Currently Iâm at 111 followers, so Iâm past 100 but I want each and every one of you to be appreciated! Not to mention, 111 has to mean something, right? đ¤
So, Iâve decided to hardlaunch my requests! Feel free to send in asks and I will try my best to make something from them. But first, some disclaimers:
I will only do LADS requests, as thatâs what my account is essentially dedicated to now
Iâm not extremely familiar with sylus and especially not Xavier, but if I think I can do it, Iâll try my best! Just give me a little grace please đŤ (I write best for Zayne and Rafayel)
Iâm not gonna do any sort of extremely taboo tropes (incest of any kind, zoophilia, underage, noncon, etc)
What I am ok with: Blasphemy, stalker, yandere, power imbalance, age gap, dub con, hard kink, etc.
Obviously thereâs things I havenât mentioned and the line can be blurry, so feel free to ask even if you arenât sure! I just wonât write it if Iâm not comfortable with it. No harm, no foul :)
Anyone can request!
Please be patient with me! I would love to write the things that come from your beautiful brains, just give me some time to make sure itâs the best it can be đŠľ
And with that, I hope to see some fun things for me to make come to life. Muah, you are very much appreciated! đ
He loved inflicting pain and seeing the fear and anticipation in your eyes, he loved biting and leaving marks, he loved seeing the aftermath of what he had done to you. There was something so primal and basic about the need to claim you as his. The part about inflicting pain, though, he thinks itâs just to do with how much you trust him and the exhilaration of having so much control.
You let him slap you, spank you, pull your hair, pinch you, even lightly burn you with his evol just to make you yelp and squirm. And you loved every minute of it just as much as he does. There was nothing like trusting him with your life and allowing the one you love to decide what you can take.
But now he kneels beside you in the wreckage of a building torn to shreds by a particularly strong wanderer. You thought itâd be easy, so you jumped right in. He was a bit more hesitant as it seemed a bit more powerful than others, but itâs alright. He would protect you. However, you had severely underestimated the creature, and overestimated your abilities to dodge. By the time he realized this would be an extremely difficult battle, it was too late. You zigged when you shouldâve zagged, and the wanderer tore a hole in your abdomen.
He watched your body hit the ground, the thud echoed in his ears like the sound of a shotgun going off. He completely disregarded the wanderer and made a beeline for you, scooping you into his arms as he tried to find any sort of secluded area. Once he did, he gently set you down, then kneeled beside you. You were covered in blood, the smell of it sharp in his nose. You were still hanging on, but barely. The wound was pouring blood, and he needed to do something now. He tried applying pressure, and when that seemed to be null and void, he had another idea. It was terrible to think about, but he had no other option.
âIâm sorry for this, my love, I have no choice. Please, hang onâŚâ
Flames danced on his fingertips before becoming a bright blinding light. You were woozy and delirious from the blood loss, but you seen the light vividly. You honestly werenât sure if it was the light, the one you see when youâre dying, but before you could even ask, there was a searing pain in your abdomen.
You thrashed violently, and you screamed so hard it shredded your vocal cords, but he only held you down to keep cauterizing your wound. This wasnât the pleasure filled pain he was used to inflicting, and the screams werenât easy to ignore.
Once it was done, you werenât sobbing uncontrollably and screaming anymore, you were passed out. He used your watch to call for immediate backup and medical assistance. He figured they were already aware of the wanderer situation, but not your critical condition.
It took awhile to get the wanderer under control, there were a lot of deaths that day, even within the unicorns. You were rushed to the hospital ASAP where they started operations immediately. He sat in the waiting room, staring down at his bloody hands. Not only his hands, his clothes were covered in blood. Youâre blood. Again.
He couldnât lose you again. Thereâs no telling what he might do if you donât pull through. A god can only take so much heartbreak before fully lashing out. For now, though, he sat and disassociated while waiting for the doctors.
Itâs now a good few months since the incident. He sits on the couch with you cuddled into his side. You barely pulled through, but your recovery has been incredible. He threw an almighty fit when you mentioned possibly going back to work, even just for office work, so that was off the table. In fact, everything was off the table. He didnât let you out of his sight anymore. He didnât like you going out, and wouldnât even let you leave alone. You know it was hard for him to witness something like that, and this is how he copes. You figured heâd get over it eventually, but for now youâd let him cope the way he needs to.
Rafayel was constantly drowning in guilt at all times now. He wasnât fast enough. You got hurt because he wasnât paying good enough attention, and then he had to hurt you further. Heâs had multiple nightmares about your screams when he seared your flesh. The only thing that somewhat alleviates his guilt is doing everything in his power to ensure your safety.
Heâs disgusted with his previous actions, the way he used to harm you for pleasure. He sees how sick it was now. It doesnât matter that it wasnât to that degree, he just canât fathom ever purposefully hurting you again. The idea he may do something that would elicit those screams again, it haunted him. From then on, he treated you like glass, and once again you let him. You could tell how fragile his mental health was now, and you couldnât ask him to do something like that again after what he had to do.
Little do you know, it wasnât the first time you forced him to hurt you.
Notes: ummm so is the title bait? Yeah basically đŤŁ
Zayne finds out about an interesting hobby you indulge in when heâs not around đž
Zayne is about a week and a half into his two week long business trip. Now, itâs not that you donât miss him, because you do, desperately, howeverâŚwhen heâs gone, you can partake in a secret you keep from him anytime heâs home.
Kemonomimi.
Aka, wearing animal ears and sometimes other accessories that come with that animal. In your case, you like to go all out. Cat ears, a fluffy tail, collar with a bell, toys to play with by yourself, etc.
For just a few rare moments, you get to pretend youâre a pretty kitty with absolutely no responsibilities besides eating, sleeping, and playing. You absolutely loved doing this. It helped you relax and unwind, not to mention you felt very cute. It was harmless fun, so why only do it when Zaynes not around?
Well, the thing is, while zayne is extremely supportive and accepting of most things you do, this one feels just a little bit too out there, even for him. You worry that heâll find it weird and think youâre disturbing for it. Youâre also just not sure if you could fully be in your kitty headspace around him, or anyone for that matter. Thatâs why you do it alone and make for certain he doesnât find out. For now, youâre plenty happy to roll around on the floor, knead blankets, and bat around little plushies all on your own.
Zayne had managed to finish up his business early, now being able to come home a few days early, how lucky for him! The texts and nightly calls were just not enough, he missed you dearly and couldnât wait to get home and wrap his arms around you. He wanted it to be a surprise, since he knew how much you were also missing him too. He quietly entered the house, scoping to see where you were. He half expected you to beeline it towards him with a knife thinking he was an intruder, but nothing came. You werenât downstairs, it seems. So, he made his way upstairs and noticed your shared bedroom door was cracked. He smiled, just itching to smother you in kisses as he swung open the door.
âMy love, they let me home earlyââ
âŚ
He blinked in response to the sight in front of him. You froze, staring up at him for a good few seconds before remembering you still had ears and a tail onâŚin front of your husband. You yelped and ripped the ears off stuffing the headband beneath a pillow behind your back. You tried your best to sit in a way that hid the tail as you laughed nervously.
âZayne! YouâreâŚyouâre home early! Thatâs great, itâs very nice to see you!â You sputtered, cheeks burning. You shifted a bit and heard the soft ring of the bell on the collar still sitting around your neck. Your eyes went wide as you put a hand over your throat to cover it. Zayne didnât react for a moment, he just stared. So, you lowered your head in shame.
âWhatever you wanna say, just say itâŚâ
You didnât dare look at him, not wanting to see the disgust on his face. You were so embarrassed and ashamed right now, you shouldnât have been so open and confident about this regardless where he was! You then heard quiet shuffling, followed by the warmth of a body beside you. Then, strong arms pulled you into a hug. You were stunned, but it felt so good to hug him again, so you hugged back.
âI missed you, Iâm sorry I startled youâŚâ
By now, your eyes were glossing over a bit. You just couldnât help a stray tear falling down your cheek as you buried your face in his neck. âI missed you tooâŚa lot.â
He kissed the side of your head, and after holding you for a bit, he pulled away. He did another once over of the things on the ground, and the things you were wearing. No dramatic reaction, no disgust, just quietly observing. Then, he reached behind you to grab the ears. He inspected them for a moment. Black, fluffy, softâŚthey suited your personality well. He gently slid them back onto your head.
âI like the new look, itâs very cute on you.â
You blinked at him, caught off guard. You then startled to giggle lightly and wipe stray tears off your face. âYou donât have to say that, I know itâs weirdâŚâ Zayne only grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles. âDoes it make you happy?â You sniffled and thought for a moment, before meekly nodding. He then smiled. âGood. Thatâs all I care about.â He kissed your knuckles again before using his other hand to caress the collar around your neck. He then spoke once more. âTell me more about it, if youâd like. Unless you prefer it stay private, thatâs okay too.â
What an absolutely gorgeous man. It took a bit for you to fully build up the courage, but he was gently supportive the whole time. You finally admitted everything to him. How you like to do this to unwind, how you prefer to get into an actual cat like headspace, and how youâve been hiding it from him for a long time. He seemedâŚa bit dejected. âIâm sorry if I did something to make you feel you need to hide any parts of yourself from me, I love every bit of you.â He gently stroked the top of your head, almost like he was actually petting a cat.
You grumbled and buried your face into his chest. He was just so perfectâŚ
âNo, you didnât do anything. Itâs justâŚitâs a weird thing to be into and I wasnât sure how youâd react. I was a little ashamedâŚâ
Zayne tutted and held you closer. âIt makes you happy and it isnât hurting you, why would I be upset? Besides, youâre such a pretty kitty, Iâm almost upset I havenât seen you this way sooner.â Your cheeks flushed a bit at him calling you a âpretty kittyâ. Even more so at the fact that he is not only not at all disgusted, but heâs indulging you.
Slowly but surely, you started to integrate your kitty self into normal life with zayne. He took to it very well, too. Heâd pet you, scratch your back and head, heâd also play with toys with you. Heâd have you cuddled up on his lap, gently kneading at his shirt. You were just so happy and content with this arrangement now.
A few weeks later, zayne got you a little surprise. It was a small box, and when you opened it, you were met with a shiny tag that read âDarlingâ on the front, and âZaynesâ on the back. You were honestly shocked he went out of his way to do something like this. You were shocked, but also ecstatic. This means you get to wear a collar with his name around your neck, and he was the one to facilitate it! He wanted to indulge you, and you couldnât be more happy.
Youâre zaynes darling kitty, and you wouldnât want it any other way.
Notes: Was thinking about this at work the other day and I had to write it. I think zayne would be so supportive no matter what 𼚠Shout out to the kemonomimis and furrys đââŹ
Your account somehow popped up on my 'For You' tab, so I have a question for your Followers Special.
Do you write for Non-MC (as in anyone who isn't in-game MC)?
See Iâm gonna be honest, Iâm not entirely sure what ânon-mcâ means đŤ I had thought it was for any reader insert that just wasnât cannon compliant which then, yes, I do write for that! But I also see non-mc angst fics which I probably would not do (Iâm sensitive) like Iâll do angst fics that arenât with cannon compliant MC but I wonât do MC vs. non-mc or have you and MC be two separate individuals in one fic, if that makes sense đ¤
So technically yes (I think), just not the whole âLi chooses MC over non-MCâ thing, or having MC as a different character.
I hope that answers it, thank you for the ask! (Also feel free to comment which one you were referring to if youâd like đ)
Hellooooo, saw ur ask event and decided to drop a one in ur inbox !!
Zayne or whoever you like with someone who can't sit/stand still? Like they're always moving, shifting or jerking in some way. When listening to music, they shake their head to the rhythm and sometimes their whole body moves along too, even when sitting. When standing they're swaying in place, tapping their foot or their hands are flailing lightly at their sides. Sometimes they'd do that weird thing where they twist their legs together and that's the only way they stay put.
Just something I noticed about myself lately, because I used to always wonder why my limbs felt so exhausted and then someone pointed it out to me I move a lot lol.
