#･:*˚: chat; zayne ✧｡

[ryescapades-archived]

꒰ ooc ? suggestive ꒱ doing this trend with your lads bf and seeing that split second of him faltering when he feels you squeezing your thighs around his hips mid-pull.

you'd almost think zayne was unaffected by it, but the slight pinch on his forehead and the faint grunt under his breath tell you otherwise. he finishes the workout and gently sets you down before turning away and adjusting himself lest you notice the tent growing in his pants.

you would've felt bad for disrupting the workout but the way xavier's chest stutters, clumsily fixing his grip on the horizontal bar above you had you bursting out a mini fit of giggles. though that doesn't go on for long, for the almost begging look on his face results in you nearly tripping over your own movement.

rafayel narrows his eyes as the two of you finish your pull-ups, his brain already thinking of ways to get back at you. there's lot of... methods, of course. one of them ends with you squeezing your thighs around him in a whole other scenario but for now, he'd have to settle with tickling you to oblivion, or something. he'll eventually get to that part of squeezing sooner or later anyway.

sylus raises a challenging brow at you. he returns his feet to the ground before engulfing your waist between his palms, legs still hooked over his tapered waist and deliberately adjusting you in his hold. you freeze, core brushing against his pelvis in a not-so-innocent way which earns you an amused glint in his crimson gaze.

caleb lets out a sudden laugh, raspy and breathless and half in disbelief. his biceps strain as he does another pull, with you following his motion. you expect him to do the next one as well, so you pull. but then he didn't. which causes you to unintentionally press harder against him, sliding along his hips in a salacious grind as he smirks victoriously at your flushed face.

[bluukive]

Brat Tamer!Zayne Thoughts (MDNI)

an - my mind is working OVERTIME with this concept. Shame I can't do the same with university. This is a little silly. I also have like one ex and he was the scummiest mf alive so this is totally based off of my imagination. Warning: probably cringe. If you saw the reblog version, no you didn't !

-sfw - He's definitely not one of those booktok alpha males that growl and hiss whenever you breathe god FORBID. He's the whole hand on your lower back, gently guides you sort of man for sure. Zayne's most definitely is on the quieter side, too, speaking to you in that low tone whilst he leans in closer to your face. He doesn't need to get loud in order for you to listen to him. I also think that he doesn't need to say much to get you to listen. Zayne's eye contact is enough to get your heart to go just a 'lil bit faster.

"Enough."

"Go on. Keep going."

"Hm? You want my attention?"

"You're pushing it, sweetheart."

"Do you really think I won't do anything?"

-nsfw - he knows how to use it. I could be talking about anything and everything and I'd STILL be correct. Zayne totally grabs your chin gently when you piss him off but it's firm enough to keep you in place, or maybe he's got a hand in your hair whilst you take him into your mouth too cus I said so. He's pretty expressive face-wise from what we've seen in the memories (I think) but I feel like he'd purposefully keep his face blank with ease when you pleasure him just to make you work harder to coax some yummy noises from him.

EYE CONTACT DURING FREAKY HOURS HELLO. He does this whilst dragging his warm hands down your body, too. Zayne's annoying and mocks you when you whine for him to do more. He gives you that slight twitch of the corner of his lips when the facade slips a little.

It just makes you want to sit on his face even more.

I don't think he'd deny you completely if you want to be eaten out, but Zayne would defintely control the pace regardless of whether you're on top or below. His hands stay on your hips, and as much as it pains him, he'll drag you off of his mouth when he's in the mood to correct your bratty behaviour

(uhm...mild manhandling goes brr) (+he's got one hand gently around your throat when he's rutting the head of his cock up against your clit instead of actually going inside 'cus he's a little mean. Like his ENTIRE cock is all cosy between your lips like a hotdog, sliding up and down or wtv. But he's not going in) (oh, and that man definitely knows how to choke the best out of all the LADS men. I think he's the most in tune with his partners anatomy.)

As for toys, idk. Maybe he'll whip out a stethoscope and check how much that cute pussy is throbbing for him. Jokes aside, no. I think he'd prefer to use his own body since he really values intimacy. Maybe. IDK I've been playing this game for like half a year. What do I know?

OOUUGHHH Zayne also makes you touch yourself as a little punishment and subtly degrades the way you can't even do it as well as he can. But most of all, this man loves consent can I make that clear. This is all consensual, and dude has a safeword ready and will NOT hesitate to stop if he hears it.

