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Another drabble cuz I have another english test tmrw. This time itssss...
IL DOTTORE X READER!!! (More specifically Zandik)
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It was another boring Tuesday night. The homework laid finished on his desk as Zandik stared boredly at his ceiling. The peaceful tranquility of his dorm room was all he craved in this moment, annoyed at the memory of the endless buzz and chatter of the Akademiya. His hands fidgeted against the armchair, spinning a pencil between his pointer, index and thumb. His red eyes barely even blinked, his eyebags somehow more prominent in the light of his dorm room. His Akademiya uniform was still on him, too tired to care to even change out of it. There were still old coffee stains visible near the neckline of the uniform. Many thoughts were running through his head as he closed his eyes. The silence and comfort of his old wooden chair were enough to send him into a state of falling asleep. But just as he felt sleep nipping at his conscious, the dorm rooms door swung open and came in another person.
"Oh Zandiiiik!~ oh, he's asleep-"
His roommate. You. The last person he wanted to see. No matter how many years you two were roommates, he always hated you. Your bright personality, that bright spirit he hated seeing always set him over the edge. He loathed being your roommate. He didn't wish to entertain your late night questions when you couldn't sleep, or the homework you couldn't finish.. He never understood why you were so adamant on being around him when no one else did. In his eyes, you werent anything special. You weren't an exceptionally popular student, you weren't interested in the same things as him, you were nothing. But that was his default thinking for everyone, so It never really fit for you too. You were nothing to him, yet something all the same. But he didn't wish to dwell any further on those thoughts, rather focusing on his studies and research.
"You woke me up"
He said calmly as he looked over to the door to see you standing there with wide eyes, fully expecting him to be asleep.
"Sorry Zandik! I didn't think you'd be asleep!"
You said, hoping he'd forgive you even if it was accidental and not that much of a problem. As you rambled on, not wanting ur roommate to get angry at you, you missed the slight smile Zandik had on his face as he listened to your rambling. He knew he hated almost everyone on the Akademiyas premises, but maybe for you he'll make an exception.
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OK THATS IT FOR NOW ITS REALLY LATE I CANT BE WRITING ANYNORE ILL SEE IF ILL FINISH THIS IDK LUKE IF U LIKE IT IDK BYE
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anotherofmanyflowers · 4 months
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LYNEY DRABBLE CUZ I HAVE AN ENGLISH TEST TMR, THIS IS MY WAY OF PRACTICING, ENJOY <3 (SORRY IF I MESSED SUM UP, I DIDNT READ HIS LORE YET)
This does feature some sensitive topics, pls be warned ⚠️
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He knew you from the start.
The days in the house of the Hearth were fairly boring, the only excitement he felt was caused by fights breaking out in between the other children, but even the fights didn't last too long. If kids were to misbehave, they'd be struck back into their rightful places. He didn't care for a single other kid in that orphanage, the only exception being Lynette and Freminet, but he couldn't always be around them. Even they needed some alone time. But it gets boring being alone. There's only so many times he can throw a ball against the wall until he doesn't wanna catch it anymore. It was all boring and bland- until it wasn't. U were a breath of fresh air, fresh air that Lyney didn't even know he longed for. U were the sun behind the clouds that just managed to appear, a sun he didn't even know he was missing. He found it inspiring how u could stay so confident, so happy, when all the other faces around you were most definitely depressed. U were eccentric, unlike anyone he's ever seen before. U were supportive, cheering him up if he ever failed a magic trick infront of u, even tho he tried not to. He found solace in your smile, in your hug, in your eyes, in your everything.
But bliss doesn't last that long. Before he knew it- u were gone. He almost had a mental breakdown when he heard the news- no, when he saw the news. There wasn't that happy smile there to greet him every morning, there wasn't a hug anymore, and the worst part was that no one knew where u went. But he was sure they didn't even care, they were all the same faces, same thoughts- He thought about the police. Why couldn't they investigate? But alas, the answer came to him so soon, and so depressing. They were orphans. No parents, no siblings, no family, no one. Why would the police care about finding an orphan when they've got bigger fish to fry? But no matter how hard the days seemed to be, he was glad he still had his siblings. U were just an old friend, one he'll never see again..
Or atleast that's what he thinks.
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U don't remember the earlier years of ur life, but u didn't try to remember. The only thing that mattered was finishing the job ur client requested of u. Be it an assassination, be it a robbery, u did everything for the right price. From what u heard, in ur childhood u were kidnapped and then sold and sold and sold so many times that u just stopped counting, or atleast that's what they told u. The person in question was the old retired Dr Kian, or as he told u to call him, grandpa. Kian was the first person that ever showed u kindness when all u were greeted with was cruelty. He took u in the night he found u crying by a lamppost in the middle of the night, right after u managed to escape from one of the people that bought u. He was there for u and he tried offering u a normal childhood, but u were far past ever being able to experience anything normally again. He saw the dullness in your eyes, he saw the strained smile u offered others when being polite, he saw how u never laughed along with the other kids, choosing to sit by a bench and stare out, as if zoning out will somehow bring back the childhood wonder u wished u had again.
