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Sylus: *kissing the top of her head* I’m heading out. I love you.
MC: *with a mouthful of toast* M’kay.
Sylus: …
Sylus: I love you.
MC: I heard ya. *takes another bite*
Sylus: *takes the toast out of her hand and walks away*
MC: Mmph!
Sylus: Now we can both spend the day empty and unhappy.
MC: *hurrying after him* I was kidding! I love you! Sylus!
˖❀⋆- RAFAYEL!-⋆❀˖
- ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ - (obv)
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you had awoken alone, no one next to you as the sunlight peeled it way into your room through the gaps in your curtains. a loud yawn running through the dead silent room. your back slightly aching.
your eyes traveled to your phone that laid charging on the bedside table, the light damaged your morning vision.
- monday 1 -
07:35
it was unusual for rafayel to be up this early especially in the beginning of an even month and his first month off. it was a rule in his line of work to take the 4th, 8th and 12th month of the year off until the last month where he has a huge event that show all of his art work that he accomplished in the year alone in one exhibition. sometimes he'd take a break for a month or less in between but that was normally what he did.
it was a strict schedule, even thomas would get agitated when people argued against it. but who has time to argue with a man who makes a good 7-8 figures yearly.
"it's too late to go back to sleep.." you murmured to yourself, slowly sitting up while aggressively ruffling your his shirt. walking towards the shower, you noticed the door to your bedroom was slightly open. narrowing your eyes, you brushed it off; getting into the shower with no worries.
the warm water rushing through your veins, soothing the muscles as you started your day nicely. your hair slowly absorbing the water, the curls beautifully flowing down your back.
the sound of your music filling in the empty sounds the water droplets couldn't do, your voice joining in.
"..baby it's you, you're the one i love..you the one i need! you're the only one i see. coke one baby it's you!!-" you continued, scrubbing your body with your flannel.
closing your eyes, you started to wash your hair, the gorgeous shampoo pushing through the spaces in between your fingers as you softly scratched your scalp.
but somehow, you didn't hear the sounds of the door open and the shower curtain unravel.
"finally you put my love on top! oh! oh bab-AHH!" you reached back, the feeling of rafayel's flannel hitting your ass. but before you could even reach, extremely cold water came down on you, making your body tense up.
a gasp escaping your mouth as you screamed his name, hearing him rush out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. your anger coming from the depth of your heart.
"RAFAYEL!!"
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after your interrupted shower, you laid on your bed in your towel, it was only just turning 8 in the morning so you felt a sleepy as you were 30 minutes ago. moving to lay on your stomach, one of your eyes stayed at the door waiting to see if he would try and prank you again.
not only were you afraid that he'll do something silly, but you didn't feel like having another shower anytime soon. even thought there was a lot of chores to be doing today, eh, you still have a good 12 hours of your day left.
"...should i just get ready?" you thought, seeing if it was best to get out of the room. shrugging, you got up, went straight to your closet but there was a slight problem...
"...why the fuck is it empty?-"
before anything could even reach your mind. a loud laugh erupted from downstairs. you grit your teeth in response, looking at the only clothing left in there; an ethika and his shirt. but you just wondered, 'how immature is this man?'
"RAFAYEL!!"
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"...cooking done...shopping done..."
you only had one more thing to do today, laundry. it was one of the most simplest tasks ever, just throw it into the washing machine for its amount of time, put it in the dryer after then boom. easy.
as you made it to the door with the different bags of laundry, a sudden feeling that you were being watching ran ran through your veins. spider sense? maybe
after putting the first load in, you left the room rushing to prepare yourself a nice cup of tea. it soothes your muscles.
The sound of your phone ringing told you that the laundry was done, and you did the process of putting one in the dryer, another in the washing machine.
a while later, you were unpacking the last dryer load, picking everything until you saw a few socks at the bottom. looking at the door, you checked to make sure no one was lurking behind it before going down into the dryer, your legs lifting off the ground as you attempted to grab the clothes.
"shit!- today would be nice." you complained, the socks barely reaching your hands every time you try to pick it up. after what felt like eternity, you got them, holding them tightly in your hands.
"dang finally-" oh no
you tried to get up, but you knew, if you let go of the inside of the dryer, you'd fall in properly. why does this have to happen to you especially on a day like this? you panicked, your legs kicking, a semi-loud shout escaping your mouth. "no! no! fuck."
sighing, you thought of ways to get up when you felt someone hands holding the waistbands of your ethika, the material being roughly pulled down.
"HEY?!- WHAT THE FUCK?!-" you yelled, pressing your thighs together in shock. hands so familiar, running down your back, pressing it nicely.
"shh...it's just me hun." rafayel's gentle voice rang through your ears, the tone just as soft as his hands. you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him, not when he sounded like that. "not gonna lie, i was gonna prank you again but damnit you got me hypnotised."
"rafayel! what are you- ohhh fucking..." you gasped as he slowly slid himself inside of you, his dick still hardening when in you. he shushed you again.
"i know baby..i know..big stretch huh? come on, say my name."
"rafayel!"
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it is NOT april fools at all but i felt a little cheeky.
do not steal any of @aly4khq 's work even tho they are trash!
date made: 23/06/24
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 - ♕♕♕
♕♕♕- 𝔁𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻, 𝔃𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮, 𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓵, 𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼
ꜱᴜᴍ: as the empress, you hold a strict title and don't take any bs from anyone. but who knows what happens once you are face to face with someone you've been crushing/investigating over.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: fluff, a little crying
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: around 1K-1.5K for each
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this somehow took me ages to write like always, once i finish xavier's, i don't wanna do zayne, then i get to rafayel and i don't want to do sylus 🤦🏾♀️
↳ 𝚇𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚁 - you are the empress of Philos. (wc. 1200)
as you sat upon your throne, gazing at the group of bowed down princes at your feet, your mind ran overtime about the possible future husband you'd be destined to marry. the array of young men wishing to be the lover to the one and only Empress of Philos, wishing to be married to you. and with a sharp dismissal ticked off their future dreams of become an emperor.
your clothing consisted of w silk white material, wrapped around your lower waist but a golden bands, the material flowing down to your ankle. your chest held a criss-cross design which was designed with an aurelian coating. there were matching neck and wrist bands along with it, your hair flowed down your shoulder in bouncy curls.
many dukes, princes and even future kings have come to request to be on the list of your marriage. but every single one hasn't been up to your standards. after every introduction, you would visibly shrivelled in disgust at the sight of them all.
after realising that you were thinking to yourself, the next prince arose and walked up one step to your throne. once he was perched on the golden step, you expected the lad to sit down only for him to pose and speak with confidence. "greetings your highness, as it is i!—"
"absolutely not," you interrupted with a scoff and a mocking laugh, your hand waving him off. the face that he had nearly make you promote him to a jester, his whole aura had changed to one of confusion, he spoke with a tinge of melancholy. "but...but your majesty—"
this action earned him an eyebrow raise from you, your eyes narrowing, "are you defying me?" the whole room fell with fear as the man gulped at your serious torn, his body lowering as he knelt back down to his original position. "...apologies your majesty..."
you moved on, nodding your head at the guard to let the next person in. which they did, walking inside with a smug expression. his hands held his hips before he lowered to a bow as he spoke with a thick accent, "greetings your majesty, i am sir arthur smith, commander of the army..."
as he went on with his introduction, you scoffed, 'so he's from the north huh?'. despite his obviously proud and humble tone, you could tell that this particular person would be a problem to dismiss. he spoke once more with a wink, "would you like me to be your lovely husband?"