"You're not doing it right."

"Eyes on me. Watch what I do to you."

"Can't handle it? A shame. You know your safeword."

"Behave."

"Breathe."

Nothing I wrote here was coherent is this even remotely related to brat taming

[starmocha]

fly to you like birds do [Sylus/Reader ★ 2642 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus can't sleep A/N: I have no idea what happened. It was supposed to be just smut, but I guess we’re sandwiching the smut between some fluff instead. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was well past two in the morning when Sylus stepped out of the shower, water droplets still clinging to his hair. He dried himself and slipped on just a pair of simple burgundy pajamas bottom. There was a heat wave outside, and though the air conditioner was running inside his home, Sylus still felt restless. He returned to his room, still tensed, knowing sleep was not going to be in his favor tonight.

He stopped in his track when he heard his phone ringing. How peculiar, he thought, considering the time. Stepping closer to his bed, he saw your picture and name flashed up on the screen. Smiling, he answered, turning on the speaker:

“Is this my pretty little hunter calling me?”

There was a brief moment of awkward silence before he heard your voice: “I dialed by mistake.”

“I’m sure you did,” he responded cordially, humoring you in spite of seeing through the thinly-veiled fib. He placed the phone on the nightstand and climbed into bed under satin cover. The sound of your voice instantly calmed him, and he continued, “It’s two in the morning. Why are you still up?”

Silence followed his question again. Sylus frowned. “Hello?”

“I’m hanging up,” you declared, tone a pitch higher than intended, clearly embarrassed by this whole situation.

“Wait,” Sylus interrupted before you could end the call. He continued, “Don’t. Chat with me.”

“It’s two in the morning,” you echoed his earlier words back to him, “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I can’t sleep,” he admitted, and then with a sly grin, he continued, “Maybe you could help me.”

There were slight shuffling noises on your end before you answered, confused, “How?”

“We can chat until we’re tired,” he said, turning to his side to face the phone. “We can start with why you called me in the first place, and don’t bother trying to lie to me again.”

You sighed, knowing you were never good at hiding things, especially from him. You admitted softly, “I can’t sleep either.”

“And your first thought was to call me? I’m touched.” He laughed when he heard your flustered voice on the other end. “Alright, alright, calm down, I was only teasing.”

“I don’t appreciate it,” you grumbled.

“My apologies then. Won’t you forgive me, Miss Hunter?”

“I think not.”

He hummed softly in amusement at your defiance. “Perhaps you would feel better if you punish me then.”

“Eh?”

“I have clearly wronged you,” he said, voice tinged with humor, “it is only right that I should be punished for my misdeed.”

Sylus could hear you talking quietly to yourself, clearly contemplating his words. He laughed softly to himself as he stared at his phone, picturing you in your apartment flabbergasted by the direction of this phone call. “Alright, time’s up,” he spoke up to your shocked gasp, “I gave you plenty of time to think, so unless…”

“Meow for me.”

“Pardon?”

“Meow for me and I’ll forgive you.”

Sylus chuckled, confused. “Are you serious?” he shook his head and questioned you again, “You are asking the leader of Onychinus to…meow?”

“Uh huh,” you answered, this time pleased with yourself for reducing this powerful man to a state of utter bewilderment. “Please?”

He sighed. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he paused, and then he cleared his throat, “Meow.”

There was a pause. Sylus couldn’t hear anything other than the air conditioner running in his home, and just as he was about to check in on you, you spoke up with a squeal:

“You purred.”

“Is that not what cats do?”

“Well, yes. But. You purred.”

“We’ve established that already,” he said evenly, unsure of why this was making you so delighted. “Have I been forgiven?”

He smiled when he heard your giggle on the other end: “Yes, I’ve forgiven you.”

Sylus lay back down in bed, his eyes darting to the clock on his nightstand. He sighed. “It’s 2:35. Are you still restless?”

“Mm, yes,” you responded. “Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep now?”

“I can’t sleep,” he reminded you again. “Then let’s continue. How was your day?”

Sylus lay there, listening to you describe your day, unbothered when you took too many tangents to get to a very anticlimactic ending of a very mundane story. He occasionally chimed in, but for the most part, he was more interested in just hearing your voice, listening to the subtle changes in tone and picturing your expression as you retold your day. He barely noticed you were done speaking until you called out to him, asking him about his own day.

