#zane ro'meave drabble

[xielians--lver]

Zane when men with white hair or cute girls

[anonmothgod]

as a little treat imma tell some more about my fic cause I cannot keep it hidden in my brain anymore. Mostly a travis drabble.

Travis falling in love with the wrong version of Zane. Embracing someone who was soft and small and unusual, not what everyone calls evil incarnite. Not a preist driven to madness of power.

Late night talks about the differences of the very worlds they came from; dreaded microwaves and loud tiny stages.

Early morning enjoyments of coffe and books and even music- all from tiny devices that must be made from the same powerful magik that made amulets and the stars.

But it's the wrong time. Wrong version.

He can't hold onto him forever; he can't even have him home. This Zane has a whole life here, with his Travis and his Garroth and everyone else. Just as he can't stay here, just as Travis has to leave.

Travis knows he shouldn't fall in love but his heart just bleeds and begs for it. His blue-haired love is already dead; he can love again, can't he? Even if he didn't realize he was in love until it was too late.

So Travis enjoys the caramel coffe drink. Eats the cinnamon buns and listens to the strange music. Even if at the end, it's all worthless.

Even if it ends the way it did the first time.

In a bloody mess.

[raisunomii]

today, garroth ro'meave.

[a drabble preceding garroth faking his death, as i see it.]

The castle is silent. The castle has been silent since Garte left. Garroth didn't ask where he was going. He didn't care, as long as the shouting stopped.

The silence screeches like a wyvern.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 5 A.M.

It's cold, Garroth thinks the moment his eyes snap open. He's always been an early riser. His feet against the cool stone-brick that comprises his bedroom floor is familiar, but is never welcome. He makes his way across the room regardless, stumbling to the bathroom. He strikes a match, his oil lamp lighting seconds later.

Stubble is the enemy.

He drops his blade on the sink when he's finished.

Sometimes Garroth wakes before the servants. Today, however, is not one of those days. The halls are as lively as ever- that is to say, stray whispers echo through the walls, but one can never be sure if they come from the wind or some creature.

And his mother has never been one to talk to herself.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 A.M.

"Mother," Garroth says, maintaining his distance. "Did you sleep well?"

Zianna does not face him. She hasn't seen him, these past few weeks, not for lack of physical closeness. Garroth is sure the cityscape is a more favorable view than him. The sunrise is always beautiful.

He takes a few steps forward and guides his mother away from the window.

"Back to bed," he whispers, but he's sure she hasn't slept. He ignores the purple mottling her left cheekbone. Dad's gone now.

Breakfast is hearty.

THE TRAINING GROUNDS AT O'KHASIS, O'KHASIS, 8 A.M.

Slash, parry, pass. Slash, parry, pass. Again. Slash, parry, and if he's lucky, he won't think of Nicole.

Garroth can't remember the last time Irene favored him with 'luck'. His brother's always had that honor.

"Brother."

And he shall appear.

Garroth sheaths his blade. Zane is in full attire, Garroth notes. Wonder who he killed today. Must've been clean- his robes are still white.

"Well? Speak if you will," Garroth instructs, jutting up his chin for a mere second. Zane's gaze is full of disgust. Another day.

"A letter from Scaleswind found its way to my hands," Zane pauses to take in Garroth's expression, carefully taking in the slightest twitch of his brother's brow. "Nicole is set to come in a week."

Garroth nods. "I look forward to it."

He turns back to his craft, hoping Zane will leave, or at the least, be mindful enough not to stab him in the back. Slash-

"Mother slept the night," Zane says, "or at least some of it."

"I sent her to bed this morning." Parry. He can feel Zane's spirits drop. Pass.

Zane's boots crackle against the dirt as he leaves.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 P.M.

Gnawing hunger is quickly welcomed once one realizes it keeps the mind off of unwanted betrothal. This is why Garroth has delayed dinner to stew in his own sorrow. Quite literally- the bath is much too hot today. What were the servants thinking?

His skin is red. Lady Irene.

The doorknob to the bath jiggles and Garroth has to fight back a groan.

"Bathing!" He shouts, though it doesn't make a difference, because the door swings open anyways. "Must you harass me while I'm in the tub?"

"I find you're less prone to fits of silence like this," Vylad says smoothly, dragging up a chair to the side of the tub. "Odd. Should I be cornered in a bath tub, I may refuse to speak at all."

Vylad is met with an eye roll. This does not deter him. He prattles on for about twenty minutes until Garroth demands he leave, at which point he wanders to the dining room to wait for Garroth to get dressed for a shared dinner.

Vylad often forgets to eat.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 2 A.M.

Slowly and quickly does he in patterns scurry, as a mouse avoiding a scythe during harvest. His boots make soft noises on the brick which thunder in the silence of the O'Khasis morning. Moreso, in the temporary silence of the Ro'Meave Residence.

His bag is heavy and his sword clatters with movement. Every noise is detriment.

"Garroth?"

He whips around.

"Mother," Garroth says, standing what may be miles from Zianna, but he's sure is only a few meters. Their eyes do not meet, but he sees confusion all the same.

"What are you doing? It's late, too late for you to..." Mother trails off, making way for more screaming, intolerable silence.

It is the first time they've spoke in weeks.

"Training. Early morning training."

He can see his mother force back a scoff, because for all her despair, she's never been daft. Garroth knows that she doesn't have the energy to deal with his antics at the moment. She knows this as well, and sighs, turning away.

"Be safe," she calls.

"I will!"