"no, not really." your answer was blunt, as he instantly dropped his whole attitude to one of rage. "pardon?" his tone dripped with disbelief, his hands clenched as he rose from his kneel. "i said no, exit my palace."
a huff came from the man below as he looked you up and down, "how dare you...how dare you to deny me? do you know who i am?" the guards and servant who were in the room nearly disintegrated at the sentence itself. no one goes against the empress, and definitely no one challenges you either.
your head tilted towards the man as you felt a burning sensation in your chest, the room's tension was enough to slice his head off before you did. "excuse me?" your hand pushed your body off of the throne you sat on, the rich materials of your attire fell in a satisfying manner. your golden bands clicking, your heels slowly dropping down the steps to that man.
"repeat that," you ordered, your tone calming despite the fire in your heart. your hand on your hips. the man below soon realised his mistake, his hand lifted as he tried to bargain with you, "wait...your majesty i was just!—"
your hand lifted to ever so angrily murder the man in front of you, your evol slowly protruding out of your hand before a hand gently held your wrist. "your majesty, you shouldn't get your hands spoiled on some lowlife." the voice itself soothed your heart, it was xavier.
despite being known as a serious title, your admiration for your personal knight has grown over the years. he was strong, handsome and even had the most squeezable face ever.
and even the feeling of his hand on your was enough to make a grown woman fold, your cheeks flushed with admiration and weakness. your head lifted up to see his face in glory, which was surprisingly also flustered. his pale cheeks slightly pink from being in such proximity of you, a feeling of submission running through his veins. "it...would be my pleasure to escort him out of here, your majesty."
both of you stared into each other's eyes, feeling the warmth grown in between you before the sounds of the man in front of you entered our ears. "ahem...? hello?" how dare such a disgusting man disturb you and your knight's experience together, both of you diverted your head to glare at the prince who stood at your feet. your eyes narrowed as you spoke with hatred. your foot lifted and pressed against his boot, releasing a loud cry of pain.
"may i remind you why you stand below me, kneel to your empress." the man — not wanting to disobey you any longer — lowering to his knees. you held a demanding eye contact with him before you scoffed, turning to xavier. "indeed you are right, take care of this man." your tone softened just slightly as you dropped your hand, walking back to the throne that you arose from. he nodded, his eyes visibly softening before they turned to the man. his hand taking out the sharp light blade from his waistband. "of course, your majesty."
and in one fell swoop, a flash of light came from xavier as that prince was sliced in many places and teleported somewhere else. his expression of sternness send waves straight to your stomach, your eyes travelled from his silvery hair to his luscious lips...then to his body when the same majestic man caught your attention.
"your majesty?" he called for you as you thought to yourself, and with a smile growing you spoke. "stand beside that man there xavier." with a confusion but obedient look, he followed your orders, standing in a formal manner beside the many princes who knelt there. his expression only lasting on your presence that sat on the chair.
as the room became as silent as a mouse, your body rose from the throne, holding the king's crown. everyone was waiting to hear their name speak out from your voice. xavier's own head lowered in anticipation, hoping that you'd go with the safer option.
"i, empress of Philos and the giver of life and death, have come to a conclusion for the future emperor of this kingdom. as 8 men laid below, there'll only be one staying in this palace for life does us eternity." you watched as xavier's face tensed in confusion, 8 men? there was only 7 who managed to get through to you. but it took seconds for him to click in his mind.
"a man who's submitted his submission to me years ago, a man who has already shown me his trust and honesty through his years of hard work," a deep pause of silence crept into the room, a little quiver coming from the guards who surrounded your throne, also awaiting with curiosity.
"xavier, stand and receive your crown." your voice bloomed in the echoey space, the sounds of xavier sucking in a breath as he lifted his head. he walked towards you before kneeling once again. you placed the crown on his head, and ass it connected, the placeholder of your star shaped gem shone with light.
"...thank you, your majesty." he spoke with sincerity as you looked down at the man with a grin. your left hand clicked to the other guards and knights in the room, "escort the rest out, and don't return to this room until further notice, your empress and emperor need to spend some time together."
↳ 𝚉𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴: you are the empress of another kingdom, zayne wants you to join his own empire. (wc. 1,111)
you sat in front of your highly decorated vanity, staring into the oval mirror that was placed on top of it. the day's stress slowly exiting your mind as you relaxed your muscles from all the adventures you did today for your kingdom. but there was one thing you couldn't stop wondering about. the foreseer's frequent letters.
"what emperor seeks to an empress about his own selfish desires?" you complained to your head maid with slight annoyance and confusion, your hands taking off your now frozen gloves— sculpted because of your anger towards this man. the hairband that ties your hair in a bun gracefully fell as the pristine white locks followed, just landing at your chest. a deep exhale filling your ears.
"apologies if this seems offensive your majesty, but maybe he weeps to see you in person?" with a timid tone, the maid spoke behind you, helping with the hair accessories you had placed earlier today whilst also massaging your scalp from all your worries. she was one of your closest maids you've ever had, and she knows how this whole scenario has really been going. "shall i read out the other letter, your majesty?"
you scoffed, "there's another? how many letters will he send me until he finally gives up on...whatever deal he wants me to comply to?!" your hands pinched the bridge of your nose, before you waved your other hand to confirm that you'd like to hear it.
she cleared her throat before speaking, "my dearest jasmine, empress of my heart, my wishes only relate to your presence. you have brightened my own flower, perched on my tower as i await for your response. my love, my dear, respond to my call and meet me at fall."
that message alone made you feel...loved, the poetic rhythm intoxicating to your heart as you let out a unsure breath. despite your sheer ignorance to it, someone else could easily catch on to your—
"love! he's in love, your majesty!" she exclaimed with happiness for you, which to returned with a whine. "i can see that." who knew that such a high titled man could be head over heels for you, especially someone who is considered as a semi-god to every kingdom in the world.