“My day? Normal,” he answered vaguely.

“That’s cryptic.”

“Indeed,” he agreed, and you knew that was all you were going to get out of him.

“Sylus?”

“What is it?”

“What are you wearing?”

Sylus once again paused, surprised by the question that came out of left field. Once he composed himself, he smirked and answered, “Pajamas bottom. Should I also describe the color and material as well?”

“Please do.”

Sylus laughed and shook his head. “Burgundy and cotton.”

“Ah.”

Sylus raised a brow. “Not that I am complaining about this change in topic, but care to explain yourself, sweetheart?”

“I was curious,” you admitted in half-truth, “If I can picture what you are wearing, it would be like you are next to me right now.”

“How cute,” he cooed, unaware that he was making you blush with his voice, “Then may I ask what you are wearing, my dear?”

“An oversized shirt.”

“How unsexy,” he answered, disappointed.

“It’s yours.”

Oh. Well, that certainly changed everything, Sylus decided, intrigued now.

“My shirt?” The mental image of you in his shirt was definitely having an effect he didn’t realize it could. All wrapped up in his shirt, much too big for you, the sleeves too long, the length going down to your thighs—he was definitely appreciating the picture being painted in his mind. Sylus stifled back a groan, and continued in as even a voice as he could, “And how did you manage to obtain one of my shirts without my knowledge?”

“I took it from your place,” you confessed, “It was the one that I had accidentally spilled wine on, so I felt bad and tried to wash it out for you.”

“I appreciate the gesture, though I do have other shirts and it can easily be replaced.” He sensed your immediate quietness as a sign of embarrassment. He knew you did this as a sign of apology, and he quickly surmised his dismissive tone must have hurt your feelings, so he changed his phrasing: “Why haven’t you returned it to me then?”

“I haven’t had an opportunity,” you answered, tone dropping, a hint of sadness creeping through, “We haven’t seen each other lately.”

Ah. Sylus was catching on to the reason for this sudden late-night call. “And why are you wearing it now?”

Silence again.

“Sweetheart?”

That one word seemed to have broken a dam, and Sylus was surprised by the sudden quiet admission: “It feels like you.”

“You missed me,” he stated, and when he didn’t hear you respond, he wondered if his tone might have hurt you in some way again. He continued with a sigh, “I miss you, too.”

“Sylus…”

“I miss seeing you,” he added, knowing he was sounding a little more vulnerable than normal. “The sound of your voice…your smiles…the way…”

He paused, realizing the reason for his own restlessness. It wasn’t because of the heat wave happening throughout the city. Rather, it was the lack of a different kind of heat that was making him agitated.

“Sylus?”

“The way you feel in my arms,” he finished.

You didn’t respond, and Sylus laughed. “You’re blushing, aren’t you?”

“N-No!”

“Liar.”

He could hear you huffing in annoyance. Just as he was about to continue in his teasing, you hit him with another piece of information about your sleepwear:

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

“I-I see…” He paused, contemplating, before he questioned you, “Nothing? No—”

“No shorts. No panties.”

Well, that picture had unquestionably gotten even more interesting for Sylus. He held back another groan, as he pictured now just your bare body, caressed by nothing but just his shirt.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” you teased him, feeling triumphant for finally having the upper-hand in this phone conversation.

“Such arrogance,” he mumbled low, smirking, “Maybe you should take responsibility for making me so hard then.”

There was a surprised squeak.

He laughed low. “Come now, it’s only fair.”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Don’t know?”

“I…I don’t know how…I mean we’re just talking…”

Sylus leaned back against his pillows and laughed. “It’s because we’re talking that I am feeling this way now,” he answered low, his hands already tugging his bottoms down to discard to the side. He groaned softly at the sight of his erect penis. He continued, “Aren’t you feeling something from our conversation?”

“Y-yeah…” you admitted, “I…I think I am…”

He hummed softly, closing his eyes, the image of you in his shirt was once again before him.

“Need my pretty little cock-warmer,” he murmured, his hand wrapped around his hard member, a clear soft hiss escaped his lips. He lazily stroked himself as he continued to speak to you on the phone, his tone carrying shades of sensualness, “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

You flustered. “I-I have been…”

“No,” he interrupted you firmly, “Talk to me.”

