#lads Aurora

[roris-daydreams]

Soooooo who is the cute new boy I see hanging around you?? ~ Ollie, LADSverse

Hi, Ollie! Which cute new boy are you referring to? I've made a few new friends lately

@ollieslab

[adoreddestiny]

[Did you kiss me just to shut me up]

Zayne please!🫶🏽

ೃ⁀➷ POP UP EVENT !! — aurora’s writing corner

"did you kiss me just to shut me up?" — zayne x gn!reader

“what did i tell you about eating too much sugar?” zayne asked.

you froze, dropping the macaron onto the plastic packaging and backing up slowly. it made a soft thud against the tissue paper and, luckily, didn’t crack. though you didn’t have too much time to ruminate on it as zayne quickly closed in on you.

“but zayne…” you mumbled, looking up at him with your best impression of a wounded puppy.

he didn’t take the bait.

“there’s nothing wrong with eating sugar to a minimal degree but haven’t you had enough today?” he asked, resting his hands on his hips, “this is the seventh macaron you’ve had today alone. the box is nearly empty.”

you stare sheepishly at the half-empty box you’d been gifted by a friend recently. perhaps zayne was right. perhaps it would be safer and likely healthier if you just quit for the day. a hardy reset for tomorrow was needed.

but did he have to chatter on about the degrading effects sugar had on your health like the ingredient list on the side of a cereal box?

“are you listeni—“

you silenced him with a slight tug on his tie. your finger enveloping the fabric before crashing your lips against his in a sugary kiss. for a brief moment you swore you could taste a hint of pistachio on his lips.

his eyes widened a fraction before he kissed you back fervently. his large, calloused hand moving to rest on the small of your back.

when you can kiss him no longer (which is frankly impossible) he creases his eyebrows at you.

“did you just kiss me to silence me?” he murmurs, hand gliding up your spine.

“maybe, but do you care to explain why you taste like a pistachio macaron?”

zayne kisses you again.

[roris-daydreams]

This bouquet is even more beautiful than I could've imagined, Jeremiah! I promise I'll treat it and gift it with care. Thank you so much. I know I'll be back in the future.

[Delivery]

@roris-daydreams

Your order is ready for delivery. Lavender sprigs, daisies, and ferns!

[rafayelscutie]

This man is going to be the death of me.

"If you're sad, let this stay behind to appreciate the aurora in your place."

[darcydoescosplay]

"Oh, Anastasia, accept the destiny of your blood."

I got to be Nastya for Halloween today, and it was AMAZING!!! Thank you so much to my dear bestie @savjulia, I am in awe of these photos AAAAAA

[bloodfin]

just thinking about aurora's first autumn, how she's entranced by the beautiful colors of the leaves.

maybe she goes and wanders the grounds, gets pulled across the lawn by the sound of delicate wind chimes.

when she finds the source she see sunshine in a big maple tree, blazing golden hair the same color as the leaves around her. cumulus and cirrus are sitting on the ground, giggling while sunshine hangs from a branch, upside down by her knees.

maybe aurora can't describe the weird feeling in her chest, just knows that being outside helps and her friends make it a little better.

she wishes her laugh would sound like those pretty chimes, but it just sounds hollow to her - so different from the spring.

she gets itchy when the sun starts to set, can't quite smile to her eyes when the girls start to pull her inside. plans of bonfires and whatever s'mores are falling on half-listening ears.

maybe she just crawls into bed instead and hopes the blanket feels heavy enough, enough to keep her safe from the void of the encroaching night.

why does it have to come so early?

[denkisauce]

not to be mean to izuku crybabey midoriya but i know it’s been like a year and a half our time but in canon hasn’t it been like two days since his last cry

[staryflowers]

why did nobody warn me a visual novel needed visuals and a novel. what the flip man.

