cosmoszyn

[cosmoszyn]

zayne with a five-year-old daughter who loves carrots.

in fact, her absolute favorite—the one she looks forward to every single meal as her current hyperfixation.

as his wife, you try not to feed him meals that consists of what he calls an abomination of a vegetable. but as the mother of his daughter, however, you knew her nutrition comes first and your husband’s pickiness comes second.

so when dinner rolled around serving your two sweethearts some curry, you can’t help but always be amused by the scene across you.

zayne picking apart his food, setting aside the carrots while your daughter reaches over to his side and jabs into the vegetables using her fork all the while conversing with each other.

“and then daddy she turned into a silly red panda! but she didn’t tell her mommy at first…” your daughter babbles, licking the sauce off the crevices of the carrot.

“why didn’t she?” zayne muses, scraping another one onto the side of his plate.

your daughter takes a big bite of the vegetable before standing from her chair again, one hand propped on the dinner table and reaching over to the discarded food from her father’s plate.

“i dun’ know…” your daughter mumbles a reply, her tongue sticking out from the corner of her lips in concentration as she attempts to prick onto the carrot. zayne watches her focus on her mission with a slight tug on his lips, trusting that she will complete her task successfully.

and when she manages to pierce through the vegetable, a large grin forms in her face, “but i think she was scared of her mommy, daddy,” your daughter finally replies.

zayne hums, watching her stare at the carrot with awe. you can’t help but return the gesture to your small family. your hand reaches over to zayne’s, lightly clasping over it.

“zayne, honey, are you sure she’s your daughter? she’s looking at that carrot the same way she looks at you,” you ask with that teasing lilt.

your husband turns to you with that deadpanned expression you’ve accustomed with when you say something absurd.

but before he can even provide his usual remark, your daughter exclaims, “daddy is my daddy! he needs to eat carrots too!”

now how is he supposed to reject the love of his life like that…

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I NEVER LEARN BECAUSE I JUST OPENED TWITTER AND SAW CALEB AND HIS GINORMOUS DICK OUT WHAT THE FUCK JESUS CHRIST HEHELDKDKDKdmccm

im never fucking opening twitter at work again bc wdym i left my phone on the pantry table for 2 secs and unbeknownst to me, naked rafayel with his balls and dick was flashed across the screen this whole time 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cosmoszyn]

You were sitting beside Xavier when everything unfurled. The night was young, Tara gabbled repeatedly all the way from the Hunters' Association to the nightlife district of Linkon. Despite already joining them in their small victory celebration after a tedious mission with the wanderers, Simone found it not enough. She insisted that you needed to blow off steam, pouring you shot after shot of that vodka-based lime drink. You didn't mind, you had Xavier right beside you, who never touched a single bottle the entire evening.

In your inebriated state, you try to scoot away from your boyfriend, certain that your colleagues had no idea of your relationship and you intend to keep it that way. However, Xavier made it terribly hard to be away from you. Whenever Simone poured you another glass, you would find your boyfriend pressed beside you like Velcro against your skin without a single word from his lips.

Tara tried to engage him in the conversation, Simone attempted to call him out on his behavior, and Andrew tested to see if Xavier would laugh at his jokes directed to him—all to no avail.

Xavier would be reserved in his responses while still clinging to you, like he was observing how drunk you could get. At some point in the evening, you ignored his advances and focused on your friends.

Until you see a familiar face in the crowd.

Under the dim lights of the club, with the music pounding in your eardrums, a person emerges from the shadows, his lips forming a tight line. You didn't catch his presence at first, engrossed with the laughter echoing across your table and basking in the warmth of Xavier's company. You could feel the growing boredom from him as you blabbered about the new device Simone produced.

The man stops at your table, directly across you, with his fists tightly clenched beside him.

"I didn't know you started drinking when we broke up."

The familiar voice catches you off guard, whipping your head in his direction.

Great.

"What are you d-doing here?" You mustered, slurring over your words. You could barely make out his figure until he stepped into the light. It was your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

He gives you a scoff as a reply, "I could say the same to you." He points to the empty bottles scattered across the table and the filled glass of tequila in your hand. "The last time I checked, you don't drink. And now you do?" He rolls his eyes, "What, your silly boyfriend forced you to do so?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, a frown etched across your face. Simone opened her mouth to lash out at him until Xavier cleared his throat.

"I don't think it matters if she drinks or not."

All of you turn your stares to the man sitting beside you.

Xavier takes the glass from your fingers gently, sloshing the liquid and ice around its rim. You all stare at him incredulously, and you are about to speak up to tell your ex-boyfriend off until Xavier chugs the alcohol in his hand.

At least you thought he chugged it down.

Because the moment the glass was empty, he grabbed both sides of your face with his hands and smashed his lips against yours without any warning. You yelp at his sudden aggression, and the resounding gasps from your colleagues ring in your ears.

Xavier places his thumbs on your chin, urging you to part your lips. You can feel yourself getting weaker and dizzier by the second, your eyes half-lidded. You can feel the ice-cold liquid swishing from Xavier's mouth into yours, making you guzzle down the tequila down your throat. Streaks of the fluid escape the corner of your mouth, dripping down to your lap. He tightens his hold on your jaw, his eyes gazing down into your intoxicated state.