“I…”

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

You trembled at the sound of his firm voice, the dominating tone made you hesitantly slipped your hand inside the shirt you were wearing, your hand finding your breast. You toyed with your nipple, whimpering as it became firm.

“Where are you touching yourself?”

“M-my breast…”

Sylus hummed again, eyes still closed, but now he was picturing his large hand on your breast, massaging it gently, pinching your nipple until they were firm as you moan softly underneath him. He wanted to take that nipple in his mouth and sucked on it as he massaged your other breast, wanted to feel you squirm against him, your hands running through his hair as he ravaged you and keep you held down by the heavy weight of his body on yours.

“Sweetheart…”

“Sylus…”

“Take off my shirt.”

You immediately obeyed him. “It’s…it’s off.”

“Good girl,” he purred. “Lay back in bed, picture me with you.”

His voice sounded like it was an octave lower, soft pants escaped his lips as he continued to leisurely stroke himself. “Need you spread out beneath me.”

You felt a heat building up inside you as you listened to him speak, that devilishly deep voice always stirring something sinful within you. With each erotic word spoken by him, you parted your legs slightly and your hand moved lower to touch yourself somewhere much more intimate.

“Want to feel just how wet you can get for me.”

You let out a whimper, picturing his sharp ruby red eyes staring you down, his own fingers touching you. You rubbed your clit, tossing your head to the side with a moan, wishing it was his hand instead touching you, needing his lips on you, the feel of him against you.

“Want to taste you, sweetheart, eat you out until you come.”

You gasped at the picture, your legs trembling as you started to touch yourself more urgently. It wasn’t enough. You needed something more, something bigger…thicker—Sylus.

“Ohh, Sylus…”

“F-fuck…” he groaned at the sound of your moan. “Sweetheart, a man could get intoxicated hearing such sweet moaning…”

“Sylus…”

“Speak to me…what do you want?”

“You…”

Sylus let out a low moan, his pace increasing. “Sweetheart,” he gasped, feeling his arousal getting stronger at the sound of your voice growing needier, “need my cock buried inside you. Need my sweet little cock-warmer in my bed under me.”

He continued to mumble, “You always take me so well, always feel so good having you wrapped around my cock.”

That did something to you. You started to gasp into the phone as you writhed in bed, fingers sliding into your slick entrance as you so badly wished it really was his cock pounding into you. You curled up in bed face buried into your pillow, as you chased after the climax that was starting to build up inside. You couldn’t help the whines that came out of your mouth, knowing he was hearing every single incoherent word and noise you were making alone in your room through the phone. “Sy-Sylus…more…tell me more…please…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he was panting, sounding like, he, too, was losing himself in the image he was painting, “Want to hear more of your sweet moans, ah, want to see your face all flushed, all teary-eyed, as I fuck you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want to feel my cock inside you?”

“Oh, god, yes!” Your hips buck against your hand. You were close, the way he described everything with that deep, rich, and sultry voice was having you clench around your own fingers. You rubbed your sensitive clit, but the mental image that it was him touching you instead had you crying out louder than expected.

“Need you now, sweetheart,” he gasped, “Need you so fucking bad, need you to cum on my cock, need to fill you up with my seed—such a good girl, such a pretty girl you are all flushed up as you take all of me—cum, cum for me, sweetheart—”

Sylus let out a groan at the same time he heard you screamed through the phone, the sound of your climax had him spilling into his hand. He lay panting hard in bed, his eyes shut, reliving the moment he heard you scream. The knowledge that he was able to bring you to orgasm through a mere phone call was a source of pride, especially when the two of you were so far away.

Still, he ached, wanting to feel your skin against his. He wanted to pull you into his embrace and let you relax in his arms as you both bask in the afterglow together. He wanted to feel your head resting on his chest, your soft hair brushing against his cheek, his lips on yours.

He sighed.

Several minutes passed as the two of you tried to even your breathing again. Sylus was the first to speak up, his voice soft and gentler than normal, “It’s late. You should get some rest.”

“No,” you protested this time in spite of your exhaustion.

“No?” There was amusement in his voice upon hearing your objection. “Why not?”

You were grateful he couldn’t see your blush. At his gentle coaxing, you admitted softly, “I don’t want to hang up.”

“It’s late,” he reminded you again.

Hearing silence, Sylus could sense your disappointment and he softened. “Alright,” he conceded, “Do you want to keep talking? Normally this time.”