Zayne has always been aware of your need for movement, itâs been there since you were kids. So now that youâre adults, it doesnât exactly surprise him that it never went away. During checkups, your feet would be swinging while sitting on the exam table, or your leg would be bouncing while sitting in the chair, or your fingers would be tapping your thighs. Whenever heâd go to take your blood pressure, heâd have to politely remind you multiple times to stay still and relax your arm.
When the two of you started getting closer and going out more, he especially noticed how you couldnât stand in one place. Youâd constantly be swaying, or switching feet or even walking away from him just so you can do something. Heâd always quietly reign you back into his orbit though. In the car, youâd be singing and dancing to whatever you put on the radio, you did not hold back. He didnât mind, he liked that you were that comfortable with him. While talking to him, you use your hands a lot as well and youâre very animated. Heâd watch you with a fond smile, he loves how expressive you are.
Because of your need for movement, it seemed to make you a bit spatially unaware. So at times where youâre really getting into a story you were telling him, flailing your arms and doing big dramatic gestures, heâd gently be guiding you around obstacles and keeping you from accidentally hurting yourself. None of this ever bothered him, he loves you and who you are, is a jitter bug. As long as you are safe and healthy, he doesnât mind your quirks.
He sat on the couch reading over some reports while you went on about something that happened the other day. He heard you pacing behind him as you ranted, then coming around the couch. âWatch the coffee table.â He murmured, not bothering to look up. He knew you well enough to know when you were in the zone, needing to release your stored up energy, you werenât aware of your surroundings. Especially the coffee table, which has been a victim of you multiple times. After a bit and you still not being able to settle down, heâd put away his laptop and suggest a walk so you could let out that energy.
In bed youâd often be tossing and turning, it could be difficult for you to settle down. So, heâd wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tight against him so you couldnât move anymore. It was honestly very affective, something about his heartbeat could just soothe you into a quiet state of calmness.
Oddly enough, you seemed to have the opposite affect. while he was at Akso reading some papers, Yvonne came up to him and gave him a strange look. She asked if he was alright, to which he replied that he was fine, nothing out of the ordinary. Yvonne said he seemed a bit antsy was all, and then left. It was just then he realized he had been swaying side to side the whole time. Seeing you do it all the time must be rubbing off on him, though, he finds himself not particularly upset about it. It just means youâve taken over another part of him, which heâd gladly hand every piece of himself to you.
Notes: Thank you for the ask! I hope I did it justice, I was just trying to think of different scenarios that would be highly plausible with him. I may have put a few ADHD reader elements in here as well but I think it can apply to anyone. He would be sooo perfect though, I need someone like him in my life đĽš
TW: Mentions of past abuse, accidental self harm? In the form of a stomping habit (bunny things)
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Your first day together
You didnât sleep at all, the space felt too open. You tried to make a little nest with the few pillows and blankets that were in there, but it just wasnât as good as finding a small, secluded area to shove yourself into. Not to mention, your nerves were on high alert. This strange situation you found yourself in has really started to sink in, and you began wondering if a fate worse than the facilities awaited you. The doctor didnât seem to have bad intentions, but youâve also never tried to read someone like him. The moments you spent with him were full of adrenaline and anxiety mostly, but from what you could gather, he seemed veryâŚcalm? Stoic, no nonsense. Heâs very blunt as well, it seems as though he doesnât have any concern with cushioning his words.
Heâs weird, you think, but thereâs somethingâŚinteresting about him. Something that makes you curious. Though, you are aware this arrangement is only supposed to be until you can find someone who wants you. So perhaps getting to know him wouldnât be such a good idea.
You ended up staying in that room all day, too afraid to leave until he got home. He didnât tell you to leave, so youâll stay. You donât want to upset him, considering you still know nothing about this man and whatâll make him tick.
It mustâve been around 7 PM when you finally heard the door open, your ears immediately perking to the sound. You still waited patiently in the guest room for him, trying to be as small and convenient in his life as you possibly could. Among your confusing feelings, guilt was also one of him. If his intentions truly are pure, this is a lot to do for a stranger. A stranger whoâs a hybrid, let alone. He said he was going to pick things up from the store for you, which you assume he did from the sound of him setting bags on the counter. That made you feel even more guilty. Youâre sure he has money, maybe thatâs why heâs doing this? Is he bored with too much cash on his hands? You honestly stopped trying to figure him out a few hours into your time being in the room.
You flinched at the sound of knocking at the door, your ears standing straight like pins. âYes, sir?â You murmured out into the open room, heart hammering.
âHave you eaten?â
That was all he said, a quiet, genuine question he asked through the door. You blinked before taking a deep breath, then clearing your throat. âUm, no. I wasnât sure if you wanted me to leave this room.â There was a long pause.
âYou are welcome to leave the room whenever youâd like. I brought some things for you, would you like me to set them outside the door?â
Ok, he seemsâŚcontent. You slowly stood up and approached the door. You creaked it open to peer up at him through the crack. âWhatâd you get..?â
He didnât react in any discernible way, simply looking down at you with indifference before walking back to the counter where everything was laid out neatly. You quietly followed after him, your nose twitching at the smell of something sweet. You took a look at the counter and it seemed to mostly be basic necessities. Thatâs all well and good, but your eyes trained on a white box that youâre sure that heavenly smell was coming from. He noticed you looking and decided to open it.
âThe bakery next to the hospital was selling cinnamon rolls, do you like them?â
You were practically drooling looking at them, but how rude would it be to steal his sweet treat? Before you spoke, he was already grabbing a plate and setting one on it. He gently slid the plate towards you, along with a knife and fork. âWe have to increase your weight, please be sure to have proper meals while Iâm not here.â
You couldnât stop the way your tail twitched when looking at the plate. How long has it been? Way too long. The last time you did have cinnamon rolls, they were from a grocery store you stole from. Things like that were especially risky for you since it was so public and getting caught meant severe punishment, but it was honestly the best thing you had ever eaten and well worth the risk. You couldnât help the gentle grinding of your teeth, eliciting a soft purring sound coming from you as you sat down on the stool across from him.
You watched as he grabbed his own and sat it on a plate. With the quiet confirmation that you were allowed to eat it, you immediately dug in. And, lord, if it wasnât the most delectable thing you have ever tasted. You had to hold yourself back from actually letting out a whimper when you put the fork in your mouth. It was warm, and so sweet, so soft. Your legs bounced under the table, unable to resist showing your joy. Zayne didnât respond, he only continued eating his own. You scarfed it down in record time, he was barely halfway through. He looked up to see an empty plate and your somewhat embarrassed, but extremely pleased, expression.
âThat was amazing, Iâve never had something so delicious in my life. Thank you, I appreciate it.â
He nodded then motioned towards the box. âWould you like another?â Your ears stood up immediately, giving away your excitement, but you shook your head and cleared your throat. âNo itâs alright, theyâre yours and I canâtââ âI got them for both of us. If youâd like another, you may have one.â
âŚ.I meanâŚheâs insisting, right?
It didnât take much convincing for you to dig into another. Then anotherâŚand another. Despite your ferocious appetite, he didnât really react much. He only kept feeding you until the half dozen was gone. To your horror, you realized you ate 5 cinnamon rolls all by yourself. You looked up at him with big, apologetic eyes. Before you could speak, he once again beat you to it. âIâll make sure to get more of them next time I go out, hopefully it will help you gain some weight.â
Zayne knows sugar and carbs arenât the best for healthy weight gain, but right now heâd take what he can get. He thought you looked rather sweet like this, with your content expression, your ears twitching lightly and icing still sitting on the corner of your mouth. You like sugar just as much as he does, it seems.
After you washed yourself up, he approached you with something else, as well.
A collar.
A pink one, with a tag on it. You blinked at him, your heart starting to race. What does this mean? Is he trying to take you in fully? You donât know if youâre ready. You thought he didnât want to claim you. Youâre still so afraidâ
âThis is so I can bring you with me without causing any trouble. You only have to wear it while we are out.â
You blinked. Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Yet, your heart didnât seem to slow. There was something dreadful forming in the pit of your stomach. Then, he gestured to your neck. âCould I check the fit, just to make sure?â You swallowed dryly before nodding once more.
However, the strangest thing happened when he tried to put it around your neck. You donât know why, but you panicked. You immediately pushed away from him and legged it as fast as you could to the spare room, slamming the door and pressing yourself as close to the furthest corner of the room as you could. Your breathing was heavy, your heart was hammering. You donât understand it, but somehow the second that collar was wrapped around your neck, you were taken back to a few years ago, with your previous owner.
The way they wouldnât hesitate to loop a finger beneath it and pull taught, choking you if you did something they didnât like. That collar became a symbol of how submissive you were to them, how submissive you had to be. Horrible memories started to resurface. Memories of being kicked, having your ears tugged on, being forced to sleep in a tiny cage. Your lip warbled as tears stung your eyes. You let out a low grunt as your foot stomped the floor from the position you were sitting in. It was a habit, you couldnât help it. It was why the skin on the bottom of that foot was entirely raw. You cried for awhile, and he didnât come in to check on you. At least, not until your wails and the thumping died down.
He eventually gently wrapped his knuckles against the door. âCould I change your bandages?â
You looked down at the bandage that is now becoming a bit wet with the clear liquid that forms when wounds are healing, and a bit of blood. At least it doesnât look like the laceration on your shin split back open. You only buried your head back into your knees, unresponsive.
He figured this would be the case, so he set the first aid kit in front of the door. âPlease clean it when you get the chance.â With that, you heard him walking away.
It wasnât that he didnât care, your sobs broke his heart, he just wasnât sure if he was the one you wanted to see in that moment. He didnât want to risk upsetting you more, so, he sat outside the door the whole time just in case you called for him. He knew you wouldnât, but just in case, he would be there. The constant thumping helped him put two and two together about the wound on your foot. He wanted to stop you, scold you for hurting yourself, even if not on purpose. ButâŚhe knew he wasnât in any place to do so. He doesnât know what you went through, but heâs sure it mustâve been something awful for you to react in such a way.
So for now, heâd be patient. It would be a long road figuring out what to do with you, but he finds himself determined to help you.
Notes: heeyyy sorry this part took a second, I was going back and forth on a few things. Did you guys know bunnies grind their teeth when theyâre happy and content? Adorable. This will probably have a lot more parts than I thought it would, hopefully thatâs ok. Thank you for all the love so far on this fic and my other works. Iâm having so much fun! You guys are great muah đ
You sat on the exam table as zayne thumbed through some of your papers, his back turned to you. You had been admiring from afar for a while now, but you knew it was just because heâs an attractive man and itâs only natural. However, something different started to seep through the cracks this time. Something ugly, and it swirled around in your stomach giving you the worst pit feeling youâve ever had.
Is it jealousy? Youâre not sure. You didnât want to think that, heâs your doctor, and your good friend! But heâs closed off about certain things. You wouldnât know certain things, and that idea was terrifying. You couldnât help but thinkâŚwas he active? Like, sexually active? The thought made you have to swallow again as your stomach did flips.
You just hadnât considered it before, for some reason. Maybe you were protecting yourself from these feelings, but you sort of assumed he didnât have time to sleep around or maybe he wasnât interested. But since the two of you started hanging out, you could see the way other women looked at him. They looked at him how you thought of him. It made you realize, he has probably been approached a lotâŚwhat are the chances heâŚ?
You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. When you opened them, zayne was already looking back at you.
âAre you alright?â
You blinked, flustered by the sudden attention, and nodded. âYeah, just feel a bit winded is all.â
Zayne immediately straightened. âWinded? Let me take a look.â He then approached you with his stethoscope. âIt could just be the way youâre sitting, but Iâd rather be safe than sorry consideringâŚâ his voice slowly was slowly drowned out by white noise as he gently pressed the stethoscope to your back.
All you could think of was his voice, his hands, his body, all of them being used while fucking some other girl.