You can feel your crotch throb in anticipation as your boyfriend wildly takes you in front of everyone, tongue lapping up the remaining tequila mixed with your saliva. A muffled pornographic moan escapes your lips as he suckles on the wet muscle, drool dribbling down your chin. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs clenching together, searching for any relief from the heat of the moment. Xavier groaned against your mouth, pushing himself further into you, prepared to mold himself into your body. You could feel his weight pressing into you, his eyes continuing to stare at you, becoming helpless and putty in his hands by the minute. Xavier's tongue swipes across your lips, tasting the faint alcohol from earlier.

You swear any minute now, you could get kicked out with how Xavier smothers you alive. You barely even register how your ex already stomped out of the scene seconds ago and how your colleagues could only watch you two with owlish eyes. Xavier trails one hand away from your face, down, down, and down to your chest.

You can feel his fingers hovering over your clothed breasts, and with feeble hands, you push away your boyfriend from completely swallowing you whole.

He pulls apart with labored breaths, eyes fixated on your panting chest. Your surroundings begin to spin, and you have completely forgotten the presence of your friends beside you. The bass from the speakers pounds across your heaving lungs. Xavier continues to gape at the rise and fall of your boobs.

"Xavier, can you at least pretend to not ogle at her in front of us?"

"That's what you are concerned about?!"

idk what the hell is this :p i couldnt stop thinking abt this scene at work and thought xavier would be the most likely to pull this shit without a care

[cosmoszyn]

tiny spoilers on zayne’s wedding card!

zayne and mc’s conversation during the scene where they were dancing through the library also reminded me of this fic that i wrote a couple weeks back 🥹 especially these lines:

GRAAAAGH user cosmoszyn found pathetically yearning for zayne (again!)

"zayne, have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?"

he hums, "of course."

"what do you think of it?" you ask, looking up at him from the confines of his embrace.

"it's the concept of how miniscule actions can lead to a significant change in your life, correct?" he asks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"correct, dr. zayne," you affirm with a giggle. "do you believe it?" you ask, tracing circles over his clad chest.

"not necessarily. why do you ask?" his right hand reaches for your trailing fingers, enclosing yours in his palm.

"mmm, nothing much. it just got me thinkin'..." you trail off, slipping your hand away from zayne's loose grip to brush your fingertips against the scars in his skin.

"would you mind telling me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asks, letting you continue your strokes.

you pause for a second before you continue grazing his arm across his chest once more, "what if we didn't meet each other when we were kids? i wonder if would we still know each other today," you murmur, eyes fixated on the faint drawings you make with the shadows of his sleepwear.

he lets you finish your heart outlines with his initials beside it before raising his arm to reach out to your hair, "hmm, impossible," he replied.

you jut your lips forward in curiosity, "impossible?" you question.

"impossible," he confirms.

the creases between your brows deepen, "why is that?"

"well," he begins with a murmur, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting your head upward to meet his longing gaze, "i'd like to believe that no matter decision i may have made in the past, all roads lead to you."

zayne brings his hand over your cheeks, cupping over it while slowly caressing your skin.

"and i'd like to believe that even in my past life, i found you," he declares, his breath fanning your face.

with a glint in your eyes, you ask, "what would you be in your past life then, zayne?"

your lover glances up at the ceiling in contemplation, loosening his grip on you, "i could be a foreseer," he replied.

"that's oddly specific," you laugh.

zayne's lips tug upward at the sound of your melodious voice, "or perhaps a master of fate?"

"now what does that even mean!" you cackle, eliciting a breathy chuckle from him.

"i'm afraid i have no idea either, my love," he says, running his fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms closer to him, melting further in his hold. "maybe you're a prince in your past life, zayne," you say with a grin.

"a prince?" zayne asks.

"yes, a prince of a very powerful kingdom and you're my soulmate," you continue, nuzzling closer to his chest. "i see. if i'm a prince, then does that make you a princess in your past life?" he guesses.

you shake your head, "no, that's too boring. i think i'd be..." you trail off with a hum, pondering over the career your past self would take, "perhaps a bartender," you finally say.

"a bartender?"

you nod with your eyes closed to which he frowns, "not a knight or a soldier?" he continues.

"i've had enough of chasing down wanderers in this life," you joke.

"but my love, you do realize i do not drink?" he says, peering into your space. "hmm well, then that just means you have to look for me harder," you tease, pressing your lips onto his exposed collarbones. zayne releases a breathy laugh, "is that so?"

you hum in agreement.

"well, fear not then, dear bartender. this prince will find you no matter what," he quips, propping himself up with his elbow and leaning into you. you peek at him being mere inches away from you. you see the sincerity in his irises, his touch lingering over your waist, and the heat radiating off his body contrasts the freezing weather.

he catches a glimpse of your lips before gazing back into your orbs. you look at him expectantly, waiting patiently for his lips to press into yours. instead, zayne tackles you into the mattress—crushing you with his weight.