U were cold, unwavering in your emotionless glares. It was only natural u found yourself in the world that hurt u so much- back where only crimes surfaced. U didn't even know when u trained urself with a blade, but it came naturally, as if u were born with it. U took ur first request when u were only 13. A simple robbery. U managed to get everything ur client wanted and came out with minor bruises. But u hid them well. Well everytime, u never even dreamed of telling Dr Kian of your late night outings, but u doubt he'd even notice, his hearing was getting worse.
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U moved to Fontaine the second u were 18. U didn't want to leave Kian behind like that, but the jobs in Fontaine paid a lot more, so u managed to convince urself and make ur way to Fontaine. Kian tried to reason with u, but u wouldn't budge. It isn't that u didn't care for him, he was ur only family, it's just that at this point, nobody could change ur mind, sometimes u urself couldn't change ur mind. And u did make quite a name for urself in the illegal underworld of Fontaine. They called u "the Golden thief", u guess paying extra for the gold case for ur gun did make a difference.. As much as u hated to admit it, the fame of ur actions brought u solace. If the world turned its back to you, at the end of the day, ud still be the agent everybody wanted to employ, u were on top of the game, even if that game was more than illegal.
It was late into the night, the only thing accompanying you being the moonlight. U successfully finished yet another request, now just wanting to go home and relax. U didn't bother going out for any of the trials or shows, they didn't interest u. The only time u were willing to go out was for work, or if u forgot to buy dinner on ur way home. There wasn't anyone on the streets at this hour, everyone already sleeping peacefully in their homes. U were stopped in the middle of your walk from a sudden meow. U looked down and found a cat carefully walking towards u, black fured with a bow tied on its tail. It looked well fed, and was even wearing a small tophat. Despite the cold appearance u had, u couldn't resist petting the cat. U were petting it with a slight ghost of a smile on your face until u found urself stopped mid-motion yet again. A voice suddenly called out, and before u knew it, the cat was gone from your petting and now in the arms of a man that suddenly appeared before u. It took him a while to realize u were there, spending the time telling his cat to not run off like that while u watched from the sidelines. And when he did notice u, his eyes widened a fair amount, but he quickly regained his composure. He introduced himself as Lyney, "the worlds greatest magician!" which managed to make a small smile appear on ur face. He then thanked u for finding his beloved cat, and just as quickly as the familiar boy appeared, he was gone again. But when u placed ur hands back in ur pockets, u found something made of paper inside. U pulled the paper out, revealing front row tickets for Lyney and Lynettes magic show.
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Authors note: this wasn't proofread and I wrote it bc my English like writing test is tmrw, wish me luck if ur reading this the minute I'm writing it. Hope u liked reading this, I kinda made everything up while writing it. HEARTT💙💙💙
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anotherofmanyflowers · 7 months
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His sidekick pt 2
Part 1:
TW⚠️⚠️: mentions of violence and blood,
Authors note: Ty everybody that read my first post, it was one of my first times ever writing a short fic. I might turn this into a series (even though this is part 2 so it technically is a series) if people do read it. I'm writing part 2 cuz I have a script I need to write for tomorrow, if your reading this the day I published it, then pls wish me luck. Part 2 under the gif and this fic was not proofread
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Your body physically couldn't take anymore punches and you passed out, leaving Batman with no answers and a scowl.. But just as he was about to tie your limp body to one of the concrete pillars, a few footsteps in the distance caught his attention. On the dark floor of the abandoned building, there wasn't much to see, but the footsteps still echoed. He suddenly got punched in his back and a familiar mist sprayed all around him... Scarecrows fear toxin. Batman leaned heavily on the nearest wall, his breathing was heavy as his fears appeared before his eyes.. the whole world appeared to be spinning.. And while he was occupied with trying to navigate this newfound fear, the famous Scarecrow made his way over to you. His hands quickly untied the rope around your body as he picked you up. He visibly frowned at the blood he saw on your body, immediately recognizing it as your own. He swiftly escaped the crime scene, not sparing a glance back at the suffering Batman. Batman tried to chase after Scarecrow- but while he was under the influence of the fear toxin, all he could do was yell as he slid down the concrete wall.. Sirens of police cars sounded off in the far distance.. arriving at the crime scene a second too late.