It was ridiculous. Heâs an adult, and heâs allowed to have his needs met. You have no qualms with anyone else having experience, so why does the idea of zayne being experienced make you so sick??
Did they make him moan? Did they discover any secret sweet spots? Did they lick the scars on his arms and make sure he knows theyâre sexy and not off-putting? Did they love him? Did he love them? You hadnât even realized it, but heâs staring at you now while gently shaking your shoulder. âY/N?â
You blinked and shook your head, trying to stop any waterworks. âYeah, yeah sorry Iâm just lost in thought. Not feeling like myself today I guess.â Zaynes face didnât change, but he put the back of his hand to your forehead. âYou do feel a bit warm.â You savored the feeling of his skin on yours. It hurt to imagine him with someone else, but it would hurt worse if he wasnât in your life. So, youâll take what you can get.
The appointment concluded after he gave you a bunch of ways to help yourself feel better. You thanked him, then left his office. The moment you left, he let out a shaky breath. He hung his head as his hands curled into fists, bracing against his thighs. These appointments were getting harder to act professionally through. He had to control his emotions better.
But how can he when the one he loves, the only one heâs wanted, is so close?
Notes: mmm loosely based off this tweet. I was gonna write this for rafayel buutttt idk zayne just takes over my brain. Like, it hurts imagining it for any of them, but I feel like zayne is especially plausible which hurts more đ¤
Stalker/yandere(?) Rafayel breaks your ankles to keep you from leaving him
TW: Dark content, scary Rafayel, ooc Rafayel mayhaps sorry đ
It wasnât weird what he was doing.
He loves you, dearly, and it isnât his fault other people donât love their partners as much as he loves you. He wasnât going to change, love you less just to be perceived as normal. Heâll always have your location. Heâll always have access to all of your accounts. Heâll always make sure youâre safe.
However, it wasnât a surprise that when you found tracking devices in your uniform pocket and your purseâŚit disturbed you. You had come to him worried you were being stalked, and he responded with such genuine concern. He told you heâd figure out who was doing it and keep you safe. Then he brought up another tracker that you hadnât mentioned. You blinked at him.
âMy car..? You think thereâs one on my car?â
Rafayel immediately stopped talking, realizing his mistake. He schooled his expression back into quiet concern.
âI mean, itâs possible, cutie. This person is obviously able to get close to you and probably knows your car. We just need to be cautious, yeah?
You stared at him, he was good at saying the right things in tense situations. But now, something horrible crawled underneath your skin. A sliver of unease at the fact that maybe, just maybe, your sweet boyfriend has been the one keeping tabs on you without your knowledge. You knew he was clingy, you knew he hated letting you be without him, but would he go so far? You swallowed thickly, and shook your head.
âRight, of course.â
The next few days, you had been somewhat distant from rafayel. You hadnât meant to, and you knew the whole tracker thing was probably a silly coincidence, but that didnât stop you from tearing your car apart looking for something, anything. Nothing came of it, so, you left it at that. But the uneasy feeling lingered no matter how hard you tried to rationalize it.
Rafayel noticed, of course he did, and it made him more anxious as well. It had been days since heâs seen you and youâve ducked him 3 times now. It was like he could feel his walls closing in around him. In a last ditch effort, he asked you to come over for dinner so you could talk. To his shock, you had said okay. Now was time to get things squared away.
You agreed to the dinner just to see if heâd be honest with you, because by now, you knew it was him. Your gut screamed it was him, and it screamed he was dangerous. But youâd still try. Youâll see if heâll still put on a facade and try to deny it. You werenât fearful of him hurting you, but the psychological damage you were starting to realize he was capable ofâŚit was scary. He was so easily able to redirect conversations, lower your guard, manipulate you.
You love him, dearly, but you needed to have everything laid out at once. You didnât want him having a secret hold over you. So, you went to his place.
Rafayel invited you in, his smile warm and inviting as he wrapped you in a tight hug. âCutie! Feels like I havenât seen you in forever.â Heâs squeezing tighter than usualâŚor maybe youâre just overthinking? Either way you pulled back from him and subtly tried to step away.
âRight, yeah, I feel that tooâŚâ
He didnât respond to your obvious discomfort, instead leading you right to the dining room. There was a big feast of things you loved. He pulled a chair out for you to sit down then took a seat across from you. He grinned, bright and wide at you.
âSo, what do you think, cutie? I worked real hard getting it perfect for youâŚâ
You looked at all of your favorite dishes on the table, yet your appetite was nowhere to be found.
âRafayelâŚâ you started firmly, trying to sound sure, âIâm going to ask you something, and I need the truth.â You took a deep breath, rafayels face didnât falter. âHave you been the oneâŚtracking me? Like, Iâm fine with if you want to know where I am, but I donât like how you lied andââ
âCutie.â
âNo, and there have been other coincidences too! Iâm starting to think they arenât just coincidences anymore and youââ
âEnough.â
You paused and looked up at him. His eyes had darkened a considerable amount, and the air became ice cold.
âI donât appreciate how youâre making such a fuss over this. You distrust me so much you would try to ignore me for almost a week? What I do for you is what needs to be done. Leave it at that.â
This was itâŚthe mask slipped, and it broke. You were seeing him as his true, authentic self for the very first time. He clenched his hands into fists as he braced against the table and let out a shaky breath.
âI didnât like that. Not one. Fucking. Bit. I tried so hard to do things the right way, but you donât get to just leave me like that because you think you know something. You know nothing.â
You straightened at his tone, feeling anger build inside you. âExcuse you? Need I remind you that normal boyfriends donât put multiple secret trackers on their girlfriends?? Not to mention, I think you put cameras in my apartment, too! I knew that one photo you had of me laying on the couch in your camera roll was odd, but you said âyou just didnât see me take it, cutie.ââ You mocked his tone when you spoke as him, your indignation rising as everything started making more sense. âYou were the one who triggered my ring camera, and you were the one who kept leaving fingerprints on my window! It was you, you fucking freak!â
Rafayel sat in silence. He stared at you, eyes dark and unblinking. ThenâŚ
âIs this really how you wanna do things, cutie?â
You scoffed and shook your head. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?? Weâre dating! Why are you being so weirdââ
He flicked something at you. You blinked, then looked down in confusion at the little dart sticking out of your chest. Then you felt your limbs getting heavy and your brain get foggy. You ended up crumbling to the floor in a heap, your speech slow and slurred as you tried to keep yourself up right. âWhat the fuck, rafâŚâ
You didnât have any energy to yell, he only hushed you as he approached your side to scoop you into his arms. He plucked the small dart from your chest and set it back on the table. âI know, cutie, I didnât wanna do this either. ButâŚitâs honestly best for both of us, I shouldâve done this from the start.â He smiled and nuzzled your face before carrying you to his living room. He set you down on the floor, putting a pillow beneath your head. He then grabbed a leather strap, folding it so make it thicker before he placed it in your mouth.
âIâm very sorry for what I have to do, my love. Just know afterwards, Iâll take good care of you. I promise.â
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before standing back up. You didnât know what was about to happen, and all you could do was hyperventilate as you watched him take a deep breath. He then grabbed your foot and adjusting it to sit sideways. Before you could really understand what he was planning to do, he had lifted his own foot to crash down onto your ankle. The crack was sickening. You screamed, you think, but you werenât exactly in your body at that moment. Nor were you when he did it to your other ankle as well.
You kind of disassociated for a good few hours after. He had you cuddled up on the couch, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.
âIâll never let you go, my beloved sea bride. And as long as you never try leaving me again, I wonât have to hurt you anymoreâŚâ
From then on, you were his. Fully, and completely. đ
Notes: this is kinda ass sorry đ¤ once again another âI just had to let it outâ situation. Anyways uhh scary raf ftw :3
It wasnât like he never thought it would happen, not necessarily. When you started dating, he had hoped things would progress to this point, but he also was alright with if it didnât. You are the most wonderful thing to have ever entered his life and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel pressured. Your comfort and just having you in his life took top priority. But now here he was, looking up at your gorgeous, flushed face from between your legs.
You wouldnât have known this at first, but he had been preparing for weeks. Months, even.
Research of all kinds, trying to ensure heâd have the right technique if (when) the time came. He was obsessed with it, enamored with the idea of going down on you especially. He researched everything else too, of course, but there was a special emphasis on the best ways to give oral. He wanted to turn himself into a tool you could use for your pleasure. He wanted to impress you, blow you away with how good he could make you feel. He wanted to be good for you.
There was definitely a lot of insecurity he had built up inside him due to being inexperienced. It wasnât that he wanted to be able to name a bunch of women who were notches in his bed post, no, he just wanted to prove he could be everything youâd ever need. He had the money, the stability, the shoulder to lean on, the only thing he lacked was sexual experience. So he dove head first into research, hours and hours spent collecting as much info as possible. He would take notes and, hell, he even practiced using fruit. There was one thing he was sure ofâŚhe would be prepared and he would be confident.
Except, being face to face with your clothed core, able to see a darkening wet patch in the middleâŚyeah, that confident bit was a tad more difficult than he had expected. He honestly was in awe that he was actually in this position right now. Weeks of guilty fantasies and secret exploration had actually led up to the real thing. It was odd, the first thing he did, but he couldnât help it. He pressed his nose right to your core, his eyes fluttering shut as he took a deep breath. The sigh he let out was so shaky, so overwhelmedâŚyou had never seen him so undone. The sight of him inhaling your scent made you flush a bright red, unsure how to react to such an action.
He looked back up at you, keeping his face pressed to your core as he reached up to grab your hand and thread his fingers through yours.
âMy apologies, I have imagined this for a very long time. You wonât mind if Iâm thorough, will you?â
You blinked down at him, the warmth in your face becoming hard to ignore. He sounded soâŚgone? Like he was doing everything he could to not lose himself. You were used to his icy, firm tone he used professionally, or his softer tone he had adopted only with you over the past few months youâve been dating. Not this breathy, desperate one that made heat curl low in your belly. You swallowed thickly before reaching your other hand down to card through his hair. He lifted his head to reach your hand easier, looking at you with pure adoration.
âI donât mindâŚIâve been wanting this for a while too.â
He smiled at that, grabbing your hand to gently kiss your knuckles. âThank you, darling. I promise Iâll make you feel goodâŚâ
With that, you removed your hand and he dove right in. He began to kiss around your inner thighs, even nipping lightly at times. He knew that he had to build up to the main course, no matter how badly he just wanted to shove his tongue into your leaking hole. After light kisses and licks over your panties, he finally reached for the hem of the garment, looking to you for permission.
âMay I, darling..?â
You nodded and lifted your hips for him to pull them down your legs and set them off to the side. When he looked back, wowâŚthe view was just too beautiful. He let out a shuddering sigh as he took her in. All her gorgeous folds, how she glistened, how soft she lookedâŚhe mustâve been staring too long as you had started to whine and try to shut your legs. He gently held them open.
âDonât hide, youâre stunningâŚâ
You blushed and hid your face in the crook of your elbow. He chuckled lightly, reaching up to grab your hand once more.
âDo you need a moment? I can be patient, no matter howâŚdifficultâŚit may be.â He said the word difficult with a quiet shakiness. Oh, he was desperate for a taste.
You shook your head, inhaling deeply before setting your arm down.
âNoâŚIâŚI want your mouth on me, zayne. I need itâŚâ
And that was all he needed to hear. It was like a switch flipped in his brain, one that made him dive into your pussy like a man starved. He snapped, he lost control, he couldnât help it! He tried to take it slow, but hearing you say you needed him? Gloves off, he was gone. And oh, god, your taste. You had already smelled and looked divine, but the taste was better than anything his imagination had conjured up. He knew from that moment alone that he was hooked, and he could never go without it.
His dick was rock hard, straining against his slacks. There was an obscene wet spot by his tip where he had been leaking since he got on his knees. He found his hips were grinding into nothing, and he was wholly unable to stop himself from doing so. The slight friction from his pants just felt too good.
