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hello hello if your requests are still open can i have a zayne and nonMC reader who is a veterinarian? a meet cute would be nice if you're down to writing it! hehe thank you!!!!

Clopidogrel was sick, and Zayne was more worried than he’d like to admit.

He knew it was ridiculous. It was ridiculous to name the squirrel outside his office window at Akso. It was ridiculous to feed said squirrel. It was ridiculous to talk to that squirrel on slow days at the hospital when Zayne’s thoughts consumed him and he had to get them out to someone.

Zayne should never have gotten attached.

But here he was, halfway out the window looking for Clopidogrel in his nest. The squirrel in question was huddled in a corner, visibly trembling and less energetic than Zayne had ever seen him.

Cursing himself for honestly entertaining this, Zayne scooped the little squirrel up, tucking him into his doctor’s coat. Zayne had the next hour off as break, he noted, checking the time.

Off to the veterinarian it is.

Zayne has never felt so laughable as he did walking through the streets of Linkon with a squirrel cradled against his chest. Clopidogrel wasn’t shaking so much, though, so Zayne couldn’t really complain.

The closest veterinarian’s office was, conveniently, just a couple streets down from Akso Hospital. Zayne checked in swiftly, admitting a sick squirrel under the name Clopidogrel (“Yes, that’s C-L-O…”) before taking a seat across from an unruly Lakeland Terrier.

The exam room of the office wasn’t much different, but Zayne busied himself with an article on penguin’s mating tactics while Clopidogrel was taken to the back. Before long, Zayne was met with the smiling face of the resident veterinarian.

“Hi! Doctor Li, is it?”

“That’s right.” Zayne nodded, watching your face.

It wasn’t very appropriate to be finding the veterinarian attractive, but then, Zayne supposed he was breaking a lot of his own expectations recently.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that Clopidogrel will make a quick recovery!” You grinned. “He’s got leptospirosis, which explains the flu-like symptoms, but we should be able to get him up and healthy soon,” you explained.

“I’m glad he’ll be alright,” he said stiffly.

“Are you… interested in penguins?” you asked, pointing towards the article in his hand.

Zayne looked down at his hand, tips of his ears flushing a faint red. “Ah… yes, I am.”

You smiled again, so bright and full Zayne thought his heart might stop. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so overwhelmed, so self-conscious of himself.

He felt like a little schoolboy with his crush, a life he hadn’t been able to indulge.

“So am I!” you chirped. “Maybe we could talk sometime!” You paused, suddenly aware of how you sounded. “You know, whenever you’re here with Clopidogrel.”

“I’d like that.” Zayne gave you his first genuine smile, and you thought you might melt on the spot. Although, to be fair, Zayne thought he might, too.

“Great! I’ll see you soon, then?” you offered.

“You will,” Zayne confirmed, unable to fight the warm smile on his face.

Stepping out of the vet’s office, Clopidogrel in tow, Zayne caught sight of a remarkably smooth pebble in the dirt. Stooping to pick it up, he smiled as he rolled it around in his hand.

Maybe going to the veterinarian wouldn’t be so bad.

this was such a cute idea!!! they’re two awkward little babies omg i want to push them together like dolls and make them kiss 😭 i hope you liked this, i know it might not be what you were thinking but i still think its cute!

(it crossed my mind that you could have a snow crow meet cute where zayne is taking clopidogrel to the vet while sylus is taking in a kitten he found nearby, and then the kitten chases clopidogrel around ahhhh it’d be cute i swear) (idk why i’ve had snow crow on the mind recently)

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[snowypi]

wrote another raf fic its been catching dust but its so like niche ish lowkey idk if i should post it soon

soft spot | RAFAYEL from lads

pairing: partner!rafayel x reader summary: you adore rafayel’s yapaholic tendencies. he melts in your praise. tags: fluff, flustered rafayel, cuteness aggression-ish,makeout sesh prelude, hes REALLy flustered, teasing reader, playful duo, uh oh angy rafayel a/n: forever a water and ice girlie guess i just b pisces like that ‼️ PLUS i really do think rafayel's the type to tell you like, every detail of his day whether it's through text or when you're over at his studio. he loves to be in your presence. also we're ignoring the use of a livingroom AGAIN (sorry) here. rafayel gives me cuteness aggression although we weren't aggressive at ALL in this one. might save that for caleb. anyways!!! thank you sm for the notes it means sm to me!!!! i havent written online in so long but im glad to be back.

Rafayel talks too much.