"zayne!" you exclaim, laughter bubbling in your throat.

"that's prince zayne to you, ms. bartender," he warns.

"prince zayne! unhand me! no, zayne, don't tickle—!"

"how dare a commoner like you speak to a prince like that," zayne says, feigning anger behind his toothy grin.

"i concede! i concede!"

prince zayne cameo? 👀

man i just miss him so much help meeeee

[cosmoszyn]

hi… i love zayne’s wedding card so much i fuckign croed 😭😭😭😭😭 he makes me so so soft and i keep realizing how he loves so delicately and yet so steadily 😭 zayne oh the man that you are 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[cosmoszyn]

prince! zayne series here

the crisp autumn air cling to your skin with the wind blowing strands of your hair away from your face. you dip your fingers experimentally to the gush of the river across you, admiring the ripples from the boulders.

"didn't know that miss academic loved to spend her time at the freezing waterway." a voice spoke from behind you, urging you to retrieve your hand and look back to the owner.

"it's a surprise seeing you here," you say barely above a whisper, wiping your tear-stained cheeks with the back of your dry hand. you inhale the sight across you, prince!caleb adorned in his usual white coat and gold accents with the contrast of his black combat boots and sword sheathed to his side. he merely gives you a nod in acknowledgment before sitting on the bench and leaning behind the crawling vines from the walls of the academy. he pats the vacant space beside him and you obey.

"i never knew the academy would have the end of the river inside its premises," you say, heaving a sigh of comfort as you lean your back onto the cold metals of the seat. caleb chuckles, "it's sort of a secret gem."

you only nod in response, admiring the arches of the millennia-old tree trunks across you, sprawling above the wooden bridge. its flowers gently descending into the ground.

"do you not have classes today?" caleb breaks the silence, glancing at you by his side. you shook your head no, "supposedly, i should have."

he blinks at you, waiting patiently. "but?" he asks.

you chew the inside of your cheek, following your stare to the flowers drifting across the air. hesitantly, you whisper above heavy breaths, "it was cancelled because my debate opponent did not show up."

you fiddle with your fingertips, counting the lily pads floating atop the water. caleb stays silent.

"what are you doing here, prince caleb?" you question.

"i'm just droppin' by," he replies curtly. you furrow your brows at his sudden response, your lips downturned and fingertips slightly shivering—whether it was from the cold or from anxiety, you're unsure.

you heave a deep breath, "you knew he won't come, huh?"

after a beat of silence, he responds, "...yep."

you drop your gaze to your lap, picking at the ends of the ribbon of your uniform, tied snugly around your waist. you will your eyes to leer onto the intricate details of the fabric, ignoring the stinging from the corners of it. you notice caleb from your peripheral vision opening his mouth to say something until the crunch of dry leaves from heavy footsteps echoed through the enclosure.

caleb turns his head to the arched entrance, making eye-to-eye with the man of the hour.

"speak of the devil," he murmurs, standing up to his height. "i'll take my leave, sunshine. don't frown too much," caleb jests, earning a chuckle from you that sounded more like an exhale.

you refuse to watch caleb leave the vicinity, knowing you'd catch his older brother's attention. and right now, he was the last person you wanted to see.

you hear caleb mumble under his breath and pat his older sibling's shoulder twice. after a few seconds, you felt one less presence from the area and the temperature dropping.

a tall shadow casts over you as prince!zayne stands beside you reluctantly. you ignore him, fixated on the vibrant petals and leaves intertwining against each other. you thought you could disregard the royalty's occupancy forever, until he takes the vacant seat beside you, urging you to rise from it.

zayne calls your name softly.

"no," you grit.

"at least let me explain—"

you whip your head to his direction swiftly, frustration bubbling in your stomach and needles pricking the corners of your eyes, "you made me look like a fool!" you exclaim, swallowing the heavy lump on your throat, "an utter buffoon and a disgrace!"

it was the first time you saw zayne since last night.

his hair no longer disheveled but rather kept too pristine and combed to perfection. the bags under his eyes are slightly buried from layers of powder that you were unsure why he would put on make up at a random day. he adorns the opposite of caleb's valiant uniform—with his white satin button-down shirt tucked into his black pants, and the silver and topaz embellishments complimenting his ruffled collar and sleeves.

the sight alone would've made you hitch a breath, if it weren't for the exasperation you are feeling towards the man.

before you could stop yourself, words tumble out of your mouth, "you knew the elder does not take second chances and you left me there alone at the podium with no opponent so i could automatically get the high score! we waited fifteen minutes for your arrival, ten minutes extra compared to what the elder would've given because you're the prince! but you—!" you shake your head disapprovingly, grinding your teeth together as you dart your glare to the roots sprouting from the massive tree beside you.

you murmur something under your breath, something zayne does not catch.

"pardon?" zayne asks, fingertips itching to reach out to you and clasp in his hand.

you turn to him.

zayne feels like a thousand weight pressed on his shoulders with the way you glower at him.

