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an off day

synopsis: zayne has an off day, so you make him take one.

tags: reverse comfort, angst, fluff, heart to heart, zayne shuts down at the hospital one day, he cries in your arms on a bench, he’s having an existential crisis, i accidentally wrote overachiever gifted kid zayne, think of him like a confused baby deer, size difference, side character death, a very infatuated siamese cat, something something zayne’s subtle attempts to reclaim dominance/dependability after being taken care of (you notice them all). takes place in autumn because i yearn for it

pairing: zayne x fem reader

word count: 3.5k

a/n: zayne brain

Akso Hospital’s parking lot is the emptiest you’ve ever seen it.

The Wednesday starlight is partly to blame. There’s not much traffic at 8 p.m. on a weekday—which makes your current predicament all the more confusing. 

It’d been a standard day at work: emails, meetings, and sneaking out 10 minutes early. But right before you’d stepped into the shower at Zayne's house, your phone had rung.

“Yvonne? Hello?” 

“Um, hello! I’m so sorry to call like this, but we really don’t know what else to do. Dr. Zayne is really…shaken? He’s not hurt, but he’s not responding to any of us, and you’re his first emergency contact. Please come down to Akso as soon as you can!”

You’d re-dressed in record time. 

As you step through the sliding doors, their glass panels reflecting the towering streetlights, you note the hallways are as empty as the parking lot. You suppose it’s a good thing—for a hospital not to be busy, and all—but the absence of friendly faces makes you quicken your steps. 

At the end of the hall, you jam the elevator button to his floor, unease prickling at the back of your mind. 

You sigh in familiarity when the doors open. A confused-looking Yvonne is speaking with the receptionist at the front desk, but she ends the conversation as soon as she spots you. 

“Thank you for coming. I didn’t know what to do! I just—this doesn’t happen to him,” she rushes out, shaking her head profusely. “I see it with the others, but never him.” 

You touch her elbow in gratitude and offer a smile. “Thank you for calling. You did the right thing. Where is he?” 

Relieved, she turns toward the end of the hallway, where the edge of a sleek wooden bench protrudes past the wall. “Just down there,” she says, pointing a finger around the corner. “Thank god we aren’t busy tonight. It’s been deserted up here since the last surgery.” 

The last surgery. 

“Thanks,” you breathe, trying not to wonder what that could mean. “I’ll take care of it from here, don’t worry. You should go home and get some rest.” With a short wave, you set off down the hallway, passing vibrant anatomic murals and pediatric patient artwork. With every step, your breaths shallow and your pulse quickens. You don’t know what you’ll find at the end.

Your steps falter when you round the corner. 

In all the time you’d known him, Zayne had never wavered. He offered tireless strength and support—displayed composure you could only dream of. He was your Atlas, except he shouldered the weight of the world not out of punishment, but out of duty. 

But in that moment, he was an uprooted anchor, drifting through sloshing seas. 

His bowed head, shaky hands, and shuddering shoulders. The sheen coating his pale face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d seen a ghost. 

With an ache in your chest, you approach, but Zayne’s head stays low. Only when your favorite teal-and-white tennis shoes come into view do his glistening eyes snap up. 

Shock and longing color his face a rosy pink, matching the fading imprint from his surgical mask. Wordlessly, he reaches for you. 

Unsteady arms wrap around you as you move between his legs, cradling his head into the crook of your elbow. Your chin covers his hair this way, and you slant your cheek to nuzzle into him. 

“Hi,” you whisper, gently stroking his soft strands. 

“Hi.” By the rasp in his voice, it’s the first time he’s spoken in hours.

Your heart clenches. “Are you tired?”

A long exhale fans across your arm. And then, he nods.

You’re forced to blink back tears of your own when his drop onto your skin. 

This was uncharted territory. Thousands of thoughts, thousands of actions mill about in your mind, but you’re not sure which to settle on. Right now, you can only tell him what you’d want to hear. “I love you.” 

His voice trembles as his arms tighten. “I love you, too.” 

You’re not sure how long you embrace him. When his breathing evens, you lift his chin, smiling gently down at his flushed face. “Is your shift almost over?”

He nods once, solemn.

“Let’s go back to your office. I’ll sit with you.” 

You successfully coax him off the bench, guiding him through the halls to his empty office. But after a few minutes of signing paperwork, his gaze is on you. He eyes you forlornly, not saying anything—and he wouldn't have said anything had you not noticed.

Your lips quirk. “Your work is down there, silly.” 

He blinks. 

Chuckling softly, you rise from his guest chair and hang your purse on its arm. A few steps later, and he’s pulling you toward him and burying his face in your stomach. 

You let him, but raise his head soon after. Again, he greets you with glassy green eyes.

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” you murmur.

“I’ve never been like this before.”

Quiet ambient music fills the car ride home. 

Pulling into his driveway, you switch off the ignition and quickly circle around to take his hand when he steps out. 

Pretending not to notice the way his cheeks flush, you lead him to the doorway and press his thumb to the sensor, letting out a breath when it lights up green. 

Once inside, you head straight for his bedroom. In the dim lamplight, you help him out of his disheveled scrubs, smiling softly when he avoids eye contact. After undressing yourself, you tug him toward the master bathroom, where you run the shower on hot. 

Through the mist, you lather soap over his body, washing his hair of the beads of sweat that’d gathered before your arrival. 

You step out once you’re both clean. Zayne follows, reaching for one of your matching towels, but your hand intercepts his halfway. Shaking your head softly, you lift the towel from the rack and wrap it around him, catching the steam that still rises from his skin as you gently pat him dry. Through it all, he allows you, taking his nightclothes from you when you finish.  

Under normal circumstances, you’d expect a smart remark—a sideways glance as he subtly reminded you he wasn’t a child. But tonight, Zayne is pliant. Deferent. He utters not a word of protest, his trusting hazel eyes trained on you as he waits for you to move him along.

