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archonsabyss · 3 months

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╰─..✶. [ Constellation of love ]

❒ pairing : zayne x fem!reader

❒ genre : romance! established relationship! hint of spice! minor angst w comfort!

❒ warnings : sexually suggestive! zayne is not the most expressive when it comes to sharing thoughts or feelings about himself (this does not apply to displays of physical affection, affirmation, your relationship on the whole)

❒ word count : 4.1k

─❒ authors note : ironic how caleb was my inspiration and driving force to write for Love and Deepspace, only for my first fic to be about zayne. this was inspired by the song "I'm Yours" -the script

His shift had ended over an hour ago, yet he remained ensconced within the unadorned walls of his mundane enclosure as the hands of the wall clock kept pace with his thudding heart. Apart from that, there was a serene stillness.

It fascinated him to an extent how this silence created room for such intense thoughts that he could almost hear his anxiety of longing; that he could almost see the reflective daze of enamorment flickering in his eyes as he looked through the expansive window, not perceiving a city nor the alignment of lights stretching across the earth, but envisioning your face and that incredibly bewitching smile.

Carved into his recollections were the smallest of details of your features— the asymmetrical dance of your smile where one lip ascended slightly higher; the delicate lines adorning your nose with its subtle scrunch; and the way your eyes neither exaggeratedly rounded nor formed tiny creases.

It was a sight he so dearly missed, but even with that profound sense of longing he still could not find the courage to retrieve his phone, dial your number, and confess the sentiment aloud. The mere contemplation of it brought about a dainty blush to the apples of his cheeks, a sensation almost bordering on embarrassment and so he closed his eyes and tried to vividly recreate your portrait from memory, only he soon realised the futility as it could never truly rival the sight of you in person. Still, he persisted because he wished nothing more than to see your broad smile with his own eyes and revel in the melody of your joyous laughter.

It takes him a lot longer than he would have preferred but eventually a blurred image manages to take shape and although it's somewhat hazy and not immediately discernable, he can well enough capture the essence of what's unfolding.

He sees the dance of your fingers sliding across his palm and intertwining with his, just before you pull him through the crowds with energy he can't quite relate to. You cast him a few glances now and then to ensure he remains right behind you, even though your firm grip on his hand already keeps him close.

The scene seamlessly morphs into a setting that feels strangely familiar to him. It reveals itself to be his bedroom, with those unmistakably moody grey walls you've suggested he decorate with portraits or perhaps a contemporary strand of fairy lights. A suggestion you eventually gave up figuring it might not suit his style. Little did you know his search history was brimming with room decorating ideas and his online cart packed with items you've recommended, hoping you'd approve the next time you visit. And so he sees you both standing in the middle of his room with your hand cradling his face and your thumb gently tracing circles on his cheeks.

It's sweet. A modest gesture that has him reminiscing of the times it actually happened, and he believes this may be where his daydream concludes. But in a sudden turn of events, the scene shifts abruptly and he's still standing at the centre of his room, only there's no longer any distance between you and him as his lips are fervently connected to yours in a flurry of provoked passion.

Behind his closed eyelids, his pupils are shaking as he witnesses the screenplay of your hands clutching his collar while your shirt drapes just below your shoulders. The expanse of skin from your earlobe to your breasts, and the distinct outline of your bra straps captivate him to an extent where his mouth salvates as he watches the version of himself in his dreams, move you backwards until the back of your knees meet the edge of his bed and you topple down, bringing him along with you.

Zayne managed to catch his weight before it crushed you by extending a hand out to connect with the mattress all while keeping the kiss intact and it is the course of moans emanating from your throat after he does that forces him to snap back into reality and confront the repercussions of his wandering mind.

The pounding of his heart stirs up a droning noise in his ears that is so unmistakably audible, that they practically sing in delight as his embarrassment draws out a shaky breath from his lips.

Zayne blinked his widened eyes at the provocative thoughts and placed a hand over his mouth in sheer disbelief, feeling the seething heat emanating from his face beyond his control while the tips of his ears burned with a blend of warmth and self-awareness.

"Pull yourself together," He monotones to himself as several minutes pass him where his senses traverse along the plains of questioning his dignity.

He grapples with the shame of his desperation for you that he remains unaware of the door to his office opening and closing, as well as the rhythmic clicking of footsteps approaching him just as your voice emerges with a murmured greeting, and your arms envelop his waist, prompting him to startle and turn on his feet ready to have a word with whoever dared to initiate such intimacy. But his apprehension quickly dissipates upon realizing it's you.

As if anyone else would ever have the guts to initiate physical touch with him, of all people.

"Missed me" You grinned up at him and there's that breathtaking smile of yours that has haunted his every thought for the entire day.

He hums in response to your question knowing his feelings better conveyed themselves through actions, and so he reaches out to delicately grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger and descends upon your lips with his own in a kiss that feels like a reenactment of the inception of his less-than-innocent daydream.

It's a kiss with a superiority that far surpasses the one shared in his thoughts by such a considerable margin and he indulges himself with utmost care in the way his mouth moves against yours.

His lips are soft as they nibble and tenderly envelop your lower one. The kiss is far from being only intricate with the amount of exploring tongues that delve into every crevice of each other's mouths. The saliva mingles and coats your lips at an exceptionally slow and gentle pace, creating a faint blend of moisture as the kisses smack with the occasional muted suctioning.

You're so lost in each other, that you lose track of time until the necessity to pull back for air arises. You take note that your lungs were not as adept at holding prolonged breaths at a time, as his were.

As you retreat, the realization settles upon you that you were only moments away from taking it somewhere else. Your cheeks flush with a heat under the intense gaze emanating from his eyes that peer at you through the glass of his spectacles.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, the resonance of his deep, husky voice echoing in your ears and inciting the butterflies within your stomach to run a mock.

Had you been anyone else you likely would have recoiled beneath the icy and distant timbre of his voice, misinterpreting the straightforward tone and failing to notice the underlying concern that hinted in his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for afew days. Didn't you miss me orworry about me?" You teased.

"The weather was nice and judging by your flood of messages you must have been fine without me. Though I'd like to know why you arrived without texting me in advance."

"I missed you"

He tilts his head, denying the way his heart leapt at the confession. "What if I had already gone home?"

He steps back to create a bit of distance without raising your suspicion as he quite honestly needs a moment to quell his tumultuous heart before he takes you into his arms, which inevitably he will do again but only after he gets himself under control. Zayne casts a brief glance in your direction as he rounds his desk and begins to collect the scattered sheets of paper and neatly stack them, feigning busyness.

"I took my chances and would you look at that, I walked into your office to find you exactly where I had hoped you'd be" You remarked, watching as he perused through documents

"That was reckless of you," He chimed with a small disapproving shake of his head. "What if I wasn't here? All the money you spent on transportation would have been a waste. Not to mention it is quite late and you're out alone at night."

"Oh you're such a worrywart" You dismissed with a roll of your eyes, "Give me a break will you, Love? It's enough dealing with Caleb and Grandma as is and now you too. Besides, I was on my way to your apartment when I remembered to call you, but of course, you didn't answer and so I contacted the hospital and they mentioned Dr Zayne was still in despite his shift ending─" You looked down at your wrist-watch, "Almost four hours ago"

"Either way─"

You interrupt him by reaching over the desk and placing a finger on his lips to silence him. "If you're going to pretend you're not happy to see me I can always leave, and then both the money and coming here would be an actual waste"

It was hard to get his final say when you inadvertently threatened him with the possibility of leaving, knowing it was his weakness as of right now. That alone was enough to have him seal his mouth shut and accept the situation.

You practically radiate with approval as he simply gives in without a further fight.

Zayne let out a deep sigh as he settled into his seat and pushed aside whatever papers remained in the middle. He observed you from across the desk and gave a small tilting gesture with his head, hoping you'd read between the unspoken lines and figure out what he wanted without him having to explicitly state it. Fortunately for him, you did.

You left your bag behind on the opposite end of his desk as you circled it to reach him.

He slid back and swivelled to the side, his legs parting in invitation.

Your gaze falls to his lap as you halt in your steps, a flush creeping across your face upon noticing the bulge that presses against the fabric of his pants and Zayne's unfazed expression. He simply raises a brow and boldly takes your hand, leading you to perch on his lap.

An unusual shyness takes over you even though it's not the first time you've sat on his lap. Perhaps it's the solitude of being alone in his work environment with the romantic view of a thousand stars and the glow of man-made lights illuminating the world beyond the window.

"Why exactly haven't you gone home yet?" You whisper tenderly as your fingers trace over the noticeable dark circles beneath his eyes framed by the metallic obsidian of his glasses. "You look exhausted"

You touched these tired eyes of mine

And mapped my face out line by line

And somehow growing old feels fine

He worries if he should succumb to his vulnerability and confess the truth, or retort with something dismissive. But he decides to rid himself of questioning everything and leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as you cradle his face.

"What's on your mind, Zayne"

Listen close for I'm not smart

He feels your hands leave his face, and he's about to voice a complaint when he senses his spectacles sliding off his face, followed by a brief pause and then the unmistakable feeling of your lips leisurely planting kisses on the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and the dark circles beneath his eyes.

You wrap your thoughts in works of art

And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

Despite their roughness, his hands display the utmost gentleness when he holds your sides and the feeling your touch evokes makes his fingers press with a reassuring weight into your hips to anchor himself in the moment.

I may not have the softest touch

I may not say the words as such

And though I may not look like much

"Talk to me" You encourage. Your voice, like the delicate touch of flower petals falling. His ears are attuned and he blinks his eyes open, directly locking gazes with you. Ever so slightly they soften and his eyebrows unfurrow, the side of his lips raising with subtle visibility and he's sure as the dawn, understanding like never before with a knowledge he's never embraced prior.