[darkenforcer]

event info + starter call !

i know i said i wouldn't take the obvious route, but yuri's guardian is gonna be a wolf like god bamco intended (i'm a sucker, sorry... it's literally his motif).

as such, he's getting the full wolfboy treatment:

furry ears, a tail, sharp teeth, claws, you get the idea.

able to sense food sources + his hunting skills are a lot sharper, too.

behaviorally, he's going to be a lot more aggressive toward strangers approaching him (with exceptions, like young muses / people in danger / etc.). not enough to attack unprovoked, though.

on the flipside, he'll be extremely protective of people he does know. more than usual.

consider this my starter call for the event as well! a measly cap of 1 for now (muses with prior interactions exempt), and i'll likely hop into dms for plotting.

[aliveandfullofjoy]

remember when john mackey quoted the final chord of the first movement of holst’s first suite in e flat in the final chord of aurora awakes?

[piik-min]

Completely unrelated but every time I listen to “the night is still young” that (1) line reminds me of Gale and I just wanna go into a hole and cry a bit

[adoreddestiny]

heyyyy for the event I ask for « tell me where it hurts » and zayne, thank you, hope you’re doing okay 🥺❤️

ೃ⁀➷ POP UP EVENT !! — aurora’s writing corner

“tell me where it hurts” — zayne x gn!reader

the lamp on zayne’s desk was always a calming, warm hue. for one time, very briefly, you remembered it was a cold, fluorescent color; similar to the lights lining Akso Hospital’s ceilings.

you stared at the warm light, trying to focus on something other than the seething pain in your chest. the nurse informed you zayne would be around in a moment. something about an urgent surgery he needed to be present for.

but the prickling pain spiraling through your chest to your abdomen and stomach was nauseating. you could have been lenient, allowed the first doctor to treat you. but you were stubborn.

this writhing pain was something you felt only your doctor had the ability to heal.

the only time you torn your gaze off of the warm, caramel shade of the lamp was when the door swung open. zayne was upon you in a heart beat.

“what happened?” he asked. his tone was still, unwavering but riddled with a worry you knew from childhood.

you grasped your chest, the ache relieving slightly upon racking your eyes over his tall figure and creased eyebrows. his fingers nudge your chin upward gently.

“tell me where it hurts,” he said, leaning over you.

“chest,” you mumbled out. he took a moment to unravel the metal stethoscope around his neck.

“why didn’t you just ask another doctor to monitor you in the meantime?” he scolded. the metal nearing your chest to soak in the sound of your beating heart.

“only wanted you,” you said hoarsely.

zayne silenced himself, letting out a lengthy sigh. “stubborn as always, aren’t you?”

you said nothing. the silence reverberated as he stood in front of you. the caramelized light from his little lamp adorned him like a sunrise against the snowy landscape.

[zukoandtheoc]

AURORA rreally is the most singer ever huh

[blujayonthewing]

for as much as he talks to animals I don't draw felix disney princessing nearly enough

[captain-dville]

Ello jonny! :]

@just-a-jolly-wooden-lad

Of course you're already here. How long have you all been hiding this while I was bored out of my mind?

Not that shooting Tim isn't entertaining, but come on, me being the last one here is just insulting.

[lalunanymph]

୨୧ zayne's unusual method of coercing lulling your baby back to sleep

✧･ﾟpapa!zayne, husband!zayne, mom!reader, talks of medical research, babies, you both have a little girl named 'jasmine' (iykyk), mild spoilers for lads if you squint, pure fluff, spoilers for the good night video call with zayne, he calls you 'my aurora' (also iykyk)

✧･ﾟhelp me plz i have fallen for this man and i cant get up

night falls, bringing with it a peace no wish in the world could.

it's the type of peace which echoes gentle snowfall during the dawn; a hum of wintry wind on the back of weak sunlight.

for now, the household is quiet, everyone catching up on precious minutes of sleep.

or, as much as they could before your daughter's piercing wail shatters through the night.

"i'll go get her," the fatigue roughened voice of your husband, zayne, reassures you. his large palm reaches across the bed, clasping your own for a single second, a silent order for you to go back to sleep.