You cried out above him, your free hand now firmly rooted in his hair as you started to rock against his mouth. This must be what heaven is like, he thought. He was getting the cues you were close, so he really began to focus. He suckled gently on your clit which earned him a tug on his hair and a whine of his name. It only took a few more licks before your back arched and your orgasm ripped through you. He held your hips down and attached his mouth to your clit as you rode out your high. Honestly, it was so intense it was almost like he orgasmed as well.
Well, thatâs because he did. Sometime during your orgasm, he had also managed to spill into his pants. Though, he wasnât worried about that right now, being more focused on savoring every last bit of your slick before finally pulling away, cheeks flushed and panting. He hadnât even taken his glasses off, so now they sit askew on the bridge of his nose. They were foggy, so with a shaky hand he plucked them from his face and sat them on the couch beside you.
You both just caught your breath for a moment, taking in the afterglow of such an intense, first time experience. That was when he looked down and seen the mess he made of his slacks. He blinked rapidly as he started to understand what happened. He had then set his head to rest on your thigh, the tips of his ears burning.
âThat wasâŚincredible. Are you sure youâve never been with anyone else?â
You had no idea the research and effort he put into this, and he planned to keep it that way.
âI have not, I suppose my knowledge of anatomy is just proving even more useful than I thought.â
You panted together in the quiet living room, your hand gently running through his hair. You had caught a quick glimpse of the dark patch on the front of his slacks, making you realize just how good it felt for him too. You smiled to yourself, but kept quiet as you didnât want to further embarrass him. As you both finally came back to earth, he peppered your lower half with gentle kisses.
âThank youâŚfor allowing me to have you this way.â He murmured, before pressing another soft kiss to your inner thigh.
âThank youâŚfor having me.â You murmured back, just as blissed out as he was.
Needless to say, the next time he went down on you wasnât far in the future. He was addicted, and there was no stopping this new craving of his. đŠˇ
Notes: erm anyone else like a good âmale love interest cums in pantsâ scene? Just me? Sigh, alright đ once again apologies if this reads like shit, I just needed to get it out of my system đ¤¤
(This is completely disregarding that one music festival section in his idol card because in my heart he is 100% team harm reduction đŠˇ)
We all know by now that zayne is into metal and electronic music, so I say heâd have absolutely no qualms with listening to EDM with you. Whether that be in the car, at home, or at raves!
Heâs not really a dancer in any of the myriad of forms that come with raving, usually preferring to just absorb the music stationary or with a small head bop, BUT I do think he is an occasional headbanger. And perhaps you can convince him to try jumpstyle, but good luck, heâs a bit lanky so it can be hard for him to figure out how to move his legs.
He would definitely be the rave mom type, Fanny pack and hydro pack on standby. He carries electrolyte packets, first aid, testing kits, narcan, etc. Heâs always checking in with you every so often to make you drink water as well as making sure you eat enough. He knows how easy it is to get lost in the fun atmosphere and forget to take care of yourself, so he lets you get lost and has himself be the one to bring you back when needed.
While zayne doesnât like others looking at you, heâd never stop you from dressing how you like, especially in a festival where everyone dresses fun. If anything, heâs glad heâs there to make sure youâll be comfortable and have fun with dressing up. He can fight, heâs not worried about it. He also carries all of your things so you can show off your cute little outfit. Heâs holding your phone, fan, pashmina, flow star, everything.
Zayne wasnât exactly familiar with the rave scene until you, despite his enjoyment of electronic music. The first actual rave he went to, he kept getting targeted for sprouts, strangers passing by him and clipping little green plant clips to his clothes or hair. Lots of people felt the pull to give him kandi as well, probably something to do with how out of place and rigid he looked. By the end of the night, he was covered in colorful pieces.
You started telling him all about PLUR and kandi and trinkets. It intrigued him, so youâd have kandi making sessions sometimes where youâd make bracelets together and heâd tie them just right to ensure the didnât come undone. His had phrases like âhydrateâ and âtest before you useâ ⌠which was basically only letter beads but he found it to be an important message so you just shrugged and tossed it in the bracelet pile. You told him to make some more fun ones and the best he could come up with was âkandi loverâ with a lollipop charm due to his sweet tooth. Good enough.
Now, he did draw the line at you doing any sort of hard substances. Alcohol was alright because it came from the venue and he could keep an eye on it himself, but other things? He didnât like the idea of you 1. Getting involved with that stuff and 2. Getting laced. I think he would be just barely ok with mushrooms, seeing as he is familiar with their medicinal qualities and they are natural, but he is doing everything in his power to make sure set and setting is good for you. He has beta blockers on hand as well for anyone having a bad trip.
All in all zayne loves to rave with you and is always ready to help someone in need. He is beloved by your local community and heâs found himself to really enjoy these expeditions with you. đđŹ
It had been a few hours since zayne left you in his car. He kept it turned on so you could control the temperature and music, but he took his keys. Not that you planned to do anything with them anyways, you didnât exactly know how to drive. Regardless, it was the most comfortable you had been in awhile. You first took a nap in his back seat, the leather being rather nice and your belly being full for the first time in a long time had immediately lolled you to sleep. Then, once you had woken up and it still wasnât time for him to get off, you started to explore.
But to be honest, there wasnât really anything to explore. He had no decorations, no customizations, not even a single stain could be seen. It couldâve been a rental car for all you know, but he had told you he was a heart surgeon. You were pretty sure doctors and surgeons made big bucks, so a rental wasnât likely, he just was this boring. At least, you thought that until you climbed back into the passenger seat and started to snoop through his glove compartment.
You found CDâs. They looked pretty intense honestly, the skulls and dark colors really helping you understand what the music is like. Regardless, curiosity got the best of you as you opened it and put it his CD player. The songs were just as intense as the covers. Guitar, drums and yelling seemed to be its basis. You sat in silence, just absorbing this new media. You hadnât expected the doctor man to be into something like this. You kinda liked it.
Meanwhile, zayne was just clocking out. He grabbed two more cakes from the cafeteria before heading to his car. As he got closer, he heard the faint, familiar sounds of drums. It was only when his car was in view, he realized it was coming from his car. As he got closer, he could hear it clear as day on the outside. He opened the drivers side door, which made you jump. He immediately turned down the incredibly high volume.
âYouâll hurt your ears playing it that loud.â
You blinked at him, your heart still hammering from him startling you. You nodded, your fluffy ears folding down as you felt a bit embarrassed he caught you. âSorry, I just liked how the vibrations felt.â Cute, he thought. Zayne then took a seat in the drivers seat and set his briefcase in the back before handing you another packaged cake pastry. âItâs alright. Were you okay in here?â Your ears immediately perked back up and you took it from his hand. You nodded as you undid the wrapper. âYeah, I took a nap. It was pretty comfortable.â You started eating your pastry as you eyed him in your peripherals. âAre the CDâs yours?â
âWhose elseâs would they be?â He asked simply as he fully started the car and started to pull out of the parking spot. You shrugged and left it at that, still a bit nervous interacting with him. You filed his enjoyment of metal under the other interesting things youâve learned about him, though.
His penthouse was just as boring as his car, honestly. It was quite grey and looked like it had been pulled from a minimalist home decor catalogue. He told you to make yourself at home, but it was hard seeing as you havenât had a home in a couple years. Being this dirty as well, you wouldâve felt bad setting yourself anywhere regardless, so you awkwardly stood in place as he prepared the guest bed.
When he came back out to see you just standing there, he wasnât really surprised. âHow about we get you cleaned up?â You shifted slightly on your feet before nodding and limping your way over to him so he could show you the bathroom.
He went through how to use his shower, as well as gently undoing the bandage he had applied earlier. âYou can use my shampoo and body wash for now, but Iâll make sure to go out and get some for you tomorrow.â He set his hand on a neatly folded stack of clothes on the counter. âYou can wear these afterwards. Theyâll be quite big on you but Iâll make sure to get you some other things to wear tomorrow as well. Iâll also tend to your wounds again after your shower, so let me know when you are done.â
With that, he gave you privacy. You carefully stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over your frail frame. It had been a long time since you had a proper, warm shower. So many things you havenât experienced in so long, so much kindnessâŚit was all just so overwhelming. You couldnât understand how you found yourself in this situation, but you started to cry regardless.
You stayed sitting under the shower stream long after you stopped crying and got yourself clean, the warmth was just too nice. But eventually, you realized he probably wouldnât be happy with how long youâve been using his shower. Heâs already shown you enough kindness, donât be selfish. So, you got out, dried yourself, and got dressed. His shower products smelled nice, and so did his clothes. He had given you a loose sweater and some sweatpants that had a drawstring so you could at least keep them on your hips.
You were a bit scared to see him, still feeling bad for using so much of his water. Nonetheless, you peeped outside the door and looked both ways down the hall to see if you could spot him. He had told you his name was Zayne by now, but you still felt awkward referring to him as such.
âSir? IâŚIâm done showering.â You called out into the quiet air. After a beat, you heard him from a room down the hall. âIâll be right there.â You still werenât entirely sure how to read his tone, but that didnât stop anxiety from bubbling up in your stomach. Your previous owner would let you know they were angry, so not knowing was uncharted territory. However, when he made his way to the bathroom, he politely knocked. âAre you decent? May I come in?â You swallowed thickly, trying to push down this stubborn anxiety. âYes, come in.â
He said nothing. No mentions of how long you took whatsoever. He only asked if the water was alright, but besides that, he seemed unbothered. Despite this, you desperately wanted to let it be known how sorry you were, but he wasnât even giving you the opportunity! Eventually the anxiety bubbles over and spilled from you as he was wrapping your foot again.
âIâm sorry I took so long. I hadnât meant to, itâs just been awhile since Iâve had a proper shower and the water felt so nice and I lost track of timeââ
You had started to ramble, yet zayne only watched you quietly. Once you were done, you looked like you were going to throw up from anxiety, shoulders bracing for something that wasnât going to come.
âItâs alright, I assumed that would be the case. Donât worry about it.â
You blinked at that reaction, still staring at the ground. Hm. Honestly, you didnât know what you were expecting, but just like that, your anxiety melted away as you let out a shaky breath. âThank youâŚâ
He only nodded. With that, he stood, âI must go back to reviewing some papers, the guest bed is set up and you may help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Thereâs also a pad of paper on the counter, write down anything you need, or would like, and Iâll pick it up tomorrow after work. Let me know if you need anything else.â With that, he left the bathroom and went to what you assumed was his office.
Zayne went into his office, shutting the door with a quiet click. After he did, he started to disassociate for a moment. His heart was doing little flips after seeing you in his clothes like that, smelling like himâŚbut you were such a nervy thing. Something inside him desperately wanted to soothe that deep rooted anxiety. He wanted to give you everything you could ever desire, he wanted to be your safetyâŚit was an odd feeling. He had been essentially floating through his life up until now, just going through the motions, but all the sudden heâs feeling the pull of purpose. Itâs ridiculous, he thinks. Just his mind playing with him after being so emotionally vulnerable and tired these past few days. Weeks. Months.
It doesnât matter. Heâll ignore these silly thoughts and just help you get back on your feet til you can find a new owner, thatâs all.
Notes: Ok so I wasnât gonna make multiple parts to begin with, but Iâm finding myself getting carried away đŤ so I hope 3-4 parts will be alright! I canât wait to get into the fluffy bits that originally sparked this idea :3
How you went from living on the streets, on edge at all times and unsure where your next meal would come from, to lounging in your very own owners lap, fed and loved will always baffle you.
Zayne found you by the garbage outside of Akso hospital while on the way to his own personal hiding spot so he could get away from the chaos of the hospital. Things were overwhelming, and while he usually was steadfast and could handle it, this time he needed a moment to just sit and be by himself. At least, he wouldâve been by himself, until he turned a corner by the large bins outside to see a very skinny girl trying to peek inside them. Your clothes were rather dirty, as was the rest of you. You wore a blue slip dress with some white shorts underneath, and your hair seemed to be wrapped by a scarf. You were barefoot, one foot wrapped with what looked like old bandages.