I'm yours

He's yours

Zayne smiles at the thought, and even though you've been fortunate enough to witness it more than anyone else it will never cease to be a welcomed delight. You can't quite pinpoint why his aura appears more at ease now but you have no intention of complaining. He leans his face closer to yours, his eyes demanding a reaction while his hand places on the side of your head causing you to direct your gaze to his tie.

"Have you gotten into any trouble lately" His voice, dripping with honey, lowers as he speaks to you.

You shake your head with furrowed brows in response to his inquiry.

"I'm not always out looking for trouble!" You retort.

"No, but it seems drawn to you, and hence, it finds you"

"My trouble magnet must not be that strong considering it seems ineffective against a certain kind of trouble."

He arches a single, incredibly attractive brow. "Are you implying I'm trouble?"

"Am I?"

"I wouldn't grasp the meaning even if you did Love. I'm far too occupied with work to find myself in any sort of trouble, and it would seem my hands are tied dealing with a little troublemaker of my own. Besides, I don't reckon two troublemakers would make a balanced couple, would they now"

"So you're implying I'm the trouble one between us?"

"Not at all" He fails to hide the amusement from peaking out through the smirk that tilts his lips. "I just believe you're quite the allure to things not entirely safe."

"Oh, is this some kind of insinuation as well?" You scrunch your nose. "Not entirely safe as in...?"

A pregnant pause hangs in the air as silence cuts through. Suddenly, it hits you, and you snap your head at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropping in disbelief. "Oh."

He chuckles, poking your forehead. "You talk too much."

"You talk too little!"

"Do you want me to talk more?"

"Yes. No... Yes..." You groan, covering your eyes with your hand. "Don't ask me questions like that."

"Want to hear my voice that much?" The smug tone in his voice accompanies that breath-stealing smirk as he pries your hand from your eyes and kisses your knuckles.

"This is exactly what getting into trouble feels like," You mutter under your breath. "You're fucking trouble. I think I need my heart checked. As a doctor, you're causing more damage than healing"

For dramatic effect, you accelerate your breathing and pretend to heave for air while clutching your heart.

"Your condition is incurable," Zayne slips his arm around your waist and draws you flush against him until your noses touch. "You can't get rid of me so easily."

"Seems you're doing that on your own though" He becomes more attentive upon hearing the sigh you exert afterwards, and the air tenses ever so slightly.

"What does that mean, Angel?"

"Don't think I forgot how you evaded my questions earlier."

"It is nothing"

"Mhm, nothing as in something?"

"It is nothing to concern yourself with" He withdraws.

"I won't pry for now, but perhaps you should head home and get some sleep. You looked more exhausted than usual."

"I'm fine."

"You should still go home."

"I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"You're prying."

"I'm concern-ing"

"That's not how the word is meant to be used," He corrects, and you're on the verge of exploding when you muster a fake smile, relenting with exaggerated sarcasm, "I'm expressing concern. Happy now?"

"Thrilled," He deadpans, and you pinch his cheek causing him to glare at you.

"So you don't want to go home"

"I did not say that"

"You're unusually stubborn, especially when it involves something you don't want to disclose. So why the reluctance to go home?" You pointed it out knowingly.

Zayne remains silent in response to your questions, his lips tightly sealed as his thoughts delve into the depths of contemplation. It has neared an hour and a half since your arrival that dispelled the loneliness that took hold of him, and he hesitates to provide any reason for you to leave. He knows that sharing his worries will give you every reason to stay and never leave his side, but he grapples with the discomfort that opening up about his internal struggles could bring. The prospect of delving into his emotions and sharing them with you raises uncertainties about the potential outcomes, creating a hesitant barrier in his mind.

For him, it's something seemingly insignificant yet deeply personal. For someone who has dedicated their entire life to saving others and dealing with countless individuals and their distinct reactions, this internal struggle appears unusually challenging.

In that moment, it's you, nestled on his lap offering him the world through just your touch and your unconditional love for him. A soul poised between a state of simple and unadorned equilibrium. Someone who admitted a thousand times over how much they missed him, how much they loved him, how insatiable the longing for his presence was, they were all woven together by a thread of love and your shyness and nervous anticipation.

His long slender fingers touch your cheeks, his mind teetering towards admittance.

"I've somehow lost touch with the experience of solitude" He states, though he appears entirely lost in a world of his own. "I've missed you"

His hand drifts lower, parting your lips with his thumb. "Going to a place without you there seemed pointless. Calling it home when your presence is absent makes it feel empty. And so I chose to stay back and wait until my exhaustion reached a point where returning to my apartment wouldn't leave me yearning for you constantly"

And though my edges may be rough

"I must admit this is a foreign feeling to me, and while it is not as awkward as I anticipated, it does cause a bit of embarrassment. I feel as though I come across as excessively reliant on you, as if I lack emotional independence"

I never feel I'm quite enough

I may not seem like very much

But I'm yours

"This feels like the most you've ever talked to me despite knowing each other for almost our entire lives" You smiled, holding back a sob as tears welled up in your eyes and he found your reaction puzzling, wondering about the reason behind it.

He is unaware of the significance this holds for you and your relationship. His confession carries substantial weight, revealing feelings he has guarded closely all this time. These emotions kept hidden for so long are something you've gently encouraged him to share, trying not to press too hard or pry them out of him but aiming to help him unburden himself. It feels as though the red string of fate has finally begun to extend a bit further, as if the stars now align and connect, finally crossing the barriers they once held, bringing the ends together at long last.

Your love is deeply passionate and intertwined, much like those red strings, and your love is written in the constellations of those stars that run far across the galaxy.

"Why are you crying, Angel"

Your quivering smile reveals the acknowledgment in your heart. You nod as if agreeing to his every word, freeing yourself from restraint and allowing the tears to flow as he gently brushes them away with the pads of his thumbs.

You healed these scars over time

Embraced my soul, you loved my mind

"You do know you just indirectly asked me to move in with you, don't you?" You chuckled breathlessly, joy accompanying the sentimental realization.

Zayne's mouth forms an 'oh'... "I didn't consider it from that perspective, but I suppose it amounts to the same thing."

Your grin spreads so wide that it's uncontrollable your cheeks ache from the happiness. Zayne carefully wipes away the remainder of your tears and seals the moment with a tender kiss that erases its every trace. He then pats your thigh which signals you to rise from his lap so he can stand up.

He leans down to your height with his left hand resting on his desk and the other cupping your face once again.

"It's entirely up to you." His whispered exhale caresses your lips, his eyes boring into yours. "I desire you more than anything. Should you decide to agree, you'll have me more frequently than my work permits."

"You'd divorce your work for me?"

He dismisses your teasing with a slight shake of his head and a hint of a smile, "Unbelievable. But if that's what you would like to think of it..."

"The idea sounds quite domestic," You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'd love to have you all to myself every second you're at home, to the point where you might even get annoyed with me. But─ I wouldn't want to entirely pull you away from your work – work that helps people and has been one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I'll be content enough just to have you return home to me afterwards every night"

His heart rate undeniably quickens, evident in the pulsing of his neck and the shallowness of his breathing. You release your arms from around his neck and tend to the details of his appearance, straightening his collar and adjusting his tie.

"Besides," You add, "I love seeing you in your lab coat; it's insanely attractive"

Zayne presses a kiss to your cheek before trailing down to the sensitive area beneath your ear, a sense of excitement coursing through his veins as he envisions the promising future. In an instant, the prospect of returning to his apartment becomes highly anticipated, and the allure of his bed grows even more irresistible.

He swiftly gathers his phone and essentials as you pick up your bag and wait for him near the door. As he finishes, he approaches, noticing your outstretched hand and arching an eyebrow.

"What's with that expression?" You wrinkle your nose at the way he's eyeing your hand. "You worried your colleagues will see us holding hands?"

"On the contrary, I'd prefer if they saw it," he responds, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers.

"Then?"

He adorably tilts his head glasses once again perched on the bridge of his nose as you open the door, and he follows, "This is- quite a twist to how I imagined my day would unfold."

"It's only the beginning. You're in for a weekend of sprucing up your apartment with me," You playfully announce. "While I appreciate the modern aesthetic, I think you need something that feels more like a home."

"What have I gotten myself into" He muses, shaking his head, but deep down he harbours no regret, no wish for anything different – he'd have it no other way because the minute he heard your words, 'feel more like a home', it's like you knew him and what resided at his core, and a home with you is everything he longed for. Now, hand in hand, it's finally within reach.

"Hey, Zayne..."

He emits a soft hum as you cast a glance over your shoulder while he observes the illuminated numbers above the elevator descending.

"Let's go home"

He grins with a radiance unseen before, his eyes aglow with newfound brilliance. Nodding in agreement, he echoes the warmth of the sentiment. "Home is where the heart is," knowing his heart rests in your delicate hands.

You're the only angel in my life

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lunamochii · 3 months

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"We were just getting to the good part.." // rafayel x f!reader

cw // unprotected seggs, face riding, continuation of part 1

special mention to @duckydinglers here's your part two😆

You were woken up by your sleep when you heard your door on your bedroom slowly opening, while sitting up you brought your hand to your eyes and softly rubs it before slowly opening them

"Rafayel?"

His name slip out from your lips and you heard a quite hum as he sat down on your bed.

"You can continue sleeping. I'll just go prepare the foods I brought with me."

"Mhm... but you seem to have forgotten something?"

You said and he looks at you with a mischievous grin on his lips. His hand immediately rested on your cheeks and you rup your face on his warm palm

"It's usually me who does this. Oh well, you look cute anyways."