"do you pity me?"

he blinks disbelievingly, heartbeat pausing at the sight of tears pricking your eyes. he opens his mouth to answer, but before he could process out the words, a lone tear trickles down your cheek.

"don't you ever disrespect me again in this field just because you think i'm incapable of handling you," you grumble under your breath before storming out of the area.

leaving zayne alone and helpless, failing his final chance of escaping the arranged marriage discussions by letting his soulmate slip through his fingers.

a/n: srry for being ia >< please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next post!

taglist: @sapphic-daze @sylusgirlie7 @baystrel @cynireththorne @hyori2 @vanaaa @stargirlygirl @seris-the-amious @hunterelys @yiddyyadda @mysticmiraculer @vynn30 @yourlocalcatscammer @dwuclvr

[cosmoszyn]

this mf had me pull 75+ wishes for his outfit and wedding card but whatever !! thank u zayne for coming home 🫶🫶🫶

[cosmoszyn]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

drabbles:

academic rivals prince!zayne finds you exasperating but you have to share one bed during the renowned full moon

prince!zayne gets distracted during swordsmanship training

prince!zayne finds you in the library at night

prince!zayne stands you up at the debate

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prince! zayne series here

the crisp autumn air cling to your skin with the wind blowing strands of your hair away from your face. you dip your fingers experimentally to the gush of the river across you, admiring the ripples from the boulders.

"didn't know that miss academic loved to spend her time at the freezing waterway." a voice spoke from behind you, urging you to retrieve your hand and look back to the owner.

"it's a surprise seeing you here," you say barely above a whisper, wiping your tear-stained cheeks with the back of your dry hand. you inhale the sight across you, prince!caleb adorned in his usual white coat and gold accents with the contrast of his black combat boots and sword sheathed to his side. he merely gives you a nod in acknowledgment before sitting on the bench and leaning behind the crawling vines from the walls of the academy. he pats the vacant space beside him and you obey.

"i never knew the academy would have the end of the river inside its premises," you say, heaving a sigh of comfort as you lean your back onto the cold metals of the seat. caleb chuckles, "it's sort of a secret gem."

you only nod in response, admiring the arches of the millennia-old tree trunks across you, sprawling above the wooden bridge. its flowers gently descending into the ground.

"do you not have classes today?" caleb breaks the silence, glancing at you by his side. you shook your head no, "supposedly, i should have."

he blinks at you, waiting patiently. "but?" he asks.

you chew the inside of your cheek, following your stare to the flowers drifting across the air. hesitantly, you whisper above heavy breaths, "it was cancelled because my debate opponent did not show up."

you fiddle with your fingertips, counting the lily pads floating atop the water. caleb stays silent.

"what are you doing here, prince caleb?" you question.

"i'm just droppin' by," he replies curtly. you furrow your brows at his sudden response, your lips downturned and fingertips slightly shivering—whether it was from the cold or from anxiety, you're unsure.

you heave a deep breath, "you knew he won't come, huh?"

after a beat of silence, he responds, "...yep."

you drop your gaze to your lap, picking at the ends of the ribbon of your uniform, tied snugly around your waist. you will your eyes to leer onto the intricate details of the fabric, ignoring the stinging from the corners of it. you notice caleb from your peripheral vision opening his mouth to say something until the crunch of dry leaves from heavy footsteps echoed through the enclosure.

caleb turns his head to the arched entrance, making eye-to-eye with the man of the hour.

"speak of the devil," he murmurs, standing up to his height. "i'll take my leave, sunshine. don't frown too much," caleb jests, earning a chuckle from you that sounded more like an exhale.

you refuse to watch caleb leave the vicinity, knowing you'd catch his older brother's attention. and right now, he was the last person you wanted to see.

you hear caleb mumble under his breath and pat his older sibling's shoulder twice. after a few seconds, you felt one less presence from the area and the temperature dropping.

a tall shadow casts over you as prince!zayne stands beside you reluctantly. you ignore him, fixated on the vibrant petals and leaves intertwining against each other. you thought you could disregard the royalty's occupancy forever, until he takes the vacant seat beside you, urging you to rise from it.

zayne calls your name softly.

"no," you grit.

"at least let me explain—"

you whip your head to his direction swiftly, frustration bubbling in your stomach and needles pricking the corners of your eyes, "you made me look like a fool!" you exclaim, swallowing the heavy lump on your throat, "an utter buffoon and a disgrace!"

it was the first time you saw zayne since last night.

his hair no longer disheveled but rather kept too pristine and combed to perfection. the bags under his eyes are slightly buried from layers of powder that you were unsure why he would put on make up at a random day. he adorns the opposite of caleb's valiant uniform—with his white satin button-down shirt tucked into his black pants, and the silver and topaz embellishments complimenting his ruffled collar and sleeves.

the sight alone would've made you hitch a breath, if it weren't for the exasperation you are feeling towards the man.

before you could stop yourself, words tumble out of your mouth, "you knew the elder does not take second chances and you left me there alone at the podium with no opponent so i could automatically get the high score! we waited fifteen minutes for your arrival, ten minutes extra compared to what the elder would've given because you're the prince! but you—!" you shake your head disapprovingly, grinding your teeth together as you dart your glare to the roots sprouting from the massive tree beside you.

you murmur something under your breath, something zayne does not catch.