He heard an indignant yelp for the latter comment before it was followed by weak mumbling: “I don’t know what to talk about…”

“What do you want then? Tell me.”

After a few beats, you confessed softly, “I just want to hear your voice.”

Sylus was both surprised and pleased. “My voice?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, then,” he started, a hint of mischievousness laced his voice, “If that is what my dear little hunter wants, then who am I to deny her this sweet request? Shall I lull you to sleep with my voice then?”

Your felt butterflies fluttering in your belly as he spoke. You knew he was relishing in this moment, but as embarrassing as it was for you, you were happy that he was so compliant.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he said warmly, and you obediently followed his command, setting your phone close to you as you relaxed in bed. “And just listen to the sound of my voice…”

[deusfoundry]

GOOD MORNING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

[uhjaemin]

jaemin knew it was coming yet it didn’t stop the slight surprise every time. maybe he was haunted by the memories of getting asked out as a joke when he was in school and maybe there was some sincerity in zayne’s words but it was hard to tell. “a date?” he repeated, his words echoing in his mind as he tried to figure out the tone in them. despite it all, there was that look in the videographer’s eyes that had him second guessing his intentions. “oh, you want me to return the favor by buying you a meal?” he asked. minnie felt as though he was missing something, lost in translation or ‘dense’ as hyeona would call him. it kind of irked him, only because he knew she was right. sometimes. “i can do that. whatever you want.”

"of course. anything for you." not a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he said it. zayne kneels down next to the table, his elbows resting on it with his hands balled up into fist tucked under his chin as he gazes up at the idol with a grin. he loved the pretty pink hue on the other mans cheeks. it's no wonder he always feels compelled to flirt with him even if he knows jaemin has no interest in reciprocating. the thought of missing his shot was more daunting than embarrassing himself. "pay me back? hmm~" zayne thinks about it for a moment. he had no interest or desire for anything as simple as money. "sure. how about a date?" he suggests as an alternative.

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[saturnslandfill]

HELLO? WHY HAVEN'T I SEEN THIS BEFORE?? Okay, now, I don't understand like half of each of the letters because of the handwriting they have (for me the most legible is Xav's), but oh god-. I almost cried with Rafayel's. (╥ ︿ ╥)

These are so pretty, ugh... As a person who loves writing/receiving letters, this is a very big detail in the game, and I absolutely adore it! (-´ ᵕ `-)♡

WE NEED A CALEB ONE, PLEASE INFOLD- (∩ ◜ᗜ◝ ∩) !

[mynotetrash]

the dragon rider: the dragon (literally):

[anti-cyra]

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Sylus (Omegaverse: Alpha x Omega) — Janitor AI

Sylus (SSR Card Based: Immobilized I) — Janitor AI

Sylus (SSR Card Based: Immobilized II) — Janitor AI

Sylus (Alternate Universe: Models) — Janitor AI

Sylus (Alternate Universe: Vampires) ★ — Janitor AI

Sylus (SSR Card Based: Lost Oasis) — Janitor AI

Sylus (Enemies to Lovers AU) ★ — Janitor AI

Sylus (Alternate Universe: Girldad) — Janitor AI

Sylus (Alternate Universe: Non-MC Angst) 2nd Person POV — Janitor AI

PRE 3.0 RELEASE:

Caleb (No Spoilers / Minimal Lore) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Alternate Universe: Valentine Event) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Alternate Universe: Yandere Version) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Semi-Spoilers! Alternate Universe / Canon Divergent) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Semi-Spoilers! Alternate Universe? Ghost Version) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Omegaverse: Alpha x Omega) — Janitor AI

Caleb (Alternate Universe: Girldad) — Janitor AI

Philos University AU! Mini-series 2nd Person POV

Vampire AU! Mini-series 2nd Person POV

Royalty AU! Mini-series 2nd Person POV

Luke and Kieran (Canon Compliant AU / Story Spoilers) — Janitor AI

Luke and Kieran (Alternate Universe: Onychinus!MC) Info — Janitor AI

Luke and Kieran (Non-MC!User) — Janitor AI

[sweetsylus]

“These glasses seem to pique your curiosity. Do you want to wear them?” —Zayne, in an outfit with his tits out and his glasses on

zayne making you wear his glasses while he eats you out/fucks you…..