His thumb rubs your lower lip and softly tugs on it as he leans in and gave you a sweet passionate kiss. Your hands immediately fiding their rightful place on behind his neck, and he pulled you closer to him by pulling you on your waist. His other free hand making it's way up to your dress, your breath beginning to quicken

"I remember... you aren't wearing anything.."

You let out a moan when his hand squeeze your ass, his lips trails down towards your neck as he leave marks. Your hands tangled on to his hair

"Sit on my lap"

You did what he told you and his arms immediately wrap around your waist as he began kissing you fervently. Feeling yourself getting turn on again, you began to rub yourself on him and that earn you a groan from him.

"You were so lewd during our call.. I actually..."

"What is it?"

He trails off from his word and looks away from you. You place both of your palms on his face and guided his gaze back to you

You ask softly and his gaze goes from your eyes, lips then to your eyes again.

"I... I wanna taste you..."

His ears and cheeks are almost the same shade of red and you can't help but laugh softly before giving him a quick kiss on the lips on which he chase your lips when you move away

"Okay... take me 'Yel.."

His breath hitch as he manhandles you on the bed. You lay on your back as he spread your legs he felt himself shiver at the sight of your wet cunt. His adams apple bobbing up and down as his trembling fingers reach for your wetness and swipe it up, his eyes observing your reactions.

"H-Hurry..."

"I want to paint you naked.."

He whispers before laying on the center of your parted legs, his face dangerously close to your wet cunt. He inhales your scent and he swears he felt his cock throg. He began kissing your thighs, leaving marks on there too. Your breath began to quicken as you look at him through hooded eyes.

His gaze lifts up and meet yours as he let his tongue roll out from his mouth and slowly began to lap at your juices. Your legs threaten to close but he let out a growl and grip on your thighs tightly and fully close the gap from his mouth and to your pussy.

"Rafayel!"

You scream his name and your body began to tremble at how intense his eating you out. Tongue inside you as he curls it and thrust it in and out. Your hand flew to your mouth trying to drown your moans but he slap your thighs making you jolt, you look down again and his glaring at you. As if his saying that you shouldn't stop yourself on moaning.

"Let me *kiss* hear it *kiss*"

He gave your clit few kisses before taking all of you inside his mouth, your feet grip on the sheets when his tongue began to flick on your clit. Chanting his name, you couldn't help but hold on to his hair and began to grind your cunt on his face.

Rafayel loves how you began riding him but he wants more. He wants to fully see how you tremble. Moving away from you, he was met by your confuse look but he only chuckles as he move up and lay on your side.

He didn't let you finish and began kissing you, hard, you tasted yourself on his kiss. His fingers drawing circles on your clit as he lay on his back. He broke the kiss and look at you intently

"Rafa-"

"Sit on me."

"What are you...

"Sit on my face, baby."

You blush madly on what he said that you moved slowly, Rafayel rolled his eyes and tug on your wrist kissing it

"Hurry. I don't like waiting."

You bit your lower lip and began to lower yourself towards his face, once your cunt is just right above his mouth, he pulled you down and you let out a gut wretching moan. His hand rest on top of your thighs as he ravage your pussy with his mouth.

You held on to your headboard and began grinding once again, his hands traveled up to your waist and starts to caress it. You can't help it but close your legs with his in between when he keeps on giving you few slaps on your ass.

He suck all your juices, lick the juices that trickles on the side. You were eventually a crying mess above him, your gaze met his and begging for him to just let you cum.

"Don't cum yet."

"I c-can't- please!"

"You're so cute when you beg but too bad I won't let you.."

You threw your head back when he slid two fingers inside you and thrust it fast, his tongue on your clit. You can feel all your strength leaving your body. Your whole body fell on the bed but he quickly moves and raise your waist up, your legs on his shoulders as he lap on your pussy.

"Fuck... you taste so good..."

"N-No more! Rafayel!"

You grip hard on your hair as your body began to shake and he can feel already that you're going to cum soon. He curse through his breath and put you down as he frantically unbuckle his belt and push his pants together with his undergarment down and pulled you close to him by your ankles.

He slam his way inside you and you broke into sobs as he began to fuck you hard. His teeth grazing your neck as his cock fucks you with no mercy.

"Oh god!! Too much... s'too much Yel!"

"I love you, I love you.."

Your legs wrap around his waist, hands around his neck. He captured your lips again and kisses you sloppily. You can hear your bed creaking but your too fuck to care. He moans your name so passionately that you ended up clenching him inside.

"Fuuuuuuck~ you like it huh? Like it when I moan your name against your ear.."

"Shut up. Just give it to me... fill me up.."

He snickered and press your legs towards your chest, he smirk seeing your fuck out face. He began to thrust faster and harder, that when he felt you clench again he curse loudly and spilled his cum inside you. Which you followed, he thrust slowly riding you both from your high.

"Go to sleep. We still have a long day tomorrow."

When done he slowly pull his cock out, your legs plopping down on the bed as he lay on your side and pulled you close towards him. You snuggled closer to him as he pulls your one hand softly and let it rest on his cheeks. He kiss the crown of your head before softly humming.

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inzaynety · 3 months

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your serenade ⤫

➢ anonymous requested: may I request a scenario with zayne where reader finds out that he likes to listen to her heartbeat and not just because he's her doctor? thank you! :)

➢ content: zayne x fem!reader; 954 words; fluff & a little angst; my attempt at character analysis; some background is based off of his tender moment (fragmented dreams)

➢ notes: the day came when i finally raised his heart rate 🤭 also i love how they make him so sarcastic yet so loving over you i cry

Zayne is cradled against you as you both lay in bed. It’s nearing midnight and he knows that the both of you need to get up early tomorrow, but he can’t find it in himself to fall asleep. You’ve already been sent to dreamland and he feels warmth in his chest when your hold on him tightens whenever you find yourself releasing him subconsciously.

Your soft breaths sway the stray hairs on the top of his head and your chest rises and falls with each one. It hadn't been that long since you said good night and it always surprises him with how quickly you fall asleep. Once your head hits the pillow, you’re out like a light. It’s an opposite reaction to what you’ve been telling as of late: that some nightmares keep you up.

Although, whenever you sleep with him beside you, it comes so easily. He thinks he’s giving himself too much credit.

But he wishes it was the same for him.

There have been times when he wakes up slumped over on his desk in his office chair, not remembering when he closed his eyes and dozed off. Work is always tiring but at the same time it’s worthwhile. Though, the exhaustion and simultaneous inability to sleep were getting to him. The former was inevitable, but the latter was what scared him

No, the reason wasn’t because he was worried about not getting enough sleep–that’s what you thought. He never told you the main reason why.

All he’s seen lately was you in his dreams. They start light and he thinks he’s had a permanent smile etched onto his face there when you show up. But then it changes. Wanderers come from all sides and all he can do is watch as you fight.

The waves keep coming and coming and it’s like they ignore his presence and keep their targets on you. He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight when you’re slowly consumed by them and he tries to yell, but no noise comes out.

Then he jerks awake. Every time.

He can’t do anything.

He breathes out a huff just thinking about it, hands coming to absentmindedly tap your sides, soft and slow.

It was definitely past twelve now the tiredness will definitely catch up to him during the day.

He half expects you to wake up out of nowhere like you do sometimes, whether it be when you have an unpleasant dream or even when you shift away from him. But no, you seem to be sleeping so soundly now. He likes how you are when you do wind up awake and don’t want to fall back asleep until he does first; you almost always wake him up along the way.

“Alright,” he tilts his head back, “don’t come whining to me when you’re exhausted tomorrow. You’re quite a handful.”

“I thought you didn’t mind?” You retort and click your tongue. Zayne smiles and pushes your head to him, planting a kiss on your forehead. He can’t have you offended for too long.

His eyes trail up to your sleeping face and he thinks as to why this is the first time he’s looked at you like this all night. Your eyes are shut and your mouth is slightly parted, definitely in your deepest part of sleep when you don’t move as he pulls away slightly to get a better look at you.

Zayne brings his hand to the side of your neck, feeling the warm skin under his palm and it’s an action he does a lot. He realized this a while back.

While he can hold your cheek and let your head rest in his hands, sometimes you bite. You bite and lick and do whatever it is instead of staying still when his hand is on your face that one day he holds you elsewhere and it’s like you’ve reset. And to this day after that you smile when he does this.

And another thing.

His thumb brushes against your pulse point and he leaves it theorem awaiting the faint thumping. It’s not the most accurate measurement but it’s enough to let him know.

You’re still there. You’re still alive.

Here, he can do anything.

He allows himself to leave his hand there for a few more moments until you decide to switch up your sleeping position. He lets you pull him along and finds himself with his head on your chest.

And there he hears it.

Thump thump thump.

He hears it during your regular visits to the office and you would think he’d be used to it by now. It’s a rhythmic pattern he’s heard over and over and it’s not just from you either. The elderly, adults, children, and babies have varying speeds and prominence–but they’re not yours. Monitoring it for the sake of your health has had him grown accustomed to its particular sound.

He blinks, unwilling to move lest you actually open your eyes this time. It’s right under his ear as clear as day; he can’t move.

HIs breathing quiets, all he wants to hear is that.

You’re there with him. You’re sleeping beside him. You’re alive.

Your job saves lives, much like his, but there never is a guarantee that yours will make it out to the end of the day. Not with those wanderers around.

So when you come home and settle yourself to him, he reaches for this. Finally, he closes his eyes.

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Your body feels heavy when you wake up, only to find the reason when you look down. Deciding quickly, you remain where you are. It doesn’t hurt to stay an extra five minutes when Zayne sleeps so soundly against you.

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hatsunemitskislobotomy · 2 months

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₊ ° ⊹ 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

↳ ❝ ¡love and deepspace reader x zayne valentine’s day drabble! ❞

¡lowkey (actually highkey idk) zayne lore spoilers so uh…. read at your own risk lolz!