"i think it's time for me to sleep this silliness away, my bed calls me." your delicate hands placed your gloves neatly on your desk, your legs waddling over to your precious, triple sized bed. "you're dismissed," you spoke to the maid as she nodded, packing away the contents of your wash bag with delicate hands and tie it with the finest ribbon that you had received from — unsurprisingly — zayne. she placed it gently beside the mirror before turning to you, assisting you in putting on your bonnet before bowing once more and walking towards the door that awaited her.
"good night your majesty." she whispered back to you before leaving your room, making sure to gently shut the large doors. her footsteps disappearing down the hallways. meanwhile, the duvets were submerging your body while your eyes closed, a deep sigh coming from your mouth as you let everything die out onto your pillow.
the soft sounds of the night travelled through your window; tweets of birds flying around endlessly without a care, the sounds of the many animals also taking themselves to bed, the crickets alerting you that it was indeed late, and the sounds of your doors opening once more.
...wait a minute.
your body shot up, instantly looking in the direction of your door. but a figure, dressed in the rich attire blocked your way. clothing you're way too familiar with. with slight fear, you stared up at the man, your hand instantly shot out to strangle the man with your evol when that same hand held your wrist.
"hush, my dear, i came to see you." a deep but very calming voice pushed away the silence, that same hands gently pulled you upwards to his chest. just as you stared to admire who it obviously was, the moonlight shone through your window...illuminating the face of the foreseer.
"...zayne.." you held an intense gaze before you narrows yours in anger. your other hand hitting his chest. "you idiot! who in their right mind would sneak up on an empress like that!?" you yelled out, only because he gave you the fright of your life.
with a deep chuckle, his other hand swiftly went to your back, lifting you bridal style as you let out a little gasp at the sudden change of balance. "let me go!" his grip was firm, giving you the impression that he wouldn't be leaving without you.
"we'll be arriving at my throne in a little, i've, quite frankly, gotten tired of not seeing my love in person." whilst he let your room, you saw the head maid winking at you from her room before disappearing. a sigh escaped your mouth, this was gonna be a long night...and the journey was even more exciting and interesting. he was telling you stories on why and how he even managed to fall in love when you are fork two different kingdoms. which all lied in one thing.
"when we were children, at a grand ball, i noticed you from miles away. your aura was intoxicating, and you looked so beautiful. i couldn't take my eyes off you the whole night. but when i went to tell you that, you had disappeared." your face softened at the thought. "i looked, for many many years to find you, and every time i did, you'd—" he paused before speaking in a softer tone. "you'd somehow escape and someone else managed to charm your interest before i did. but i put in work for years and here you are in my arms."
he continued, "i sent you those letters because my parents did not allow me to exit the palace, until i finally explained why i wanted to do dearly." his hands held you tighter as he readjusted your position so you were hugging his neck, your chest against his. his eyes stared into yours, and you could see the galaxy rested in his.
you began to feel sleep take over your eyes, you dozing off for a good minute but you fought it, you had too. but his deep chuckle managed to wake you up more as his hands rose, pressing your head agaisnt the crook of his neck. his chin rested above your hair. "sleep, my dove. i've lost you multiple times but i'll never let you go again."
and by the time you made it to his throne, sleep had taken you easily. your head rested against his shoulder, a long navy blue cape around your smaller body. he spoke with sincerity, "i ever so love you, my empress."
↳ 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙻: you are the goddess of Lemuria (wc. 1102)
deep in the waves of the ocean, you sat at the throne that was filled with many seas treasures that visitors, guests and mostly your beloved knight, rafayel. the same man who you ever so wished to exile just because of that bratty attitude of his. the amount of times mermen and mermaids would manage to capture the moments of you and him quarrelling in your own throne room was way too high to even count on your fingers. he was arrogant, and you were stubborn which was definitely not a very good mix to have.
despite the arguing, rafayel and you both shared moments of sincerity and admiration where he'd be flustered by the slightest look of you dressed in your wave-themed skirt wrapped around your waist and the decorative chest protection that matched his. your hypnotic hips that swayed at the sounds of your mermaids and mermen singing at every event that was held in your palace, the ever so adored palace of Lemuria.
today was a special day for you, it was the day where you'd choose your future husband, the future emperor of Lemuria. there were men from different cities and backgrounds of the kingdom who arrived at the palace's gates to try and audition to be your significant other. and you already hated the whole thing before it even started . "i don't want to do it rafayel..." you complained to your knight, your head slouched on your vanity desk as your hands laid limp in your lap, rafayel's position stood behind you. his hand working wonders on your sore, stressed muscles, his voice even softer. "then why attend? the last time i checked, you're the empress.
even though that tone was a little bratty, you let it slide just this once. with a sigh, your eyes closed at the sensation of his fingers. the whole room was engulfed with stress, tension flying through the air as you kept quiet, not wanting to reveal your melancholy to the rest of your world. "my mother requested from far lands that when she arrives from her journey i should be engaged by the least. do you understand how demanding that is?" his neutral face slowly turned to a sympathetic one, his body sitting down next to you by the desk whilst also wrapping an arm around your waist. you didn't notice it, until you feel yourself being grabbed and pulled by that same knight.
his face was barely even 5 inches away from yours, his eyes taking their time to admire your features with love. his other hands went to your cheek, gently using his thumb to caress the soft skin, his lips opening to land a kiss on your cheek. "you have to realise that you choose the person who you love, don't let any silly—"
"don't insult my mother." you snapped back, "okay! okay! i won't," he chuckled at your reaction before sharing this moment with you. his hands slowly descending down your body and to your back, you arched in impulse unknowingly bringing your face closer. your own hands rose to touch his shoulder, holding onto him with confirmation. both of you closed your eyes, leaning in to hopefully feel each other's lips pressing.
and you waited, until a soft giggle came from the man above. your eyes opened as you saw him just falling in love with your face. your frown was obviously clear, but rafayel was bluntly unaware of it. that face soon went to one of pain and confusion, when you slapped his arm in anger.
"rafayel!" "sorry! sorry!"
once you made your way to the balcony where you'd stand while the many men and woman below you kneeled at the sight of your jewellery shining in the light, a sheet of fear and dominance laced over the room. the organiser that originally made sure that everyone had arrived rose his head before speaking in a timid tone, "y-your majesty, here i present to you many civilians from far lands...shall i begin?"
the silence that followed after nearly made the organiser shit himself, feeling like he was about to get assassinated for doing something wrong until you let out a scoff. your own voice overpowered every other noise in the room, "there's been a change of plans," the Lemurians below rose their heads hesitantly, confused at what could've happened. and rafayel decided it was okay to speak, "and what's that your highness?—"
"i'm getting to it." your head snapped to rafayel who decided it was okay to speak over you, your glare enough of a reason for him to shut their lip until further notice. "people of Lemuria, i've come to a conclusion where there's a...brave, handsome, strong man who's taken my heart for his own sake." the woman all groaned and whined.
