Summary: An annual check-up, but your heart races a little too quickly...
Slightly suggestive
Words: 1.1k
Notes: Hippa? We don't know her here 💅
English is not my first language
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Your annual checkup.
Even though you and Zayne had developed a closer relationship beyond his office, he was still your doctor. And in that role, he was unwaveringly professional.
The visit proceeded as usual. But as he moved through the motions of the examination, you couldn’t help but wonder if, after everything was done, you could be a little less professional and ask him if he wanted to have dinner with you again sometime soon.
That was until he needed to check your heartbeat.
He asked you to sit on the recliner as he moved closer, placing the stethoscope’s earpieces in his ears.
“Take off your sweater, please.”
His tone was clinical, matter-of-fact—exactly as it should be. And yet, a tiny, irrational part of you bristled at how utterly unaffected he seemed by the prospect of seeing you without it.
You pushed the thought aside as quickly as it came, reminding yourself that here, in this space, he was your doctor first. Tugging your sweater over your head, you barely had a moment to brace yourself before the cool metal of the stethoscope met your skin.
“Deep breaths.”
So you did.
But it was hard to focus on breathing properly when he was so close to you. You had noticed he was handsome during your very first visit, but now that you knew him outside the office as well, you simply couldn't take your eyes off him.
You hadn’t defined anything between you yet, but you were certain something more was slowly building. And now, sitting so close to him, your sweater gone, your heart pounded. You couldn’t help but think how much you would rather feel his hands—his steady, big hands—on you instead of the stethoscope.
His eyebrows furrowed as he listened. Then, he pulled the stethoscope away.
“Your heartbeat is too fast. Are you under a lot of stress?”
“No,” you answered quickly. Too quickly.
“You said you were feeling fine. You shouldn’t lie to me.” Was that disappointment in his voice?
“I’m not lying,” you rushed to reassure him. “I’m fine.”
“Your heart tells me something different,” he stated, leaning away as he walked toward his desk, deep in thought. “We need to run more tests to determine the cause. It could be a sign of—”
You tuned him out as he started listing a series of strangely named illnesses, seemingly talking more to himself than to you.
You hated seeing him so worried. And you definitely didn’t want to waste his time and hospital resources over this.
“Zayne,” you interrupted.
He turned to you immediately. “Hmm?”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry. I promise it’s not usually like this. I swear,” you tried again, hoping to convince him. But it didn’t seem to work.
“Then why is it beating so fast now?”
You flushed, embarrassed. You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole.
“I, um… Um, it’s…” You stumbled over your words, looking anywhere but at him.
“What is it?” he asked firmly.
You sighed. “Do you really need me to say it?”
You dared to meet his gaze. He stood there, his eyes locked onto you, as if dissecting every inch of your being. He truly had no idea of the effect he had on you.
You had to spell it out.
“It’s because of you.”
His brows lifted slightly. “Why? I’ve checked your heartbeat multiple times before.”
“Yeah, but… um, it’s a bit different now.”
He was silent for a moment, trying to decipher your meaning. Deciding how to proceed.
“Am I making you nervous?”
“Kinda, yeah,” you mumbled.
You couldn’t handle his intense eye-contact, so instead, you focused on his desk—particularly on the small seal plushie. It was the same one you had in your collection, the one you'd practically insisted he take when you somehow ended up with a duplicate. And to your pleasant surprise, there it was, proudly displayed front and center on his desk, like a quiet little reminder that he’d kept a piece of you.
You didn’t even register when he moved until his hand was suddenly under your chin, tilting it up, so your eyes met his again.
Those beautiful, captivating eyes.
He placed the stethoscope against your skin once more, his focus intense. Then, slowly, he moved his other hand—brushing against your cheek, then trailing down your neck, then…
He chuckled.
“Interesting.”
Your heart? It was practically hammering now, every beat a loud confirmation of how much he was affecting you.
“Zayne! Don’t embarrass me!”
“I apologize,” he said, though there was nothing sincere about the way the words slipped from his lips as he pulled the stethoscope away. Then, as if to shift the mood, he added, more earnestly this time, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” you assured him. You weren’t. His touch had never made you feel that way. It always felt safe, secure—and, unfortunately for you, right now, incredibly arousing.
You could swear he read your mind at that moment.
“Then what is it?” he teased.
Some might not have caught it—it sounded almost the same as his usual tone—but you knew him too well. Without a word, you shot him a glare that said everything.
His lips tugged into that faint, lovely smile you adored. Then, as if he’d just realized the boundary he’d toyed with, he cleared his throat and straightened, seamlessly slipping back into his professional persona.
“I’m going to have someone else check your heartbeat—to ensure everything is as it should be.”