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he never thought, in all the hundreds of thousands of lifetimes he’s gone through.

in all the countless times he’s almost lost control.

all the times he lost you.

all the times those jasmine flowers bloomed.

he never thought that he’d would get to this day, the day he held you— adorned in the white that matched the ice in his veins and the curse in his soul.

the day he’d be able to say “to hell with the heavens”

because you were the only piece of heaven he ever needed.

his love for you was his downfall, his punishment. his evol rendering him a slave to his emotions.

but a slave he would gladly be for you. a slave he was.

perhaps the heavens took pity on him, he was ready to do it all again, fall in love with you once more and lose you.

because he was selfish and no matter the lifetime, he just kept coming right back.

but this time the world didn’t end when he promised his heart to you.

in fact, the sun shone brightly in his field of jasmine blooms—

“say it again please.”

“i love you.”

“….” he had to squeeze you, just a little bit tighter, he needed to make sure

“again… please…”

in the event that the heavens wanted to play an even crueler joke on him— he’d have to just savor this moment, just for a little longer.

until another jasmine flower bloomed in his field.

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a/n: ohhh this one has a little kick to it

y’all probably saw the tiktok about his lore bc that’s was the first thing i saw today and my day was ruined lolz

i wish i wrote more but this was literally so last minute so i hope it makes sense and y’all enjoy 🫶🏾

happy valentine’s loves 😚

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beneathashadytree · 2 months

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JUST A MAN - ZAYNE LI X READER

Warnings : mentions of death, anxiety, and loss, Zayne is bad with grief and feels responsible for everyone, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort (for Zayne)

Word count : 2.2K words (oops)

Additional notes : Zayne was the reason I started playing this game in the first place. I love him dearly, and think he really deserves to be comforted. Like, a LOT.

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The click of the door closing was so careful that it was almost inaudible, and they would’ve missed it had they not been eagerly awaiting his return.

Before they had a chance to jump up and properly welcome him home and take his jacket from him, Zayne had already walked out of the hallway and into the living room where they were sat, resting on the sofa on their day off.

‘That’s… unusual,’ they thought to themself, furrowing their eyebrows as he only grunted some sort of half-hearted greeting, before slowly trudging up the stairs to their shared bedroom without so much as a word. ‘Very unusual.’

After a few minutes had passed—maybe quarter of an hour or so; just enough so as not to overwhelm him all of a sudden—they followed after him and carefully knocked twice on the mahogany door of the bathroom. “Zayne?”

A grunt came from behind the door, which they took as an invitation to enter. Once they did, they were greeted by the sight of him with furrowed eyebrows scrubbing furiously at his hands, the scarred skin nearly raw and bright red with each hard scratch of his blunt nails against it. The smell of rubbing alcohol and antiseptic permeated the air and stung their nose.

The whole scene felt like it had tugged at their heart and dragged it through their chest, leaving a bloody mess in its wake. A sigh of helplessness almost escaped them, but they knew better than to let it slip.

It was better to pretend that their very being wasn’t aching to soothe the agony translated onto his hands; the pain he’d inevitably try to mask. After all, Zayne was a man of many talents, and that included putting up a brave, fierce front when the man behind the mask was close to crumbling.

But what he seemed to forget at times was that they knew him better than anyone ever could, save maybe himself—and sometimes, it felt like even that was questionable. After all, with unconditional devotion came understanding tucked between lingering moments of silence.

Pulling his hand out of the scalding running water, they turned the faucet off. “You’ll hurt yourself like that,” they gently chided him, though not unkindly. Looking up, they found him to be blankly staring at his hands. With great care, they patted down his inflamed skin with the soft hand towel that had his name embroidered in wonky characters; a testament to them adding a little color to their shared life.

And a shared life entailed tending to each other at their lowest points, like they were determined to do now.

Now dry, they took his hands in theirs, reaching up to press gentle kisses to his palms. Maybe they hoped their lips would act as a soothing balm; some wishful thinking that he would normally fondly call childish. But now, all he did was inhale sharply at the contact, tensing up a little and growing stiff. Patting the backs of his hands, they guided him out of the stifling bathroom. “C’mon, let’s get you in bed.”

The prolonged silence was unlike any they’d ever shared before. Sure, Zayne had never been particularly talkative, and more often than not seemed all too happy to listen to them ramble on, his light-hearted quips the only thing interrupting the flow of their stories, and soft sounds of encouragement and amusement littered in between.

However, this was the sort of unnerving silence of words being tied back and shackled to one’s ribcage; of a burden weighing down and threatening to suffocate oneself. And they would be damned if they let him choke on his own words all alone. Not when he’d refused, over and over again, to let them suffer in solitude.

In their bedroom, they both sat down in the middle of the neatly-made bed. Reaching over to their bedside table, they took a small bottle of moisturizer they’d bought a couple of weeks ago. Zayne wasn’t the biggest fan of heavily scented products, so they’d taken care to buy something that smelled fresh but not too overwhelming—and the jasmine-scented cream fit the bill perfectly.

Small, gentle circles drawn onto the backs of his hands, thumbs running over every taut tendon and every protruding vein… with utmost care and patience they rubbed the cream into his skin. Using antiseptic and alcohol always left his hands a little on the dry side, and with such aggressiveness and intensity he’d no doubt have damaged his skin. It was a small gesture, but they hoped it showed that they worried about the littlest things concerning him.

The usually-perfectly-poised doctor looked so unbelievably tired, down to his bones. His verdant eyes, normally so sharp and expressive of his every emotion, only showed bone-deep weariness, and a slight chill climbed up their spine at how faraway his gaze seemed to be. His lips were pressed into a thin line, the corners of his mouth completely and utterly still. It was a far cry from the way they’d curl upwards just at the sight of them; he looked as though he were sealing his own mouth shut for fear of words tumbling out against his will.

It would’ve been far too easy to coax him into speaking. Zayne could never fully ignore them, no matter how much he wasn’t feeling up to engaging in conversation. With a chisel and a hammer in hand, it was all too easy to send his walls crashing and crumbling to the floor, forcing out a flood of words—but that wouldn’t do. If nothing else, they wanted to offer a safe space.

He’d come to them. He always would.

So they began to remove his crooked tie, loosening the knot and gradually tugging it off, looping it just the way he liked to stow it away in their closet. Button by button, they went down his rumpled white shirt, until it was fully opened.

Red splotches painted his neck and chest, a tell-tale sign of his tumultuous emotions. He always flushed deeply when he was in anguish, no matter how hard he tried to hide it; no matter how much his gaze avoided them at all costs. A set of his favorite cozy pyjamas (cotton, because he liked the crisp, clean feel of it) was soon placed on the bed beside him.

One of his hands reached out for it, the first indication of him being mentally present. He was grabbing it so hard that the darker skin of his scars stretched with the firmness of his hold; expressing some sort of insistence. They nodded, showing that they’d leave that to him, and began readying for bed themself, leaving him to his devices.

Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, he was quick to dress himself in methodical, concise steps, as though it was a chore that he needed to get done with as soon as possible. By the time they were done with changing and tidying themself up for the night, Zayne was already settled underneath the covers, stiffly leaning against the headboard.

When they joined him between the sheets and snuggled into him, they hadn’t expected him to be the first to speak. “One of my patients died on the operating table today.”

A sharp tug at their heart had them swallowing thickly at his hoarse voice. Ah. That explained it. Granting him their full undivided attention, they twisted in their seat and entwined their fingers with his, thumb gently drawing circles at the back of his hand. Just like he liked it.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Did you know them personally? Or were they referred to you?” Small talk. It was just small talk. Anything to get him to say what was on his mind.

Zayne tensed his jaw, shaking his head and momentarily closing his eyes. Too much. Maybe they shouldn’t have said anything. “Doesn’t matter.” A slight crack in his voice, and then he cleared his throat. Perhaps unconsciously, he squeezed their hand as a tortured expression flitted across his features. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I couldn’t save her.”

A sick feeling twisted in their gut. What impossible standards was this man trying to hold himself up to? “Zayne, my love. You can’t save everyone. That’s… that’s impossible.” Their tone was as gentle as could be, trying to get their point across. “I know you want to, but you can’t.”

“It’s my job,” he whispered, sheer agony lacing his words as a hand reached out to clutch his chest. Zayne, sweet Zayne, who felt everything too deeply and spoke so little of it. Zayne, who could probably physically feel the crushing weight of misplaced guilt on his soul. “I’m a doctor, for god’s sake.”

“A doctor, not an invincible savior.” Their words might’ve seemed cruel, but perhaps there was some cruelty to the truth; truth that he had to hear. “You’re not some omnipotent being. You’re burning out your own life force for the sake of everyone’s. It’s your job to try your best.” Determined eyes met a pair of troubled ones. “You go above and beyond your obligation.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” he choked out, twisting his neck as his face contorted in pain. “How does trying matter, if it’s all in vain?”

“You try when everyone else has lost hope. You cling onto every possibility and do your damned utmost for every life whose burdens you choose to carry. No one else does this, Zayne,” they quietly said, trying to point out just how incredibly he stood out in the field. “You’d lose not just sleep but even limbs, if it meant you could have a shot at saving someone. You’d carve your own heart out for someone else’s. Isn’t that sacrifice?”

“It’s all I can do.” A trembling hand left theirs, and both reached up to rub at his face. His expression hidden for a few moments, it obscured him enough to leave them wondering what was on his mind. “I have nothing else to offer.”

“It’s more than anyone else would do,” they repeated, their voice so achingly gentle that it threatened to tear him apart from the very core outwards. Just as tenderly, they pushed his hands away from his eyes, and brushed back his silken strands of hair from his forehead. “You’ve saved thousands. I know you have. You’ve saved me.”