"...he is not in the line at the moment, but he shall stand where he is." the feeling of fear grew, a sudden drop of atmosphere nearly knocked you off your flats. the guards, knights and civilians all stared at one person, who you then joined.
"...hey hey hey...! why am i being gawked at?" rafayel spoke with a slight confusion in his tone, his gaze going all over that place until in his peripheral he spotted you. slowly approaching him with your hands out, you held his tightly. "rafayel," your tone dropped in sternness, becoming the softest it's ever been, your hands held together before he understood with a nod.
both of you held each other's hands as you closed your eyes, embracing the feelikg of your love swirling and interlocking between the palms of your hands. the feeling of something moving appeared, something swimming around with glee. you unclasped your hands to see a blue fish, swimming in your palms. the room feel silent, untik it erupted in cheers— quiet cheers.
"rafayel, i declare you the emperor of Lemuria, God of the Sea." finally, you both hugged deeply, his hands lifting you into the air as he spun you around. after he missed you about a hundred times, he let you down. rafayel's grin has never been bigger, his hands ruffling your hair. "he-heyyyyy! i never knew you had the hots for me?" your brown cheeks flushed a maroon tint, your shyness finally showing as he laughed at you. only to receive another hit on the arm.
"so...my empress...how about we make our way to our bedroom?" you giggled before kissing his lips once again, both of you enjoying it until you pulled away. "you absolute tease."
↳ 𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚄𝚂: you are the "empress" of the Onychinus (wc. 1,500)
in the N109 Zone, you were known as the empress, the ruler of the lands that owned to the name, every what3worfs that landed in the N109 Zone was reported back to you. any trouble was given to your office, which laid in another important person's presence. you were known for your intimidating aura, and for your mysterious appearance to nearly everyone that even approached you. there's been times where people would submit just at the sound of your dismissal to anything that they said.
this lead to a particular leader of the organisation — that you have had to work with — starting to become more aware of this 'mysterious' woman that ran around the place like a fly to another. rumours came around that you were finally coming down to the huge auction that was taking place in the new week or so. so he took action, and that man was the one and only sylus. this meant that he'd definitely be there for that particularly night.
you've heard of sylus due to the impact he has on the N109 Zone, nearly everyone was scared of him. just nearly. and the amount of times you are called the 'King and Queen' of the N109 Zone was infuriatingly high, which made you even more determined to find out who this man really was.
"kyle!" you yelled out for your fashion designer, who came into the room with a confusion look before it turned to one of confidence. his hands hovering over the dress that you wore— red, silk material dripping down your body, shaping your curves and complimenting your brown skin. the v-line was decorated in feathers along with a ruby in the middle which connected the 'V'. "ooooo, look at you, my girl!" he cheered on, fascinated at the way it worked out while you rolled your eyes. "mhm, yeah yeah, i need you for a second."
"sure thing, what's up?" he spoke quietly, "did a string come out? does it feel uncomfortable?" you let out a scoff and a laugh before looking at the back in the mirror. "no no, i was just wondering how this...brooch is supposed to be placed on the dress. normally it's on the v-like but it's decorated enough and there's no space." you explained in a confused manner, putting the brooch in between your index finger and thumb.
this brooch had been delivered to you a day or two ago, the address or the sender was anonymous so you had it checked to be anything harmful or offensive to have in your profession. but you had a good feeling on who it was. "oh!" kyle replied, "i'd say that..." he gently removed the ruby before replacing it with the brooch, instead putting the ring on a hair lip and placing it on your bun with professionalism. "there we go! gorgeous as always." you thanked him before grabbing your fancy bag and calling up the guards and your driver.
meanwhile, sylus was waiting on top of the building, waiting to see where you'd emerged from. mephisto stood placed his broad shoulder, just twitching his head and making small sounds before sylus glared at him with the intention of shutting him up. his head turned back as he took a deep breath—
CAWWWWKKK!— "be quiet." the bird yelled even louder before finally shutting up, sylus pinching the skin in the bridge of his rideable nose. stress already colouring his face due to the mechanical crow who loves to torment this man. but he was finally taken out of that stage when he saw a few cars surrounding a tinted mysterious car that was in the middle.
they parked on the side of the road, the security guards coming out to secure the car before the door opened, your figure slowly appearing calm of the car. his heart fluttered nearly instantly as you made your way inside, talking to yourself as you fixed your dress. the auction nearly went completely silent as you entered, your face neutral as you moved around the auction with precision and curiosity.
"hello, your highness." a young man came to you, formally dressed and spoken as he addressed you with such a tittle. you laughed, "oh please, just call me by my name." despite the love for the fame and powr, you hated when people acted like you were the head of the world. at the end of the day, you two bleed the same and are all connected somehow. he nodded before calling you by your name, "would you like to be interested in our most recent additions to our place?"
with a hum, you nodded, implying for the boy to start walking and showing you the way. he led you to a place that was surrounded by citizens, all of them making way whilst also admiring the protocols that stood in the centre of the room. it was red in colour, a black and crimson mist swirling around it. the diamond shape made it seem so cute and rich in wealth but you just shrugged.
"is there anything more...high quality?" you asked with a slight disinterest in this current auction show, the man feeling a little upset that you didn't enjoy it. "well, there is one more..." that same boy led you to the VIP section, a large circled glass contained the powerful protocore inside of it, despite it's small size. but yet again, that black and red mist was surrounding it like magic. and one thing clicked in your head straight away.
your suspicions were correct as the protocore disappeared in your own eyes as a presence came behind you. that must gently touched the brooch. "so you've arrived?" you clicked your fingers as you turned around, instantly faced with a hard chest, your hand went out to push him back a little. your body leaning back as you stared up at that face, finally seeing him in his glory and this up close. "sylus."
your eyes looked at him up and down as he did the same before his hands slipped around your waist pulling you back in. "my oh my, who knew that the empress would be in such a low in quality auction place?" he spoke with a big ego, you could taste it in his cologne— and that exactly cologne made your eyebrow rise, it smelt good. yet to make yourself more professional, you spoke with the same confidence. "who knew that the one and only leader of Onychinus would be at that same auction?"
he let out deep chuckle, a chuckle that could cause sun earthquake if loud wenoufh. the sound waves tickling your spine. "how cute," his hand traced your cheeks. "but i think you'd look even cuter with your sweet little self in my base." you replied with a roll of your eyes before you felt yourself being pulled by an unexplainable force, your bodies even closer as he lowered to one knee. "what do you think you're doing?" he wrapped an arm at the back of your legs before standing up, your body perched on his shoulder as you let out a small yelp. "you absolute—" he lifted you higher with a shift of his hip, you let out a small gasp before walking out of the VIP section and near the door.
he stood in the middle of the auction talking to your security guard "me and my empress are leaving, so all of you go home." with a nod, the security guards all went back to their cars and took off to your house once again. "sylus," you called out as he started to walk out of the room, and outside where he called down to someone. or...something.
you saw how a cow rested on his other shoulder, you exclaimed. "what the fuck?!" he laughed at your reaction before explaining, "this is mephisto, my little...pet. he'll like having a new friend." you scoffed, instantly realising what he was implying. "oh you arsehole." his hand grasped your thigh before he sighed.
