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Zayne x reader

Zayne has a nightmare and reader comforts him, post relationship, Zayne loses control of his evol, light angst, sleepy cuddles!!

Enjoy :)

Cold, it's always the same cold nightmare,

The field of Jasmine, slowly frosting over. her distant laugh, slowly fading. The same fear of forgetting, forgetting her, forgetting here.

He falls to his knees, looking at the ground in desperation, reaching out to the flowers, just to watch them all close and frost over around him.

And then a soft, warm light. Zayne walks towards it, wondering how something could still live, still glow, still emit such a beautiful warmth.

It's a delphinium, standing above the jasmine, tall and proud and warm. Zayne reaches out, but stops himself, he's scared, what if when he touches it, it stops glowing, what if it stops warming him?

even if he can't touch it or hold it, even if he can't fully embrace its warmth, being able to see that it's there is better then watching is shrivel up and wither away in his grasp. Being so close and yet so far is better then knowing it may have been his.

But it looks so welcoming, like it's asking him to reach out and take it.

like it's saying here I am, all yours, all you need to do is take me, What's stopping you?

And he does, he reaches out and carefully traces one of the delicate, glowing, little flowers. The flower bends slightly, but stays the same, giving him the confidence to reach out, and lightly pull the stem closer.

The flowers shutter slightly, and he quickly lets go, but it's to late and the flowers glow fades, and then it frosts over, just like the others, except this time the mini flowers crack off, falling and shattering to the ground one by one.

And the only thing he can do is apologize, over and over and over again until he can feel the freezing cold seep into his bones, his very core, leaving him shivering on the ground...

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Zayne was confused, he had left her in her bed, his bed.. the bed?

It didn't matter, all he knew was she was supposed to be in bed, not straddling his chest (hunched at a weird angle so that she could nuzzle further into his neck), wearing nothing but a pair of boxers (his boxers), and a button up silk shirt (his shirt.).

He tried to keep himself calm, he really did. But after the nightmare again, and her surprise cuddle attack (again), he really was struggling to just flip her over and cuddle them both into a blanketed couch grave and then covering their shared grave with an ungodly amount of pillows.

Blanket... He needs a blanket, it's so damn cold, and if zayne, fully clothed, can feel the icy air, his poor half dressed girlfriend definitely can...

Did he loses control of his evol again? The air feels too cold, even for fall, and looking over at the dark frosted windows only confirms his fear. She must be freezing .

He tentatively reaches up, rubbing the back of her thigh softly, and she sighs heavily, seeming to melt further into him.

"Mhmm," she shifts slightly, humming as she sitts up and stretches, she blearily blinks down at him, face barely visible in the starlight, "... You okay now?" She asks tiredly.

She is the peak of perfection, even when shes half asleep and messy, hair askew and eyes barely half open... Adorable.

"I'm alright." He keeps his voice soft and he pulls his hands away, he can't damage her like he did the flowers.

She notices and grumbles, curling back down to cuddle with him again. Though he puts his hand up to stop her.

"You should go to bed." He puts his hand down, and she instantly snuggles back against him, scooting and shifting so that she's laying on him.

"Mhmm," she mutters against his throat, " 's too cold."

"I doubt in here is any better." He sighs, wrapping his arms around her and sitting up, she grunts in disapproval.

" 'f course it is." She crosses her legs behind him, " 'Cause your here."

"I'm taking you to bed." He stands, easily picking her up, and she whines slightly.

"Nooo" she pouts, tilting her head against his shoulder, sounding very childish.

She has to go back to bed, he goes back to the couch, he can't risk hurting her in his sleep... Again.

It was right after they had started going out together, zayne he'd fallen asleep on the couch in his office, and he had been having the same dream as before, but the delphinium hadn't been there, it should have been, and he knew it. She had come in to surprise him with lunch, saw he was asleep and decided that, instead of waking him, it was cuddle time.

so she climbed on top of him, much like she did on this night. except zayne kept sleeping, and when it got cold enough for her to wake up she just threw a blanket over them and kept sleeping... she had a bruise on her side from how tight he had been holding her, and she had to call out of work for the next several days because of the awful ice burn all along her side...

it took several weeks of her non-stop pestering for him to even let her fall asleep in the same room with him. and even now, he's careful to not fall asleep while with her. though, more often then not he wakes up like this, cuddled beneath her.

he carries her back to his room through her grumbling at him. when he tries to lay her down on the bed, she clings tighter, refusing to let his shirt go while mumbling incoherent protests. he sighs heavily.

"love," he tries laying her down again, half clawing her off his chest, half kneeling on the bed so he doesn't fall.

more incoherent grumbles ensue as she sighs heavily. and then she opens her eyes, looking up at him tiredly.

"...zayne." she stares at him, and he doesn't like the tone.. or her smirk... nor does he like the rough shove resulting in both of them tumbling onto the bed.

she, on the other hand, nuzzles against his chest, sighing contently when his movement is simply him pulling the blanket over them and not him trying to escape her death grip on him.