Zayne squeezed his eyes shut once again, and though he seemed to be avoiding the confrontation of what bubbled underneath his skin, his body betrayed him. He couldn’t help but lean into their inviting palm cradling his cheek. He ached for their touch, but punished himself for every second he reveled in it. Taking a rattling breath, he managed to ask, “And how long will that last, before you’re taken away from me too?”

Something clawed at their chest and burst through. “I’m not going anywhere.” Firm, unyielding; like they were swearing an oath bound between their souls and bodies, tied with a knot by their searing skin against each other. “I’m yours in defiance of anything that dares to rip us apart. Do you hear me?” It took all they had to fight back the tears that welled up in their eyes at the sight of him so defeated by fate’s cruel hands. Ironic, when his own hands were the harbringer of life and compassion.

All energy seemed to escape him as he slumped forward, resting on them entirely as they caught him in their arms. Whether it was the heaviness of a burden shared or his weight taking them down, they both fell back onto the pillows. Was the shattering sound that of their heart breaking into a million pieces at such a sudden display of defeat, or was it that of decades-old walls crumbling into a heap on the floor?

Was the price of his vulnerability the destruction of his façade of indomitable strength?

It hurt. God, it hurt.

They didn’t know if that was something Zayne had said aloud, or if their own thoughts were ringing in their ears. In all cases, all they could do was collect his shards—every jaded piece of him that almost crumbled to dust—and pray that their embrace was enough for now; enough to put him back together again, if just for another day.

Caressing his back and nestling him into their chest, they wished they could tuck him away into a corner of their heart, and hide him between their ribs. They’d breathe for him and love for him, and he’d never have to worry again. But in the real world, they were just two adults, lost in a sea of tangled limbs and worn-out souls, desperation coating their every move. Love, after all, bore torment.

Kisses, feather-light and brimming with affection—and maybe tinged with the saltiness of tears—rained down upon his weary head. “Rest, my love,” they affectionately mumbled against his hair, pressing their lips in two sweet kisses upon the crown of his head, sealing things with a simple promise of everything they could both ever want. “I’ll still be there when you wake up.”

Time could only tell if their vows were to be fulfilled in spite of all the odds.

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jennifer-jeong · 3 days

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Okay so first, I really love your LnD fics (patiently waiting for more of your amazing works) 🥹🫶 and hear me out...

Reader who is reincarnated as a Fae being and has been alive since. But the thing is, her wings had been clipped off (with the use of silver chains, meaning she's vulnerable against silver) for a century and is in Linkon city since she feels that part of her (her wings) are somewhere hidden in the city (Think of Maleficent live action ig where her wings were taken from her) and meets the guys and so on :)

HI ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR ASK AND YOUR KIND WORDS FJDSKLAFJSDL;A I APPRECIATE IT SM!! TY FOR INTERACTING!! I’m so glad to hear you like my fics and I promise more are on the way hehehe please do request me again if you have more ideas!!

I hope I did your prompt justice! I definitely did think a lot about maleficent when writing this hehehehe

[Fluff + Angst] [Love and Deepspace Boys x Fae!Reader] Angel

CONTENT

Angst to fluff, gender neutral reader, mentions of violence, blood, trauma, torture, healing alongside them, mutual pining between you and the boys, happy and open ended endings! ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Your wings were a pretty and pearly milky white. Your wings resembled those of high flying birds. They were thick enough to allow gliding and also strong enough to give you lots of control in the air. They were iridescent in the sun and carried you high in the bright sky. The air was thin but more refreshing up there. You played with clouds and soared through the endless blue. It was freedom. It made you feel alive, warm.

It was your gift, but unfortunately, it was on someone else’s wishlist.

You’d never been a spiteful being, nor had you ever hurt a fly. But when silver chains ripped your flesh and tore your muscle to take your wings, severing your very soul from your body. When they destroyed your forest, your home, your family, your heart. You swore to make them suffer.

You were powerful and hunting these fools down was nothing difficult for you. The problem was hunting without your wings, your best weapon.

The lack of mobility and being forced to fight on the ground made it so that you could maim the weak ones, but you could never reach the ones who profited off the suffering of you and your people.

Linkon city is where they were. You knew this. You could feel your wings there. You also knew that you’d need to hide, figure out who did what and how to get your damn wings back. It would take time, but time was all you had as a fae. You’d do whatever it took to make them pay.

It’d take years, but it was worth it.

2 years later and you’ve already made moves to apprehend (and torture) a few key figures, always leaving them in front of the police station when you were done. You still had so much good in you and it always prevented you from killing. But it made you seethe that they were filthy fucking rich from what they stole from your homeland. They sold your resources and displayed your bodies, your wings, like they were trophies. Life was still cold and depressing for you but you did manage to make some friends in Linkon. They’d even help you with your mission. You only trusted them with the information because they had similar goals.

XAVIER

Xavier was a local policeman you had met a few decades into your plot when you were hired to help with the case. He was coincidentally also investigating illegal hunters and black markets selling goods stolen from other civilizations such as yours. It was a big ring of crime and he was determined to end the atrocities that were being committed in it. Meeting you was just extra motivation on top of his already relentless drive for justice. You became investigative partners since you were both capable in combat and often investigated the same people anyways.

Xavier was kind, gentle, quiet, and stronger than he let on. He always worked without expectation of reward and you appreciated that. You just wanted justice and he wanted the same. It helped that he didn’t seek publicity because it would’ve made your life harder since you were probably wanted as a vigilante from before. Xavier taught you his philosophies and you realized you’d been consumed by your desire for revenge, unable to enjoy life outside of it. You admired him for his morals, so you learned from him, and it made you two grow closer. He was more than happy to help, it was so rewarding to see you slowly become your bubbly self that he guesses you lost a long time ago.

He had his suspicions that you might be fae. The man was smart but he played his cards carefully, he always held them close. He acted aloof with you and pretended to not constantly stare at the back of your shirt, trying to see if you had imprints of missing wings on your shoulder blades. He also figured that your motivation for wanting to crack these cases came from somewhere. If he also managed to figure out that you’d been behind some of the previous mysterious arrests, he’d turn a blind eye. He knew your actions weren’t crimes. He felt glad that you got them back for what they did to you and your people.

After a few years of planned raids and dozens of arrests, one of the recovered items from the warehouse was a beautiful pair of wings. Still buzzing with magic, craving to feel the wind again. You felt them when they were being transported to the police HQ. The surge of energy that continued to approach you made you hold your breath and bounce your leg out of pure anxiety. Xavier put a hand on your shoulder to try to calm you down. He’d already figured out what was going on just by looking at you. You didn’t need to say a word. It was something that slowly came naturally since you two spent so much time together. You smiled and he smiled warmly back. You were in the middle of panicking because Xavier was still touching you when you were presented with your missing soul, your wings. You requested to view the “evidence” privately with Xavier and wasted no time in feeling your delicate wings with your fingertips again.

Xavier stood behind you, his right hand found its way to your upper back. He finally traced the outlines of your cut wings. It made you gasp at first, but you trusted him. As he continued to feel them, you shivered. They were scars, they were more sensitive. He stepped to your side and you turned to partially face him, his hand sliding off of you. You looked into his eyes and your longstanding feelings for Xavier were making their presence known by heating up your face, flushing your cheeks. You swore you saw a slight tinge of red on the tips of his ears too. He spoke to you in his familiar voice that you loved so much. He decided to tease you slightly.

“I think I always knew that you’d have wings, you were too perfect to not be an angel.”

ZAYNE

Zayne was a surgeon you’d met one day when he treated your wounds since you collapsed outside the hospital. He discovered the scars where your wings used to sit on your back. You were high off the morphine when he checked your back for more injuries so you barely even realized.

He questioned you but not in the way you expected. You thought he wouldn’t know what they were or try to take advantage of you. But instead he asked what you knew about the hunters that took your wings. He already knew exactly what happened to you just by looking. He was involved in cracking down on research related to Fae and Lemurians since there were people trying to fuse their genetics with these races to gain their beneficial traits such as immortality.

He knew some things you didn’t know and vice versa. You both began working on this together, investigating research facilities, interrogating suspects, and fighting only when needed. You were unstoppable and the law didn’t plan to ask you to let up. You both hand delivered them collectors and shadowy figures that had hid from the police for so long. When you fought, Zayne could both heal and attack from afar while you rushed them head on. You were unafraid because you believed in your partner, your trust in Zayne only grew as the years went on.

Early on, Zayne encouraged you to let go of the spite, the revenge. You knew he was right when he said that they did not benefit you in this. He saw the rage in you and could see that it was hurting you, mentally and physically. You listened, you knew better. You stopped the relentless tortures and instead, let the collectors rot in jail, but not before you got in a few good punches. Zayne watched you slowly come out of your shell again, actually taking the time to enjoy the little things in life instead of being hyper focused on revenge. He’d be lying if he said you weren’t one of the most rewarding patients he’d ever had.

Working with your partner was definitely quite the rollercoaster. He was always so professional and mature but would also randomly tease you as if you were kids, albeit with a fully deadpan expression. Zayne was reserved and often came off as cold but he made you so warm. You knew he was an extremely compassionate and kind person under his exterior and you admired him for it. Zayne also adored you in the same way. You had gone through so much pain and suffering but you still smiled and shined like the sun.

Over time you adapted to live without your wings but after one specific raid on a collector’s mansion, you knew exactly what the collector’s prized possession was because it belonged to you. You could feel your wings. They still surged with energy and upon seeing them when you went to do follow up investigation, you immediately called to them. They flew towards you and you inspected them, almost not believing the scene in front of you. Zayne stayed close ready to support you, especially if you were to fuse with your wings again, he knew it’d be hard to keep them hidden and it’d just bring up so much previous trauma.