"there'll be a change of...atmosphere for a split second. so brace yourself, empress." he warned, making your body tense up before you felt it. the feeling of instantly speed for a nanosecond before he magically ended up in a crimson and black room, the feeling nearly making you sick. "oh...my—" he let you down before you suddenly held your mouth, his eyebrow rose.
"let's go to the bathroom," he spoke with a soft tone before leading you to his large bathroom to puke out your guts. his hand holding your hair back as the other rubbed your back gently, "if you can speak, confirm it." you took a deep breathe before glaring at him, "confirm what?"
his lips kissed your cheek, a hand patting your head as he wiped your mouth a little with a folded tissue, "am i officially the emperor of the N109 Zone?" with a giggle and a cough, you replied with a relaxed tone. "of course you stupid—"
"ah ah ah, no insulting your emperor."
"um? pardon you, i was the ruler first. know your place." "yes ma'am."
finally! i've posted! glad to see that i'm back in writing after a while, sylus was supposed to only be 900 words but look at that. thank for reading, hotties!
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hello, i'm kayla! nice to meet you and welcome to my blog. here i am a former tumblr writer, coming from a history of wattpad writing 💕 there's will be tags for anything offensive and warnings on every story i make. tread lightly!! i am an adult , so i will be writing smut every good story or two!!
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dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments
featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader
(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?
rafayel
a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed.
hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).
“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”
“...you have cats?”
“yeah. 3.”
“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”
chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..
he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas.
over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market)
cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once??
pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)
lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you.
“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?”
he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone.
“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.”
with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh.
“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?”
he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate.
“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.
“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.
“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?”
“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent.
“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.”
you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck.
“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?”
he smiles. “with flying colors.”
xavier
chronic napper. (yapper?)
has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)
his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him.
lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.
“am i not already.. living with you?”
“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”
“yeah..?”
is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease.
xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir.
“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone.
“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes.
“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him.
“can i get a pretty please in this economy?”
xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom.
“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!”
he nips at your neck.
“bedtime. now.”
zayne
3 years older than you
he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much
“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend
cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)
you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)
no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car.
“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”
“huh? no, we live together.”
“you WHAT???”
he’s a virgo……. erm……
the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.
you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend.
“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you.
“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.”
you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!”
zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place.
“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car.
the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine.
“drink up. doctor’s orders.”
you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips.
“thank you for waiting for me.”
dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments
featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader
(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?
rafayel
a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed.
hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).
“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”
“...you have cats?”
“yeah. 3.”
“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”
chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..
he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas.
over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market)
cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once??
pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)
lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you.
“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?”
he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone.
“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.”
with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh.
“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?”
he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate.
“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.
“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.
“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?”
“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent.
“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.”
you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck.
“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?”
he smiles. “with flying colors.”
xavier
chronic napper. (yapper?)
has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)
his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him.
lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.
“am i not already.. living with you?”
“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”
“yeah..?”
is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease.
xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir.
“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone.
“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes.
“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him.
“can i get a pretty please in this economy?”
xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom.
“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!”
he nips at your neck.
“bedtime. now.”
zayne
3 years older than you
he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much
“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend
cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)
you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)
no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car.
“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”
“huh? no, we live together.”
“you WHAT???”
he’s a virgo……. erm……
the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.
you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend.
“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you.
“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.”
you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!”
zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place.
“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car.
the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine.
“drink up. doctor’s orders.”
you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips.
“thank you for waiting for me.”
Zayne: Starry Nocturne
After relistening to one of Zayne's Tender Moments, I have a few observations/headcanons about our beloved Dr:
TW: angst, mentions of death, nsfw implication
He's only serious when talking about work; even though he pretends to brush off ridiculous things you say, he really is listening and hanging on to every word.
Starry Nocturne seems to happen early on in your reconnecting, so I do not believe you and him are dating quite yet, but there is heavy interest in doing so
Zayne is the type of person to drop everything to make sure that you are well-fed and healthy - knowing that you made a list of food options for dinner warms his icy, stoic heart
He lowkey doesn't like the idea of you staying up and waiting for him. As a Hunter, he knows you work insane hours and wants you to get as much sleep as you need to function. You staying up to wait for him either in the friend-stage or in the romantic-stage worries him a bit. He knows he can go without some hours of sleep, but he doesn't want you to experience the same thing
You're literally like the only person he will listen to, no questions asked. Okay, technically, he will ask questions, but deep down he's going to say yes anyway. He just really likes playing cat-and-mouse with you. He appreciates when you can play along
Like he did in Starry Nocturne, early on in your relationship/friendship, Zayne will not be super direct about wanting to meet up with you. He wants you to be in control and for you to manage what you are comfortable with rather than feeling like he is telling you what to do. While he wants to do that in other settings - in your day-to-day, he's all about your comfort. Especially since you can't remember your past lives - he doesn't want to come off as too pushy
He is obviously super invested in Evol medecine and losing a patient to an Evol disorder is the most heartbreaking thing to happen to him at work because it always makes him think of you. He fears that one day, he will lose you on the operating table.
thank you @jirelle for encouraging this post, hope you enjoy x
Zayne: Sweet Conspiracy
Headcanons from Sweet Conspiracy:
He covers you with his coat when he sees the blood to hide it, but also as an excuse to get close to you to assess any injuries. He knows the blood isn't from you or you would have been in more visible pain, but seeing you tainted with blood worries him sick. He sees enough blood and gore in his line of work, and he wishes he could protect you from the evils of the world
He walks to work when he needs to ground himself. He is constantly stressed at the hospital and we all know he takes very little time outside of work, unless you invite him out, of course. He likes walking with more than being alone, but he won't ever admit it out loud. You help him keep calm and give him a bit of positivity that he is often lacking.
He gave you the coat with the candies on purpose. He acts as if he didn't, but we know better. He likes knowing someone else shares his immense sweet tooth and likes to give you a bit of happiness wrapped in foil. (We know he always carries mints to share, but I definitely think he'd share other candies, especially if he knows you like them).