"pardon?" zayne asks, fingertips itching to reach out to you and clasp in his hand.

you turn to him.

zayne feels like a thousand weight pressed on his shoulders with the way you glower at him.

"do you pity me?"

he blinks disbelievingly, heartbeat pausing at the sight of tears pricking your eyes. he opens his mouth to answer, but before he could process out the words, a lone tear trickles down your cheek.

"don't you ever disrespect me again in this field just because you think i'm incapable of handling you," you grumble under your breath before storming out of the area.

leaving zayne alone and helpless, failing his final chance of escaping the arranged marriage discussions by letting his soulmate slip through his fingers.

a/n: srry for being ia >< please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next post!

taglist: @sapphic-daze @sylusgirlie7 @baystrel @cynireththorne @hyori2 @vanaaa @stargirlygirl @seris-the-amious @hunterelys @yiddyyadda @mysticmiraculer @vynn30 @yourlocalcatscammer @dwuclvr

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We've always talked about Zayne having recurring nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night because of it, but what if you experience the same?

Experiencing such traumatic events in your life—it's apparent that it's affected your sleeping pattern.

But unlike Zayne, who wakes up gasping and in a cold sweat, you, on the other hand, stir awake because tears are trickling down your face in your sleep. It's not often that nightmares come haunting you in your dreams; it was more of a seasonal thing. Most of the time, those nightmares weren't even inherently frightening but rather extremely mournful.

And the first time it plagued you during your relationship with Zayne, it reminded you of the sanctity of his love for you.

You don't remember what the bad dream was all about. You were sure it was something about a deceased loved one visiting you on a warm sunny day with tea in hand. You only realize you were having those night terrors when your heart sinks, and you can physically feel it clench tightly across your chest. Fluttering your eyelids open, clusters of salty tears litter your lash line and dribble down your cheeks. With a heavy gulp, you carefully attempt to untangle yourself from Zayne's snug embrace.

Unfortunately for you, that never seems to work out, especially since your lover is a very light sleeper. The moment you shift and remove your hand from his chest, he stirs awake.

"My love?" He groggily calls, peering into you. "What's the matter?"

You take the opportunity to lift his arm away from his hold, shuffling to the edge of the bed, "'S nothing," you snivel, the scratch in your throat betraying you, "Just need water."

You get stopped by the edge of the bed by Zayne's soft grip on your arm, and with no words exchanged, you find him already padding through the small space of your apartment. In a few seconds, he hands you the glass of water, patiently waiting for you to guzzle down the drink. You sniffle as you place the empty cup on the bedside table, darting your gaze elsewhere.

The grief lingers in your ribcage, sharp needles pricking your heart as you breathe. You pathetically wipe away your tears with the back of your hand, staring into the open space of the shared room. Just as you are about to plop to the cushion and screw your eyes shut, you feel the mattress dip beside you and two strong arms carefully engulfing you.

With uncertainty, you turn your body to Zayne's direction, eyes focusing on the wrinkles of the duvet under your hands. You expect Zayne to speak up and have you explain what happened. Or invite you back to doze, foregoing the conversation until the following morning.

And yet, his fingers delicately brush your tear-stained cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. His actions surprise you, allowing you to glance upwards—only to meet his gentle irises and lips slightly parted. Your breathing hitches, feeling the tears welling up again. Before a drop could even streak down, Zayne reaches out and envelopes you in a solacing hug.

You choke back the tears, shakily accepting his tight grasp. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent while drawing soothing circles on your back. With a tender push from your side, he guides you back to the cushions, pulling back the blanket to encase you two without escaping from his hold. Zayne soothingly shushes your hiccups, stroking your skin, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

You barely notice Zayne's firmer embrace and his glassy eyes, too engrossed with the way he consoles you despite not having an idea why. And within beats of his lullabies and devotion, he cradles you back into slumber.

And while Zayne didn't have an idea why you suddenly sobbed in the dusk, perhaps he understood the feeling too well. The least thing he could do at the moment is provide you a secure hug, letting you know that he's with you—no matter what.

a/n: a short drabble dedicated to my people who have trouble sleeping :)

[cosmoszyn]

We've always talked about Zayne having recurring nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night because of it, but what if you experience the same?

Experiencing such traumatic events in your life—it's apparent that it's affected your sleeping pattern.

But unlike Zayne, who wakes up gasping and in a cold sweat, you, on the other hand, stir awake because tears are trickling down your face in your sleep. It's not often that nightmares come haunting you in your dreams; it was more of a seasonal thing. Most of the time, those nightmares weren't even inherently frightening but rather extremely mournful.

And the first time it plagued you during your relationship with Zayne, it reminded you of the sanctity of his love for you.

You don't remember what the bad dream was all about. You were sure it was something about a deceased loved one visiting you on a warm sunny day with tea in hand. You only realize you were having those night terrors when your heart sinks, and you can physically feel it clench tightly across your chest. Fluttering your eyelids open, clusters of salty tears litter your lash line and dribble down your cheeks. With a heavy gulp, you carefully attempt to untangle yourself from Zayne's snug embrace.