Once you dry yourself off and slip on your nightshirt, you do exactly that: taking his hand and heading back toward his room, gently pushing him down on the bed. His grip tightens when you turn to switch off the lamp, and it takes a soothing grin and touch of his cheek for him to reluctantly let you go. 

When you slide into bed next to him, his arms encircle you instantly. He tucks his head in your shoulder, and you reach up to stroke his raven hair.

“Good night” are your last words tonight.

“I love you” are his. 

It’s late morning when Zayne hurries down the stairs, the pads of his slippers smacking against the floor. When he sees you at the kitchen counter, tapping your phone next to a bowl of cereal, he stops in his tracks. “When someone’s alarm doesn’t go off, it’s generally nice to wake them up in its place,” he chides, visibly trying to suppress his irritation.

“Generally,” you repeat. “But…what if you didn’t go to work today?” you ask, tone gentle so the suggestion doesn’t send him into shock.

It’s only slightly helpful. Suddenly wary, he narrows his eyes in suspicion. “What do you mean? My rounds are scheduled as normal, and I have several reports to complete.”

You scratch your neck. “But what if I already called Yvonne about it, and she and Greyson and your whole team agree you shouldn't go to work today?” you reveal with a sheepish smile.

“You….” His eyes fall closed in an intense grimace. “And all of them agreed?”

Smile widening, you put your palms up in defense. “Yes. But you don’t have to spend the day inside! I’ve been looking for things for us to do around town. Think of it like a short vacation!” you cheer, hopping off your chair to wave his arms in excitement. 

Oversized sleeves billowing in the air, Zayne sighs in defeat. “What do you have planned?”

After a quick drive to the parking garage downtown, you walk hand-in-hand past closely packed buildings, coming to a stop outside a recently opened cat café.

Spinning around, you make a ta-da gesture. He snorts. 

“The first time we tried to come, you got called in for an emergency surgery. So I thought we could go in today! But only if you want to, of course,” you say quickly. 

The beginnings of mirth glitter in his gaze. Stepping forward, he holds the door for you like he always does—as if the way he’d let you lead him last night were but a distant memory. You study him for a moment, noting the quiet plea in his hazel eyes, before brushing a kiss on his cheek and strolling inside.

“Welcome!” the greeter calls as the strong scent of coffee hits your nose. “We’re glad to have you here! Feel free to take a look around and play with the cats, and order when you’re ready!” 

Nodding your thanks, you shift your attention to the cats’ biographies on the wall to your right. “Look, Zayne! This one was rescued from a house fire an—Zayne?” 

The man who’d walked in right behind you has disappeared. Panic fills you for just a second—until you spot him at the coffee bar, nodding along as the barista repeats his order. Him and his sweet drinks. 

Marching up to collect him, you tuck your arm in his and settle at a table on the back wall. 

Three white kittens, most likely siblings, chase balls of fuzz in the corner. To your left, an adult Persian cat lounges on a tower, its tail lashing with superiority. As you wait for your order, you and Zayne are so engrossed in your surroundings that you fail to notice the besotted Siamese in front of you. 

Until it leaps and lands right on Zayne’s lap, that is. 

Mroww, it purrs, affectionately bumping its head into his chin. Startled, he looks to you with wide eyes, hand hovering over the cat’s arched back. 

You almost fall out in laughter. Almost. But instead, you spare him and nod encouragingly, guiding his hand down to pet its sleek coat. “Well, who’s this?” you chuckle, running your fingers through its short fur. 

“That,” your server interjects, setting your drinks down and scratching the cat’s ears, “would be S’mores. She’s the oldest cat here. And very friendly.” 

“Hello, S’mores,” Zayne murmurs, and she bumps his chin again. 

S’mores doesn’t leave you—doesn’t leave him, rather—for the next hour. When he stands to throw your cups away, she meows in protest, digging her claws into his shirt. For a moment, he looks as though she’s going to eat him, but he schools his nerves quickly, this time. “Now, now,” he shushes. “We’ll be back.” 

A few shops down from the café lies a retro ice cream parlor. The shopkeeper’s bell jingles as you step inside, surveying the pink stools and checkered floors. 

“Hi!” you greet the teenage cashier. “He’ll have three scoops of green tea, and I’ll get one of taro, thanks.”

“Cups or cones?” the cashier asks, looking utterly bored with everything but the man behind you. 

You smile at her in understanding. At least she has taste. “Cups, please.” 

Hearing rustling behind you, you turn your head and see Zayne reaching into his back pocket. “Oh, I’ll get it,” you chirp, digging inside your purse for your wallet. 

He barely spares you a glance before laying a generous bill on the counter. “Can she get an extra scoop, please?” 

Taking small spoonfuls of ice cream, you follow the winding sidewalks outside the parlor in comfortable silence. Before long, a city park comes into view, its verdant grounds preceded by a shimmering pond. The ducks’ multicolored feathers are almost iridescent in the afternoon sun.

Pointing to the wooden feeder ahead, you slow your steps. “You want to?” 

Before you finish the question, Zayne is already pulling coins from his wallet, handing them to you with a soft smile. “Of course.” 

After you slide the coins in the machine, unappetizing pellets fall from the dispenser into a complimentary feeding cup. For several minutes, you take turns sprinkling them into the water, watching as the ducks paddle over to you with intrigue. The bobs of their sleek heads create turquoise ripples across the surface, while you rest your own on Zayne’s shoulder. 

After a while, he takes your empty ice cream cup and heads for the nearest trash can. 

You smile at him when he returns. “You’ve been so chivalrous today. It’s like I’ve stepped into a fairytale.” 

He cuts his eyes at you before placing a hand on the small of your back, urging you down the twisting park path. “If you don’t feel like that every day, then it seems I need to work harder.” 