Seeing your post of his seal with the rainbow made him feel like he did in your past lives. He knows his curse and his fate, so he will savor any precious moments with you that he can. He dislikes that you thought he was poking fun at you a children and is happy his adoration can be seen now, even if you see it platonically.
Zayne is still not wanting to push your relationship any further than what you are comfortable. You've only been reunited for the past year-ish maybe or so (given that MC sees Dr. Zayne 6 months prior to the game's story beginning), and he wants to slowly make up for the lost time. He wishes that you guys could have continued growin up together and could have seen each other through school.
He loves when you tell him about your life. Yes, he comes off as stoic and nonchalant, but at the end of the day, when he's home, he fondly thinks of all the happy things you tell him.
He just wants to see you happy in any way that he can, whether that is with company or sweets.
Zayne: Heartstring Healer
TW: smut, 18+, jealousy, dom!Zayne, sub!MC,
Jealous!Dom!Zayne Headcanons:
Zayne's medical lectures are very important to him, of course, but seeing you at the lecture completely threw him off - for a few reasons, in fact
Firstly, Zayne's whole purpose of getting into Evol medecine as a cardiac surgeon was because of you. He'll never tell anyone, but seeing you made him flustered. He's passionate about his work but seeing the sole reason for his work makes it more personal than he likes. He wants his feelings out of work, but deep down, you're his motivaion for such a rigorous profession
He doesn't look at you during the lecture so he doesn't trip up. He has a public persona to maintain and you are the one person that always makes him trip up, but that doesn't mean he wasn't side-eyeing you from time to time. Due to his many years of loving you from afar, he has mastered looking at you when you don't notice. Hence, why he knew that guy was talking to you during the lecture.
That really made his blood boil. You're his. Not in a you're-an-object-and-have-no-autonomy way but more of a you're-his-best-friend-and-he's-literally-a-surgeon-to-try-and-stop-you-from-continuously-dying-way. He knows loving you is wrong, but he doesn't want to be right.
He loves playing cat-and-mouse with you. Zayne is definiely the type to let you think you have the upper-hand, but you don't. He knows how to chase you and take you by surprise.
Pulling you into his temporary office at the university made him incredibly horny. He loves having you close and pressed up against him, breathless and confused. Of course, he would never do anything you aren't comfortable with, but he likes the game. He would never cause you harm that wasn't asked for
Him asking "Should I be?" when you ask him if he's upset that another guy was talking to you is so dom! Zayne coded
He knows you wouldn't cheat or flirt with anyone else, but a part of him needs that level of reassurance (dom drop is very real and he appreciates you reciprocating his affection)
He looooves when you act like a brat
It activates a part of him that he often suppresses
He's so genle with you, but he knows when to be rough
He wouldn' actually give any other girl any attention besides you, but seeing you a bit jealous gets him going. It makes him feel wanted
He knows he wasn't there for a good portion of your life ater you two went your separate ways, so him askin about your "other patients" comes from a deep, sincere part of himself. He may have tried once or twice to go out with another girl, but knowing about the thousands of lives you two lived together made everyone else seem subpar. But, knowing that you dont remember those lives, he truly would never hold it against you for having dated or "experimented" with other people.
Him saying "you'll be punished" shows how feral he is underneath his composure. He seems like the type of person to bend you over his lap when you "misbehave" and spanks you accordingly. He likely is the type to count out how many he gives you (or make you count them out as an extra layer of punishment)
Part of him wanted to do that in his office at the university for surprising him ( as a "funishment" rather than punishment) to get you riled up, but he knew it would be too much noise. He wouldn't want to embarass you in front of those who had the misfortune of passing by his door
That forehead press is 100% an action he reserves for you, in every life
He wants your closeness, sexual or not. to him, you are peace. You are the calm that he needs.
You guys fucked in that office, no one can change my mind
Before taking you on a walk ouside to see the cherry blossm, he made sure you rode him to completion- for both yours and his pleasure
Definitely let you come first. He's a pleasure dom through and through and would never put you in a compromising position without your permission and would never leave you hanging. He made sure to get as many orgasms from you as possible before finishing on your stomach (he's either a condoms guy or a pull-out method guy, I think in this case he was unprepared for your visit)
This is relatively far into your relatinship with him, hence why he's so willing to fuck in his office and tease you relentlessly, but he still sometimes struggles to be upfront with his emotions
He's used to suppressing them due to Astra, but you will always bring out his emotions, no matter how suppressed
Maybe it's his post nut clarity or the fact that he got to see you for the first time in 2 weeks, but he really wished you could stay.
He'd been wanting to leave this stupid work trip since day 1 and was hoping he could make it through
Really, he's just as lovesick as you
Dom!Zayne is desperate for you in the way that you practically help him breathe again. He misses your teasing and your humor and it is sometimes the only thing that keeps him from cracking under the pressure at work
You make him wonder how he went all those years without his shining light
Zayne: Surprise Encounter
Surprise Encounter Headcanons:
TW: mentions of death, medical conditions, angst
So I actually have a theory or two about this one, so bear with me
What if Zayne was the king who lost his wife to the heart condition?
Granted, this was meant to have aheppened in Ancient Egypt, but bear with me
What if one of Zayne and yours past lives was as Egyptian rulers? Maybe ones lost to history (thing Hapsepsut or Nefertiti who were only more recently accredited in history)
Or what if you were the queen and Zayne was a healer or servant for the king? He loved you, but for obvious reasons could not be upfront about it
He wanted to help the king save you, but couldn't
Or he was the king who drew himself mad trying to understand why you died
Or it could just be that this is a story so similar to yours that is captures Zayne's attention
Either he remembers this past life and how he did not have the medical knowledge or tools to save you and wants to learn from his past OR he's trying to take information from someone else's history to better understand yours
He's only brushing the surface of understanding Evol defects of the heart and the effects of core infusion to the heart, so either way, he wants to use this to better himself as a surgeon so he can ultimately save you
He's going against a literal god of the universe, but fuck it. He has seen you die a thousand times and for once, he wants to be able to stop it
Seeing you at the museum surprised hm, but delighted him nonetheless.
Offering to share his headphones was a bigger deal to him than he lets on, as he doesn't like sharing anything of his with others, but to you this was a friendly experience. He is okay with that.
