sometimes he would put his hand out and expect you to pass him a tool or screw without saying anything. At the end of the day, at least you could say the two of you had feats that no other child could claim to have accomplished.

It had gotten to the point where Zandik constantly wanted your presence around him, claiming that it would do you well to join him since you had nothing better to do. (He just didn’t want to admit he craved your attention and company.) You had accepted this with no complaints, having enjoyed spending time with him far more than your other friends. But you couldn’t deny that your friends were somewhat right about their thoughts towards Zandik - he cared little for others’ lives or feelings, was interested in things others would find disturbing, and even as a child you could tell he was not too right in the head. And yet his morals being concerningly low despite still being a kid, you could not bring yourself to care much. Heh, perhaps he was starting to influence you too.

Many years had passed since the two of you were little kids. Zandik had grown into a handsome, young, man. His mother was no longer in the picture, but the two of you were still together despite it all. And as much as you wanted to end your story off with a cliche everything was well, nothing could be farther from the truth. The atmosphere of your hometown had begun to grow tense. Why, you ask? Because of Zandik. The villagers had always not been the kindest to him, never fond of his rather strange ideas, though Zandik usually brushed it off with disinterest. But as he grew older, it seemed that the town’s dislike for him grew as well. And while you were a bit worried for him, you weren’t too concerned. You were sure the two of you would leave the place one day anyway. No way in your wildest dreams did you think you’d look outside your window and see people waving around pitchforks and clubs. And if that wasn’t bewildering enough, they were pointed toward Zandik.

You never scrambled to your feet and out the door so fast in your life, rushing to your dear friend’s side. His expression was unreadable when he saw you.

“Hey. Hey! What is this all about, huh?” you demanded to the crowd.

“He has to go. He is no longer a child, and so we no longer have any reason to have to harbor him here. He is a threat to this town,” someone spat.

“He’s never even hurt you,” you argued. “He never laid a hand on any of you. It was rather you who did that!” You think you heard Zandik whisper your name quietly.

“He’s a heretic,” another voice hissed. “He and his ideas do not belong here.” The clattering of pitchforks pitched in to agree. Zandik remained silent.

You gritted your teeth. You could see there was no point in arguing anymore. “Fine. Fine then. We didn’t even like it here anyway,” you fumed. In your spur of anger, you clasped your friend’s hand and practically dragged him in the opposite direction, blocking out the boos and mockery from the rest of the town.

Surprisingly, Zandik did not say a word throughout your little journey to who knew where, until you had to take a break from the sheer exhaustion. Embarrassingly, you had to release his hand that you had kept hostage the whole time, but Zandik seemed far less perturbed than you. Perhaps he saw it coming, with how assured his next statement was.

“We shall attend the Akademiya.” Out of all the possible things he could have said, you did not expect that one for some reason.

“The A-Akademiya?”

“Yes,” Zandik said quite simply.

“I mean, it’s not a bad idea but… the people there might be…” You did not finish your sentence, but you were referring to how the place could have a good amount of judgmental “scholars.”

He laughed bitterly. “After this morning, I highly doubt anything they do shall ever bother me.” You did not know what words would console him, so the only thing you offered was an agreeing nod and your silent presence.

“They did not exile you, [Name],” he said all of a sudden.

“It doesn’t matter. Getting rid of you would be the same thing as getting rid of me. I wouldn’t stay in a place where you aren’t,” you shrugged simply, placing your pinky over his own.

Zandik did not respond, but he didn’t move away.

—

The Akademiya was… an experience, for sure. It was many things all at once, the different Darshans and the beautiful architecture, the great looming trees. And the dorms were far nicer than you expected. At least they were spending their funds decently enough. So, the two of you settled into the scholarly life relatively easily. Zandik easily climbed to the top of his classes in no time, quickly garnering the attention of others and then losing it equally as fast when they encountered his prickly personality. There were always gossip and rumors floating about, many of which proclaimed Zandik to be a madman and a monster. And while he rarely ever showed any expression to these words, besides perhaps a roll of the eyes and chuckle or a scoff, you wondered if it really did bother him. As such, everyday life for you was being known as the normal person who hung out with the weirdo.