You were about to protest. You really didn’t feel like explaining to Greyson or any of Zayne’s other acquaintances why he could no longer do it himself.
And once again, Zayne seemed to have too much insight into your mind.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get an intern and tell them it’s part of their training.”
You exhaled in relief.
“As for my recommendation,” he added, “perhaps people who provoke such... interesting reactions in you should keep their distance.”
You couldn’t help the sharp response that slipped out. “Don’t you dare.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not sure I can keep away now. So… how about dinner tonight? You’re my last patient.”
You smiled. That was a nice coincidence.
Although… was it really? Or had it been planned? Judging by Zayne’s expression, it just might have been the latter.
“I would love that,” you answered eagerly, a little too excited, as you grabbed your sweater, practically ready to leave. The idea of spending more time with him was too tempting to resist.
But then, with a slight, knowing shake of his head, Zayne’s smile deepened, a teasing edge creeping into his voice.
“Not so fast. You still need your heartbeat checked—this time, without me around.”
No one asked but here are Rafayel's dagger infos and details from different angles and approximate lengths (that i most likely calculated very poorly, do not trust me on that lol)
Apologies for the bad quality in some pics i tried my best 😔
+ I tried to figure out the details of GoT dagger as much as i could from my screenshots so take these
if i had a nickel for every time a beloved childhood friend you grew up with "died" and became a villain with a metal arm i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
Sylus watches as the Wanderer's figure tumbles to the ground, slowly escalating into ashes as it leaves the remaining protocore. His palm twists into a punch - blood stained palm, heaving heavily as he smirks softly. However, he pauses as he realises that it's quiet - too quiet.
The tall man eagerly searches for your cries - cheerful cries you did whenever you succeed eliminating a wanderer. You always jump high, hugging him as you cheer for your victory. However, there's no sound.
"Kitten?" Sylus's raspy voice echoes as his eyes frantically search for your figure. He pauses, waiting for your reply.
Nothing. Sylus hears nothing. No reply, no whimpers, no sound at all. His calm tone turns frantic as he calls for you multiple times, searching - hoping you will reply.
Sylus stopped before some rubble, mostly caused by the wanderer's destruction. His eyes halt at the glance of a figure under the rubble. The figure is in total cease.
Your figure, to be exact. Sylus runs, lifting the rubble as best as he could. He almost cries as he sees you, still as a rock.
"No... NO!" Sylus cradles your face onto his lap, softly gracing your cold cheek as he sees you in a deep sleep.
He panics, frantically looking around as he has no idea what to do. His ugly sniffles burst across the air while he combs your hair. Sylus does not know what to do if you're gone, just thinking about it forces his mind into a standstill. No, you can't be gone.
Sylus gulps as he tries to search for your pulse, praying that it's still there although it's faint. He never believes in God, but he hopes that God will finally hear his desperate pleas.
He sighs as he can feel your faint pulse, quickly lifting you in his arms. Sylus thinks that it's best for him to fly you to the hospital, but he's too weak to do so now.
So he runs, hopping onto his car with you on his lap as he holds you close to him.
"Don't you dare to leave me, kitten. Hang in there."
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You whimpers, the antiseptic smell fills your lungs as your body aches all over. Hospital, that's what comes across your mind as your nose registers the familiar scent of medication. The wanderer did leave your bones crackle and shatter.
Soft wince escapes your lips as you try to open your eyes. You have no idea why it feels so heavy to do so. Soft beeps slip into the silent ward as you finally open your eyes.
"Kitten?" Sylus's deep red orbs paste onto your eyes. He looks tired, not like the sassy and strong Sylus you're accustomed to. Heavy and swollen eyelids, lips dry from his soft pink colour as pinkish hues scattered on his cheeks.
"Sy?" Your hand reaches for his cheek, which he accepts soon after. You can feel the trickle of tears as you brush onto his cheek. Sylus's silent cries are too deafening, he pours everything into his tears.
You've never seen Sylus so hopeless, his eyes are not filled with mischief as usual. It is unusual to see the Onychinus leader so helpless and weak. Indeed, his eyes are fills with longing. He long for your voice, your smile, he longs for you.
"I... I thought you were gone," He began between his sniffles, pausing for a bit.
"You seem so pale and lifeless, I thought you were dead." Sylus exclaims as he holds onto your hands tightly.
You smile weakly, waiting patiently for him to finish his thoughts. His gaze plasters into yours, a sniff followed after.
"Please don't do this again. I can't lose you again. Two days without you is too much for me." Sylus exclaims as he closes his eyes.
You nod, examining his face. The silence fills into the quiet ward, but Sylus is more than grateful to have you here again.
Sylus glads that you manage to hold on. Although bandaged and bantered, all that matters is his lovely kitten is still holding on.
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