Your gaze is locked on his lips. His mouth is always working overtime, you think– rambles upon rambles on the newest material he found for paint– the absolute perfect shade of lilac, the shallow cut on his thumb that hurt oh-so-much, snippets of his time with the little crabs on Whitesand Bay, complaints on how you were late by 2 minutes and 28 seconds to meet him today– oh, what didn’t he tell you about? A grin made its way on your face. You really loved it. You really loved him.

You watch as Rafayel’s lips press into a thin line. He probably raised an eyebrow too.

“Are you even listening, miss bodyguard?”

“Hm?” you mumble, still adorning that stupid grin. 

Rafayel snickers as he follows your gaze. He knows exactly what you’re looking at.

“Someone’s distracted.” He smirks, leaning closer.

You tilt your head playfully. “Nuh uh, keep going fishie. My cute little fishie. My cutest favouritest little fishie-” you suddenly coo, eyes curving into crescents as you raise your hands to squish his cheeks. Your grin grows wider as you spot Rafeyel’s ears flushing a bright crimson. “You’re so cute. I just wanna smooch your face all over,” you whisper, nuzzling into him.

He freezes. His sunset eyes are wide and boring into yours as you give him a lil' kiss on his nose– faces so close your lashes tickle his cheekbones. Relaxing your hands, you slide your palms down to cup his jaw instead.

Rafayel stays still. He swears he can hear his heart pounding; goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch and the heat on his cheeks is getting impossibly warm. He parts his lips–

“Glub glub?” you tease. 

– and immediately closes them.

Rafayel’s brows furrow and he crosses his arms across his chest; furiously blushing and all. You giggle. He pouts, turning his face to the other side with an exaggerated “Hmph!” as you scoot closer to him on the couch.

“You were not listening!” he fumes in protest. His eyes flit to the sofa's handle, the open windows, the empty cups of tea on the low table– anything but your intent eyes. “And," he pauses, sighing dramatically– "there’s so much more I wanted to say but now I forgot everything…” He sulks, pouting even more. 

You kiss his cheek. “You were talking ‘bout the crabs, sweetie.”

"That's all you heard?!" 

You unfold his stubborn arms with a little hum as you lean over to press your lips on his other cheek. "You were also telling me about the cut on your thumb. Does it hurt? Want me to kiss it better?" 

With a lopsided smile, you glide your fingers along the side of his jaw before cupping his chin and gently turning his face to yours. 

Rafayel huffs.

"Ugh. Fine. Maybe."

"Maybe?" You feign hurt and pull yourself away from him, eyes sparkling with mirth. He quickly grabs your waist, pulling you back onto your spot beside him. He needed you closer.

"Yes! Yes.” His voice lowers. “Whatever." 

You grin. He avoids your gaze, but you feel his warm hands slide over your hips as he pulls you onto his lap. The pads of his thumbs circle your lower back as you settle down comfortably; thighs on either side of his body. Chest flush against his, the purple head of hair you loved so much to mess up tucked right under your chin. You let out a soft gasp as he nuzzles up the length of your neck, brushing his lips along your jaw. Heat spreads across your face. You feel him shift.

Rafayel looks up at you.

The evening light casts him in a gentle glow; the exposed skin from his shirt emitting a radiance akin to the shores of Whitesand Bay. Serene flames dance in his eyes as he holds your gaze. The tips of his ears are a muted flush of pink now, his pout replaced with the softened smile you knew so well.

A hand snakes up the column of your throat to cup your jaw. He tenderly pulls you down, leaving only a breath of space in between. His eyes hold a magnetic intensity that leaves you quiet. Waiting.

Rafayel tilts his head, brushing his nose against your cheekbone. You bite your lip. His gaze shifts to it, his thumb gently pressing down on the plushness. Eyes back on yours, he whispers.

"Kiss it better then, cutie."

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[snowypi]

YO I WAS THINKGIN BOUT THIS THEORY AND THE STRONGER ZAYNE'S FEELINGS FOR MC GROW THE MORE HIS EVOL GOES OUT OF CONTROL AND AND MAIN STORY HE LOST IT. HE LOST IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLL keep thinking zayne's our endgame. can't get it out of my head. in zayne's lives he did everything so present-day zayne could be with mc. fuck fuck ufck im sick. fuck this is so sad. infold spare me

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NO BC ZAYNE IS ALWAYS THERE HE'S AAAAALWAYS THERE LIKE AFTER EVERY HORRIFYING EXPERIENCE HE APPEARS caleb scared me shitless and omg HI ZAYNE and everything was fine again. then the n109 zone. THE SCARF. THE LAST CHAPTER>???? DAWNBREAKER??? WE HAVE ALL THE PASSWORDS OF HIS HOME???? he is home.