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cold was the first thing she woke up to.

she opens her eyes, shivering as she clutches the blanket closer. she peaks up at the clock... 2a.m.

she sighs as she sits up, watching her breath puff out and dissipate into the air.s she casualy throws her legs over the side of zaynes bed, wincing as her bare feet make contact with the frosty floor. she mentally scolds herself,it isn't the first time shes woken up to this, and she doubts its the last, so she should be used to it by now.

its her new pattern, almost a part of her schedule. zaynes loses track of his evol when he sleeps. he hates to admit it though, shes pretty sure he's embarrassed... she doesn't really understand why though. she loses track too, accidentally peaking into peoples minds while she sleeps, its pretty annoying, especially when it happens on the train or subway.

and sure, she understands that hes worried about hurting her, but again, its not like she hasn't scratched or bruised him when she dreams about some of her particularly difficult battles. and he doesn't care. so why should she? yes, she feels awfully every time, and often helps bandage him up but he's so insistent that its alright, that he knows she didn't mean it, that he'll be okay...

why cant he apply his logic to himself, why cant he see that him hurting her doesn't bother her, like how he brushes all her incidents into the 'it was an accident so it doesn't matter' pile?

she walks out to the couch, pulling his blanket back and climbing onto his chest, despite his evol creating up his neck, he's very warm. so she cuddles close, clenching her jaw to stop the clattering of her teeth. and just as shes about to reach back for the blanket, he reaches up, clutching her tightly. his frosting arms doing nothing to stop her chattering teeth, so she simply cuddles closer to his chest.

and despite the fridged air, shes quickly asleep to his heart beat, thankful that this isn't the first time shes fallen asleep to his evol frosting the windows and floors over.

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mephistothecrow · 26 days ago

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Lmfao, this is beautiful.

LaDs as Hotel Staff

AN: I get writing zoomies sometimes. This is the result of that. It started as White Lotus au but derailed to Hotel Del Luna.

Ingredients: 100% Fluff and found family ish??

My Fav: All. I love them all.

Xavier: The most sleep-deprived hotel manager in the known universe. He greets the guests of Philos with a perfect, practiced grin, even when the presidential suite brats call at 2 a.m. demanding fresh coconut water.

(And guess what? They'll get it.)

You’re his unofficial work best friend. The staff member everyone marvels hasn't been fired yet. The one who pulls him back from the brink of snapping.

No one needs to meet the berserk Xavier. Truly.

You grab the ringing phone from his hands, smooth as ever. "Yes, sir," you say sweetly, "we'll have your coconut water first thing in the morning. Sweet dreams." Click.

You turn to Xavier, smug. "See? Not that hard. He’s piss drunk. We’ll be fine."

Xavier looks like he’s questioning all his life choices. Again.

Rafayel: The siren of Philos, or, as some TripAdvisor reviews mysteriously mention, "the ghost by the shore."

Helps you "handle" the problematic guests. The ones who threaten Xavier with bad reviews. By "handle," you mean... well. They stop being a problem. Permanently.

You skip the breakfast rush, stealing a moment by the sea to watch the sunrise. Rafayel surfaces from the water, sleek and shimmering, flopping onto the shore with practiced drama.

"Sup?" you greet him with a nod. "You're early, fish."

He glares. "For the last time, I am not a fish." He scoffs folding his arms, his tail thumps in annoyance. "Must I drown you again to teach you proper titles?"

"Yes, yes, High Prince of the Seas, forgive this poor mortal," you laugh, bowing low.

He preens, fixing the scales at his throat. "Besides," you ask, watching the sunrise, "you drowned another cruise?"

Rafayel smiles, wicked and unrepentant. "They trespassed into our grove. I'm merely an agent of natural selection."

You really should warn Xavier. Maybe.

Zayne: The resort's fitness trainer, seasonal worker. Come winter, he’s here. Come summer, he disappears into the mountains like mist.

Rich, middle-aged guests are smitten by the quiet, broody "Dr. Zayne."

Good thing you’re nosy enough to herd the overly touchy clients into "submersion tanks", a.k.a. the safest way to soak off the raging hormones of fifty-year-old teenagers.

You lean against his table after yet another close call. "She was halfway onto your lap, dude," you say dryly. "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked it."

He lobs a pen at your head. You duck, laughing. "Hey! I could have lost my eyesight. I’m not rescuing you next time, Dr. Zayne."

He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like the rumbly murmur of one of the snow leopards before they rip someone's hand off.

Sylus: The owner of Philos Resort. Ex-mafia (maybe). Semi-retired, mostly unhinged.

The one who decided it was perfectly reasonable to staff a resort with sirens, mountain leopards, and occasional revenants. (Yes, the sirens get paid in... alternative compensation.)

You’re halfway through losing your weekly pay in a messy game of cards with Luke and Kieran when Sylus strolls in, all wolfish grin and casual menace.

"Good to see my employees working hard," he says, sliding into the game like a shark in still water.

You try not to sigh too loudly. Losing your paycheck and your pride in front of your boss? Great.

Caleb: The ancient herald guarding the outer gates of resort. The one who slipped your resume under Sylus' nose and said, "This one. Get them."

His tiny hut, just outside resort boundaries, is the unofficial venue for staff parties, close enough for the sirens and leopards to join, far enough that Xavier doesn't have a nervous breakdown over property damage.

You’ve only seen Caleb use his staff once. A massive, glowing relic that appears from nothing. And it was to banish a screaming Karen into the Void after she threw hot coffee in your face. (Her son wept for hours. Not helpful.)

Caleb remains the hardest to anger, and the hardest to cool down once the ancient fury is lit. You’re still finding new strategies to convince him to release guests... eventually.

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