He obviously doesn't sleep enough, hence him napping in a chair. What is rare, though, is him falling asleep in front of others. He likes to keep up his facade of being a put-together hard worker, but seeing you and being around you relaxed him so much, he couldn't help but feel the stresses from the past few days
He was a bit nervous about sharing his notebook with you, as he didn't know what you would think
Art students come in and draw exhibits at a museum as figure studies, but fewer people come in to draw an anatomically correct heart
Oh, how he wanted to tell you how many times in his life he has drawn a heart and all its individuals veins and arteries so that he can understand them. Understand his patients. Understand you. He wants to help anyone who comes under his medical care in any way possible
I still believe this in early on in your relationship, hence the lack of flirtiness on Zayne's part, but I think he is becoming a bit more comfortable with you at this point
He's letting you into his personal space: his earphones, his notebook, letting you tease him with his glasses, etc.
He wants more of these innocent moments, in any form he can have them
Zayne: Everlasting Snowdrop
Dom!Zayne Headcanons:
TW: implied smut-ish?, dominance, mentions of guns
Okayyyy, this is by far one of my favorite dates of Zaynes. He is so gentle dom! coded and I love it
When he's worried about you bringing a gun, it isn't because he doesn't think you can handle yourself - it's that for a moment he thinks you're becoming scared of the world around you. Wanderers are obviously an ever-present threat, but he wants you to feel safe, whether or not he is around
Finding out you just brought your fluffy lamb hat was a huge relief for him (and adorable in his eyes)
You're pretty much the only person that he would be attracted to in something as cute and fluffy. Usually, he would think that it's a bit childish, but it fits you perfectly
He's such an encourager!
OMG this man...let me tell you - if he's that encouraging in public when you're pretty bad at something...can you imagine how much better he'd be with something you are good at?
He steals your hat as a part of his game. He wants to poke and prod at you to get a reaction. If he actually thinks you're annoyed or upset, he'll stop. He only means it lightheartedly
Going snowboarding is farther into your friendship, hence his willingness to help you, but he is definitely starting to come to terms with the fact that he wants your relationship to be more
Why else would he cut your steak for you? Idk if he's necessarily a daddy!dom, but I could see him with some sort of little or just a partner he calls baby
Zayne is the type of romantic that wants your life to be as easy as possible - you may see these things and grand gestures, but to Zayne, these are second nature
He loves you. He wants to take care of you. He feels no obligation to do so, only an overhwhelmingly happy desire to
I read somewhere that Zayne's tie is a metaphor for his composure (I really want to try to find the post again, if anyone knows please help, I want to give this absolute genius credit) and him loosening it is him letting loose, yes, but he's also putting away his facade some.
He wants your relationship to be an honest one, platonic or romantic, and he wants to be better and revealing parts of himself
He's a doctor, so he really doesn't like seeing anyone hurt, but when it's you, someone he cares about? That's gut-wrenching for him
your bruise definitely wasn't that bad, but it made him think of all the worst injuries you've had and could have due to being a Hunter, him icing it was for your comfort, but also his ease of mind
He wants to be your caretaker - not in the sense that you can't take care of yourself (he's very proud of you for being able to), but Zayne is the type of person that doesn't feel he is doing the most he can if he isn't needed
With all the lives he has lived and the tragedies he has seen you go through in your lives, he wants to be a caretaker so that he can feel like it is helping to change your fate
Zayne: Glittering Lights
SoftDom!Zayne Headcanons:
TW: swearing, dom/sub mention
He definitely walked into the cafe on purpose, knowing you were alone
Yes, he poked fun at you for it, but it wasn't out of pity that he sat with you
He hates the thought of you being lonely and wanted to join you to remedy that (it was also an excuse to check in on you without seeming too invested)
THIS MAN knows your eyes narrow when you're pretending to be happy...THIS MAN pays attention to every detail of you
not in a weird, creepy way, but in a "he cares" way - he knows when you put up a facade for the sake of others and he wants you to be honest and open with him always, even if he doesn't like what you have to say
I don't necessarily think you guys are dating just yet at this point, but Zayne is definitely putting his foot out there
Calling you out for lying? This man's dom foot is halfway into your door - he wants you to be honest, as I've said, and he wants to offer you comfort
Whether friends or dating. Zayne will always want you walk you home
He's seen you fight, he knows you can handle your own but he knows how scummy the world is and would rather not let a young, maritally single female (who just so happens to be his friend) out alone at night. Don't argue with him on it either, he's gonna walk you home anyway
He appreciates any odd conversation starters you bring up
Many people give up on trying to break past his cold demeanor, so in a way, he appreciates that you always try with him. It makes him feel like he matters
He shares that he has overworked himself in the past as a way to open up to you. He wants you to learn from his mistakes so he doesn't see you run yourself ragged. He's definitely the type of doctor that would start prescribing sleeping pills to regulate your schedule if he realized you've fucked it up with overworking. He would probably write a note saying you needed to be on work restrictions (probably designated to office work only) until further notice. He knows how valuable work can be, but he also knows what the body needs is more important
You weren't "too noisy" at the hospital...yes, you talk significantly more than him, but he hates seeing you come in. As your physician, he knows that when he sees your name on his list of appointments, it's bad. Seeing you hurt makes him hurt. He's already worried about your heart on a daily basis, he doesn't want to have to worry about anything else (he will anyway)
He doesn't pull you by the collar hard, but just enough to keep you in place
His more "dom" side, I suppose I would say, comes out when he wants to keep you close. Especially, at a time like this when you're cold and unprepared for the weather. Truthfully, he would've just given you the umbrella and let himself freeze, but he knew you would've just given it back. He just wants you to be comfortable
The minute or so you were gone getting the latte scared the shit out of him
He loves your random gestures, they make him feel wanted, but for half a second he thought you'd been kidnapped or you'd fallen somewhere and he hadn't seen. He doesn't blame you for going off and doing things, he just puts it on himself to stay on guard and feels guilty when he doesn't pay attention
CAT AND MOUSE was invented by this man
He likes the chase, he like the teasing
He's not overtly emotional, but when he's feeling playful, you know
He likes using his height ot his advantage "to see you frustrated"...
he would never do anything that actually pisses you off, he respects your boundaries, but he does like games
Kitty Cards are fun, but seeing you trying to get something raised a foot above you or trying to get out of his grasp when he has a hold of your coat sleeve is honestly funny to him
He likes the chase and he likes to keep you on your toes
Zayne's favorite thing about it is seeing the smile it brings to your face
Zayne: Dawn's Shadows
Dom!Bf!Zayne Headcanons:
TW: smut, swearing, dominance
He's a bit of a hypocrite
if you were injured like him, he'd be all over you, examining everything: pulse, breathing, vision, etc.