(( main story update ))

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WITH YIU

thinking about sleeping together with zayne all cozy under the sheets, legs strewn across each other, and both your arms wrapped around your bodies. he would trail his fingers underneath your shirt and lightly scratch your back to slumber while you would thread yours through his hair and gently massage his scalp altogether.

you would find him nuzzling closer to your warmth and pressing a kiss to your hair before whispering a soft “good night, dear,” by your ear. in response, you would nestle closer to the crook of his neck and hum approvingly.

you wouldn’t hear it any longer but zayne would also end the night with a quiet praise in your skin, “i love you.”

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their story made me cry

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔

pairings: ex-husband!zayne x reader

a/n: I was inspired to write this while re-watching Fruits Basket and listening to Friends by Chase Atlantic on repeat, so sorryyy in advance for the rollercoaster of angst ahead. 🥲 Hope you’re ready to feel everything.

You don’t remember his name. Not anymore.  But sometimes… sometimes you still see him in your dreams.

A silhouette beneath starlight. Fingers brushing your cheek. A voice that says your name like it’s sacred. You wake up with tears on your face and no idea why.

And sometimes, when you pass a certain corridor at Akso Hospital , your chest tightens. Your steps falter. And your heart aches with a grief that has no memory.

Zayne sees you again for the first time in years.

You're walking alongside your friends, sunlight catching on the edges of your hair. You’re older now. Softer. You wear a navy jacket that doesn’t suit you, but maybe it does now. He doesn’t know anymore.

You walk past him like a stranger. Because that’s what he made you.

He never meant to fall in love with you. You were his best friend, the love of his life. Full of laughter, even on the days you worked yourself into exhaustion. You’d bring him coffee, tease his monotone voice, whenever he gave you that long-suffering sigh.

He never smiled for anyone else the way he did with you. And one day, without meaning to, you kissed him at the doorstep of his house, under the rainfall, just like you’d always imagined.

Just once, and the universe shifted.

But love, in his world, comes with consequences.

Zayne didn’t have enemies in the usual sense. No assassins. No conspiracies. Just Astra, the will that governs every life orbiting the colonies, fate itself deciding what must be forgotten. You were already married by then, your ring a quiet promise on his hand that he never once removed. 

To keep you alive… he had to make you forget. Everything. Your Love. The truth.  Him

You cried when he told you, grasped his coat, begged him not to take the memories. You said you’d rather die remembering him than live forgetting. He almost let you. But Zayne had always been the rational one.

He held you for hours as you cried, your wedding band warm against his palm when you pressed it into his hand. “Keep it,” you whispered, voice shaking. “If I can’t remember you, at least remember me.”

So he took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I love you.”

And then he wiped your memories clean.

Now you walk past him without a second glance. His throat tightens. His fingers twitch. He wants to reach for you, just to feel that warmth one more time. But he doesn’t. You stop for a second. Just a moment. Your brows knit like something tugs at the edge of your soul. You place a hand against your chest. Your eyes shimmer, confused. Heavy. You blink quickly and keep walking.

And Zayne… He doesn’t move. He watches you fade into the crowd, a memory made flesh, unreachable and perfect. He could call out. He could chase you down. He could tell you everything and damn the consequences. But he doesn't. Because love means protecting you, even if that means letting you go. Even if it breaks him every time you pass him like a ghost. Even if you'll never know what you meant.

You turn the corner and disappear.

And still, your chest hurts.

You don’t know why.

You don’t remember who he was.

But your heart whispers: Something is missing

A single tear slips from your eye.

And Zayne closes his, remembering the sound of your laugh in a room full of stars.

He remembers that last night, your hair tangled against his chest, your laugh muffled in his shirt, the way you whispered that you’d never felt safer. He remembers the way your hands trembled when you held him, as if you already knew it was ending. Your voice, raw and quiet in the dark, “Promise me we’ll be okay.”

He never answered. Because he couldn’t.

And now, as he watches you walk away, unaware of everything you were to each other, one thought claws through the emptiness between you. 

Though years have passed, he still wears his ring. And yours, gleaming and delicate, rests on a thin chain around his neck, hidden beneath his coat.

Then he turns away.

And walks into the quiet.

Alone.