While your senses were normally keen, you were too focused on trying to reach a bag of old food that you had watched get thrown away. You had realized the hospital was pretty consistently throwing out useful items, so you stuck around in the back often for scraps and supplies. What you hadnât expected, was a stoic doctor to clear his throat right behind you.
You squeaked, so startled the you had lost your grip. The wound on your foot made it so when you instinctively put pressure on it, your knee buckled and you toppled off the bin. However, you didnât hit the ground. Something solid had caught you before then, but your eyes were screwed shut so you hadnât seen. When you realized you werenât falling anymore, you opened them to be greeted by hazel eyes and a handsome face.
âAre you lost, or are you without an owner?â
His question made you blink before you realized your scarf came undone and your ears were now exposed. Yelping, you scrambled out of his arms. When you landed on the ground, you pushed yourself against the side of the dumpster, eyeing him as you held your hands over your ears. You knew if you told the truth, that you were abandoned, he may call for hybrid control to take you away. You couldnât go back to their facilities. So instead, you tried to put on a brave face.
âI have an owner.â
Zayne watched you carefully, his hands held up to show he wasnât a threat. âIs that so?â
You bit your lip, pushing further to the dumpster. âYes, actually. They are justâŚin the hospital. I came to visit.â Was it a good lie? No, of course not, regardless it was all you had.
âHybrids arenât supposed to be out without their owner,â he stated simply. âYou wouldnât have been allowed in anyways.â He nods in your direction. âIs your foot injured?â
You glanced down at your foot, the blood soaked bandage started to unravel slightly after getting snagged in your haste. âNoâŚI just think it gives me more ankle support.â A bold face lie, as you desperately tried not to put pressure on it.
Zayne only nodded before sighing. âLet me at least clean it for you. If you stay right here, I can grab a first aid kit with some clean bandages.â He was aware of why you were so wary of him, hybrids not being allowed to roam freely without an owner and all. You most definitely thought he was going to turn you in, but he wasnât planning on it. He truly just wanted to help, something about your state just being too pitiful to ignore.
When you didnât budge, he pressed more. âI could grab you something to eat as well. Thatâs what you were after, right? The bag of nearly spoiled food in there?â He tilted his head towards the dumpster.
As much as the logical side of your brain was screaming at you to take this chance to run, your stomach growled. Was there really a chance this doctor could just be a nice man who truly wanted to help? He hadnât reached to call anyone yetâŚwhat if he does come back with fresh bandages and a meal? You havenât eaten in far too long, and it began to cloud your judgment. So, against your instincts, you nodded. Zayne also nodded, âStay here, and stay hidden. Iâll be right back.â With that, he made his way back into the hospital to grab what he had promised.
On his way back inside, he couldnât help but feel his heart ache. He had always felt bad for hybrids, their lives were quite unfair. He never wanted one of his own due to this, not wanting to participate in this toxic culture. ButâŚyour fluffy little earsâŚyour boba-esque eyesâŚthat sweet little cotton tail. You were too precious to leave helpless, so he was going to do what he could to ensure youâd be okay.
Meanwhile, anxiety tore a hole in you as you waited. What were you doing just sitting there?? What if he actually isnât a good man and doesnât try to turn you in, but does something very bad to you? This was a bad idea, a very, very badâ
The doctor returned, a sling bag over his shoulder. You looked up at him with big eyes. He sat in front of you, removing the bag to sit it in his lap. He opened it to pull out a sandwich, a bag of carrots, another of apple slices, a packaged cake pastry, and a water. You eyed him cautiously as he slid the items towards you.
âI was unsure what youâd like, so I just grabbed whatever was readily available in the cafeteria. I hope itâs alrightâŚâ
You snatched the sandwich, opening it and sniffing it suspiciously. Once you decided it was ok, you began to devour it. Zayne was unfazed as he pulled out the first aid kit and began to unpack it.
âPlease allow me to see your leg.â
Reluctantly, you stretched your leg towards him. He unwrapped it with careful ease, not batting an eye at the wound once it was revealed. It looked as if your skin was rubbed raw by three layers on the bottom of your foot, and there was a decent sized laceration on your shin. He quietly got to work cleaning it. You squeaked at whatever stingy liquid he had settled on your wound, to which he murmured apologies.
After the sandwich, you dig into the cake, nearly eating it whole. He glanced up at you, figuring he should try to connect a bit more. âThose little cakes are good, arenât they? I like to snack on them throughout my day.â
You didnât say anything, but it was interesting to you that such a stoic man, a doctor, liked to snack on cake during the day. What an odd guy.
He didnât take offense to your silence. Once he was done cleaning and patching you up, he gently ran a hand over the bandage. âDoes that feel better?â
A sharp nod was all he got as a response. Zayne nodded back and removed his hand.
Zayne noticed you had eaten everything except the carrots. âDo you not like carrotsâŚ?â
You huffed, âno, Iâm full enough. I donât want them.â
Zayne tilted his head slightly, âyouâre a bunny hybrid who doesnât like carrots?â
You squinted at him, practically glaring daggers, âthatâs a stereotype.â
Zayne blinked, thinking it over for a moment before nodding. âMy apologies, I shouldnât have assumed.â
There was a quiet pause before he spoke again, âI donât particularly like carrots either, they taste evil.â
He delivered that line so deadpan and with such a straight face that you couldnât help but crack a smile. That smile turned to a giggle. Zayne liked hearing that. He then cleared his throat.
ââŚDo you truly not have anywhere else to go?â He asked softly, completely disregarding your earlier lie that by now, you know that he knows is a lie. You sigh in defeat, shaking your head.
Zayne contemplates for a moment, then he grabs your scarf and ties it over your head again. âKeep this on, Iâll take you to my car. You can stay in there until after my shift, then Iâll take you home with me.â
You blinked. Home..? With him..?? He wanted to take you home? You didnât exactly know how to feel. Youâve already been abandoned once, butâŚheâs being so kind to you. Do you really have a choice, though? Itâs either go with him, inevitably get caught, or die on the streets.
Zayne knew this as well. You were injured, you needed time to rest and recover, maybe even put some weight back on you? He wasnât sure how long heâd keep you, but he couldnât in good conscience just leave you out here. And honestly, not being alone for once could be nice...
âAt least for a little while, until we get you sorted.â
You thought it over for a moment. Youâre tired, honestly. Itâs been 2 years youâve been on your own, and you just want a chance to lay your head down. People have tried taking advantage of you before, butâŚthis feels different. You think so, at least.
So reluctantly, you chose to go with him.
Notes: There will be a part 2 about actually living as his bunny đ¤
It was a lazy Sunday in which your days off had finally aligned. Zayne wasnât going to be called in and Jenna had practically begged you to take a break for your own health, so now you had the day all to yourselves. You stayed curled into zaynes side on the couch as you caught up about the little things you had experienced over the past few weeks. While you would text about it and talk a little at home, it was a bit hard with how busy you both were.
Somehow the conversation shifted to TMI things you knew about your coworkers bedroom lives. Things you had heard eavesdropping, or from Tara, who was even more of a gossip than you. Zayne would tsk and tell you itâs not any of your business and to respect their privacy. Despite this, he was still intently listening and asking about details. You knew deep down, heâs just as nosy as you are.
âFucking 3 strangers in one night is actually crazy though, donât you think? I mean, more power to him I guess, but thatâs so much sweat andâŚfluids of people you barely know. I couldnât understand, honestly.â
Zayne let out a quiet huff. âI wish the general populous were more worried about getting tests done before they engage in any sort of intimacy. Itâs troubling that STDâs arenât more of a concern.â You chuckled a little before speaking, âIf I remember correctly, you didnât have me take any sort of tests before the first time we made loveâŚâ You bit your lip, nudging him teasingly.
Zayne was unfazed. âI was willing to catch whatever disease you had.â
You gawked at him. âZayne Li, thatâs terrible!â
A small smirk then graced his lips. âI also have access to your medical records and would often request the labs to test you for a multitude of things, just to ensure you were healthy.â You blinked at him. ââŚis thatâŚethical?â Zayne only shrugged. âI donât particularly care whatâs ethical when it comes to your health.â
ââŚâ
You only let out an amused hm before continuing your chat.
Zayne who gets super embarrassed when he gets hard while making out with you for the first time đ¤¤
The last few dates youâve had with zayne since realizing your feelings for each other have been wonderful. He is a perfect gentleman and ensures you are enjoying yourself at all times. But due to him being a perfect gentleman, no moves have been made besides a chaste peck on the lips when he dropped you off from your last date. And now, you were starting to wonder if he desired you the way you desired him.
You were shameless in your desire for him by yourself. Every night, your pillow held his name and you could only cum thinking about him. You didnât exactly feel guilty, figuring itâs only natural in response to a 6â1 hunk of a man who respects you before anything and is incredibly intelligent. Heâs sexy, basically, but you didnât want to make any moves for fear of scaring him off. You know zayne well, and you know that he tends to get avoidant when he runs into something he canât handle, so for now youâll accept the fluffy dates and cry his name into your pillow later.
Zayne, however, felt differently about that subject. Now, it wasnât that he didnât find you attractive, not in the slightest, but the guilt he feelsâŚitâs overwhelming. Heâs touched himself to you before, and it made him feel so incredibly ashamed of himself. The fact that it was photos off your instagram that had got him going as well, he felt like a monster. You were just innocently going on sweet dates with him, wanting to be closer with him, and spend time with him while he couldnât help acting like a pervert. Despite the guilt, he could never stop. It was a cycle. He wanted to make sure you felt loved and respected before anything, so he only acted on his desires in private, dealt with the guilt, and waited for you to make any kind of move.
Now, you both sit on his couch watching some silly movie. He had an arm wrapped around you, far more used to physical affection now. Your fingers were laced together and he couldnât help the warm, fuzziness in his chest. You were just so good, the best thing to ever happen to him. You idly chatted about the movie until you were just staring at each other for a moment. You laughed lightly, which made him nudge you a little.
âJust whatâs so funny, miss?â
You looked back at him with a grin that was just too hard to hide.
âYou areâŚvery handsome. Iâm getting flustered looking at you.â
He felt his own cheeks warm at that, but laughed it off, trying to remain smooth.
âThatâs quite a compliment, coming from someone as gorgeous as youâŚâ
He said it so softly, so sweetlyâŚyou couldnât help but melt when looking at him. You lightly bit your lip before leaning forwards to peck him on the lips. This time, you barely pulled away before deciding to go back in for another. Then another, and then another, each getting a bit more drawn out and sensual until you were kissing him deep for the first time.
Zayne had responded well to this, enthusiastically actually. He didnât realize that his lips were moving on their own and just trying to get more of this incredible, fireworks sensation. Slowly, the kiss deepened. He felt your tongue politely lick the seam of his lips, almost asking permission.
How could he say no?
In this mess of tongues and saliva, you had started climbing your way into his lap. He was perfectly willing, at least, he was untilâŚ.
Ah!
Your soft gasp pulled him out of his haze to suddenly realize, you just sat directly on his erection. His incredibly obvious erection. His erection that had given him a nice, big, wet patch right on the front of his grey slacks. The way white noise crowded his ears was something he hadnât really experienced before.
Pure, unadulterated shame and embarrassment.
He immediately lifted you off his lap with his hands under your arms, like you were some sort of doll, and set you on the other side of the couch. He, on the other hand, stayed as far away from you on the other side as humanly possible. His posture stayed rigid as he clasped his hands over his lap and stared at the ground. You had never seen him get so red. By now you were still kind of confused, at least until he spoke.
âI apologize, that was incredibly inappropriate of me and I should have better control over my body. You didnât ask for that.â
The poor manâs ears were on fire as he delivered thisâŚapology with such straight edge professionalism. But his eyes fluttered, the quick blinks betraying his nervousness. As hard as you tried not to, you started to laugh.
Zayne took this the wrong way, hanging his head lower and letting out a shuddering breath.