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Mellos Musings Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my masterlist! A place to store all of my fanfictions and where ill put my Queue from requests! Note i do MCD almost exclusively for now but may branch out later, if your looking for modern characters I highly suggest my pal @starhvney for AMAIZING fanficitions!

But I will adapt some characters from those series to MCD for your enjoyment!

Also!! Where you can see the state of requests! please Enjoy!

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Requests: Open!

TOS: (under construction)

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Queue:

Brendan crushing on new arrival reader: Fic started

Nsfw: Laurance Guiding you: Fic Started

Care for Blind Laurance

Zane x reader (no prompt given but I'll come up with something lol)

Wedding ring in a chest accident

(No particular order at the bottom just whenever, write down my characterizations for characters I adapt from Mystreet vers. So readers know what they are getting into)

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Pallette cleansers:

(Aka smaller fics that may skip the que for when I need to clear my head and regain motivation for the Que fics)

● Courting Rituals (Ein, Blaze, Nana, Aaron, Zoey)

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Garroth Ro'meave:

Reaction to Reader being Injured : Drabble

Suprise Kiss

Laurance Zvahl:

Night on the docks

Reacting to Reader being injured; Laurance vers

Suprise Kiss

Katelyn Embry:

Aaron Lycan:

Lucinda:

Zane Ro'Meave:

Suprise Kiss

Travis Valkrum:

Nana Ashida:

Dante:

Ein (My characterization):

Blaze:

Daniel:

Vylad Ro'meave:

Suprise Kiss

Gene:

Suprise Kiss

Sasha:

Zenix OG (24)

Zenix Rebirth (18)

Cadenza Zvahl:

Suprise Kiss

Brendan:

Nicole:

Jeffory the Golden Heart

Suprise Kiss

(More can be added based on if I remember them or they are requested)

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Anger

welcome! Today is day eighteen of the Whump.tober take over!

Day Eighteen Prompt -> Muffled Scream

Pairing -> Zane Ro’meave X Reader

Warnings -> None?

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It was rather easy to tell when you were mad. You had this twitch every once and a while, your face would smidge red, and you’d snap at anyone who’d talk to you. Very few people have seen you truly angry your boyfriend was one of those people. On the occasion, something (in this case someone) would tick you off and you’d go ranting to him. 

He, in turn, always knew how to calm you down. Despite what many people thought about him, Zane could be nice when he wanted to be. Of course, there were things that ticked you off and he made an effort to try to always take your mind off of whatever had you all riled up. One big thing fell to when someone would talk about you and Zane. It wasn’t a secret how people felt about the two of you being together.

You were one of the nicest people that anyone could know, helping people any chance that you got. He, well, he was the same old Zane that he always was, the Grinch that stole Christmas and wanted to be a shadow knight. Nevertheless, it always got to you when someone would go on about “how did that happen?” or “what’s he like when he’s nice?” or your favorite “are you crazy?”. It always got you mad and there was rarely anything that Zane could do about calming you down then. 

Like in this case where you had been out with Aphmau and Katlyn at the mall. Of course, that was a normal thing that Aphmau always managed to drag you out too. Aphmau had to be your number one fan about your relationship (apart from Kawaii~Chan). Katlyn, on the other hand, was always picking on Zane and you about being together and although it was all in fun it sometimes got to you. You’d all stopped for lunch when Katlyn started despite Aphmau’s warnings to stop and just enjoy lunch. 

“So Y/n,” she started, “How are you and Zane doing?” You raise an eyebrow, drinking from the smoothie you’d gotten despite Aph’s constant wanting to steal it. “He treating you right? Cause I’ll rough him up.” She chuckles and you stay quiet, your attention going to your phone when it goes off. 

It was, ironically, a text from Zane. “We’re doing fine Katlyn.” You mumble, opening your phone and reading over his text. 

Zane -> Hey! I got the movie you wanted to watch finally, movie night tonight?

Y/n -> YES! OMG! You’re the best I love you <3

A smile came to your face at the thought of him. Your little dork. “Well, then I guess you are,” Katlyn confirms, nodding as Aphmau awkwardly gets up to throw her trash away. “Surprisingly.” She mutters the last bit and you stand up, shoving your phone in your pocket and walk to throw your own trash away. 

You get back to the table and give Aph and her a smile. “Thank you so much, Aph for convincing me to come out but I’ve gotta go. Got a date with my boyfriend.” You add the last bit as you pull on your jacket, sparing a glance at Katlyn. Aphmau just smiles, nodding and waving you goodbye, Katlyn doing the same. 

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You walk through the door to your shared house and with no hesitation lay on the couch, yelling into the pillow. Zane’s already leaning against the doorway to the hall, watching you as you muffle your screams into the poor pillow. He had a guess of what happened as when you sat up your face was red. 

Zane frowns under his mask, walking over to you. “What happened?” He gently put his hand on your shoulder. You huff, looking down at your boots before looking up at your emo boyfriend. 

Your cheeks were red, right eye slightly twitching. “Katlyn.” You mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder. “She won’t stop it about us.” You add on and Zane sighs, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

It’s silent for a moment, you calm yourself down. “Who cares?” He questions, making you look at him. “I love you, I think you love me. That’s enough right?” You nod, smiling when he places a kiss to your lips. “Good, cause I hate seeing you anything but happy darling.” He pushes your hair back from your face and kisses your forehead. 

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh, burying your face in his chest. Zane chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. “But I love you.” You add, muffled by his striped hoodie. “Can we watch a movie?” You move back enough to look at him. He nods his head, smiling down at you.