Unfortunately for you, that never seems to work out, especially since your lover is a very light sleeper. The moment you shift and remove your hand from his chest, he stirs awake.

"My love?" He groggily calls, peering into you. "What's the matter?"

You take the opportunity to lift his arm away from his hold, shuffling to the edge of the bed, "'S nothing," you snivel, the scratch in your throat betraying you, "Just need water."

You get stopped by the edge of the bed by Zayne's soft grip on your arm, and with no words exchanged, you find him already padding through the small space of your apartment. In a few seconds, he hands you the glass of water, patiently waiting for you to guzzle down the drink. You sniffle as you place the empty cup on the bedside table, darting your gaze elsewhere.

The grief lingers in your ribcage, sharp needles pricking your heart as you breathe. You pathetically wipe away your tears with the back of your hand, staring into the open space of the shared room. Just as you are about to plop to the cushion and screw your eyes shut, you feel the mattress dip beside you and two strong arms carefully engulfing you.

With uncertainty, you turn your body to Zayne's direction, eyes focusing on the wrinkles of the duvet under your hands. You expect Zayne to speak up and have you explain what happened. Or invite you back to doze, foregoing the conversation until the following morning.

And yet, his fingers delicately brush your tear-stained cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. His actions surprise you, allowing you to glance upwards—only to meet his gentle irises and lips slightly parted. Your breathing hitches, feeling the tears welling up again. Before a drop could even streak down, Zayne reaches out and envelopes you in a solacing hug.

You choke back the tears, shakily accepting his tight grasp. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent while drawing soothing circles on your back. With a tender push from your side, he guides you back to the cushions, pulling back the blanket to encase you two without escaping from his hold. Zayne soothingly shushes your hiccups, stroking your skin, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

You barely notice Zayne's firmer embrace and his glassy eyes, too engrossed with the way he consoles you despite not having an idea why. And within beats of his lullabies and devotion, he cradles you back into slumber.

And while Zayne didn't have an idea why you suddenly sobbed in the dusk, perhaps he understood the feeling too well. The least thing he could do at the moment is provide you a secure hug, letting you know that he's with you—no matter what.

a/n: a short drabble dedicated to my people who have trouble sleeping :)

[cosmoszyn]

im never fucking opening twitter at work again bc wdym i left my phone on the pantry table for 2 secs and unbeknownst to me, naked rafayel with his balls and dick was flashed across the screen this whole time 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cosmoszyn]

part one / part two

prince!zayne detests arranged marriage discussions under the guise of simple, family dinners.

he sits across his younger half-brother, prince!caleb, who was happily wolfing down the creole pork loin served in front of him, ignoring the blatant tension in the massive dining area.

"i visited zayne the other day," caleb mentions, shoving another piece of meat in his mouth.

"at the academy?" caleb's mother, the current wife of the king, asks. caleb hums in agreement. "he needed the training. he couldn't graze me with his sword, though," he replies, voice muffled by the food in his cheeks.

"he was being insufferable," zayne retorts, shooting a glare at his brother who merely shrugged.

"is that so?" she replies, tenderly slicing down the food on her plate, "well, prince zayne has always been known better for his intellect rather than his vigor."

"which is why he ought to stop tiptoeing around the overture of the north," their father, whose voice boomed across the room, said, earning a frown from his eldest son. "it is only a matter of time before the northern king's men pays us a visit with the princess."

there it is. it hasn't even been five minutes since they all sat down together before bringing up this topic for the hundredth time in a month.

"father, i ask you not to bring this conversation forward," zayne says, almost pleadingly. his eyes stare at the ceiling in an effort to avoid rolling it in this comical scenario.

"then at which hour shall we discuss this? shall we only bring this forward once the northern soldiers visits us, bearing news of cutting our trade route with several other kingdoms? or perhaps at which hour those gents finally invite us to their yearly gala to which you will be forced to take the princess's hand?"

the sound of clattering of zayne's silverware against his ceramic plate echoes across the halls, causing his brother and the king's wife to stay silent and focus on their meal, "i have told you countless of times before, father. i am not interested in being wed to a random woman before and it does not concern me today," he argues, jaw clenching.

the king's brows furrows, his features in a deep scowl towards his son, "does our economy not concern you, then? shall we only discuss this as soon as our kingdom is in shambles because of your selfishness?"

"selfish?" zayne seethes, abruptly standing up and his chair scraping against the floorboards, "if you can marry an opposing kingdom's princess for the sake of the crown with such indifference then i humbly beg of you to not compare me to you. the entire kingdom and i have been distraught when you bore the news that the queen, my mother, is dead. but you are lucky that months later, you have met your soulmate."

the king slams his palm down against the table, earning side-eye glances from the younger prince and his wife. "so this is what it was all about?" he bellows, "you refuse the marriage because she is not what the heavens assigned to you? because of your silly emotions?"

zayne clicks his tongue. "you don't even have an idea who could be your soulmate! the princess might be your soulmate!" his father continues.

