#lnds zayne x mc

[zaynes-favorite-macaron]

I will never let the girl I love be brave on her own.

Zayne: Everlasting Wish

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Much thanks to @bhaalbaaby for the Zayne model and for his outfit for this card!! Thank you for all your hard work!!

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Morning Rituals

Another short one, another Zayne fic! This one is ACTUALLY just fluff, no angst.

Featuring Kiri, my Zayne romancing MC! I've taken some liberties with my headcanons, since I personally think Zayne is absolutely the most non-morning person ever. He's too sleep deprived.

So...morning person x non-morning person, I guess? It's a little suggestive, fair warning!

If you enjoy what you read, please leave a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like my writing, and encourages me to do more!

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The alarm goes off far too soon.

Muscular ams tighten around her waist, dragging her back into Zayne's embrace. No matter what he says, he's not a morning person by a long shot, something that makes Kiri giggles as she taps his hands.

“Zayne…”

He sighs as he presses his forehead into the curve of her back. “Must we?” He mutters.

As if fortune has chosen to spite him personally, his alarm starts up as well.

Zayne's groan is audible.

Prying his hands from her waist, Kiri hops out of the bed, stretching cheerfully. “Come on, today's a new day, the sun is shining, the birds are calling- eep!” She yelps as she's forcibly dragged back into bed, pinned beneath Zayne's body.

“It's four AM,” he flatly replies. “We are the only thing awake.”

His hair is mussed beautifully, eyes dark and heavy with sleep. To Kiri, there is nothing more breathtaking in the entire world.

“And yet,” she whispers, heart swelling with love, “we still have to get up. You have your patients, and I have my Hunter’s physical exam.”

Kiri's delighted to see a slight furrow in his brow, the closest Zayne ever comes to pouting. With a sigh, he rolls off of her, sitting with his legs slung over the edge of the bed. “Unfortunately, you have a point.”

Bouncing up, she walks over to his side, stealing a soft kiss. It's meant to be short and sweet. Zayne slides a hand into her hair, pulling slightly, and her breath hitches.

An opportunity presents itself, and Zayne is, as ever, swift on the uptake. The kiss turns positively filthy, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, nipping and dragging at her bottom lip until she chases the sensation.

“Unfair,” she says hoarsely, weak-kneed. How infuriating that her doctor excels at everything he does.

There's a tiny smirk on his face as he stands, practically flush against her form. This close, she can see the smattering of marks she left across his skin last night, bite marks and hickies that lead down to his adonis belt, dipping underneath the low-slung Akso branded sweatpants he wears to bed.

Zayne leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Just getting my morning pick-me-up. I need sugar with my coffee, after all.”

He slides past her, and she huffs, watching the long line of his back as he walks into the bathroom. Long pink scratches drag down the planes of muscle there.

“Some days,” she mutters, heading out of the bedroom, “I think you're the worst thing for my heart condition.”

His low chuckle follows her into the kitchen.

[vellatrelle]

Something something about Caleb and underwear

[ilovemitsuya]

how it started how it’s going

I just know he has been waiting to do that for a long time

[scorpyuu]

✨ Nightly rendezvous ✨

Before 🍎 comes home.

Which one is your favourite?

[faintrustle]

CALEB's Back

[b-ibilly]

Are we seeing this zayne girlies?!

AND THE BUSINESS PROPOSAL SCENE ?!

[illou-sainte]

Cuddly wife, happy life.

Zayne was never the type to let others invade his space---but you changed that. Never been the cuddly type at first but you're an exception.

Imagine, he's in a zoom meeting with other doctors to discuss about their important meeting. And when he was instructed to open his cam---his colleagues was met by their head doctor having his wife snuggle against his chest while she sleeps.

His cardigan over your body and you snuggle at his scent. Zayne has a stoic look on his face as he holds you on his arms while you clung to him. His hand gently soothing your hair, careful not to wake you up.

All of his colleagues in the call watches in disbelief and awe---surprised to see the gloomy and serious Dr. Zayne be so soft to his wife. A rare sight.

"Dr. Zayne-"

"Continue your discussion."

They might need to get used of seeing that in a few zoom meetings.

masterlist

[aikkyuu]

How LADS men say “sorry”

Sylus’ black card works, but I’d settle with Xavier’s for now.

permission to post from: keiyaa.aa on tiktok!

[crrybrry]

Imagine this but with Zayne.

[heyitsz]

It’s him

[zaynes-favorite-macaron]

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Haven

In light of our newly showcased Love and Depression trailer, I couldn't help but write a quick little piece that's hopefully comforting amidst all the angst.

It's Zayne x MC/non-MC (unspecified), but I did use she/her pronouns.

Hope you enjoy, and if you did, please consider leaving a like or reblog. It lets me know people like my work and encourages me to write more!

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His entire body aches.

Stumbling through the front door, it's only until after he's toed his shoes off that he realizes someone else is here.

There's a lamp left on in the living room, papers spread out across his coffee table. Underneath a thick, plush blanket is a sleeping form, her hair struggling to come loose from its braid.

Zayne sighs, achingly fond. He strips off his gloves, setting them on the table. There's a half-drunk cup of tea there. Jasmine.

He wonders if she drinks it because she likes the taste, or because he does.

A lock of hair falls into her face as she breathes slowly, lips parted temptingly.

He doesn't waste the opportunity to kiss her awake.

Stirring slowly, she sleepily responds, reaching forward to loop her arms around his neck. The patterned pajamas she wears are part of a matching set - one she gifted him gleefully on the holidays.

She's so warm.

“Let's go to bed,” he whispers against her lips, and she hums in agreement. “Hold on tight.”

Slipping an arm under her legs, Zayne picks her up, blanket and all. She instantly falls back asleep, her head tucked under his chin.

The warm light of the lamp illuminates every line and curve of her face, and for a moment, he's loath to turn it off.

Some things must come to an end, though, and he knows this well.

The lamp clicks, the light vanishing. He makes his way into the bedroom.

She doesn't wake even when he sets her down, just mumbles his name in her sleep.

It takes a bit for him to join her. Some things are not in the same place. This clothing is unfamiliar to him.

Yet, finally, he slips under the covers, smiling faintly as she reaches out for him, tangling the two of them so he can't escape.

Zayne presses his face into her hair, breathing her in. He tries not to squeeze too tightly.

It is a long time before he falls asleep. He fights against it, until her steady breaths become his siren’s song, luring him under the waves of exhaustion.

And then, he is home once again, in an empty bed.

[vellatrelle]

Who would’ve guessed our colonel is a memelord

[ilovemitsuya]

a man who grips your hands like this

he’s so sensual with it

[scorpyuu]

Which one?