You turned to face him slowly, leaving your wings behind you. You hesitated. Not letting your wings fuse with you yet. Zayne looked into your eyes, trying to comfort you with his presence. After a few seconds, Zayne held out his hand, you took it. His skin was cold but somehow it made yours burn, the heat spreading through your body as your face warmed up. He spoke quietly to you, telling you to take your time. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, your thumb slowly caressing the back of Zayne's hand as he did the same back.

Zayne had always been good at comforting you with his words, maybe it just came naturally since he was a doctor. Regardless, you knew it was exactly what you needed right now. You didn’t know what you’d do after you got your wings back. Would you go home? Would you continue this mission with Zayne? Would having your wings make it harder? Would it make it easier? You confided in Zayne as you spoke your thoughts out loud. Once you were done, you were overwhelmed and he could tell. He started his reply with a sentence that filled you with warmth, hope, and a little bit of giddiness. He speaks, teasing you a bit at the end, his face flushing.

“It doesn’t matter what you are or if you have the wings or not, you’re beautiful and you should follow your heart… especially if it’s here.”

RAFAYEL

Rafayel was a painter “looking for art or inspiration” that you met at an underground event where illegal goods were being sold, but you quickly figured out it was a front. Rafayel was a Lemurian, you sensed it immediately since you weren’t human. As a fae you had the ability to sense certain things, and so did Rafayel. Upon meeting each other at an art exhibition, you quickly exchanged information and agreed to meet up again the next day. You almost simultaneously revealed that you were both after the hunters that destroyed your homes when you finally got to chat alone.

The two of you start to frequent more underground events, both of you being well connected and hiding your true intentions very well. You use the events to gather information and then put your plans into action when your targets are alone. It worked amazingly well, you were both extremely skilled and efficient at what you did. It slowly chipped away at this network that shamelessly destroyed your beautiful homes.

Rafayel was a bit of a loose cannon. The man was so sweet and bashful one second and deadly serious the next. He was so gentle with you but didn’t hesitate when there was business that needed to be done. He could easily switch it on and off too. You were just glad you were on his side of this war.

Both you and Rafayel were out for revenge but something about your partnership changed you two. You both slowly helped each other heal, confiding your worries and traumas in each other. You were still both ruthless when it came to apprehending the people who did you wrong but the tortures stopped and the warmth returned outside of the violence. You two actually started to make good memories and live life instead of just trying to survive. You’d often watch the sunset over the ocean together, it was peaceful and you’d chat about anything and everything.

Eventually, after dozens of raids and missions, Rafayel finds weapons that used to belong to his family at the same time you find your wings again. You kept quiet until the mission was done, knowing you could feel your wings but not wanting to startle Rafayel. You looked at the weapons with him, you put your hand on his back to show your support for him. His eyes stayed glued on the knives and his face was a painful melancholic expression. You rubbed circles into his upper back with your thumb, hoping it could ease some of the pain caused by resurfacing memories.

After ensuring that the weapons would be sent to his personal studio, he continues to explore the mansion with you, following you while you find your wings. You communicated to him about your wings and he knew this would be tough for you too but you were both glad you had each other in this moment.

When you saw your wings in a display case at the end of one of the hallways, you bit back tears. It was a lot to take in. You passed millions of dollars worth of paintings to reach the most priceless thing in this whole building. Rafayel lags slightly behind you, wanting to give you a moment. You turn to face him, telling him that you don’t know if you want the wings back or not. Would they make you complete again? They can’t bring anyone back, can’t take away the pain. You couldn’t hide them like Rafayel could hide his true form, would it be a nuisance?

Rafayel makes his way towards you as you ramble, clearly distressed. He quickly envelopes you in a hug, letting you cry lightly into his chest, a painting of Lucifer on the wall next to you. You stay like that for a while. When he finally pulls back, he cups your face with his hands. You were his fallen angel, he wasn’t always great with his words but he truly spoke from the heart when comforting you like this.

“You never needed these wings to be complete, you’re ethereal with or without them. You’ll always be my angel, no matter what.”

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zaynesaurora · 1 month

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╰── safe and sound // zayne x reader ── ✩ ── angstꜝ⋅ ⋅

wordcount: 1k. ▷ Don't leave me here alone // themes of death, please take caution!

It's not unatural for your partner to be out beyond daylight working hours, returning long into the twilight when the sky has already taken on a darkened shade and the city sleeps around you- lights littering the tall building you reside in.

Having been alongside Zayne since he became a student, you've watched as he returned home with heavy bags lining the skin below his eyes- mind, body and soul just as exhausted as each other. You've watched as strode through the same door, face well rested bar a lopsided smirk as he relays his perfect exam results back to you- arms tangling around you in a flurry of congratulations. Zayne graduated that day. A fully fledged medical professional stood before you as he donned a crisp, white lab coat for the first time- complete with a badge labelling him a doctor.

A different man walked through the entrance of your home tonight.

Keys knocking against the metal lock repeatedly as you stood in the kitchen, listening to him miss the slot time and time again. He succeeds eventually. Door barely opening enough as he squeezes himself through the gap- most likely in an attempt to not disturb you, expecting that you would have already retired to rest in the plush sheets for the night.

He drags himself down the short hallway, dress shoes audibly disturbing the carpet below his feet before he stops by the door leading to you- taking a moment to register your form by the sink. You whisper your greetings, voice barely disturbing the air as you do so.

"welcome home"

Zayne tries to return the favour- tries to speak through the tight ball wedged in his throat when his voice breaks and unshed tears begin slipping down his cheeks.

When you look over, actions disrupted by his sudden display of emotions, you catch him right as his head tilts back- neck bared as a river begins to form in the dips and hills of his skin, head shaking from side to side as though trying to rid himself of emotion.

"Zayne?" you call out as soft as you possibly can, you've never seen him this distraught in all the years you'd known him.

He doesn't respond. Bag dropping to the floor with a thud when his fingers give in the grip they had on the handle of his briefcase and it makes you jump- thud jolting your body into action as you cross the room to stand before his taller form.

You cup his jaw, hands still wet from the dishes as the bubbles mingle with the salty tears tracking his face- trying to encourage him to pull his head foward and talk to you. And when he does, you wish to never see a sight so raw again. His eyes are rimmed in a painful red- bloodshot and heavy when they meet yours.

Bobbing your head, almost to encourage yourself just as much as the crumbling man before you- your thumbs begin circling the tension below his ears when he calms his vocal chords just enough to speak in broken words.

"sh-she didn't make it"

It's like he's looking through you, eyes unfocused and seemingly elsewhere as he gives you the only context he can.

"we lost her"

You remebered the hours before zayne went to work on his day off, phone disrupting the peace settling between you as 'work' flashed across the screen. Remembered as he returned back to the living room, device gripped tightly in his hand as he repeats the contents of the call to you- the young patient in his care who was almost ready for release had took a turn for the worst and needed him immediatly.

You recalled as you hurried him out the door with a kiss to the cheek and a quick lunch you packed as he dressed in his uniform once more, knowing it would return home with him.

"she passed during surgery"

Zayne's weight hits you like a ton of bricks- knees giving out below him as he decends to the floor, pulling you down with him and shrinking before your eyes. It catches you off guard completely, bare skin of your legs scuffing across the floor when he pulls you towards him- trapping you in place in a position that renders your arms useless.

Wiggling slightly, you try to capture his attention, "zayne? loosen up a little? let me move my arms"

It's merely a suggestion, no demand in your tone but he gives in anyway, dark strands of hair tickling your skin when he shifts his weight on your shoulder- allowing you to tuck his arms below yours instead and clasp them in place above your hips.

Your thighs rest on the outside of his own, his body pulled flush to your torso- nose buried in your skin and your own hands woven into the fluff at the base of his skull as your rock him slightly in your hold.

You want to say something, desperatly, but what can you say? It wasn't your fault?, he would shoot that down immediatly. He was her surgeon after all.

"shh, you'll be alright. It'll be okay"

He scoffs between deep inhales through his nose, "it's not about me. She had a family, she has friends. She was young". Your own lashes begin to collect with water, Zayne's voice riddled with guilt as he tries to reason his thoughts with you.

"yeah...", you stutter "-...yeah, you tried thou-"

He cuts you off when his arms circle your ribs and squeeze tight, a fresh batch of torment making itself known as the pair of you spend the remainder of the night on the cool tiles lining the ground below.

©️ please don’t steal, rework or repost my writing ! Just show it some love here instead xo

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unknownunidentified101 · 3 months

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

SCENARIO || In which he confines in you after experiencing so many lifetimes of you

WARNINGS || angst to fluff . Spoilers from the story

CHARACTERS || Rafayel, Zayne and Xavier

𝗭𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 ||

In his eyes he witnessed a blurry yet clear person ahead of him. The more he reached out, the more they seemed to walk away. “ forget me..dear Zayne” they muttered as a farewell. That beautiful tone was one that Zayne could never forget

Zayne reached out a hand, his chest felt like stopping right there, as if to keep the moment frozen in time. “ wait..” he manages to break his silence

The figure ahead spares no glances to him and continues into the ever lasting light. Zayne reached out his hand, his feet unable to move before he hears a voice call out to him

“ Zayne?” A worried tone cooed over him. Zayne’s eyes blink and they adjust to his surreal environment. “ your awake! Thank god, thought you were dead” he hears your voice

“ what..?” He manages to find his glasses beside him. “ you never sleep. Usually your awake” you grumble to the bewildered man

Zayne tries not to sound rude or harsh, “ what are you doing here?” He tries to back track to what he was doing before

“ I was worried. You haven’t picked up my calls. You haven’t ate either! And I’m pretty sure it’s time for you to go home” you rant. Zayne finds his lips curving upwards

Your voice still sounded like heaven to him.