But, the years spent in the institution were ones you cherished deeply. You were close with your friend for many years, but perhaps staying together in such close quarters deepened the relationship. The two of you would sneak out after hours to do whatever Zandik demanded to be done. You were a bit iffier about breaking rules, but Zandik was firm on not letting anyone hold him back in his pursuit, so you began to think less of it. Many nights would pass by with the two of you staying up until unreasonable hours, whether it was studying together (or more like Zandik helping you study), or listening to him ramble on about his latest ideas and inventions. The strangest times were when he made you stay up despite not speaking at all. You would blink through bleary eyes as he remained silent, the only noise the clinking of bolts and nuts. In your heart, you liked to think he just liked your presence.

But the day you found out Zandik was to be expelled from the Akademiya was one you’d never forget. You knew he had a tendency to act without permission, to turn off others with his radical ideas, so perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised. You also had some knowledge of what happened in his expeditions with the team - almost everyone did, considering what happened with that girl - and you knew deep down what her true cause of death was. And Zandik knew that you knew too; you could feel it unspoken in his eyes when the subject matter was brought up briefly. You knew you were too far gone when you accepted it. But still, him being expelled was still a shocker. Yet the only thing he bemoaned was losing his space to work.

“It is quite literally your last night in this dorm and you’re sad about losing your progress on your experiments?” Actually, now that you thought about it, it was quite a Zandik thing to think.

“It was the only good thing about this place,” he shrugged. “It is too bad. I shall have to find somewhere else now.”

“They’re going to exile you to the desert, aren’t they?” you frowned. “That’s what they do with the expelled and mad scholars, no?” He nodded in agreement.

“You can’t go. You won’t be able to continue your kind of research there,” you argued.

“And what do you propose? That we fight them?”

“Yes! I’ll fight them! I’d ambush them or something!” you knew you sounded crazy by now but you couldn’t help it. The idea of no longer being with your childhood friend was tearing you in half. “You know, the matra stationed there keeps an eye on all of the scholars who were exiled there, in order to keep them in check. Even if you managed to escape, it won’t be easy to survive in such conditions and they could find you,” you insisted.

“Good thing you’re so eager to fight,” he chuckled. You knew what he was thinking when he laughed like that. “I have a plan.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Did you really think I’d go in there without preparation?” he scoffed. “In due time, I shall find a way to contact you.”

You sighed. “Alright, just… let me know who I have to fight later,” you responded. “And…” you trailed off, not knowing if you should verbalize your true worried feelings. He seemed to notice, and he contemplated, trying to figure out what to say.

“You need not worry about me, [Name]. We both shall be fine.” The words felt foreign on his tongue, as they were things he would never say. But he did anyway.

And that was the last you saw of Zandik. But unbeknownst to either of you, he would be visited by a special man - the first Harbinger.

—

You stood outside on the small balcony, gazing down at Sumeru’s city. You had managed to nab one of the dorms with the platform, much to the dismay of the other scholars. The two of you always loved seeing them fume, as they had to take their star gazing elsewhere. Neither you nor Zandik had cared much for the stars, but admittedly it was just… nice to feel the wind blow.

Sleep had escaped you ever since Zandik left. Not hearing the usual metal clink and unscrewing noises, soft grunts, and occasional chair shifting from Dottore had left you unsettled and bothered. You had begun to think about whether you should continue to stay in the Akademiya. Zandik was no longer here, and the place crawled with rumors and gossip regarding him. You weren’t so popular anymore either, as the whispers even extended to you, his roommate who people began to question if you were truly innocent.

You had been feeling a bit lost in general since Zandik had been expelled. You were fully aware of the heinous things he had committed. You had come to terms that he was a criminal, and you were accomplice of sorts as well. Actually, the moment you decided to associate yourself with him was the moment you became not so good of a person. But that wasn’t what bothered you. What bothered you was Zandik’s absence.