“‘Work harder’ shouldn’t be in your vocabulary,” you chide. Then, your voice softens. “You always make me feel that way. Today, it’s just…extra. And I love gentleman Zayne—very much—but he’s just as cute when he’s clingy in his sleep,” you promise, nudging his thigh with your hip. 

He clears his throat. “He’ll make a note of that.” 

After a few more minutes of walking, a fork in your path prompts a moment of indecision. Go left, and you’re sure to have the conversation that he may not be ready for. Straight? An hour more of idle chatter before you head home in the setting sun. And right…well, to the right is the 4-foot-tall jungle gym, so you’re not too worried about ending up there. 

Before you can ask which way, Zayne tightens his grip on your waist and turns left, ambling over to the blue and gray swing set. 

You smile to yourself. He’s being brave.

As you settle on the sun-warmed swing, the tips of your shoes drag back and forth in the gravel below. Dust kicks up on the pristine leather, turning white to beige, but Zayne’s earnest voice interrupts your grieving. 

“I had a good day today. Thank you.” 

You’re not swinging very high—only a couple feet off the ground—but compared to him, you might as well be on Mount Everest. Chuckling softly, you reach down and join hands, pulling him with you into the air. “What was so good about it?”

He delays his answer, his startled eyes widening with each rock back and forth. Only when he gets used to the movements does he elaborate. “It was peaceful. I did things and went places I’d never had the chance to before. And I got to spend time with you.” 

You hum. “So it has everything to do with where you were, and nothing to do with where you weren’t?”

He’s silent for a moment. Trees rustle in the quiet, their scarlet leaves dancing on wavering limbs before succumbing to the gentle autumn breeze. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don't want to.”

“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “It’s only fair I tell the one who came to rescue me why she had to.”

“It might be fair,” you nod, turning to meet his emerald gaze. “But do you want to?”

His lips twitch. “I want to.”

Digging your heels into the gravel below, you halt his and your momentum, giving him your undivided attention. 

“A teenage patient received an emergency surgery yesterday. Complications with congenital heart disease,” he begins. “I’d spoken with him a few times prior, and we got along quite well. Aspiring physician, set to graduate at the top of his class. The only thing was, he’d often worry about…missed experiences. He didn’t attend school dances or athletic events. His older sister gave birth last spring, but he missed it due to a college entrance exam.” 

“That sounds lonely,” you offer, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand. 

“Yes. He was very lonely,” Zayne agrees. “He was lonely up until the moment he flatlined on the operating table.” His hand flexes in yours, and you tighten your grip. 

Blowing out a breath, you ask what you already know the answer to. “And he…?”

“Did not respond to resuscitation attempts.”

Your chest hollows at the words. To lose someone so young…to lose anyone at all…. “I’m so sorry, Zayne. If I had known—”

“Oddly enough, his passing wasn’t the main cause of what happened yesterday. It only exacerbated the issue at hand.” 

Knitting your eyebrows, you wait for him to continue. 

“Yesterday,” he pauses, “was a lesson learned. Because I realized I also lack those experiences. And I thought, if someone a decade younger than me left his life with so much regret, then….” He swallows thickly. “If I were to die today, I’d have dedicated my life to this pursuit. But what would I have done outside of that? What stories would be told of me, other than those that took place in a classroom or a hospital?” 

A mix of emotions renews the ache in your chest. Pity, fear, surprise, understanding. “You saw yourself in him.” 

Watching a group of boys climb on the jungle gym, he interlaces your fingers. “I did. For a second, it was me on the operating table. Is that selfish of me?”

Humming, you draw swirling patterns in the gravel. “I don't think so. I'd hope no one would,” you muse. “Zayne, you…are the smartest, most hardworking person I know. But sometimes, I wonder how much that took from you.” At the admission, you expect his eyes to widen, his lips to tug into a frown. But all he does is eye you expectantly, with all the trust in the world. And you know it’s okay to continue. 

“You always knew what you wanted to do growing up—you wanted to help people. You wanted to save lives. You wanted to practice medicine. There was always a goal, right? And you were always sprinting toward it. I mean, you were in algebra when your agemates were still stuck on multiplication tables,” you recall, playfully wiggling his hand in the air. “But maybe in choosing what you wanted to do…you overlooked who you wanted to be?” 

The question floats like the leaves in the wind, and for a moment, you think he’s just like them. Beautiful, vital, but just a little lost. He purses his lips, a contemplative pout forming on his face, but says nothing. 

“Forget about medicine for a second, Zaynie. Don’t look at me like that—I know it’ll be hard, but try. Now, what sort of things do you like? What are you passionate about? When you look back on your life, what kind of experiences will you want to have had? A few minutes ago, you asked how others would describe you. But how would you describe yourself? Who is Zayne when he’s not striving for something?” 

“I….” He pauses, voice dwindling into a whisper. Last night’s expression creeps back onto his face. “I’m not sure.” 

“That’s okay.” Nodding your encouragement, you rise from your swing and stand just in front of his, slotting your legs between his knees and cupping his cheek. You’re just a bit taller than him like this. “To me, Zayne is a gentleman who likes sweets and animals and is adorably afraid to swing too high. He helps people, not because he’s a doctor, but because he’s kind and compassionate—even when he doesn’t show it. And he’s still figuring some things out about himself, but that’s okay because I'm proud of him.” You beam. “Your turn.” 

Sometime during your speech, his face had softened. He chuckles lightly before obliging. “To me, Zayne is…a pragmatist. And he’s cautious, not afraid,” he adds, narrowing his eyes when you shrug. “He can be cold when he doesn’t mean to be. He’s curious, but often too timid to satisfy those curiosities without someone by his side. And he wants to be someone…who doesn’t live with regret for his missed experiences,” he finishes, hazel eyes twinkling up at you. “Perhaps that’s why I felt so happy today. You give me new experiences, every time we’re together. Which is why, if you’re willing, I’d like to make up for lost time and make more memories with you. What do you say?” 