âIâm aware Iâve made a fool of myself and I understand if youâre having any second thoughts.â
Your laughter slowed when you realized that this was real to him. He was embarrassed, like actually embarrassed. So much so, he thought you mightâŚstop seeing him?? This ridiculous man. You sighed softly and scooted closer to him on the couch.
âZaynie, are you serious? Do you really think Iâd have second thoughts over this?â
He seemed to desperately want to run away from you as you got closer, but he managed to stay put.
âI would not blame you, you did not consent to that. Please, if you are too uncomfortable with this situation, I will take you home now. Or I can call an Uber for you, Iâd pay of courseâŚâ
You sighed and tilted your head at him.
âZayne, do you want to know something?â
He didnât respond but you kept going anyways.
âI touch myself thinking of you all the time.â
Zayne froze, eyes fixed on the floor as he processed that information. Then, as is a habit of his, his eyes fluttered with rapid blinks as he looked up at you.
ââŚyou do?â
You smiled fondly at him.
âYes, most nights. Does that bother you?â
Zayne blinked some more, then looked down at the floor again.
âNo.â
You let out a quiet huff and reached out to grab his hand from where it was rigidly hiding his shame.
âGreat, then weâre both desperate perverts, yeah?â
It was like that clicked something in zaynes mind. He spoke slowly.
âSoâŚyou want meâŚintimately?â
âOf courseâŚâ
âAndâŚyouâre alright with me wanting youâŚintimately?â
âZayne I fuck my hand almost every night just wishing it was yours.â
ââŚâ
Zayne let out a shaky sigh, seemingly having trouble holding himself together. Then, he turned to make proper eye contact with you and hold your hands.
âI would like to make love to youâŚâ
You couldnât help but grin at that. Blunt, as always.
âItâs about time.â
Notes: No I donât care that you think zayne would be more confident than this or if this is ooc. My fic, my rules đ¤¤
You could say the two of you were homebodies, you and rafayel. He loved going out and doing things but if his cutie wanted to stay home in bed with him, who was he to say no? 9 times out of 10 heâd much rather cuddle with you all day doomscrolling over whatever was in his itinerary. So it was no surprise this day you two remained in bed, rafayels hand under your shirt as you scrolled through YouTube shorts of sea life documentaries. Heâd pipe up with what heâs personally seen and how he feels about certain marine life in the videos here and there.
âThoughts on sunfish?â
Rafayel scoffed. âHonestly, they get a bad rep from that one Reddit post bullying them. Now everybody hates sunfish all the sudden and like, yeah, theyâre lazy and kinda useless but who cares? If I could get through life without having to lift a finger, I would. Most sunfish Iâve met are chill, truly, the hate isnât justified.â He sighed as his thumb started to mindlessly stroke your waist.
You giggled softly, turning to look at him. âYknow I didnât expect you to show such compassion, considering your judgement of humans.â You nudged him. He pinched lightly which made you yelp. âYeah, well, most humans are selfish and greedy. I donât feel bad in that judgment consideringâŚyou know what.â He murmured the last part lowly. Ever since heâs started being more honest about his missions to save lemurians and his past, you felt closer to him than ever. It felt good to be so trusted.
âYeah, I would say thatâs fair. Iâm not too fond of us either just from things Iâve seen on land.â You sighed softly. Rafayel removed his hand from your shirt to gently smooth your hair down. âNever you, though. Youâre different.â He mumbled softly, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. âYou help remind me itâs not all bad. How could it be if itâs where you came fromâŚ?â There was a softness in his tone, something you didnât witness too often.
You smiled softly, cupping his cheek. âIâm glad you see things that wayâŚIâll always be your partner in crime, no matter what.â You kissed his palm. Something warm unfurled in his chest. He just felt so lucky. He couldnât help but lean in to kiss you. Then again. And againâŚhe peppered your face with kisses until you were begging for mercy.
Rafayel is definitely the type to always be touching your tits when youâre lounging. Doesnât matter if theyâre only a handful or they spill out between his fingers, he loves your boobs. Youâll be doomscrolling together and he has a hand under your shirt at all times. Itâs not even sexual a lot of the time, he says it just feels nice and soft and warm. He essentially takes your bra off for you the moment you get home, massaging your shoulders then your chest gently. Your breasts truly are a wonder to him and deserve constant attention. At times while lounging, heâll even start playing with your nipple. Lazy circles, tugs and pinches 𫣠he swears itâs just cuz he needs to fidget and wellâŚyouâre tits are right there đ¤ his hand between them, playing with your nipples, squeezing them, anything as long as heâs that close to you đŠˇ
being married to your childhood sweetheart should be the pinnacle of happiness in your life⌠but when he returns from the war, he is no longer the man you once knewâchanged, distant, a stranger with familiar face. will you attain your true love in this lifetime?
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âangst, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, jealousy, fluff, explicit smut, hurt/comfort, lady!reader and lord!zayne, based on zayne' card entwined kites
notes:
the allure of lord zayne... yeah, that, prince rafayel and some angsty dose is the plot <3 tagging @hachisenshi @cherrywinetuscany @rjreins @redrookrising as per request
Lady of Anlan.
For years, that title was not something you covet. When you were first promised to Zayne, he had neither titles or rankâjust a humble son of a small lord with a big heart and shy smile.
Yet you fell in love with him with such ease, as he did too for you.
And yet, that honorable title fell into your hands the moment you married him, now better known as the the Lord of Anlanâ
A man who is not the gentle boy you once knew. He was now cold, detached, and unwilling to spare you even a trace of the warmth he once showed so freely.
It was such a stark contrast that you were left reeling. Six months into your marriage, reality bore little resemblance to the life you had once imagined.
You had once thought your home with Zayne would be warm with laughter, shared meals, and soft conversations lingering late into the nightâa place that breathed with comfort simply because the two of you were in it together.
Instead, the halls of the grand mansion granted by the emperor were coldâspacious, immaculate, and lonely.
âMy lady, here.â
The voice startled you out of your daydream, snapping you back to focus as your handmaiden, Yvonne, wrapped the shawl around you.
Oh, right. Today you were accompanying your lord husband for his audience with the emperor.
. . .
The journey to the palace was smooth. You sat demurely within your palanquin, lulled by the steady rhythm of the horsesâ steps. Now and then, Zayneâs voice carried through the air as he issued clipped commands to his troops.
And before you knew it, your entourage had arrived at the royal palace. The palanquin doors swung open, and the first thing you saw was your husbandâs stoic expression.
âMy lady,â he muttered, grayish hazel eyes stern, offering his hand to you to assist you out.
Your heart pricked at the sight before you. Zayne had always been steadfastâbut before all this, he was never rigidly formal with you like this.
âOne day⌠I will become the greatest general in the land. Will you wait for me until then?â
The memory rose then: a younger Zayne, red-faced, thrusting a jasmine flower into your hands as he stumbled through his confession. It made your chest ache even more.
The things he saw in the wars turned him into this version before you, you believed. Maybe, to him now, the tenderness you once shared during your childhood no longer held any meaning at all.
You took his hand.
âThank you, my lord,â you replied with equal stiffness, gripping his hand. You didnât dare look at him while he led you forward.
Yet you still took comfort in one thingâhis hold over your hand never wavered, not even as the two of you came to stand before the emperor himself. It was only when he had to let go of you that he did.
âWhat a pleasing sight it is to see you, Lord of Anlan!â
The emperor was headstrong yet a jolly individual. From his elevated dais, he greeted the two of you with open warmth. Zayne answered with a restrained bow, and you quickly followed his lead.
The emperorâs attention then shifted to you. âAnd I trust the Lady of Anlan has been well?â
âI am well, Your Majesty,â you replied, fixing a polite smile in place. âThank you.â
However, you had a feeling that the emperor didnât actually care about you at all, as the way his sharp gaze lingered on you sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine each time.
He soon turned his attention back to Zayne, and the two spoke at length about matters concerning the fief. Thenâ
âIs something troubling you, Your Majesty?â Zayne asked, putting on a mask of a concerned subject.
âOh, yesâyes,â the emperor said with a faux chuckle. âThere is something that has been bothering me...â
âAnd what might that be?â
âWell, the princess royal is still in search of a husband. Itâs giving me a headache as she insists on someone just like you⌠Itâs such a pity you turned down my proposal back then, Lord of Anlan...â
You could feel his hot stare on you, and he continued, âHad you accepted the princessâ hand, you would be part of the royal family by now.â
You clenched your fists. It was not the first time this had been mentioned, and each time it was brought up, it always left a bitter taste in your mouth. Zayne had indeed refused a royal marriage decree and chosen you insteadâbut did he somehow regret that choice that it left him cold and distant to you all this time?
If so⌠why hadnât he broken off his betrothal with you back then?
. . .
By the emperorâs command, both you and Zayne were to remain in Yunshao for a timeâresiding within the imperial palace itself.
The two of you were showed to your temporary chambers, and the moment you stepped inside, you let out a sigh. Behind you, Zayne paused, noticing your weariness.
âAre you tired?â he asked.
You opened your mouth to answer, but the words halted. And in that hesitation, something in your expression must have betrayed you.
âYou look unwell,â he observed, tone thoughtful. âIf the travel has strained you, I will have the physician summoned.â
âThat isnât necessary,â you replied quickly. âI am fine.â
The silence stretched. He was watching youânot coldly, not warmly either, simply assessing. Then, as if deciding something, he spoke again.
âI will be entertaining the princess royal shortly,â Zayne said, his voice returning to that familiar, careful neutrality. âHer Highness has arranged for it. It would be improper to refuse.â
The princess, again. The woman who had once sought him as a husband never seemed to miss an opportunity to summon him whenever he was within palace walls. Lowering your gaze, you were silently irked.
âDo you⌠have to go?â You asked before you could stop yourself.
âYes.â
A default, logical answer. You had expected this but somehow your heart still hurt regardless.
âI see,â you murmured, the words felt hollow even to your own ears.
Zayne didn't linger. As he turned and walked toward the door, his steps were quiet.
And the space between you suddenly felt wider than the vast halls outside your door.
The palace was a world of its ownâlavish courtyards, lotus ponds glimmering beneath carved bridges. Servants moved like shadows, each bowing, each whispering, each watching.
Yet none of those gazes ever lingered on you for long.
You were the Lady of Anlan, yesâbut not a lady of imperial blood. In a place where lineage was currency, you were a mere generalâs wife. Polite smiles were given, greetings exchanged, but you passed through the palace halls like a quiet breeze.
Zayne, meanwhile, was constantly summonedâcouncils, briefings, private audiences. You saw him only at night, and even then not much that could be talked about.
And so, you learned to occupy yourself quietly. Reading beneath shaded pavilions. Feeding the koi in still waters. Watching the sky shift from pale gold to indigo behind tiled rooftops.
It was during one such day that the palace stirred with unusual excitementâan envoy had arrived from Zhaole.
It was Zhaoleâs prince himself who had come to negotiate trade routes. You paid it little mind at first as foreign politics had nothing to do with you... until you were summoned to attend the audience.
You stood at your designated place within the grand hall, slightly behind and to the right of Zayne, when the doors opened.
âHis Highness, Prince Rafayel of Zhaole, has arrived!â
Silk banners bearing unfamiliar insignias unfurled as the entourage entered. At its center walked a man whose presence seemed to bend the air around him.
Prince Rafayel was clad in white robes embroidered with cerulean and gold-threaded waves, the fabric flowing like water with every step. His long purple hair were striking. Exceptionally refined and handsome. There was something artful about him, like a masterpiece aware of its own beauty.
His eyes swept across the hall lazily at firstâmeasuring ministers, skimming over the servantsâ
And then they stopped. On you.
For a fleeting second, you wondered if you were mistaken. But noâhis gaze sharpened, as though he had found something unexpectedly intriguing among a sea of expected faces.
And a second later, he smiledâat you, before he resumed his walk.
The prince came to a halt before the dais and offered a bow for the emperor.