Any normal person would have called you absolutely crazy for desiring such a madman’s presence. And you couldn’t blame them. They were right. Yet your heart could not let go of the man who you stuck with since childhood. You could not let go of the boy who scowled and doubted your intentions at first, the boy who eventually warmed up to you, the boy who demanded you be his test subject and assistant at the same time, the man who tutored you in science and maths and everything else, the man who stayed up to ungodly hours to tinker.

The man who you fell in love with.

The revelation was enough to make your knees weak, and suddenly the cold air was too much for your warming body. Quickly, you locked the doors to the balcony and stumbled onto your bed, rubbing your temples at this acknowledgment. Archons, how stupid were you? You were in love with someone whose character was… words you could not describe. Though you knew it all along. You just were scared to admit it. You internally cursed Zandik for doing this to you, as you knew you were too late to say anything. Not that you’d have a chance though, considering his whole outlook. He’d think that love was for fools only, a waste of time when he could pursue more fruitful endeavors. So all of this only caused you to miss him so terribly much more.

You missed his eyes - such a unique red that could only be compared to the one that flowed through living beings. You missed his hair - the softness that you only felt once, when you gently caressed the locks when you thought he was sleeping, but he grabbed your wrist so quickly it nearly scared the living daylights out of you. You missed his sharp and smart tongue that could put someone into their place in a matter of seconds. You missed everything about him.

But you shouldn’t sulk. No - you would not brood. If he was here, he’d probably be reprimanding you for being distracted when there was so much left to do. Sooner or later, you knew in your heart you would see him again and-

Knock-knock.

You bolted up at the series of knocks. Were you hearing things? Surely no one would be at your door this hour of the night. Did Zandik make you delusional now?

Knock-knock-knock.

Nope, you still had some of your sanity left. You swung your feet off the bed, about to head towards the door when a rather strange shadow blurred across the floor. It looked oddly like… a figure… at your balcony… Your heart pounded as you convinced your head to look up.

Zandik was on your balcony. How he managed to get up so many stories of the building, you had no clue. No longer did he don the Akademiya’s uniform, but clothes that were rather nice and expensive looking. It seemed your stupor lasted longer than his liking as he tapped impatiently on the glass door and pointed towards the lock.

Well, it seemed your reunion with him was happening sooner rather than later, that’s for sure. Quickly you scrambled to open the door and pull your beloved inside.

“Z-Zandik,” you sputtered, not believing your eyes. “I- what- how are you here? Did anyone see you? You have to leave, they’re going to catch you!” You fumbled over your words, fighting with the happiness of seeing your friend again but also concerned about him being caught. “What happened with the plan? What happened in the desert? What are you wearing? How did you-?”

Zandik quickly shut you up by tapping his newly gloved finger on your lips. “You must not speak so loudly. But you are correct, we do not have much time.”

“You’re r-right,” you agreed, lowering your tone. “But I just need at least some kind of explanation. Why and how did you come back…?”

“The Fatui has recruited me.”

“The Fatui?” you echoed softly, trying to remember what that was. A few seconds of thinking and remembering the daunting masked men and women who carried around weapons caused you to snap back to life. “The Fatui?!” you whisper-yelled. “Those scary people who always eyed us up when went into the forest and stuff?! I- ah, I won’t even question it anymore. Just… go on.” Zandik smirked at your halting.

“They have provided me with sufficient equipment and a space to work. We no longer have any reason to stay at this ignorant institution,” he declared. “And, from now on, I am to be called Dottore, a new Harbinger.”

“Dottore?” you repeated. “How clever,” you snorted at the irony of the name. “And… what do you mean by ‘we’?” your voice got quieter towards the end.

“I mean what I said. You shan’t stay here any longer.”

You already knew you were following him, but your chest twinged due to your recently newfound feelings. What if you somehow turned out to be a nuisance for him? Eternally distracted by this foolish love?