“don’t let them fall.” and he makes sure his lips brush past your skin when he gives the gentle command. he loveessssss watching you nudge them back into place, your jaw slack as uncontrollable pants and whines escape your lips

he thinks you’re the cutest when you’re so caught up in trying to be good for him that you stop thinking about things like how you look or sound in the moment. just unadulterated pleasure and in your rawest form. nothing brings him more satisfaction than that

[redpulsive]

Mini discussion about the new multi banners bc I’m genuinely losing my mind !!

I keep seeing people theorizing over what’s going on with the new multi banners and I feel insane because like.. are the memories not just vivid dream sequences? In the trailer it mentions the word dream(s) TWICE, once in Xavier’s memory and once in Sylus’ memory.

Look at Sylus’ ass, anyway

I’ve seen people talking about these memories potentially being about some sort of afterlife for the Li’s and MC, but I feel like people are COMPLETELY over analyzing it. I don’t have any idea why MC would be dreaming about a photoshoot/vlog date with her guys, but it feels obvious that the setting of their photoshoots aren’t reality (especially Sylus’ with the whole dragon skeleton). Unless if they’re just extravagant photoshoot sets with some sort of dream theming going on? I don’t know. We’ll find out in due time, this has just been bugging me because I haven’t seen anyone talking about how I’m viewing it.

I’m throwing a wild theory out there for the fuck of it, maybe the MC got ahold of some rare type of flower that cause her to get sleepy or have vivid dreams? Whatever man.

[lucky-pennied]

My profile |Rafayel|Xavier|Zayne|Sylus |Caleb

MDNI 18+ only.

Master post for everything about my Yandere!LaDs chat bots. Carter bots, NSFW toggled on. Please try them out, and feel free to drop an ask with feedback and suggestions!

Been having horrible writers blocks on my LaDs fics, so decided to have fun and do some character reflections and try my hand at writing chat bots...but Yandere!

Update List:

Sylus update 1

Xavier update 1

Xavier update 2

Rafayel update 1

Rafayel update 2

Zayne Update 1

Zayne Update 2

Caleb Update 1

Caleb update 2

[iyoskies]

just realized that sami coming to jeys aid last night was probably the real reason seth wanted sami to switch rosters and why he had bron go so hard on sami last week

[harrysdaydream1]

okay, i feel like you guys should celebrate because i finally got some ideas🙈👏🏼

and i felt like i kinda need to make it up to you since i haven’t posted in DAYS

hooooopefully you like them🫠

you're on your period

he needs a nanny (mafia)

i love you all (send me requests plz, im dying of boredom😪)

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

A list of Zayne's chats archived here so far

There will be drastic change in the pinned section as it no longer can hold anymore links . i appreciate your involvement throughout . its been a journey in this acc

❄️Doctor's order[Story]

❄️waiting room💞7

❄️Dry humor💞13

❄️no sequel💞16

❄️Magic and Miracle💞19-

❄️Tail tales💞26

❄️Key case💞33

❄️Examination report💞37

❄️Left on read💞42

❄️Sophora💞46

❄️Raising Flowers 💞46

❄️Feed the Squirrel💞53

❄️saying goodnight 💞66

❄️lecture sign up💞73

❄️Heavy Rain 💞79

❄️Vacation 💞76

❄️I Miss You 💞93 ❄️Nightly Snow💞63 ❄️Waiting For You💞86

❄️Masquerade ball[pumpkin magus stage 9]

❄️love letter [heartbreaker stage 9]

❄️A Vote

⚠️bonus

❄️Notes

❄️Aromatherapy

❄️Emoji trick

❄️Romance Advisor

❄️bouquet of Ballpoint pens[Daily]

❄️Flavor dare [Daily]

❄️Kaomoji [Daily]

❄️ breakfast plans [Daily]

❄️dinner reminder[Daily]

❄️puppy attack [Daily]

❄️super hunter card [Daily]

❄️Ankle Abration [Daily]

❄️Potted Plant [Daily]

❄️Infection Prevention[Daily]

❄️Frozen River Outside [Daily] ❄️One Year Ago[Event]{Touring in Love}

❄️Snowhunt Gift [Snowhunt day login]

❄️Minty [mint meow badge]

❄️Kitty Cards Bet[ winning 3times in a row in kitty]

❄️new habit[100 days special]