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You woke up with a horrible headache as you rubbed your sore eyes.. You were laying on a plush bed, and not the cold floor of a jail cell, meaning that you didn't get arrested. You tried to sit up and open your eyes, but your body hurt even more after your attempt as you laid back down. After many failed tries, you finally opened your eyes and glanced around the room you woke up in. It was well furnished, it looked like any other bedroom, but it definitely wasn't your room. Panic started to rise in you as you quickly, despite all the pain you felt, stood up. Your legs carried you to the door of the room as your hand leaned on the wall for support. You noticed all your cuts have been bandaged..but the entity who did that kind act was nowhere in sight. You opened the door and stepped into the warmly lit hallway. Your breathing was irregular and your mind wandered to all the worst scenarios you could find yourself in right now.. Who even kidnapped you? Just as you considered going to run and not walking slowly, your eyes landed on a picture frame hanged on the beige wall of the hallway.. It was a picture of Jonathan. You didn't recognize the background of the picture, but you weren't even paying attention to the background. You were only staring at his figure in the picture. Your head flew to the side as you heard a noise erupt from the room just down the corridor. You walked down the hallway and opened the door in front of you. The room in front of you was a living room connected with a kitchen, and just like the bedroom, it had everything an ordinary living room had. You suddenly heard a voice from next to you. Jonathan walked towards you from the kitchen, book and a glass of water in each of his hands. "Ah, awake already? How are you feeling?" he questioned as he handed you the water and a couple of pills he instructed you to drink. You responded to his question with just a nod of your head.. your throat ached so much and you didn't even realize just how dry your throat was. You downed the water mixed with the pills he gave you as you sat down. Jonathan left the room and returned with some bandages to change your already bloody ones. He sat down beside you and quietly changed your bandages, apologizing quietly whenever you hissed in pain. After he was done with bandaging you again, he disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a tray of food which he gave to you. You're guessing he wanted to bombard you with questions later, as he left the living room. You did wonder where he was going, but you were too tired to ask. You turned on the TV as you ate your food. You skipped through the channels, but you stopped on one. Your eyes widened as you read and listened to the words spoken. Your identity as his sidekick has been revealed. You're no longer safe going outside. You're a wanted criminal and everyone knows who you are. You then remembered that the only reason this happened was because that night you let Btaman take your mask off.. The faces of your disappointed family and friends came to mind.. the frowns of the police officers as they drag you to your jail cell... a cell you will rot in forever.. You don't know when you started crying, but the damp stains on your shirt irritated your skin as you wiped your tears with your hands. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your body as you recognized who it was.. you melted into his hug as you hugged him back, your salty tears staining his shirt and broken sobs filling the room. But even in this time of despair, you found a way to smile through all the pain. After all, your biggest fear and dream came true.. You're in his arms, even if it's a friendly gesture meant to calm you down.. but at what cost?
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Hope that if anyone read this, they enjoyed it! Ty for reading! :D
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anotherofmanyflowers · 7 months
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His sidekick
TW⚠️⚠️: Mentions of violence, blood
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You hated the fact that you loved him, but you couldnt help yourself. You trusted him and this is where you ended up... head hanging off the buildings floor and body sore. Batman was right over you, rope in hand so he could throw you to the police when he got all the info he wanted, and the villian your supposed to be helping no where in sight. Batman hit you once in the stomach, demanding to know where Scarecrow is, but you stayed silent...he hit you again, this time in the face. The third time he hit you wondered if Crane would even bother coming back to help you. Were all those gifts you bought for nothing? Were the crimes you committed for him not enough? Your body was already littered in bruises, blood seeping from your mouth and mask thrown off to the side, your identity now exposed to Batman. No matter the punches he threw your way you knew he wasn't going to actually kill you. As long as you repeat the words in your head...as long as you say he'll come back, then he surely will, right?.. Your getting a bit dizzy, your not sure if it's from the punches or fear that you'll be in jail soon enough... you feel your eyelids shut and the noise around you fade away...
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It was your first day in the arkhum asylum, you didn't know who to talk to first, so you just opted to finishing your work and going home. But even when you weren't paying attention to most of your colleagues faces, there was one exception.. Jonathan Crane. You couldnt help but stare at his otherworldly beauty... but the worst part was, he didn't even remember your name... Day after day you tried to gain his attention.. gifts, small talk,... At some point you even directly asked why he was keeping you at arms length...but all you got for an answer was a confused Dr Crane. It went on like that for days on end until you just gave up.... it was better to focus on your work and friends rather than thirsting over a guy that couldn't even remember what you looked like. But one day, while you were working the night shift, you saw something you shouldn't have... You left the elevator, the cold air giving you an unpleasant hit in the face.. Just as you were about to walk down the path, a blood curdling scream was erupted somewhere behind you. You immediately ran towards it, ready to help anyone in need but you stopped in your tracks when you spotted the person in front of you.. it was that Scarecrow guy you saw on the news.. your blood ran cold as you saw the poor man he was strangling... his face contorted into a frown as he cried out.. Scarecrow still didn't spot you as he let the limp body of the man hit the floor with an audible thud. The Scarecrow then reached up and pulled the mask off his face..revealing... Jonathan Crane. You trembled slightly as you retreated back towards the elevator. You heard hurried footsteps behind you as you started walking faster too. Your breathing became more louder than before, your eyes wide and sweat rolling down your forehead, not helping your already cold body. But when you reached the elevator... it wasn't there...it was on another floor... Your eyes met Cranes as you smiled nervously at him...hoping he hadn't seen you, but the look on his face said otherwise. Everything after that was a blur... you remember a deal...you remember that mask of his... you remember the people you helped him test his fear toxin on... You remember the day you started loving him again....you know it's wrong to love a criminal... But when it came to him...he was as relaxed as ever. Maybe he knew of your love and hugged you just a bit tighter to get you to stay? Maybe he loved you too but just didn't know how to say so?
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I wrote this just for fun I don't rlly like and if anyone ever read this I hope they maybe liked it. Ty for reading :)
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