“Oh really? And what makes you think I’d follow you so easily?” You don’t think he was expecting you to say that. He cleared his throat.

“I’ve already made it clear to the Jester I shall not work without a competent assistant. There is only one person who has proven themselves to be capable. I will not settle for anyone else,” Zandik stated resolutely. “And,” he paused, uncharacteristically unsure of how to voice what he wanted to say next. He had always been a man who would proclaim the most damning ideas with no remorse. Yet he had trouble formulating his thoughts because of you.

“You are… infuriating,” he began, making you raise your eyebrow. How charming of him. “Since that day in the forest, I knew you were going to be vexing. You would not bend to anything I said, would not leave me alone no matter the methods I used. Infuriating,” he repeated.

“But,” he very cautiously raised his hand to hover near your cheek, just barely making contact, “I never thought I’d become so… accustomed to you. I remember your habits and likes just as much as I remember those formulas you hated so. It’s laughable to think that almost all of my memories have you there somehow.”

“You are irking, but without your presence, I am strangely irritated myself, which is far more of a hindrance than I would have ever anticipated. Without you, I find my mind wandering - it is like nothing I have experienced before,” he finally cupped your cheek with hesitance, as if he himself was in disbelief at his own actions.

“I have known you almost all my life, yet I seem to still need more time to truly figure you out. I am not merely speaking as a scholar, but as… me,” he finished. Now, that was the last thing you expected from a man such as him. But he quickly regained his composure as he asked you the final question.

“Now,” he concluded. “What say you?” For all his talk of bravado and confidence, his hesitant show of affection revealed all the vulnerability that you desired to see and gave you the answer you needed. You placed your own hand over his one on your cheek, maintaining eye contact with him as he stiffened at the feeling of your skin against his, even if it was clothed. You moved closer to Zandik, until your chests were nearly touching.

Zandik knew what you were going to do. Although the thought of such affection usually made him… ill and annoyed, he could not help but think that the feeling would be different if you were the one initiating. How would his body react? Would he enjoy it? Would he want to do it again?

You moved closer to his face, and without hesitation, you kissed him. Zandik was rigid, the foreign sensation of another’s lips against him was completely unfamiliar to him. But it seemed that the answer to his questions was a resounding ‘yes.’ You pulled away from him, trying to gauge his expression. You did not know too much about kissing, but you knew your newly found lover understood even less, which spurred you to continue.

Running your hands down his firm arms, you leaned in again to nip and suck at his neck, drawing out a shudder from Zandik. He felt intoxicated by you all at once. He would be sure to write some notes on this later… they would be needed for further… research and experimental trials. He nuzzled his face into your soft locks, silently encouraging you to continue your course of action, eager to indulge in it with as much excitement as he would indulge in forbidden knowledge.

But then you released him with a pop of your lips. “Well, let’s not get too carried away,” you teased. “Wouldn’t want your new subordinates seeing you like this, hmm?” you straightened his collar and smoothed out the wrinkles you created on his clothes. To say he felt bewildered and betrayed was an understatement.

“And if that wasn’t enough of an answer for you,” you changed your tone to a soft, honest one, “Wherever you go, I shall go too. I decided that a long time ago, Zandik.” There was no need for either of you to say the three words that many others longed for. You knew that the relationship you now had with him was far stronger than a few mere words could describe.

Zandik quickly regained his composure. He would be sure to pay you back for your little stunt later. “Well then, there is much to be done. We have not a moment to waste,” he grinned, halfway out onto the balcony. “Take my hand, and we will be off,” he extended his arm, his gloved hand awaiting your own.

Taking his hand meant abandoning this current life. It meant embracing a new life that was far from morally right, one that should surely lead you to be despised by many. It meant becoming a part of the Fatui for Archon’s sake, an organization that was far from reputable. Zandik and [Name] would become lost to the world, the names only being remembered by the two of you in loving, soft-spoken whispers. Others would only know Dottore and his loyal assistant. If you took his hand, there was no going back…

And yet with no hesitation, you placed your hand in his.

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