“ now that you’re fine, I’ll leave this to you, the nurse told me to give it to you.” You sensed the silence Zayne was emitting. It felt suffocating.

Zayne’s eyes follow you as you quickly shuffle to his door. He then realises the person in his dreams were you. He still didn’t want to let you go just yet.

“ wait-“ Zayne springs out his chair and tugs your wrist

“ huh. What is it Zayne?” Your stare averting. His eyes weren’t as cold as before, they seemed to carve for something something. “ please…stay for a while” Zayne found himself silently begging

“ where’s this behaviour from?” You find yourself giggling at his request. “ …okay!” You give in after some silence

Before you could take another step, your eyes stuck out to him.

Your gaze was familiar, Zayne engulfs you into a tight embrace. “ I want you to look at me with those eyes forever ” he whispers in your ears

He means the eyes you gave when you were in awe or in love. He adores your eyes, just like in his past life, those eyes gave him so much closure. It didn’t matter who you laid your eyes on, he just wanted your eyes on him

You didn’t get him now, and you thought you would never get him. “ what eyes? ” you pat his shoulders

XAVIER ||

“ I don’t get your obsession with stars” you huff, crossing your arms

“ stars..?” Xavier repeats after you, his tone lacing with worry. “ I don’t know, you always look at those star charms and I saw some stickers in your apartment” you remark

Xavier’s lips quiver, stars. He smiles at your comment. You looked completely clueless to him, considering you started his obsession with stars a long long time ago.

“ their cute” he only states

“ cute? Okay..” you try to hide your excitement

“ does it bother you?” Xavier’s head tilts downward, his curiosity peaking at your sneaky comments. “ it’s just…I got this for you” you pull out a star charm

Xavier’s lips part, he is more than shocked at receiving a gift from you, it all happened so fast. “ I thought you would like it, considering you like stars” you try to hide your embarrassment

Xavier pauses for a brief moment, his memories haunt him like the flu. ‘ have this’ he still remembers your voice. The voice that offered him the very same charm. No matter how far he was from the stars, he would find you again and again.

He would go above and beyond to finally lay his eyes on you. No matter how you part, you will be reunited with him

“ do you not like it?” You were met with mere silence. Xavier snaps out of his daze and looks back at you. “ I love it” his tone is sincere

“ really..?” You felt proud

Xavier hides the sadness in his tone, “ I love it. So much” he adds. “ can I hug you?” He questions

You are a bit taken back at his comments. “ hug me?” You repeat

“ yes, as a thankful gift” Xavier waves his new charm to you. “ okay” you nod. Xavier pulls you closer without any more questions.

He wanted to be bound to you forever. No matter how many lifetimes it took him.

His hands lay on your head and waist. Now that you couldn’t see his face, his eyes soften. They threatened to cry

“ I knew you would come back.”

RAFAYEL ||

“ poor fish” he dismisses, only giving a glance to the fish in the tank. “ trapped without any freedom” he crosses his arms

“ reminds me of someone” you mutter, your fingers gazing over the glass

“ what makes you say that?” Rafayel’s interest is peaked, he looks back at you

“ I don’t know. I just felt like saying it. I don’t even know what I mean” you found it silly to think such thoughts

Rafayel takes a moment to admire your laughs. Reminds you of someone? Did you mean him? It all made sense considering what happened in your past life. Yet you didn’t remember an ounce of it.

Poor Rafayel. He hated waiting and for you to forget him made his heart ache uncontrollably. Yet, at least you were back together

“ at least the fish has someone with it” Rafayel points out a valid point. The fish was not alone in that tank, swimming with another fish. “ perhaps” you agree, staring back at Rafayel

“ is there anything else you wanted to do today?” You wondered, your mind thinking of all the possibilities. “ thinking about me my bodyguard ?” Rafayel teases

“ well you insisted today was special. So I took you out as a gift” you pouted, unaware today was the day you made a vow. A special vow with Rafayel before he could walk

“ what if I asked you for a even more unique gift?” Rafayel tilts his head. You look at him, clearly confused

“ can I get it right now?” You looked around for any stores. Rafayel shakes his head and takes your hand in his, stroking it softly

“ you’re the only one who has it you know” he trails off. “ what do you want?” You were keen to know what he wanted

“ the rest of my life with you” he mutters back.

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zaephix · 2 months

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the little things / / xavier , zayne , & rafayel . . .

slight spoilers for their myth stories

the reason as to why XAVIER takes great care of his hair was unknown to you. why he laid his head down in your lap even after being glued to your side the whole day. the reason was simple, so that you could keep running your fingers through it. he'd gently guide your hands over to the top of his head, a soft chuckle as you kiss the button of his nose. to him, you were the core of his being, his star.

XAVIER can't stop the pleasant smile gracing his face as you revel in another victory, his eyes never leaving your form. in the same way that you ponder about what to eat for lunch, he wonders if anyone ever wished upon the stars that danced in your eyes. and as you both ready yourself for sleep, he'd found his answer. if no one else did, he'd glady be the first to do so. just ignore how his already slow heartbeat begins to slow even more against your back, how his mind travels back to that fateful night underneath the glistening cosmos. "i'll be by your side, always."

before heading to work, ZAYNE can never seem to leave your side. he'd be caught up in your soft snores, the way your chest slowly rises and falls, and your lips. he can't stop himself as he leans down to place a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, all the while making sure you're wrapped snugly in your blanket, your pillow fluffed from beneath you.

ZAYNE is the type of lover to text you as soon as he's on his break, asking to make sure you ate the breakfast he left for you in the kitchen, or that you remembered your wallet on the coffee table. you always tell him that he worries too much, that he should be focusing on himself, but how could he? not when his priority is your well-being, your state of self. just ignore how his breath seems to get shaky, the frost crawling up his skin and into his veins every time he's near you, sharp pains coursing through his muscle. "i won't forget you... not this time."

when it comes to showering you with affection, RAFAYEL seems to take the cake. kissing your knuckles every time he greets you, strategically pulling you away from work to cuddle with you, he knows just how and what to do at the right times. however, what he fails to notice is how he unconsciously looks for you the first thing he steps into a room, how his shoulders relax after realizing you're safe after you've texted him a little later than usual, how his hands linger a little too long in yours.

RAFAYEL has already come to the realization that he's head over heels for you long ago, just not fully realizing how bad it was. all within a second you were his bodyguard, his fishie, but most of all, his muse. he'd make the world his canvas - your eyes the rhythm hidden beneath the layers of paint. just ignore how he sometimes gets quiet when around you, his mind swirling like a paint brush dipped into watercolor. "fish are emissaries of the god of the sea, this... is my vow to you."

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lunamochii · 3 months

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"I have always like to taste your lips.." || xavier x f!reader

cw // smut, dry humping, lots of kissing.

-♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"Wait-"

"No. More, I want more."

Hands gripping tightly on his hoodie, his hands caressing and pressing on your thighs as he kisses you for the million time. Your mind have become fuzzy now as you get drunk on his kisses. Biting your lower lip his tongue once again slipped inside your mouth.

Xavier lets out a groan and presses his body towards you even more, you're currenly sitting at the counter with your upper body trap between his arms. You tried pushing him but his fast on capturing your lips.

"Xavier! Can't breathe..."

He hums in response and move his lips to your neck as he unbuttons your polo and trail his kisses. He looks up at you and grins seeing how you are a blushing mess. He again came up and starts to kiss you, his other hand rest on your lower back and you felt him grind his bulge to you, making you let out a moan

"Xavier you..."

You said eyeing his growing bulge but he only nibbled to your eyes, you can feel his hands slipping inside your shirt and found it's way to your breast and he starts to fondle me

"I love you.."

He whispered and began kissing you, he began to suck your tongue and then play with it with his own. His fingers pinching your nipple making you flinch, grinding to you he bit your upper lip

"I love you too Xavier.."

He smiles in content before pulling you close and he began to hump into you. His hands left your breast and holds you tight on your waist as you moan his name.

"Didn't know you like dry humping.."

You said and he only laughs softly before planting kisses on your neck that will surely leave a mark

"It's sexy y'know... plus you look so alluring right now.."

He answered his fingers playing with your hair before tugging on it and captured your lips for a passionate kiss before grinding faster and your moans got drown between the kiss you shared as you felt yourself came undone just by him grinding, though you take notice how he grip your waist tight as he freezes and moves away from your lips so he can rest his head on the crook of your neck.

Both of you capturing your breath before the two of you starts to laugh as he embraces you tight.

"Let's go and wash up. Our clothes are dirty now."

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beneathashadytree · 2 months

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ZAYNE LI MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Just a Man (oneshot)

“I Had Fun Last Night!” (texts)

Period Care! (texts)

“Is This a Date?” (texts)

Being Harassed Outside (texts)

“Do You Think We’d Have Gotten Along in High School?” (texts)

“Today’s a Special Date” (texts)

Nightmares (texts)

Asking About Car Parts (texts)

After an Argument (texts)

“My Period’s Late” (texts)

“Are You Using Me For My Body?” (texts)

Accidental Confessions (texts)

“What Will You Do If We Part?” (texts)

“My Bra Broke!” (texts)

About to Give Birth! (texts)

Toy Review (texts)

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crispin-kreme · 3 months

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the fear of loosing you ; zayne (love and deep space)

synopsis: you are rushed to the emergency room after suffering from a fatal injury from your mission, and this is not how zayne wanted to see you– not in the emergency room.

genre: angst, fluff at the end

pairings: zayne x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood and hospital setting, cursing (not so sure), grammatical errors

note: this is so rushed-LOL AHSHHAHA ok enjoy this is so ass but i love zayne sm THIS IS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE WILLING TO READ THIS 🥹

tagging : @shikamiru <3

"clear!"