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headcanon that girl dad! zayne definitely helps prepare his little sunshine in her school competitions—especially a spelling bee. during the day, you would widen your daughter’s vocabulary by reading to her new words and explaining it through examples and when your husband gets home, he quizzes her on the spelling!

and every time she gets a correct answer, she gets a bright blue stamp of a snowman on the back of her hand courtesy of zayne! she squeals in glee once zayne whips out the stamp and always politely says, “thank you, daddy!”

zayne only replies with a hum and says, “it’s for a brilliant little girl after all.”

she has gotten so many correct answers that both her arms are covered with cute snowman stamps that you will have troubles with washing them off the next day. (you both insist that she keeps them on for the night)

but whenever your daughter would make a mistake, zayne would never belittle her neither make her feel she was wrong. instead, he gently corrects her once she’s finished and she will always exclaim, “oh! silly me. daddy is so smart!”

zayne would always, always give her a peck to the forehead after.

and regardless whether your daughter won competitions or not, zayne would always take her out to ice cream and sit at the park bench while talking about the neighbor’s cute cat visiting your porch.

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IM WORKING ON REQUESTS yes but before that. apparently the raf x mc twirl underwater in lemurian sea god myth cards IS a real MATING DANCE????? FUCK IM SICK . IM SICK.

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One nightmare abt lumeria later

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🧍‍♂️i tried to convey A LOT in just a few words, i just hope they mean something to someone, but i basically played around with the words "I'll see you tomorrow". I say it a lot because majority of my social interactions are online (surprise surprise im a enormous introvert) and just knowing that my friends are around, online, doing stuff on discord, it makes me feel at ease.

Its the same on tumblr, honestly. People, mutuals or otherwise, are still people on the other side of the blog and just knowing that those people are posting, just existing in that space and posting about what they love, can help someone so anxious feel normal for a second, yknow?

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im gonna explode

Zayne as Redhood and Caleb as Nightwing AU

Caleb's face is so hard to draw, face card so lethal had to redo it multiple times 😭

[snowypi]

your dad!zayne drabbles are my favourite ❤️❤️❤️

headcanon that girl dad! zayne definitely helps prepare his little sunshine in her school competitions—especially a spelling bee. during the day, you would widen your daughter’s vocabulary by reading to her new words and explaining it through examples and when your husband gets home, he quizzes her on the spelling!

and every time she gets a correct answer, she gets a bright blue stamp of a snowman on the back of her hand courtesy of zayne! she squeals in glee once zayne whips out the stamp and always politely says, “thank you, daddy!”

zayne only replies with a hum and says, “it’s for a brilliant little girl after all.”

she has gotten so many correct answers that both her arms are covered with cute snowman stamps that you will have troubles with washing them off the next day. (you both insist that she keeps them on for the night)

but whenever your daughter would make a mistake, zayne would never belittle her neither make her feel she was wrong. instead, he gently corrects her once she’s finished and she will always exclaim, “oh! silly me. daddy is so smart!”

zayne would always, always give her a peck to the forehead after.

and regardless whether your daughter won competitions or not, zayne would always take her out to ice cream and sit at the park bench while talking about the neighbor’s cute cat visiting your porch.

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i wish the companions came w the dresses :(

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Good afternoon, Phi. I'm here with a Zayne request. May I request: MC pining after Zayne who's engaged to his long-time TCM practitioner girlfriend.

hi dearest!! i'm afraid i'm going to have to forgo this one :( MC with an engaged Zayne implies that they are still tied together through their past lives and Zayne's suppressed feelings. i can imagine that in this life he chose to 'settle' for his long-time TCM practitioner girlfriend because it's better than exposing MC to the danger that is himself-- his control, his evol, the fear that she will be torn away from him once more. the tcm girlfriend may have been someone who's always stuck around with him throughout med school, a home away from home he could rest at when the world became too dark and MC's warmth was too far. you'd find MC stealing glances in her checkups, heart sinking when she spots the ring on his finger. i can imagine MC never being able to hate the TCM fiance, because she's always so sweet and gentle and much like a perfect match for zayne. she'd probably give MC some free remedies or discounted services too whenever she felt like MC was pushing herself too hard. so MC would have to digest it all, a love that's all her own and a longing Zayne's eyes only reflect but never act on. i love angst, but this whole dynamic implies emotional cheating (which i will not be writing.) as Zayne + MC is NEVER one-sided. like. like i can LITERALLy see zayne just shattering at seeing MC shatter this man is DEVOTED and SO observant but knowing him he chose something he deemed a lesser evil. but i digress id be comfortable with a non-mc reader au though! i'm so sorry for not updating my rules yet. ill do it as soon as possible. have a great day and feel free to send other requests ^_^

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hes still here. what the fuck . 1 xavier jumpscare and refreshes to caleb its so over

tell me why caleb keeps appearing at destiny cafe when i have ALL the LIs selected. i miss raf. and zayne. especially raf. cmon caleb i love u but its been DAYS