"the princess is not my soulmate and i have known since the ball three years ago," zayne replies.

"and i have no desire to be selfish but i'd rather not spend the rest of my life with a woman i cannot love," he declares. the king briefly glares at him and opens his mouth, but before he can calculate another reply, zayne was already stomping out of the door.

an hour later, he finds himself within the confines of the academy. he carefully opens the large door and closes it behind him, cautious not to make a single sound. he was about to flicker open the lights until he finds a soft glow between the rows of bookshelves. with a frown, he warily makes his way to the source of the light, adamant in finding who his company would be.

as he gets closer, he hears the faint riffling of pages and scraping of pen across paper. despite the floorboards squeaking beneath him, the individual makes no haste in leaving. perhaps they were too immersed in their activity that they could not hear him, he notes. but as soon as he finds the library's lone visitor, his face falls into a smile.

it is you, skimming through piles of books—with the luminescence of your gas lamp atop the table radiating against your skin, accompanied by the radiance of the moonlight filtering through the floor to ceiling windows.

he hears you softly mutter to yourself as you turn the pages of the book, fingers clasped onto your chin in deep thought.

"are you supposed to be here?"

you jump in surprise, fists clenching against your chest in an attempt to slow the race of your heartbeat. "you frightened me!" you exclaim.

you miss the way his lips slightly curve upwards in amusement. with his hands in his pockets, he slowly waltzes his way to you.

"i am afraid you have not answered my question," he says.

you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to your book, "i am afraid it is none of your business."

"lord sylus have allowed you to not work tonight?" zayne asks.

"i am quite pleased to say that lord sylus admires my academic prowess so much that he lets me take occasional nights off," you reply smugly. zayne juts his lips out with mirth, cocking his head in curiosity, standing behind you and peeking over your material.

"'the history of plague'?"

you groan, "yes, i am looking for arguments against your foolish take on how to contain diseases and viral infections for tomorrow. now scurry off! i do not need you breathing down my neck."

instead of doing what you asked for, zayne pulls the vacant seat beside you and points your notes, "that's the main argument i am pulling tomorrow."

you point to the bottommost of your paper, "and that is how i am going to counter it."

"that's not enough."

"that's why i'm still here."

"how else will you argue that?"

"that's why i'm still here," you repeat, finally turning to him with a glare. but the sight of him basking in the light catches you off guard, with bated breath you say, "you look like shit."

zayne blinks.

"what happened to you?" you murmur, body facing him and without second thought, you stand up across him and thread your fingers through his hair, "were you tackled to the ground by prince caleb again?"

he groans, "no."

"you look like you have gone to fend yourself off at the forest." you brush off the stray hair away from his forehead, wipe your thumb against his tear-stained cheeks, and caress his face with your palm.

he looks up at you with doe eyes, gaze softening at your focused stare. halfway through fixing his hair, you stop.

"oh dear heavens."

zayne raises a brow at your concern.

"oh dear heavens!"

he frowns. "is there something the matter?"

"i just touched a royalty without consent."

"it's fine—"

"i even told the prince he looks like shit!"

"i probably am—"

"please do not kill me!"

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[cosmoszyn]

We've always talked about Zayne having recurring nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night because of it, but what if you experience the same?

Experiencing such traumatic events in your life—it's apparent that it's affected your sleeping pattern.

But unlike Zayne, who wakes up gasping and in a cold sweat, you, on the other hand, stir awake because tears are trickling down your face in your sleep. It's not often that nightmares come haunting you in your dreams; it was more of a seasonal thing. Most of the time, those nightmares weren't even inherently frightening but rather extremely mournful.

And the first time it plagued you during your relationship with Zayne, it reminded you of the sanctity of his love for you.

You don't remember what the bad dream was all about. You were sure it was something about a deceased loved one visiting you on a warm sunny day with tea in hand. You only realize you were having those night terrors when your heart sinks, and you can physically feel it clench tightly across your chest. Fluttering your eyelids open, clusters of salty tears litter your lash line and dribble down your cheeks. With a heavy gulp, you carefully attempt to untangle yourself from Zayne's snug embrace.

Unfortunately for you, that never seems to work out, especially since your lover is a very light sleeper. The moment you shift and remove your hand from his chest, he stirs awake.

"My love?" He groggily calls, peering into you. "What's the matter?"

You take the opportunity to lift his arm away from his hold, shuffling to the edge of the bed, "'S nothing," you snivel, the scratch in your throat betraying you, "Just need water."

You get stopped by the edge of the bed by Zayne's soft grip on your arm, and with no words exchanged, you find him already padding through the small space of your apartment. In a few seconds, he hands you the glass of water, patiently waiting for you to guzzle down the drink. You sniffle as you place the empty cup on the bedside table, darting your gaze elsewhere.

The grief lingers in your ribcage, sharp needles pricking your heart as you breathe. You pathetically wipe away your tears with the back of your hand, staring into the open space of the shared room. Just as you are about to plop to the cushion and screw your eyes shut, you feel the mattress dip beside you and two strong arms carefully engulfing you.