"zayne," you murmur, rubbing your eyes. "i'll go with you—"

"you need rest," he cuts you off, though the look in his emerald gaze is eclipsed with a special softness reserved just for you. "i don't have any surgeries lined up tomorrow until after lunch. i'll do it."

stoic yet kind, your husband volunteers to take up the mantle; hurrying towards the nursery to tend to your fussy baby.

you sink back into the soft sheets, exhaling in exhaustion. it must've been hours or minutes, your consciousness dipping in and out of the pool of wakefulness.

when you turn to the side, zayne still wasn't back. curiosity propelled you to sit up, stuffing your feet into a pair of blue, fuzzy slippers. you tightened your robe around your shivering body, shuffling down the hall towards the nursery.

"... common treatment is a myectomy of the hypertrophic IVS. however, surgical treatment of midventricular is usually challenging. the hypertrophic area cannot be reached via a transaortic approach. for that reason, a transapical ventriculostomy has been described as preferred access for surgical correction..."

zayne's voice piques your interest. as you turn around the corner, you nearly burst out into a fit of giggles.

your husband, baby in one arm and large research book on his knee, was trying to read a "bedtime" story to your sweet jasmine.

"—in some cases of diffuse myectomy has been performed via trans-mitral septal myectomy with a video-assisted minimal invasive 2D technique—oh, look, it's your mama."

he moves your little girl to the other arm, her shimmering emerald eyes clasped on the hook of his nose. she bubbles and squeals, trying to swipe at his chin—definitely not drowsy or ready to fall back to sleep.

"come on now," zayne remains stern with her. "it's time for you to sleep. you've been keeping me up for almost an hour."

as much as your husband's antics were drawing your mirth, you could sense the despair in his tone wasn't fabricated.

"perhaps you're reading her the wrong bedtime story." you tease, walking into the room. you take jasmine from her papa's arms, cradling her close to your chest.

your daughter fusses, gummy mouth gaping and closing, cooing her agreement.

"the resection of hypertrophic papillary muscles and mitral valve replacement is a good bedtime story," he quips. snapping the heavy research book close, he sets it down to the floor. "she's just being like her mama, that's all."

fighting back the urge to smirk, you shake your head. "at least you've never given her a lecture on fusion guidance."

his brow crinkles, and eventually, a small smile decorates his lips. "you remember?"

zayne's voice is unexpectedly soft, and you nod; delighting in sharing this memory with your husband.

"how could i forget? it's my go-to bedtime request from you."

he stands, coming behind you and jasmine. a long, calloused finger traces down her chubby cheek. one arm around your waist, the other supporting your own arm under your baby.

"if only i could know what hers is," zayne sighs. "then, you wouldn't have to check up on us."

"i want to," you interject, nudging your face back to give his cheek a soft kiss. "i love seeing you with her."

"hmm."

your husband goes quiet for a few more moments. you almost fall asleep standing up, the warmth of his broad back emanating through your thin cotton nightdress; lulling you into comfort. jasmine, soothed by your steady breathing, droops off; her shell pink lips puckered like a bud about to bloom.

"she's finally asleep."

"your heartbeat," zayne says, barely above a whisper. his warm breath touches your neck, making gooseflesh rise on your arms. "she's soothed by it."

you touch your gaze to her puffy cheeks; the thin wisps of dark hair on her head she inherited from the one man you adored with every beat of your heart.

"i'm glad you saved me," you whisper, remembering the day when zayne performed the life-changing operation on you; finally stabilising your condition after years of distress and anxiety.

"i owe my heart to you."

"keep it," your husband is quick to dismiss his role in saving you; a man of little words with the biggest impact.

"but, take mine if you need it. my heart is all yours, my aurora."

sobs iykyk the spoilers for mr. love: queen's choice (lads predecessor) you'd know that zayne's hea—[gunshot]

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