But when it's him? He's like "nah, I'm good"
It warms his heart to know you worry about him the way he worries about you, but he kinda feels bad for having made you feel that way (this man has a lot of guilt, but like I wouldn't hold it against him)
Zayne wants to always be seen in pristine condition, he has a bit of difficulty showing weaker sides of himself
You're like the only person to ever live that he will let get up in his space
Truthfully, he doesn't mind, it gives him an excuse to have contact with you
He believes worrying about him is a waste of your time (it isn't), as if he doesn't spend every waking hour of his life worrying about you or checking up on you
He tries not to be annoying with it, but being your boyfriend AND doctor is like a double whammy on his part
He appreciates when you try to make him comfortable
You seem to emulate a lot of what he does for you (ex. examining his hands to see any scars, scrapes, and bruises) and don't think he doesn't notice
It makes him feel like he does something right
When you play doctor for him, it's amusing
He knows you only know basics, but he finds it cute when you try to take care of him (he will definitely wrestle trying to get up if it means you'll try to pin him down) - he really just likes any reason to be as close to you as possible
He loves reading with you or reading to you
He finds it to be a romantic bonding activity
He likes when you try to get his attention
Sometimes he likes to see how long he can hold off before he finally caves in to your wishes
He struggles to say no to you, you're his baby, his princess, and in his mind, you should be given the world
He wants to understand your work life, he's only aware of the aftereffects of your missions when you come in injured (which scares the hell out of him), but he wants to know what you know
He wants to understand your interests and be involved, even if he doesn't understand the appeal of fighting
Pulling you onto his lap is like his default move
anytime you act like a brat, into his lap you go
sometimes it's for a playful spanking, but most of the time it's to keep you still for a moment
He knows exactly what using himself as payment means
When you guys get back from your respective duties he wants to fuuuuuck
during a "checkup", he'll let you call most of the shots and give you the illusion that you're in control
but let's be real, he never truly relinquinshes all control
he always has his hands on your hips to control your speed and rhythm or he has one arm in his hand to move you around when he sees fit
He feels bad that you two can't be with each other as often as you'd like and loves any time spent with you at all
but let's be honest, any sexual being is gonna wanna have sex with Zayne (not any, just a hyperbole) - man knows what he's doing XD
but, of course, no is still an answer
if you suddenly decide you're not in the mood, he's off of you and getting you water and your clothes and a warm blanket
as long as you're happy and comfortable, he's happy
Zayne: Spring Remnants
Doting!Boyfriend! Zayne Headcanons:
Zayne is the type of boyfriend to never let you carry heavy things
He knows you do it for work, but if he can make your life any easier, he will
He comments that you are the sheep because he sees you as an innocent in a cruel world, something adorable to be protected
Not to infanitlize you, you're just the most precious and happy thing to ever happen to him
He secretly likes coloring - if it's something you enjoy (like I do), he'd keep stuff in his apartment for you for when you come over
you prefer colored pencils? he buys you prismacolors or prismacolor adjacent. You like mandalas? He has a set of madala coloring books next to his medical journals on his coffee table
Honestly, he's the type to cater to any hobby you have
He enjoys going to the arcade with you, so a hobby like knitting, sewing, painting, etc. is endearing to him because he gets to see you relaxed and happy
Zayne really worries he doesn't make an impact on his patients
Seeing himself in the children's drawings makes him feel proud in a way, especially when you compliment him - your approval means the most
You're like the sun for him because you brighten up his everyday
He could be having the worst day possible and now you've come to his work to eat lunch with him? That man wants to put a ring on it then and there and not work for the rest of the day
Even when he's busy and he has to leave for meetings and surgeries, it still warms his heart that you even care enough to show up - especially when you fall asleep at the hospital trying to wait up for him
After that first incident where he carried you into his office after falling asleep, he now keeps a blanket and a plush pillow in there for you. When you get more serious into dating, he has an open door policy for you - if you really aren't going to leave the hospital until he does, at least get comfortable sleep on his couch
He calls your fun childish to your face, but deep down he appreciates that you can still see the good in everything
He loves kids
He may not want any for himself, but he loves being around them and helping them so peeling fruit for them in a no-brainer to him
Zayne would 100% pass the orange-peel theory
He wants to make your life easier and if he can peel your fruit for you and save the hassle, why wouldn't he? If you're at his place or vice versa and you pick up fruit like an apple or an orange, literally just hand it to him and he'll grab a knife faster than you can blink
He is a man of few words, but loves to show love through his actions
He's a doctor, so he's obviously concerned about your health
Will suggest foods to you based on your needs
You have a long shift at the office or have to go on a big hunt? He'll offer dishes high in protein and carbs for you to have energy and strength. Hungover? He's researched the best remedies and will give you a list. Dehydrated? While you probably won't admit it, Zayne isn't dumb. Apples, watermelon, citrus, etc. are on his list as well as celery (you can always deny, dislike something. As he gets to know you more in this lifetime, he will give you suggestions based on your preferences)
He looooooves to make you blush
You find it embarassing at times, but he knows not to go too far
he likes to see your cheeks grow red and know he's the cause of it
He'll take any excuse to see you smile
Dr. Zayne's Apartment
So, I know there isn't much shown of Zayne's apartment in Love and Deepspace as of yet, but there are a couple snippets shown that interest me!
Thank you reddit for supplying the images and the idea to make these headcanons!
OKAY, SO
we know Zayne is a simple guy
let's be honest, he more than likely lives in the office than his actual residence
so I think his minimalism reflects that a bit. In his office we can see work piles put in order but it still looks more lived in
it definitely does now that you go in there and nap on the couch (he always makes sure there is a blanket and a pillow)
but his actual apartment is very clean, sterile, honestly
he knows how to decorate, he just doesn't
he's a doctor...the man has $$$, so you know he has some very expenive items in his apartment
he prefers to spend time at your place because he finds it homey, but on the occasion you guys do spend time at his place, he moves things around
he won't admit it, but when he is anticipating your arrival, he does more around the place
it's no longer just work , sleep, and repeat
he gets out the wine glasses he bought 2 years ago and hasn't used
he cooks that recipe he's had tabbed for months
he lays a blanket for when you inevitably get cold
Zayne is the type to really make an effort to make you comfortable
He knows it's not your home (yet *wink*), but he wants to create a comforting environment
to him, his apartment is a place that he goes when he's not at work
to you, it's a home away from home
and he wants it to be that way
he'll decorate for the holidays if you say his place is too dreary
he'll take your opinion into account if you say he should get flowers to liven up the dining area
he definitely has plants, but he's more fond of Monsteras and and Jasmine, but if you say peonies would be a nice addition, he's running to the florist immediately
his place is very high class and fancy due to his financial situation, but he always wants it to be a place you feel like coming to
he wants it to be a space where you know that you can use the spare key he gave you and come in to crash after a mission
sleep on the couch or the bed, eat the food he's prepared - just take care of yourself
even if that means coming into his space to feel safe enough to do so