With uncertainty, you turn your body to Zayne's direction, eyes focusing on the wrinkles of the duvet under your hands. You expect Zayne to speak up and have you explain what happened. Or invite you back to doze, foregoing the conversation until the following morning.

And yet, his fingers delicately brush your tear-stained cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. His actions surprise you, allowing you to glance upwards—only to meet his gentle irises and lips slightly parted. Your breathing hitches, feeling the tears welling up again. Before a drop could even streak down, Zayne reaches out and envelopes you in a solacing hug.

You choke back the tears, shakily accepting his tight grasp. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent while drawing soothing circles on your back. With a tender push from your side, he guides you back to the cushions, pulling back the blanket to encase you two without escaping from his hold. Zayne soothingly shushes your hiccups, stroking your skin, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

You barely notice Zayne's firmer embrace and his glassy eyes, too engrossed with the way he consoles you despite not having an idea why. And within beats of his lullabies and devotion, he cradles you back into slumber.

And while Zayne didn't have an idea why you suddenly sobbed in the dusk, perhaps he understood the feeling too well. The least thing he could do at the moment is provide you a secure hug, letting you know that he's with you—no matter what.

a/n: a short drabble dedicated to my people who have trouble sleeping :)

[cosmoszyn]

i gotta stop concocting new project ideas because why am i starting this sylus one-shot based off a song i heard instead of finishing fake dating! caleb, yearning zayne, long one shot prince au! zayne AND WHY DID I JUST OPEN MY GOOGLE DOCS AND SAW AN UNFINISHED CALEB ONE SHOT THAT I DONT REMEMBER WHAT WAS ABOUT

[cosmoszyn]

We've always talked about Zayne having recurring nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night because of it, but what if you experience the same?

Experiencing such traumatic events in your life—it's apparent that it's affected your sleeping pattern.

But unlike Zayne, who wakes up gasping and in a cold sweat, you, on the other hand, stir awake because tears are trickling down your face in your sleep. It's not often that nightmares come haunting you in your dreams; it was more of a seasonal thing. Most of the time, those nightmares weren't even inherently frightening but rather extremely mournful.

And the first time it plagued you during your relationship with Zayne, it reminded you of the sanctity of his love for you.

You don't remember what the bad dream was all about. You were sure it was something about a deceased loved one visiting you on a warm sunny day with tea in hand. You only realize you were having those night terrors when your heart sinks, and you can physically feel it clench tightly across your chest. Fluttering your eyelids open, clusters of salty tears litter your lash line and dribble down your cheeks. With a heavy gulp, you carefully attempt to untangle yourself from Zayne's snug embrace.

Unfortunately for you, that never seems to work out, especially since your lover is a very light sleeper. The moment you shift and remove your hand from his chest, he stirs awake.

"My love?" He groggily calls, peering into you. "What's the matter?"

You take the opportunity to lift his arm away from his hold, shuffling to the edge of the bed, "'S nothing," you snivel, the scratch in your throat betraying you, "Just need water."

You get stopped by the edge of the bed by Zayne's soft grip on your arm, and with no words exchanged, you find him already padding through the small space of your apartment. In a few seconds, he hands you the glass of water, patiently waiting for you to guzzle down the drink. You sniffle as you place the empty cup on the bedside table, darting your gaze elsewhere.

The grief lingers in your ribcage, sharp needles pricking your heart as you breathe. You pathetically wipe away your tears with the back of your hand, staring into the open space of the shared room. Just as you are about to plop to the cushion and screw your eyes shut, you feel the mattress dip beside you and two strong arms carefully engulfing you.

With uncertainty, you turn your body to Zayne's direction, eyes focusing on the wrinkles of the duvet under your hands. You expect Zayne to speak up and have you explain what happened. Or invite you back to doze, foregoing the conversation until the following morning.

And yet, his fingers delicately brush your tear-stained cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. His actions surprise you, allowing you to glance upwards—only to meet his gentle irises and lips slightly parted. Your breathing hitches, feeling the tears welling up again. Before a drop could even streak down, Zayne reaches out and envelopes you in a solacing hug.

You choke back the tears, shakily accepting his tight grasp. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent while drawing soothing circles on your back. With a tender push from your side, he guides you back to the cushions, pulling back the blanket to encase you two without escaping from his hold. Zayne soothingly shushes your hiccups, stroking your skin, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

You barely notice Zayne's firmer embrace and his glassy eyes, too engrossed with the way he consoles you despite not having an idea why. And within beats of his lullabies and devotion, he cradles you back into slumber.

And while Zayne didn't have an idea why you suddenly sobbed in the dusk, perhaps he understood the feeling too well. The least thing he could do at the moment is provide you a secure hug, letting you know that he's with you—no matter what.

a/n: a short drabble dedicated to my people who have trouble sleeping :)

[cosmoszyn]

i know most of my followers here are zayne lovers so :] if i saw it, you guys see it too. i cannot be the only one hurt here!

on a side note, very riveting work, truly an angst masterpiece

❄️ Final accident ❄️

i'm sorryyyyyy 😔