“I say,” you drawl, flitting your eyes to the structure behind him, “have you ever been on a carousel?” 

His brows furrow as he turns his head, catching your hand in his when it slips off his cheek. “I can’t say that I have.” 

“Then let’s go!” you giggle, hauling him up with all your strength. “The sun won’t set for another 30 minutes. And while we’re at it, I’ll race you there!” 

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You’re curled up on the couch, reading Megumi The Little Engine That Could for the third time. He’s leaning against your arm, eyes squinting as he soaks in every picture.

Satoru plops down on the other side of you, making an exaggerated show of sighing. “Babe, what does a grown man have to do to get the same attention as a five-year-old?”

You raise an eyebrow. “He’s learning about optimism, is that what you need?”

Megumi points to the page. “You’re at the part where the train says, ‘I think I can, I think I can.’” He’s so focused, he doesn’t even notice Satoru sulking.

“I think I can get some attention, too.” Satoru mutters. He leans over and tugs at your sleeve like an overgrown toddler. “Me. Read to me. I’m the real little engine that could.”

You snort. “You’re more like the engine that whines.”

Megumi nods solemnly. “Yeah. You’re old to be a little engine.”

Satoru’s jaw drops, scandalised. “Me? Old? I’m young and beautiful. Tell him, babe.”

“Hmm.” You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Sorry, you’re ancient history now. ‘Gumi’s my new favourite.”

Megumi’s lips twitch into a tiny smile. “Hear that, old man?”

“Wowwww, betrayed by the love of my life. Unbelievable.” He pokes Megumi’s shoulder playfully. “You better watch your back, kid.”

Megumi looks up at you, entirely unimpressed. “Can you make him go away now?”

You laugh, patting Megumi’s head. “You heard the boss, Satoru. Go away.”

Satoru huffs, crossing his arms, but there’s a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “Fine. But if he gets a bedtime story, I want a bedtime something else later.” He winks at you and Megumi stares blankly.

“Gross.” He deadpans.

“Huh?!” Satoru’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “How does he know what I'm talking about?!”

a/n: the little engine that could traumatises me to this day. my baby cousins where addicted to that shit

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CHAPTER 4 | THE SUMMONING

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: ̗̀➛ a/n: CHAPTER FOUR WOOH, I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FAMILY STUFF CAME UP : ̗̀➛ cw: it's REALLY short and my deepest apologies but next chapter will be longer iA, fluff really, just a transition scene, cliffhanger at the end per usual, servant!reader x royalau!dan heng, hidden identity trope : ̗̀➛ taglist: @kimura-uzuri , @blushho

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Well, first off: RUDE. You don't just barge into someone's sleeping quarters and yell at them with something impossible for an exhausted mind to understand.

Your eyes were barely opened when you muttered, “Huuuh…” while scratching your messy hair.

“I said the emperor has requested your presence!” The random official man exclaimed, rather exasperated at your lack of comprehension.

Okay, listen. You were willing to take a lot of crap, especially considering your rank in the palace and the current state of your family. But, no one, including the emperor, gets to BARGE IN LIKE THEY OWN THE PLACE. Well, technically, the emperor did own the place. He owned everything, so that argument kind of fell apart.

Sighing, you got up and begrudgingly bowed to the official and asked if you could make yourself presentable before appearing before his majesty. He side-eyed his accompanying official and nodded.

“Ten minutes.”

You shot the man a weird look and went to go wash up and change out of your dirt-riden clothes from last night.

While washing your face, you racked your brains for why the emperor of all people could ask for you specifically. What could you have possibly done to catch the young leader’s eye?

You steeled your nerves as much as you could and kept your violently beating heart tucked deep beneath your walls. Taking a breath, you returned to the officials who beckoned for you to come.

“I am ready to depart,” you made sure not to meet the man's eyes.

“Splendid, follow me, we will be going to the emperor's private chambers.”

WHAT, your mind screamed at you, and nerves went haywire. You'd really done it now. He's going to EXECUTE you, you IDIOT. None of this inner monologue was visible, of course.

“O-Okay.” You followed in step.

When arriving at the main pavilion, your worries were overtaken by the sheer opulence of the emperor's abode. Paintings of dragons done in gold covered the massive pillars, the wood of the pavilion covering was the finest imported mahogany, and the stairs leading up to the palace were made of jade with gold filling the cracks. You stared open-mouthed at the gravitas emanating from the emperor's abode.

“Follow me,” the official man snapped, you out of your awe, a familiar sense of dread returning to your chest.

Your steps were slow and heavy, panic rising in your throat, tasting like bile and bad vibes. But of course, you cannot wait out the inevitable, so you trudged up those jade steps, hands clenched so firmly that the whites of your knuckles became visible.

When you finally reached the top of the steep stairs, the official man looked back at you before walking over to the door and banging it with the door knocker. The door opened, and you were escorted in by the man and some higher-ranking servants.

“This way, dear,” a slightly older servant led you past the entrance and up another flight of stairs. Why are there so many stairs????

After another excruciating flight of stairs, the servant led you and your angry knees into what seemed like a study.

And inside was…

Why is he here???

What is he doing in the EMPEROR'S main pavilion???

What is going on?

“Dannie?”