❄️Special dessert pt 1 pt 2[white day]

❄️snowman's trip[snowman Exclusive Plushie]

❄️Before Ticket Sale[Mountain Journey Event]

❄️Who keeps the mug[Event]

❄️Trip invitation [Event] chat

❄️lantern fest [Moonlit orchid day]

❄️auto registration [Cuteness crush Event ]

❄️matching expression[GLINT PHOTOBOOTH]

❄️Wind Field Impact[GLINT PHOTOBOOTH]

____ . .Next>>

[syneilesis]

thank you so much for giving me the chance to fix my request. Zayne from LaDS with prompt 39. leaning on the others' side

Hello!! Hope you like this ficlet, I incorporated elements from your previous ask but I'm not sure if I did well 😅 I deliberately left your and Zayne's cosplays vague, so that they're left to the readers' imaginations (but I have specifics in mind).

Wanderer Expo 2048 You attend a pop culture convention for work. Zayne tags along.

Zayne's longcoat drapes askew on his shoulders, so you lead him to a corner clear of people. This early in the morning, the queue already reminds you of a high-level snake game, zigzagging around the open space trying not to crash into itself. The convention was kind enough to let you and Zayne in early so that you can do your job. With this volume of attendance, it's easy for a Wanderer to commit destruction and harm at the event.

With a thinly veiled smile you ask him, “Are you sure you don't want to wear the wig?”

Zayne shifts under the longcoat and adjusts his collar. He angles you an flat look. “No.”

“Suit yourself!”

It just so happens that the tip about a Metaflux occurrence takes place in a pop culture convention, and plenty of people arriving are dressed in their favorite characters. As you made your way towards the entrance half an hour ago you did a double-take on a cosplayer dressed as a giant blobbu. Next to them was a well-made costume of Heartbreaker. Vaguely you hoped that the real Heartbreaker wouldn't wander here.

You could have, of course, chosen to wear your hunter uniform; when asked, you could have passed it off as cosplay. But it's not often that you get to dress up as one of your favorite characters and drag Zayne into the fun too. Easier to blend in, you had said when Zayne frowned at the costume intended for him.

“Wrong hair, man!” somebody calls out to Zayne once you and he emerge into the hall.

Zayne sighs and you snicker, the paper bag containing the wig and contact lenses crinkling with the movement.

Lunch comes along and still no Metaflux alert. After your eighth lap around the perimeter looking for any sign of anomaly and finding none, you recoup with Zayne to buy a meal.

One hour later your watch blares.

“It's here!” And Zayne, now with a wig and contact lenses on, nods in understanding and prepares as well. You note to yourself that after this, you'll take a photo of him in his full cosplay regalia.

It's impressive that the organizers of this convention have arranged contingencies in the event of Wanderer appearance. The people are generally calm, guided away by calm ushers, though some have the mistaken impression that this is also part of the event—not that anybody's inclined to correct them.

There's only few Wanderers due to the low level Metaflux, which you and Zayne can take care of pretty quickly. Zayne freezes the Wanderers from attacking and you fire your guns at them for ultimate damage. It doesn't take too long, and the crowd cheers as the last remnants of Wanderers disappear in the air.

Swept by the energy, you turn around and wave at the onlookers. Behind you, Zayne shakes his head, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Cleanup is minimal, and the last of the organizers thanking you has already left. Sitting on a small bench next to a giant Astro Penguin statue, you stretch your limbs and pop your joints, and watch as Zayne approaches you holding two cones of ice cream. He hands you one.

“Any wounded or injured?”

“None, just minor scratches from their costumes,” Zayne answers in between licks.

“That's good to hear.” You scoot a little towards the statue and pat the space on your other side. “Why don't you sit next to me?”

On that small bench you and Zayne just barely fit, your sides flushed. Zayne's abandoned his longcoat and laid it on his lap and yours. The wig and contact lenses stay on.

“This is a nice reward,” you say, gesturing at the ice cream, and Zayne hums. “Let's stay like this for now, I'm very comfortable where I am.”

To punctuate your comfort, you entrust your weight to Zayne, who wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you even further to him. He laughs, low and content. “What else do you want as reward?”

You make a show of thinking about it deeply. “Weeellll ...”

Then you look up at him—he's so close! enough to steal a quick kiss—and grin.

“Let me take a picture of you in complete costume next to this Astro Penguin, please?”