"page dr. zayne!"

"should we really- he'll not be able to handle this professionally seeing that his partner is the patient here"

"he's a professional! what do you mean?!"

the nurses whispered around, contemplating if they'd page dr. zayne. they weren't sure if he was going to lose it if he saw you in this emergency room. the room was filled with tension and stress. dr. greyson now raises his voice "just page him now! y/n's heart will fail at any moment now. they're losing a large amount of blood." he commanded.

dr. greyson needs to stop the bleeding as well but he needs zayne to take over with compressions.

"what seems to be the–"

his eyes, filled with shock. his breath hitches. zayne, for the first time, maybe in his life, he goes blank. he feels faint. he sees you on that hospital bed bleeding out. he sees dr greyson doing the compressions and other nurses helping him.

"zayne, get in here now!" dr. greyson grunts out. "i'll stop the bleeding. take over first with compressions" he adds. zayne rushes to take over "she needs a blood transfusion." zayne says, trying to keep calm. he grunts as he presses on your chest harder, trying to resuscitate you. zayne watches how your pressure is going down through the monitor.

he tries to keep his tears in "c-come on now." he grunts. zayne does his compressions harder until he feels your ribcage breaking from it. this was normal- he felt this most of the time but it was disturbing for him to feel it when it came to your body. that's when his tears fell. "hold on please" he whispers.

dr. greyson is able to prepare you for surgery. "zayne, can you do this operation?" dr greyson asks. but zayne kept going with compressions. "zayne, you'll break her ribcage even more." dr greyson says.

"zayne, snap out of it!"

he stops the compressions as they hook you to some life support. zayne looks at dr greyson, teary eyed. this was the first time someone has seen him like this. he was stressed, he was scared to lose you. dr greyson sighs "you're stressed. you won't do this srugery." he tells zayne. zayne feels his stomach churning as he sees you almost covered in blood.

zayne stays silent and there was no time to lose. dr greyson goes to the bed you lie at and readies you to go to the operating room. "let's go!" dr greyson commands. zayne watches them bring you to the operating room. he stays silent as he stood in place. he felt tears coming out of his eyes. he was deeply frustrated, he couldn't lose you.

zayne was pacing around his office. as it was already in the middle of the night, he wonders why the operation is taking long. suddenly, the door of his office opens and he stops at his tracks. it was dr greyson. he looks at the dr greyson, hoping for good news.

"how did the surgery go? are they well?" zayne asks hastily. dr. greyson sighs "it was complicated- they lost a lot of blood but they're alright now." he explains. zayne's eyes were filled with worry when he heard that it was complicated.

"what about their heart? their lungs?" he asks again, voice filled with worry. he remembers your injury from fourteen years ago, where you suffered a fatal injury as well. it affected your evol and your lungs (and so as your heart). dr. greyson sighs "zayne, they're alright. y/n's alright, okay?" he says.

dr. greyson speaks once more "i was hoping that you would do their post operation check." he says. zayne nods with no hesitation. "but may i see them already?" zayne asks. dr. greyson nodded "yes but- you have to rest. you've been up all night." he tells him. zayne shook his head "i'm used to it." he says and hurriedly leaves his office.

zayne walks to your room where you're confined. he feels his stomach dropped when he sees you. you were still unconscious, under the influence of the anesthesia and your body recovering. he rushes to the seat next to the hospital bed and he sits down.

he only stares. until tears fell from his eyes.

"i told you not to attend that mission. it would be bad for your health." he mutters under his breath. he wipes his tears. zayne stands up and leans in to give you a kiss on your forehead. "i shall be here when you wake up. get some rest, my love." he whispers, trying not to cry again.

did he go home? no. he stayed at his office, waiting for a page from the nurses that you've woke up or waiting for the sun to rise so he can check up on you.

his morning rounds came and he didn't get the slightest blink of sleep. zayne enters your room and you were still unconscious. he does his usual work. he checks the iv drip, he checks the heart monitor, and he checks your vitals.

zayne only sighs and sits on the chair that was beside your bed. he strokes your hair slowly, "you seem to be having a good sleep." zayne remarks. he couldn't help but tear up again. he sighs and takes his glasses off as his tears fell down again. he gently grabs your hand and holds it to his cheek.

he sinks into the warmth of your palm. his tears were still cascading down his face. "please wake up." he says, almost pleading. he stays in silent sobs. "i don't think i can handle a day with you like this." he says in between sniffles.

you feel his tears on your palm. you stirr in your sleep like state. zayne notices this and puts your hand down but still holding onto it. he watches your eyes flutter.

everything was a blur to you but you see zayne beside you. you squint your eyes for a bit "z-zayne?" you called out. zayne is overjoyed, he really is.

and he shows it- this was rare of him. he wanted to burst out in tears again. "oh god- y/n? you're awake" he says. you nod at him. zayne comes closer to observe you. "i-it hurts." you stuttered out. he nods at you "i know, i know. but you're okay now. everything's alright." he says in a hush tone.

you noticed how puffy his eyes were and how tired looking he was. "zayne, i'm alright." you said to him with a smile. your hand went to zayne's cheek once more. your thumb brushes his face. he feels this again "i thought i would loose you." zayne says as he closes his eyes, feeling your warmth again.

"i'm not going anywhere." you tell him "i love you." you blurted out.

he opens his eyes and looks at you lovingly, "i love you too."

#love and deep space #love and deep space imagines #love and deep space imagine #love and deep space x reader #love and deep space fluff #love and deep space angst #love and deep space zayne #zayne

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missviviii · 3 months

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a/n: zayne my boo <3 im sobbing over the fact that the game killed off mc’s grandma and caleb 😭

ミ★ Love & Deep Space ミ★

pairing: zayne x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of death, mentions of the explosion that killed mc’s grandma + childhood best friend (caleb) in game, spoilers(?)

Summary: Ever since that day, you’ve fallen in a deep, dark pit. Why did you have to be the one that they decide to destroy? Why did Caleb and Grandma have to die? Is it your fault they did? Zayne, as your primary care physician and a family friend, is concerned for your well-being.

“Sometimes, a small gesture is all it takes.”

The sound of the news on your TV, the thundering rain outside, the sound of the cars driving by your apartment—it all blurs out as you stared at the TV screen, eyes dead and unfocused on the news of the Wanderers attacking and the explosions. Some 22 casualties, two deaths. Grandma and Caleb. His necklace that you bought him as a goodbye gift when he left for the Aerospace Academy sits beside a picture of you, him, and Grandma on the coffee table, the cheerful smiles making you wished that you could revisit time.

Your apartment, once somewhat organized and clean, is now messy with things being knocked down and dirty dishes long discarded. You stare at the one last thing your Grandma left for you, some..tablet(?) with a final letter on it. You haven’t gotten the energy or the ability to open it. It pains you, seeing that you haven’t visited for so long yet when you do, this was the time her house had to explode right in front of you, flames engulfing the house and the only thing that remained was Caleb’s necklace.

“I miss you, Grandma..” You mumbled to nobody, rubbing the tears threatening to spill out your eyes as you glanced down at the item she left you with. Besides that, a small box of her old recipes of those notecards, and other small things that she had entrusted to you years before.

Around you was your laptop, papers and files on the latest Wanderer attacks around you. Yes, Captain Jenna dismissed you and said that you should take some days off to regain your energy, since you haven’t been getting the sleep or the energy you needed, but you just couldn’t.

Your door opened, yet you didn’t bother to look at who entered. “Still sitting in front of the TV?” A familiar voice spoke out, flipping the light switch on and shutting the door behind him. It was Zayne, a long time family friend and your primary care physician. “You haven’t eaten,” he bluntly says as he sets a bag of food on your table and walked into the kitchen. He bites back a sigh, knowing that you were going through a tough time, and people tended to discard everything and grieve and grieve their hearts out.

“Hello to you too, Zayne,” you replied as you shut off the news and got up off your sofa. You pile up all the papers and files you’ve scattered around and set them on the coffee table before you walk into the kitchen as Zayne is cleaning up your dirty dishes. He checks in on you whenever he’s free or when he’s off his shift. He looks back at you, only making a small hum of acknowledgment before cleaning up your dirty kitchen. You looked terrible—eyes red and puffy from crying, obvious eye bags, and the sparkles from your eyes were gone.

You yawn as you take out a bowl and some utensils for whatever food he brought in for you. You unpacked the bag as he cleaned up the dishes you couldn’t bother doing last week. Potatoes, avocado on the side, tuna salad, salmon and rice you said to yourself as you took out the food that he had carefully backed in those plastic containers for you. Then you took out the last thing. Cookie..dough? He remembered your favorite childhood snack. The kind of cookie dough you liked.

“Your grandma gave me a recipe for the cookie dough. She said that if she couldn’t make it, I should since it lightens your mood,” Zayne says as he puts your clean dishes back into the cabinet. He dries his hand off before walking over to you, watching how you stare at it like a piece of gold. Disbelief and shock were etched on your face.

Zayne puts his hand on your back, soothingly rubbing circles as you opened the container and took a bite. Your eyes almost brimmed with tears again. You could remember how your grandma used to bake in the kitchen and you’d always sneak a bite or two of the cookie dough, no care in the world if you could get salmonella.

“Thank..you, Zayne,” you finally said, turning around tightly hugging him. He was a bit hesitant at first, but he put his hand on your head, massaging your scalp as he looked down at you with a gentle look on his face.

“..You’re welcome. I miss her too.”

Zayne’s eyes looked away at the picture on the counter of your grandma. She didn’t have to go out this way.

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