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: ̗̀➛ a/n part ithnayn (2 in arabic): hellooooooooooo, thank y'all for reading and good morning my love @all-skedaddle-and-no-bop, hopefully i take less time for chapter 5

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What the Heart Wants ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

CHAPTER 1 | RESPONSIBILITY AND REFUGE

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: ̗̀➛ a/n: yes sir this is a multi-chapter fic, did it start out that way? nope. did it end that way? yes. : ̗̀➛ cw: none really, royal!dan heng x fem!servant!reader, reader is awkward and shy, meet cute, emperor!dan heng, royal!au, reader comes from a poor family, 2nd person pov, fluffy fluff to come, Dan Heng lies, secret identity trope, sfw : ̗̀➛ tags: @kimura-uzuri, @blushho

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Dan Heng had only come to the throne a short while ago and already had to deal with a war he hadn't started. There wasn't a moment of peace, being constantly bombarded with decisions that affected nations, the future, and living up to his father's legacy. None of this should have been his responsibility, especially since he hasn't even come to terms with his past and living up to his potential as Imbibator Lunae of his nation. But there was one thing… a refuge from all the chaos and pressure. A life without the expectations of status and leadership, somewhere he was safe, he could love and be loved.

You.

It started when you were working around the palace as a servant. Your family was poor, and you were sold to work at the imperial palace so they could pay off their debts. This was common practice for those in need, and it did have its benefits, a few at least.

Working at the palace, you never thought you would ever actually meet the emperor, the young leader of your warring nation. Though you did hear things, he was quite handsome and very skilled with the spear which was an odd choice for someone of his status. The women in the palace giggled about him but of course, none of you would ever have a chance with someone of his status. Or so you thought.

You ran into each other while you were cleaning the long hall. You were alone and quietly humming a song your mother used to sing to you. You missed your family If you were to be honest, you didn't know people here, though they were kind enough. They looked at you with sympathetic eyes, or envious ones, depending on where they came from. 

Suddenly, behind you, you heard footsteps, slowly came a young man. You eyed him cautiously, he seemed sleepy with heavy bags under his eyes, stress lines across his face despite his youthful appearance. He was fairly handsome if he were to fix his appearance a bit, short black hair and a lean but muscular build, you could tell due to his thin linen garb. He seemed like he was of high status due to the quality of his clothes, but nothing else signified status. You determined he was probably one of the more favored servants, though there was something about him that seemed eerily familiar.

He noticed your suspicious glances and became confused, does she not recognize me? He felt half offended and half amused. Well this is interesting.

Most people would have bowed their heads to him by now, it was the law, after all to bow in the presence of their emperor. He never really cared for it but it was strange to see someone not adhering to it.

“Can I help you with something?” You spoke, interrupting the staring contest.

“Oh no, sorry. Can I… help you…perhaps? Is there anything you require assistance with?” He wasn't used to making conversation where he was treated like an actual human being and not the answer to everyone's problems.

“Oh…hm…,” This handsome man was talking to you and asking if you needed anything, as someone who is starved for nurturing and love this was basically a marriage proposal, “could you help me reach the top of that shelf it's a bit too high for me to clean and I can't find a ladder.”

You expected him to go get a ladder or a stool if he knew where, not take the duster from your hand and do it himself.

“Oh! Uh….thank you.” You were a bit flustered, not only did you feel bad for having him dust the high shelves but when he was handing it back to you he was very close and very tall. You hoped he didn't notice how red your ears were getting at the moment “I didn't mean to make you do all that, my sincerest apologies.”

“Nonsense, I could reach it, and you needed help.” Dan Heng stated in a matter-of-fact tone, his teal eyes staring directly into your soul.

“What is your name, by the way? I didn’t seem to catch it,” you asked, despite the lump in your throat and the need to run away from this mysterious, handsome man.

He stared at you, stunned, I don’t want her to treat me differently, he paused before saying, “Dannie, and you?”

“Just Dannie?” you asked. It was strange to introduce yourself with what seemed like a first name.

“Yes.” He felt terrible for lying to an innocent person for no reason other than his selfish desires, but he wanted to indulge himself, just this once

“Hm, okay, Dannie, nice to meet you.”

You gave him your name, and you both stared at each other a bit, awkward silence taking over. You weren’t sure what to do or say after this point, not having much normal human interaction for the past year would do that.

Dan Heng, or “Dannie,” was the first to break the silence: “May I join you for the rest of your shift?”

You were surprised and perhaps slightly embarrassed but agreed nonetheless. It’s only to get to know the people I rule, of course, of course, yes, there was no other motivation whatsoever.

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: ̗̀➛ a/n pt 2: hello once more dear readers, and my darling dearest @all-skedaddle-and-no-bop

banner credit goes to: @kat_allioth on pinterest but idk who the actual artist is

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The Morning After You've Taken Your Life x the LaDs Boys

warnings: angst, over dosage, suicidal topics

a/n: I'm going through an extremely difficult time right now. It feels like life has come to a full halt and I've found myself in an empty spot, having unconsciously strayed from the path a long while ago. If you are also drowning in life as if stranded in dangerous waters right now, please know that although you may feel alone in your household or life, but definitely not in the entire world. As much as we all wish it was, escaping is not a permanent solution, and it will never be. You, me, we will all someday look back on this day and realize we have become the version of ourselves we yearned to become most. I feel you. So on behalf of all the boys,

Please do not leave. You are not a burden. You are not alone.

In order: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

The last of the rough stone-like pills are pushed down your throat. And it's over. Done. You're gone. Once again.

And this time, for good.

Caleb's head hurts. It's been hurting since last afternoon, to be exact, around the time when he returned from a long flight mission. He's been working in his office since then.

He hasn't had a headache like this in an awefully long, long time.

But it's weird. The last time his head hurt this bad was back in second grade, when you had gotten beaten up by bullies. Too tempted by the idea of going out with his own friends after school ended, he had completely forgotten about you, leaving you to walk home alone on your own. But about thirty minutes into playing basketball with his mates, a searing pain had taken over the entire right side of his skull. When it wouldn't go away even after borrowing a friend's icepack, Caleb had ran home, only to bump into a group of stubby-looking boys from your class cornering you against the wall of a neighbor's house along the way. Oh, had they gotten what they deserved that day, and never came within a 3 feet radius of you again.

