#its been YEARS

[hyperfixationhobo]

So guess who decided to brush off their writing skills? This bitch that's who. And man, I remembered why I stopped in the first place. But I finished it cause the idea wouldn't leave me alone and my job is so fucking boring so I hope you enjoy!!!!! Also sorry if my writing is rusty, it’s been years since I last wrote fanfiction.

TW!!: Mentions of hinted child death and pre-panic attacks!!! Proceed with caution!!!

In a Heartbeat

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Rafayel hums under his breath as he strolls into Akso Hospital near midnight. He’s not one to be out and about at this time, especially on a day when his inspiration is running rampant, but he received a text from Zayne asking for him to come over. He waved at the receptionist and avoided the nurses as he made his way up to Zayne’s office. He’s a bit tired of being whispered about ever since he checked himself into the hospital that one time.

Waking into the office he instantly knew something was off. The shutters were closed casting the room in mostly darkness beside the few streams of moonlight that managed to make it through the small cracks between them. Zayne always preferred for them to be open, something about the sun warming up his room and making it more cozy to work in. Speaking of warmth, Rafayel noticed just how freezing it was here. His breath fogging with each exhale making his brows furrow, Zayne despises the cold. He frowned and squinted his eyes trying to see anything before finally deciding to reach over for the light switch but froze when his hand made contact with something cold.

Is that…is that ice?

Rafayel quickly summoned a flame in his left hand and took an involuntary step back as he saw frost climbing up the walls of the office like tendrils on a garden gate. Making the flame in his hand bigger, Rafayel finally found the source of the ice, the only source it could come from if he thought about it. There in front of a now ice-coated desk sitting curled up on himself was Zayne. The doctor’s breathing was erratic and labored with sobs, frost seeping into the taller male’s skin making it an irritated red and deathly blue from where frostbite began to slowly set in. Rafayel didn't waste another second as he quickly made his way over to Zayne, almost slipping a few times from the ice-covered floor. Kneeling, Rafayel carefully brought his flame close to Zayne’s skin and sighed in quiet relief as he saw the frost slowly recede.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He softly asked as he began to untangle Zayne’s fingers from unruly locks that were suffering the brute of harsh tugs. He frowned when all he got in reply were heart-wrenching sobs. Softly clicking his tongue he let the fire warm his hands before gently cupping Zayne’s face and wiping away the doctor's tears. Even as they were quickly replaced with new ones.

“Ok, deep breaths for me Snowdrop. Slow deep breaths.” He softly instructed as he placed one of Zayne’s hands on his chest before taking a deep breath himself. He took a few of them before he felt Zayne trying to copy his breathing. It was stuttery and uneven but it was still trying.

After a few minutes, Zayne’s sobs finally died down leaving sniffles in its wake. Rafayel softly hummed and maneuvered them so that the taller male’s head rested on his shoulder. He smiled softly at just how small Zayne looked. Normally the doctor was standing at an imposing height, being one of the tallest in their group, but now he was curled up. Head resting on Rafayel’s shoulder and placing his entire weight on the smaller male’s being. Trying to get as close to Rafayel’s natural body heat as possible.

“Wanna talk about it?” Rafayel quietly asked while rubbing Zayne’s hands which were raw and irritated from the prolonged ice exposure. At the head shake he got in response he merely went back to humming. He wasn't going to force Zayne to talk if he didn't want to. He knew that the doctor would open up when ready, and now just wasn't the time. So he put his energy into making sure his skin stayed warm and continued humming a song he heard Sylus play once.

About an hour later he felt Zayne shift. The doctor’s legs unfurled and stretched out, making Zayne’s top half of his body lay on Rafayel’s. The smaller male grunted softly in slight discomfort before leaning back so that he was slightly propped up against the desk, still making sure that Zayne was comfortable. He sighed softly before running one of his hands through Zayne’s hair, occasionally scratching the taller male’s scalp which got an appreciative hum in response.

He went back to humming as he allowed his eyes to close, drawing little shapes on Zayne’s back. He was just drifting off before startling lighting from a buzz in his pocket. He blinked drowsily as he fumbled for his phone and winced at the bright light that suddenly decided to blind him. Once his sight finally returned he quirked an eyebrow at a message he received from Sylus.

Mushu: Why are you at Zayne’s office? Did something happen?

Bubbles: How do you know I'm at Zayne’s office?

Mushu: You honestly thought I wouldn't place trackers on your guys’ phones?

Bubbles: You what?! When did you do that?!

Mushu: That’s not important. Did Zayne’s surgery not go well?

Rafayel blinked as all the pieces finally clicked. Zayne had been telling them about a surgery he was going to perform today. A little boy in need of some stitches on his heart. Zayne had been practicing for weeks, having them occasionally quiz him on what to do and back up plans. Failing a surgery was rare for Zayne with the amount of preparation the doctor puts in, but it wasn't always enough sometimes.

Bubbles: He’s doing better now. He hasn't told me anything yet.

Mushu: Ok, let me know if you need anything.

Rafayel smiled softly as he turned off his phone and glanced down at Zayne who was now sleeping. The taller male’s face was now relaxed, nose and cheeks flushed a lovely fire opal red. Normally Rafayel would find the sight beautiful, but he remembers the sobs that had caused the flushed skin. Gently rubbing a thumb across Zayne’s cheek, Rafayel starts to quietly sing a song in Lemurian. He softly pats Zayne’s head twice before making a gesture with his hand as if he's throwing something. He then does it again but this time he pats the spot over Zayne’s heart.

“Pain and sadness go away. Pain and sadness leave the bay. Leave me leave me, leave me be. Leave me leave me, leave the sea.” He murmured while he continued his patting and throwing motion. It was a rhyme his people said when in a funk. Throwing away the sadness to make room for joy. Once he felt sated, Rafayel shifted one more time before allowing his body to truly relax.

Will he forget what his idea for a painting he was going to do was? Probably. Will his back hurt from how he's lying down? Absolutely. Will Zayne scold him tomorrow for sleeping in a weird position and how it's really bad for his back? Most definitely. Would Rafayel do this all again if needed?

In a heartbeat.

[jollymalt]

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khaotung I get u 😔

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[neeeeeoposts]

drew human designs before their canon bot designs, chat am i cooked?

[gold0kapi]

I did it, I downloaded the game.

[nicofitz]

I still can't believe she is legally allowed to look this good?? I don't know how any of us survived this fucking show when she was just walking around looking like this so frequently

[holly-mint]

its like 2:30 am but fuck it we ball . arkos's ur timeline in 2025 were so back

[theegh0st]

[bigmammallama5]

I know it’s silly but sometimes i think about food i’ve had in the past and have such a good memory of it that any attempt to try to find or make something even similar to it just isnt what i hoped for and it feels like i imagined it. there are probably better things to yearn for but i crave the simplicity of a baked good

so if youre out there, blueberry muffin

[norithedoggo]

hey dudes guess what i havent drawn in a while

[broodygaming]

DAV canceled, there’s only 3 bald hair options it’s not a real DA game it’s an imposter sorry everyone

[theblueblazes]

Returning to my rightful place

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i still think its a bit funny when people go "heh teruhashi was so delusional for thinking saiki would say offu..."

girl he literally DID say offu, fym???

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

One of my goals for next year is to be more deliberate in nurturing and developing my crativity, which means one of my action items is to continue/finish one of the many ongoing stories I've kind of left on the back burner.

I *really* want to finish Heartbound.

[ratinacoat]

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