âI bring greetings from Zhaole,â he said smoothly, his voice clear as a plucked string. âI am Rafayel. I trust Yunshaoâs hospitality will not disappoint.â
The emperor responded with booming warmth, welcoming him to the court. Formalities were exchanged. Polite laughter followed.
But you would never expect what would he do next.
As the formal greetings concluded, Rafayelâs gaze suddenly shifted towards where you stood beside Zayne.
âMy apologies,â Rafayel said lightly, tilting his head with deliberate curiosity. âI do not believe I have been introduced to the lady standing beside the esteemed Lord of Anlan.â
The hall grew quieter. You felt Zayneâs posture stiffen imperceptibly, and youâcaught beneath the weight of the princeâs attentionâfound yourself momentarily at a loss.
The emperor chuckled. âAh... that is the Lady of Anlan.â
Rafayel stepped forward, not too close to breach decorum, but close enough for both your and your husbandâs discomfort.
Up close, his smile softened, eyes gleaming faintly.
âOh, Lady of Anlan...â he repeated, as though tasting the title. Then, inclining his head toward you in a gesture that was respectful, yet strangely personal, he said, âIt is a pleasure, madam.â
And that was how you went from being overlooked to the subject of every whisper within the imperial palace.
âHey⌠did you see what happened earlier?â
That evening, the palace held a banquet in honor of Zhaoleâs prince.
The grand hall was transformed beneath the glow of lanterns. Music drifted softly through the air, accompanied by the quiet murmur of noble voices and the occasional ripple of laughter.
âThe imperial prince of Zhaoleâ he specifically greeted the Lady of Anlan!â
And yet, Zayne wasnât amused in the slightest.
It was one thing for his wife to become the subject of palace whispersâthat alone was enough to draw attention he did not welcome. But it was another thing entirely to realize that his wife had caught the interest of a royal prince.
Zayne didnât show it openly. His expression remained as composed as ever, but throughout the night, the faint crease between his brows lingered longer than usual, and his gaze would settle on you often.
It was most probably nothing, he told himself. A passing curiosity. A princeâs fleeting amusement in a foreign court.
Across the hall, you stood beneath the lanternlightâradiant without trying. You, his childhood sweetheart, had always been a dear to him.
You still are.
After he was done conversing with an official, he made his way towards you.
âMy lady,â he greeted quietly. You jolted at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.
âMy lord,â you replied.
Once, you had called his name freely, whenever you wanted. You would tug at his sleeve, demanded his attention, laughed without restraint. Zayne didnât like this formality between you, honestly.
âTake a respite if you are tired,â he said then, mostly out of concern. âYou have always disliked attending banquets.â
You let out a quiet sigh. âAnd you have always endured these far better than I ever could.â
When had your relationship become this strained? There had been no single argument that shattered everything. No cruel words spoken in anger that could not be taken back.
Only distance. Distance that crept in so quietly neither of you had noticed until it was already too late.
Zayne inhaled slowly. He didnât want to say it, but he couldnât remain silent eitherâ and so he did:
ââŚDo not get too close to the Prince of Zhaole.â
You frowned faintly, seemingly not taking his words well. âWhat are you implying?â
âI am saying,â he began slowly, âthat you should not allow his attention to draw you in.â
However, contrary to your usually docile demeanor, your expression hardened immediately.
âIâm not so naive.â
âI didnât say you were.â
For a moment, you simply stared at him. And then, you pulled back slightly, your chin lifting. âYou speak as though Iâm incapable of judging character for myself.â
That was not what Zayne was getting at at all, but you were already irate. âI donâtââ
âYou entertain the princess, a woman who tried to make you her husband,â you went on, eyes sharp. âSo tell me, why is it acceptable for you⌠but not me?â
Zayne held your gaze. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The music swelled faintly around you, but the air around you felt cold.
There was a lot he wanted to say. That you were not meant for another manâs curiosity. That you are reserved for him only. That to him, you were precious more than anything.
But he knew better than to say it aloud, because you already looked at him with resentment.
âTake care of yourself.â He finally left you with those parting words.
He had never been a man of excessive affection or one to indulge in sweet words. Love, he believed, was best proven through stability, protectionâthrough ensuring that you would never lack comfort nor security.
âLord Zayne!â
But to give you everything, he was bound to give himself to his duties first.
Zayne held back a sigh and turned towards the voiceâthe princess royal, a vivacious woman trying to attract his attention, and forced a straight face.
âYour Highness,â he greeted evenly.
His fingers tightened around the stem of his cup, the cool porcelain grounding him.
. . .
While the banquet was lively, the laughter felt distant, the lanternlight a little too bright against your tired eyes. After the argument with your husband, you were honestly considering to retire for the night.
Your chest still felt tight.
It felt like an ache you could not soothe, because you honestly had enough of everything in this marriage. You wanted a husband who was present, not just dutifulâ and Zayne wasnât really fulfilling what you really desired.
You exhaled quietly, intent on leaving the grand hall behind. Howeverâ
âMy lady.â
You were stopped in your tracks. The velvety voice came from your right. You turned.
Prince Rafayel stood nearby, dressed in darker robes of burgundy, the candlelight catching in the gold embroidery. Up close, his gaze was as intent as it had been earlierâunabashed in its attention.
He inclined his head politely, lips curved in a bright smile. âI trust the palace has been treating you well.â
You lowered your gaze in courtesy, once again bewildered by his presence before you. âHis Majestyâs hospitality is generous. I lack for nothing.â
âIs that so?â he questioned lightly, âIs it just my imagination then... that you donât seem particularly fond of it?â
The comment caught you off guard. You looked up at him, startled. His expression softened, as though aware he had stepped too close to something unheard of.
âForgive me,â he said, lowering his tone. âItâs merely an observation. I suppose when oneâs husband appears to be too close to a certain princess, youâre bound not to enjoy the evening.â
His gaze flickered across the hall, and you instinctively followed his line of sight only to see your husband with the no-nonsense princess, ever composed and attentive. You looked away.
âThey say the Lord of Anlan is unmatched in the battlefield,â Rafayel began idly. âThat he drove back the pirates without mercy and won the Emperorâs favor through sheer merit alone.â
âYes,â you said softly. âHe did.â
Rafayel glanced back at you, studying your expression.
âThey also say,â he continued, âthat he governs Anlan with fairness. That the people trust him. That he is a man who does not bend easily, nor does he offer himself cheaply to gain favor.â
Everything he said was true. Zayne was always steadfast. Honorable. Respectful. He had always been that wayâeven as a boy.
âYes,â you admitted quietly, a smile slowly forming in your lips. âHe is.â
Rafayel watched you for a moment longer, as though weighing something. Then, he reached for a nearby tray and lifted a cup of sweetened wine, offering it towards you.
âWhile all of them might be true, even the greatest man does not stand alone. Behind him is a woman just as remarkable. You must not diminish yourself beside him, my lady.â
Your breath stilled. An imperial prince was telling you that you were worth more than what you thought you were.
âYou may not be a princess,â Rafayel continued, his voice warm but certain, âbut you are in no way lesser. Everyone here knows it to be trueâor at least, I do.â
Your cheeks flushed from the heat and flattery. âYour Highness... Thank you for your kind words.â
Prince Rafayelâs gaze held yours with quiet sincerity, still smiling. Your fingers closed around the cup before you could think better of it.
âAnd right now, you are far too lovely to spend the evening looking as though the world has wronged you.â
You let out a small breath you hadnât realized you were holding, and raised the cup to your lips.
The wine was sweet. Warmer than you expected, and the slight bitterness loosening something tight within you.
âYes, just like that... chin up, my lady. The lanterns favor you better that way.â
You hadnât realized how much you needed it.
Rafayel said nothing more, merely gesturing lightly when another tray passed. And when your cup emptied, another found its place in your hand.
And then another.
The warmth spread slowly through your limbs, softening the sharp edges of the evening. The distant laughter no longer felt so piercing. The ache in your chest dulled, and replaced by a fleeing sensation and your own laughter.
You drank, and drank... perhaps more than you should have.
But for the first time that nightâ
It became easier not to look across the hall.
At some point, Zayne realized he had not seen you in a while.
The moment he found a lull in his conversation with the princess, he excused himself at the first opportunity. His eyes swept the grand hall, but you were nowhere among them.
A faint unease settled into his chest, until he passed by his personal guardâ
âMy lord,â he bowed slightly.
âDid you see the lady?â
âI believe the Prince of Zhaole was seen escorting Her Ladyship out to the western terrace.â
Zayneâs eyes hardened. He immediately made his way towards the said terrace. He found you at lastâ
And Prince Rafayel stood beside you, too close for his liking.
âMy lady, are you sure youâre fine?â
And youâ
âAm fine! Iâm fine!â
Your hand rested against the stone railing, posture swaying, your cheeks flushed and gaze watery. Flash of anger immediately filled Zayneâs sense at the sight.
Rafayel noticed him first and he turned to him courteously.
âLord of Anlan,â the prince greeted smoothly, his expression calm. âI was merely keeping your lady company. It seemed the evening had become tiring for her.â
Zayne moved past the prince, taking big strides without acknowledging him.
ââŚMy lord husband?â you murmured, voice soft when your eyes finally landed on him. Zayne immediately reached for you.
âY/N,â he whispered in your ear, trying to ground you. But you staggered and crashed into his chest. His jaw tightened as he pulled you into his embrace.
That accursed prince had seen you like this.
âI shall take my wife back,â he said through gritted teeth.
Rafayel inclined his head with easy grace, putting on an easy smile. âOf course.â
Zayne put his arm around your shoulder, steadying you. You leaned into him instinctively as he led you through the quiet corridors, away from the prying eyes.
By the time you reached your chambers, your steps had grown even more unsteady. He guided you inside carefully, dismissing the servants with a glance before they could speak.
Your husband sat you gently on the edge of the bed, meanwhile you were still trying to get your bearings, blinking slowly.
âAre you alright? Do you feel dizzy?â Zayne asked, unable to conceal the worry in his voice. His hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing lightly against your warm skin, frowning deep. âIâll get you some water.â
Your gaze followed his every movement as he crossed the room and poured water into a cup. He knelt before you again once he was done, holding the cup carefully toward your lips.
âDrink,â he coaxed gently.
You stared at cup of water. Then at his hand. Then at him.
Then, with clumsy defiance, you pushed the cup away. Splash!
Water sloshed over the rim, spilling onto his robe and the floor below. Zayne froze.
However, not caring about it at the slightest, you raised your hand abruptly, your finger pointing at himâ
âYou terrible, detestable, wickedââ
You might be slurring, but your eyes burned with clarity as you spew profanities at him:
ââhusband!â
The last word left your lips and you slumped. Throughout the years you had been with him, Zayne had never seen you so openly wounded like this. He stared at you, at a loss of words.
You swayed where you sat, your arm falling limply back to your side.
âYvonne said Iâm pretty,â Your nose scrunched faintly as you sniffled. âMy maids said Iâm pretty too...â
Zayne tried to reach for you again, but you refuted his touch.
âAnd Prince Rafayelââ you continued, sounding borderline delirious, âHe said Iâm no less than a princess... So whyââ
Your lashes were wet, tears blurring your vision, and your lips trembled as you glanced up at him:
ââam I not enough for you?â
The question pierced him cleanly. Zayne felt something twist inside his chest at the sight of you. He knew that with everything that had happened, you were bound to resent him. But he had loved you... still loved you even at right this moment.
He closed the distance between you then, gently and firmly taking your face in his hands before you could turn away again.
âEnough?â His voice dropped, dangerously close to breaking. His hazel eyes searched yours as if trying to carve the truth directly into your heart. âYou are... You are more than enough.â
His thumb brushed away the tear that fell down your cheek. Something flickered across his expressionâ the hurt, but when his eyes shifted to your lips, it was replaced by something far more possessive.
âAnd youâ must only look... at me.â
And then, Zayne crashed his lips into yours with fervor. One hand on your waist, he pulled you flush against him. The taste of salt lingered between you, your tears mingling with the heat of his mouth.