He still remembers the stupidly relieved yet lopsided grin plastered across your dirtied face when he carried you home, that weak yet grateful voice that whispered a soft "you came" into his ear as he stepped into the front door. The bathroom door closing on the painfully delicate smile ghosting your lips as Gran took you in for a bath. The strong ache that had migrated from his cranium to his heart, piercing it with thorns of guilt, deeper than ever before. As if it had been a reminder to always put his pipsqueak first.

As if it had been a sign, an indication, an alarm to tell him that something wasn't right. That you were in trouble.

As he absent-mindedly shuffles through the USB sticks in his cabinet, Caleb can't seem to shake the thought from his mind. Finally giving in to his anxiety, the colonel stuffs his hand into his left pocket, pulling his phone out. He finds your name at the top of his contacts and, a subconscious smile instantly makes its way onto his face when your profile photo shows up. His eyes light up at the sight of you, dolled up in your favorite dress, the baby blue one with black straps. Gaze tenderly tracing your beautiful hands, held up in a V sign, and your gorgeous smile.

My, how quickly you've grown.

Opening your messages, Caleb types a quick text and sends it, watching the blue bubble show up on the screen.

hey, pipsqueak. have you eaten lunch? got a four hour break after my next mission. tell me about your day then! cant wait to hear ur voice ;)

Somewhat at ease, he sets the phone down, turning his attention back to the cabinet. Now all he has to do is wait.

Every moment passes at the speed of an hour. And the headache is only getting worse. Tossing and turning in his leather chair as he tries to focus on his work, Caleb is on the brink of insanity.

You're a hunter. You're busy and therefore take time replying to messages. He knows it. But this is a bit too much.

Unable to get a grasp on his own patience, Caleb lets out a low, defeated groan, finally letting his itching fingers grab the phone and open the text.

Left on Sent.

He can't take it any longer. Screw the upcoming mission.

Rising from his seat, Caleb stuffs the device into his pocket, then glances back up at his desk. His gaze falls on the mini portrait strip of the two of you that sits beside his pc, a classic yet chaotic duo trying out the wackiest props the photobooth had that day. Caleb picks up the faded polaroid and carefully tucks it into his front pocket, then grabs his coat and marches out of the office, headed towards the garage where his UAV aircraft is parked.

Linkon doesn't have many landing spots for air vehicles. However, luckily enough, one happens to be pretty close to your apartment. The roof of the nearby Akso Hospital where Zayne works, usually reserved for medical helicopters only. But no one refuses a man of such high authority, and Caleb has used Akso's landing for the past few years now whenever he comes home from Skyhaven to visit you.

As he makes his way down the staircase to the building's ground floor, Caleb is met with the usual hustle and bustle of the building, patients waiting in chairs or emerging from the narrow hallway with IV poles. Ignoring the chaotic atmosphere around him, Caleb weaves his way through the crowd towards the hospital entrance.

That's when he sees a familiar figure being carried in on a roller bed through the big double gates in the distance.

Caleb feels his heart stop. His legs move faster than his brain, carrying him to the entrance, to the commotion surrounding your unconscious body as it's brought in.

Caleb's mind reels violently. Maybe another mission accident? Just another scar obtained from fighting a wanderer in the most crazy ways known only to you, right? Just the usual, right?

Yet, as he looks down at your pale face, the searing pain on the right side of his skull flares up almost instantly at the sight, and Caleb knows he is mistaken. That he has once again, brought to life the greatest nightmare known to him. He has let you down. And this time, there is no cure.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Oblivious of his reputation being thrown down the drain, tears start forming in Caleb's eyes as his feet stagger to follow the group of medics surrounding the bed into the hospital. Breath catching in his throat, he struggles to match the pace of the fast-moving doctors.

Reaching into his pocket to tenderly pull out the polaroid of the two of you with shaking hands, Caleb's eyes run over your bright smile, your twinkling eyes, your blushing cheeks through blurred vision. Then they look up at your form as you lay unmoving in bed, searching for even the slightest hint of resemblance. But your face no longer holds the same spark it once possessed. No, the joy and liveliness that once inhabited your fragile features are gone, having been ripped away from you by the the cruel claws of reality. The crumpled photo falls from between his trembling fingers.

No. They have ripped you away from him.

How he wishes he can go into the tear-streaked picture, be by your side again, bid you a proper goodbye. See you in your happiness one last time. Oh, how he wishes.

But he is now forced to witness the last sight of you he will ever see, an agonizingly delicate, breakable, sight. As regret, despair, and self-hatred fog Caleb's senses, his eyes catch something on the bed with you.

Shoving his way through the people that surround you, Caleb pries open your tightly closed left hand that lays still at your side.

What he finds nestled deep into your palm leaves him fallen, stranded on the hospital floor.

As his tears fall onto the cold, tiled ground in an unbroken waterfall, Caleb struggles to hold his body up on all fours as a scene that will never leave his mind for the rest of his life plays itself over and over:

As they lay in your hand, held onto even after your death, the plastic container of the colorful pills that started it all.

Once again, if you are suffering, please do not end it. Though it may seem like it, it is not a permanent release. Trust me, I have been there and am still struggling. The boys would never wish this on you, either. So please. Please stay with us. Stay with me.

~ Vi

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I need everyone to bully me in my asks till I actually finish writing what I say I'm gonna write

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LaDs Men x Daddy issue riddled reader dropping tn get ready y'all

Chapter 4 of What the Heart Wants dropping either tn or tmrw morning whichever i choose

(cst btw)

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TEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

⟡₊ ⊹ zaynes little secret

everyone at akso hospital was aware of zaynes crush on the hunter that came in regularly. yvonne teased zayne about the little smile that seemed to be reserved only for you. greyson, on the other hand, chuckled about zayne, who always twisted his neck to the point of giving himself whiplash whenever you left, as if he had to savor every last second of seeing you.

one day, greyson was feeling particularly brave. he elbowed zayne in the side. „you and that pretty hunter, huh? when are you planning on asking her out?“ 

zayne pushed the glasses up his nose. „I already have.“

yvonne and greyson shared a stunned look. „you have?“, yvonne asked. 

„I have“, zayne gave back sternly. 

„do we have to drag every little crumb of information out of you? tell us everything!“, yvonne exclaimed. 

„there’s not much to tell. it went well.“ 

„look at you, dr. zayne“, greyson said with glee. „getting a girlfriend before all of us.“

„she is, in fact, my wife.“ 

zaynes smile never faded. actually it got bigger when he saw the absolute astonishment in greysons and yvonnes faces. 

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Caleb from LaDs x I bet on the losing dogs by Mitski

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She texted back we're good y'all

I still miss her tho 🥺

I miss my wifey

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so i've realized my dan heng fic is gonna be a whole entire novel

heres a link to chapter 1

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I miss my wifey

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CHAPTER 3 | UNDER THE MOON AND STARS

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: ̗̀➛ a/n: CHAPTER 3 IS HEREEEEEEEEEEEE yay, I've now realized this is gonna be a whole novel so do expect other works to be released in-between chapters iA : ̗̀➛ cw: none muahhahaha, light reader has a negative amount of self worth angst, same with Dan Heng, Dan Heng is still very much a liar liar pants on fire, PICNIC DATEEEEE, AT NIGHTTTTTTT, cliffhanger ending, flufffffffffffffffffffffffff, enjoy! : ̗̀➛ taglist: @kimura-uzuri, @blushho

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Dannie led you to a smaller, more secluded area right outside the palace walls, not through the main gates, but an area that was undergoing some renovations. There were still guards around there, however, which allowed you to be at peace for the time being.

It was honestly quite beautiful, the sun was setting, coloring the sky in reds and purples. The stars were starting to come out further along the horizon, providing light as the day disappeared. The area Dannie led you to was just a short walk away from the palace walls. It was weird, though, how none of the guards stopped him. Though he did say he came here semi-often, so maybe they recognized him. You did notice some odd looks coming your way, however.

Once you got to a nice patch of grass that resided in a little field of wild flowers, Dannie set down a cloth, presumably for you two to eat on. He set down two plates, porcelain. How in the world did he get porcelain for a picnic??? He then brought out some freshly roasted beef, a rare commodity in your world, and a pitcher of fairly clear water. He also set down some fresh vegetables and a dessert you had never seen before.

You stared shamelessly as this mysterious man set the now-empty basket aside and beckoned for you to sit with him.

“How did you get all of this?” You were both wary and amazed at the rare delicacies so carelessly placed before you. Your thoughts were cut short by your hunger; almost a whole day with no food would do that to you.

“I have my ways. And it seems your hunger is overwhelming. May I suggest we start eating?” He looked at you but refused to make eye contact, fidgeting with his sleeves as he spoke.

You thought about it for a few seconds, still such an odd situation, but hunger won out, and you nodded in agreement.

He seemed relieved by this, and the tension went down in his hunched shoulders. He gave you a plate and gestured for you to take what you wanted.

You eyed him warily, but your hands betrayed you and took a serving of the roast beef, along with the vegetables and a cup of water you downed in less than a minute.

“So… like… who are you? And why did you set up a picnic with me?” These questions plagued your mind naturally. Why does a random, mysterious man want you out in the woods at night?

“I am Dannie, I work here in the palace, like I told you, and I set up a picnic because I wanted to show you this place. I also knew you missed dinner by the way you were walking around holding your stomach. Other information is not yet pertinent.”

What the hell.

You stared at him for a moment. Where does he get his confidence? Something in his voice soothed you, however, if he wanted to harm you, he would have done something by now. This fact didn't quell the questions in your mind, but it did make you more at peace with the unknown.

You let out a breath and felt yourself relax, okay, maybe just this once, you could enjoy yourself.

Dan Heng, or in this case Dannie, seemed to be completely at peace with his current situation. That was a lie; he was not, in fact, at peace. His heart rate was so loud he could barely hear himself think; he was sure his ears were bright red. He could not believe he was able to pull this off, I mean, do you even know how hard it is to get free time as the emperor of a warring nation??? Much less a whole evening??? This was by far one of the greatest miracles he had ever witnessed.

Dan Heng did feel a bit guilty leading you along this path of his deceit, you were an innocent bystander that he felt he was taking advantage of. Though the answers Dan Heng gave you were not lies, he did live and “work” at the palace, and he did want to show you this place, his refuge. Saying he was Dannie also was not a complete lie; it was his nickname when he was young, from his mother.

He did wonder why he would go to such lengths just to have a secret picnic with a palace servant? To be honest, he was not exactly sure himself. When you two made eye contact earlier that day, it brought about something within him that he did not yet know the name of.

“Hey.” You two were sitting in strange silence for too long, and you wanted the incessant noise in your head to stop.

“Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a bit. Truly my bad, I…do not get to engage so casually with others most days.” He was feeling sheepish; he had this whole thing planned out, but when it came to it, he lacked any and all experience in casual conversation.

“It's okay…I understand, honestly, same here. Hmm, maybe we couldddd… talk about our day? That's a normal topic that people talk about.” You leaned back on your arms, your palms lying on the surprisingly soft grass. It wasn't often you engaged with someone equally awkward in conversation that was the same rank as you (a.n.: well yk u THINK he's the same rank).