âMmm...â You gasped into the kiss, fingers instinctively clutching at his robeâstill damp from the water you had spilled.
He softened only slightly then, angling his head, kissing you slower but deeper. His thumb traced along your jaw, coaxing you to respond, to open for him. And when your lips parted for him, he groaned, before inserting his lips to tangle with yours.
Each kiss lingered, pressed harderâuntil you melted into breathless sighs against his mouth.
When Zayne finally pulled back, his grayish hazel gaze held yours with such intensity that made it impossible to look away.
âYou are more than enough,â he repeated, voice hoarse. âYou undo me.â
His hand slid to your cheek again, gentler now, almost reverent.
âAnd if I have failed to show you that, then thatâs my failing.â
You were half-conscious and all thoughts emptied from your head, spellbound by the restrained desire in your husbandâs look.
His thumb traced your lower lip, swollen from his kisses. âDonât measure yourself against another manâs gaze.â
He would show you how you meant to him, he vowed.
âFor mine has never left you.â
. . .
Six months into marriage, and you had learnt that your husband wasnât as gentle as he looked in marital bed.
With practiced fingers, he worked fast on the laces of your robes as he guided you to the said bed. He kissed the path from your lips to your throat, nipping at your skinâ and at the same time, he palmed your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipples in slow, deliberate circles until it tightened beneath his touch, sending a sharp, aching warmth through you.
âZayne...â you gasped, arching to his touch.
âTell me what you want, wife,â he growled against your ear, flicking your nipple in the process, making you squirm. âTell me.â
Words failed you as his kisses grazed your collarbone, leaving love bites there. He followed the path from your shoulderâ and you were in for a ride when he took your erect nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
A cry slipped from your lips, your nails digging into his hair. The sensation was overwhelmingâheat pooling low in your belly, your breath coming in uneven gasps as your husband shamelessly suckling you.
He held you firmly, feeling every tremor running through your body and intended to draw out each one. But suddenly, he lifted his head, lips glistening and eyes dark with lust. âI want to hear you first.â
âI...â your breath hitched, swallowing the shame. âI want your... mouth.â
âBeg.â
You fingers curling weakly against the sheets. âYour mouth, pleaseââ you breathed out, heat blazing on face, âall over me.â
His lips quirked into a satisfied smile. âAs you wish, my lady.â
And with that, Zayne moved to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, his sinful tongue swirling before he bit down gently on the flesh.
âMmph!â you moaned, head falling to the pillows. His mouth was relentless, and true to his word to fulfill your desire, your husband made sure you were sated with his mouth first.
He rained hot, open-mouthed kisses on throughout your chest and abdomen next, and stopped just below your navel, dark eyes clouded with predatory haze.
The thought that he very much could get you swollen with his child after this night was through made himself hard. If his seed were to take hold within you tonightâ even Prince Rafayel would know better.
His hand tightened at your waist, before his lips pressing into the softness of your folds. You gasped, grasping his hair, as he devoured you down there.
And in no time at all, your lord husband made you come on his tongue.
âAhâaaah...â Your thighs trembled around him as pleasure washed through you.
He is cruel... You were hazy with drunken lust and tears, but but you no longer cared enough to resist.
âStopâŚâ you whimpered. âJust⌠make love to me alreadyâŚâ
Your husband's hazel eyes turned to you, slightly widened at your bold plea. âIs that truly what my lady wishes?â
You glared at him. âYes.â
And he honored your wish without hesitation. Zayne rose, shedding his garments with swift movements. His magnificent length sprang free, thick and hard, his hand closing around it as he stroked himself slowlyâhis eyes never leaving yours.
Your lord husband is very, very tantalizing, indeed...
He moved over you, settling his hips between your thighs. One hand wrapped around himself as he dragged his length slowly through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. He pressed against your entrance, the tip nudging there before he stilled, dark eyes once again confirming yours.
âAre you ready to take me, wife?â
You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him closer. âPlease, Zayneâ now.â
And with that, he pushed himself into you. You writhed, broken gasps spilling out of youâthe way he stretched you was perfect, sinking into you slowly, making you feel every inch of himself.
Zayne grounded you by resting his forehead against yours, groaning into your mouth like a beast in heat. âPerfect,â he choked out.
When he began to move, you lost all your wits altogether. His thrusts were slow at first, each one reaching inside you impossibly deepâ âAh, ah...!â
But the rhythm did not stay gentle for long. It grew steadier, more insistent and faster. The lewd sound of skin slapping resounded in the room, your breathless moans mingled with his harsh grunts.
âLook at me,â Zayne commanded, voice rough. His hand came to your chin, turning your face toward him. âLook at your husband.â
You forced your eyes open, meeting his captivating gaze. In that fleeting instant, you thought you saw everything reflected thereâlust, the aching need to be closer than flesh could allow, love.
He adjusted his angle, and suddenly struck that one place that made you cry out. âT-there!â
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he aimed for that spot again, and again, relentless in his pursuit. Your vision blurred, your cries filling the room, clutching his shoulder helplessly as his unforgiving fingers found your clitâcircling and rubbing it, driving you closer and closer to the brink.
And a second later, pleasure crashed through you without mercy. Your walls clenched around his girth, and the feeling of how you pulsed around him pulled a rough sound from his throat, losing his control at last.
He thrusted deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of his cum filling your wombâ sowing a part of himself in you.
The first thing you noticed when your eyes fluttered open was the warmth.
Soft, steady warmth wrapped around you, and golden sunlight filtered through the window, spilling across the bed in beams. For a moment, you simply lay there, suspended between sleep and waking, your body heavy.
Then you became aware of something else. An arm draped securely around your waistâ
Your breath caught as the memories of the night before flickered faintly at the edges of your mind.
Last night, you and Zayne were...
You unwittingly let out a gasp, and your voice woke your husband.
Behind you, Zayne stirred. His hold tightened instinctively for a second, as though even half-asleep he refused to let you slip away. A low murmur brushed against your earâ
ââŚYouâre awake.â
His thick voice sent a faint shiver down your spine. You slowly turned in his arms.
You were greeted with his beautiful face. The familiar line of his jaw. The faint crease between his brows as sleep gradually left him. The dark grayish hazel of his eyes as they focused fully on you.
It had been so long since was in your bed. Long enough that waking up like thisâtangled together, bare beneath the sheets, his warmth still wrapped around youâfelt almost unreal.
Your lips parted, but no words came. Instead, your eyes grew glassy, emotion rising too quickly for you to contain. The sight of him made your chest ache.
âY/N?â he asked quietly, catching your forlorn expression. A realization dawned on himâ
His arm loosened at once, withdrawing from your waist as though your skin burned him. He shifted back, putting a small distance between your bodies.
âI wonât touch you again,â he said, voice steady, the spark in his eyes dimmed. âIf last night was⌠a mistake in your eyes, then it will not happen again. I give you my word.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. After enduring days and nights of feeling unwanted, to experiencing the most pleasurable night in your lifeâ only to him to spew this nonsenseâ
âYou stupid, stupid lord!â
Before he could react, you seized the nearest bolster and smacked it against him. Zayne blinked, completely caught off guard as you struck him again.
He instinctively grabbed the sheets to cover himself, trying to shield his face from your assault. âWifeââ
âHow dare youâ!â you snapped, hitting him again. âYou have ignored me for literal months, always busy with that damn princess, and then bedded meâ only to say that?!â
Another blow landed against his shoulder.
For a man who commanded armies and terrified courtiers with a glance, Zayne looked utterly defenseless as you continued your attack, his hair disheveled, sheets barely clutched around his waist.
âYouâre awful!â you continued, your voice trembling now for an entirely different reason. âI thoughtââ
Your arm faltered mid-swing, your grip on the bolster loosened. âI thought you didnât want me anymore,â you choked out, the first of your tears falling.
The way you teared up made Zayneâs expression change instantly. He moved before you could turn away, his hands found your wrists, drawing you closer despite the awkward tangle of sheets between you.
âHow could I not want you?â His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching the tear there. âMarrying you⌠has been my goal from the very beginning.â
Your breath hitched. The memory of that spring replayed in your mindâs eye once again: âOne day⌠I will become the greatest general in the land. Will you wait for me until then?â
Zayneâs jaw tightened in regret as he pulled you into his embrace.
âBut apparently it was just the start, not the end. After our wedding, I thought that my duty next is to ensure you never has to want for anything. That if I build enough stability⌠enough wealth, then you would never feel lacking. And in doing so, I neglect something far more important.â
His other hand rose to cradle your cheek fully now. You found his steadfast gaze.
âYou.â
Zayne leaned his forehead lightly against yours.
âIâm sorry,â he said, and this time there was no pride left in his voice. âI should have treated you better. I should have been beside you more. Not just as your husband in nameâbut in truth.â
âYouâre so silly.â You stared at him through your tears, poking his chest. âAll this time⌠you thought I only needed wealth? Security?â Your fingers curled slightly in the fabric of the sheets between you. âI was right here, and yet you strayed so far away.â
If being silly was what would get you with him, then so be it. Zayneâs eyes softened in a way few people would ever be allowed to see.
âThe girl who chased fireflies with me in the jasmine fieldsâŚâ he smiled despite himself, picturing the little you who were always full of laughter for him. âWhen I asked her to wait for me, I also vowed that I would never let her experience any hardships in life once she came to be with me...â
You shook your head immediately, your hand sliding higher, resting over his heart firmly.
âI wanted to marry Zayne,â you said, looking at him with a frown. âNot the Lord of Anlan.â
Something in his expression broke thenânot painfully, but like frost melting beneath the first warmth of spring.
His forehead rested against yours once more, his eyes closing as though savoring the closeness he had denied himself for far too long. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, and in that touch was his love for you.
âAnd you did,â he whispered. âYou married a man who loved you long before he ever became anything else.â
âForgive me, Your Majesty, but I canât prolong my stay within the imperial palace any further. My wife wishes to return home, and I donât have it in me to deny her. As for the princess⌠I am certain a worthy match will present himself in due time. I humbly ask that Your Majesty refrain from summoning me again for this matter.â
Zayneâs voice was calm and unwavering as he stood before the throne, posture straight and expression composed, facing the ruler of the land himself. The emperor saw the the of you off with thinly veiled exasperation, but this time, Zayne didnât bend, nor did he seem troubled by the emperorâs displeasure.
He had chosen you, and from now on, he would continue to do so.
. . .
Preparations for your departure followed swiftly. Your servants and handmaidens moved with practiced efficiency, gathering belongings and readying the palanquin. Yet their eyes lingered, subtle curiosity passing between them as they noticed the unmistakable change.
âHave you seen them?â
âHis Lordship hasnât left her side once.â
âIâve never seen him look at her like that beforeâŚâ
Their voices carried in hushed murmurs, behind sleeves and lowered gazes, and you pretended not to hear, only greeted them with the brightest of smiles.
When the time came to board the palanquin, he turned to you and offered his hand openly, a faint, reserved smile resting upon his lipsâone meant only for you.
The servants fell into stunned silence as you placed your hand in his, almost in awe at the picturesque sight of their dashing lord and beautiful lady. It was a simple gesture, one they had witnessed countless times before.
But this time, there was clearly something different in the air.
He helped you into the palanquin carefully, his touch steadyâas though you were something precious beyond measure. And this time, he didnât ride the horse, but went inside along with you.
ââŚI think theyâve reconciled, at last,â one handmaiden murmured softly.
âItâs about time,â the lordâs personal guard sighed.
A faint, heartfelt smile appeared on Yvonneâs face. âOhh, Iâm glad!â
And truly, they all were.
They had always admired himâtheir stern, unyielding lord, a man of discipline and honor.
And they cherished youâthe generalâs lady, whose kindness had touched every corner of Anlan.
To see the two of you now, no longer separated by silence but standing side by side as husband and wife⌠It felt like watching very first blossom of spring unfurl after winter.
And as the palanquin began to move, carrying you home, Zayne never once let go of your hand.