“Okay, yes,” he sat up straight, trying to appear composed, a bald-faced lie, but one he was used to telling, “my day was-”

He stopped realizing that if he talked about any details of his day, he would reveal his identity. While revealing his identity would not be the worst possible outcome, it was undesirable in his eyes. He finally came across someone who treated him normally, someone away from his world, he did not want to lose that.

“Your day was?” You looked at him quizzically.

“My day was fine, just busy, but this is nice, probably the highest point of the year so far.” He took a sip of the slightly dusty water.

“Damn really all I get is busy? Okay then, Dannie boy,” he choked on his water, and you giggled, “my day was also fine, I was also busy.”

You grinned at the mysterious man in front of you, but grew shy as his eyes lingered on yours. His smile grew, not wide, but sincere. You looked away, this time you were the one who was flustered, heart beating so loud you thought it would wake up the palace.

The date- er, picnic continued like this for quite a while. You two grew strangely comfortable together, like two souls finding each other after an eternity apart. This had been the first time you had laughed and smiled since you were a child, honestly, and it was all for yourself. This wasn't something useful or beneficial to others, but it was yours, and you found a sort of comfort in that. You let yourself lower some of your walls with Dannie, not all of them, of course, but you let him make you happy.

Dan Heng, or Dannie as you knew him, felt something similar, of course, he did not dare to speak his feelings out loud, and neither did you. He felt himself leave the pressures of the empire on his shoulders behind him and let himself enjoy the current moment. This was the one time when he felt like he mattered for himself, someone actually wanted to be around him. He was not the emperor Dan Heng, Imbibator Lunae of his nation, the young savior meant to solve all the world's problems, he was just him. He felt himself smiling naturally more than he had in his entire life up until that point.

You talked to each other for hours, late into the night, with only the moon and stars to watch over you both. It felt freeing. That was until the weight of the day and the food coma washed over you two. You yawned, and he gave an even bigger yawn, almost like a competition. His mouth opened so wide you swore you saw his stomach. When he realized he failed to cover his mouth, both of his hands shot up to cover his now blushing, tired face.

“So, how do you suggest we sneak back into the palace quarters without anyone noticing?” You posed the question that you knew needed to be asked, as unpleasant as it was.

“That…is. Uhm.” He put his chin in his hand and furrowed his eyebrows, deep in sleepy concentration. You couldn't help but think how cute he looked. “We could go back the way we came. I know I can get back to my quarters, but what about your own?”

You knew that by now all of the servants would be sleeping, and you didn't want to wake anyone by walking around. The guilt kicked in.

“It's okay, I'll find a way.”

“What way will you find?” Dannie looked at you skeptically.

“A way, it's okay, Dannie, really.” You put on your best sham-smile, the smile you knew best.

“No, I brought you out here, and it is my responsibility to make sure you return safely.” Dan Heng could feel the guilt settling deep in his chest. Of course, it was not like you could go in and out of your own free will, how could he be so selfish?

“I uh, uh, thank you. It's really not necessary, though.” You couldn't help but blush at Dannie's stern words.

“It is necessary to me, now come, we'll find a way.” He held out his hand to you, more comfortable now, still a nervous wreck, but a more comfortable nervous wreck.

You took it despite how clammy you suddenly felt. He led you around to the place where you both exited, leading you back into the palace. Some guards and officials were walking around, but no servants, and definitely no female servants alone with a man. You decided to keep close to Dannie and not get noticed.

You two walked around the palace in comfortable silence, scanning for your sleeping quarters. If it were up to you, you would’ve most likely opted to sleep in the grassy fields outside, just so that you didn't cause anyone trouble. But of course, Dannie could not have that. When you finally made it to your structure, you hesitated.

“Is everything suitable?” Dannie looked at you, concerned.

You nodded, but your face said otherwise, “It's just, I don't wanna wake any of them up.”

“You will not, you can go in there and lie down on your mat and sleep peacefully just like the rest of them.” He maintained eye contact with you, but you had to look away again because of how flustered you were.

“Okay, thank you.” You pouted a little, still wishing you could've just slept in the grass and avoided the trouble.

Cute, Dan Heng couldn't help but find your pouty face adorable. You caught him staring, you stared back, still pouting. He leaned forward, still holding your hand in his. You closed your eyes, immensely nervous and stiff, what was he about to do???

He then cautiously placed a chaste kiss on your temple, cupping your cheek with his free hand. You gasped quietly, you'd never been subject to such tenderness before.

Before you could say anything or process what happened, he quickly said, “THANKYOUANDGOODNIGHTSALUTATIONS.” And RAN.

You were left in front of your housing, stunned, unable to process what had just happened, between the adrenaline and your brain screaming at you. You had no choice but to sneak your way inside, stealthily, making your way to your mat.

Covered in your warm blanket and filled with butterflies from that night, you slept better than you ever had before. Warmth engulfed you like a comforting embrace after a hard day.

Well, until the next morning when you were so very rudely woken up by a very official-looking man.

“Servant! Arise, the emperor has called up on you!”

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: ̗̀➛ a/n part doh: this was mostly all written at 4 am, enjoy, I felt giddy writing this which is funny because I usually do not enjoy the process of writing, however I've found that when it's for my own enjoyment it is quite nice, also good morning my darling dearest @all-skedaddle-and-no-bop

banner art credit goes to @ mimi chan on pinterest but I've got no clue who the original artist is

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I am writing like a mad man on illicit drugs (I am not however a man on illicit drugs)

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cooking up a little comic series 👀 i imagined this as an oc w dr ratio in the HSR universe first, but im also realizing i could make this an original.

this is going to be platonic/familial btw.

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Hear me out: Puss in Boots

After the long war, you return home, as a famed battlemage, hoping for peace and time to heal your bruised soul. But quiet life escapes you: children beg for stories, villagers need magic, and monsters keep intruding. Yet somehow, this chaotic little town is exactly what heals you.