summary : you think having a newborn is easy? well, you're absolutely wrong. After a few weeks of officially being a father to a baby girl, Zayne finds himself twisted in a series of events as a first time dad.
The sounds of a baby's cry can be heard miles away from the Li residence, and it has been like this for the past few weeks. Being first time parents was a tough challenge for you and zayne. with the baby constantly wailing, the couple did everything in their power to calm their baby girl. naturally, nothing worked.
"shh.. it's okay, daddy's here." zayne swayed the baby gently in his arms, softly singing a quiet lullaby to help her sleep, but this little one was stubborn like her mother.
the hazel eyed man did everything he could. singing, swaying, toys, bottle, and pacifier. nothing just seemed to work for him tonight. he sighed in defeat, looking at the wall clock. the short hand still stuck at 2. you fell asleep only 3 hours ago.
zayne felt helpless with the current situation that he's in. Usually, he was able to lull the baby to sleep. he thinks to himself for a moment, and remembered that weeks old babies need to be breastfed every 2-3 hours.
as much as zayne didn't want to wake his wife, he had to do it now. especially after attempting to bottle feed their baby.
"zayne.."
zayne followed the voice that called him to find you rubbing your eyes, implying that your just woke up from a short nap. "I've got it.. It's feeding time."
you walked up to Zayne with a small smile on your face, holding your arms open. zayne gently placed the baby on his wife's arms, holding her whole body in one arm and a hand on the back of the baby's soft head. "I'm sorry, little one just wouldn't calm down no matter what I did."
"it's okay, it was time for me to take over anyway." you sat down on the white rocking chair next to the baby's cot. "go catch some sleep, i promise to wake you when i need help."
zayne nodded and left the room. however, instead of listening to his wife, he decides to brew some coffee for the two of them and heat up a bottle for the baby.
he is reminded of the days when it was just the two of them having late night conversations over coffee and a beautiful balcony view. on the other hand, he wouldn't trade these all-nighters with their precious baby for anything else in the world.
it took zayne around 10 minutes to come back to the baby's room. "i brought us some coffee and a warm bottle."
you looked up at zayne, baby still wide awake. "you didn't have to.."
"i wanted to." he placed the wooden tray on the coffee table.
for a while, the both of you were silent. taking in the calmness of the room despite the obvious energy flowing from your baby. you leaned back on the rocking chair, sighing. "i'm tired, zayne.."
you felt zayne's larger hands on yours, "i know. i know you're tired."
it has only been a few weeks since you gave birth. you didn't feel like yourself, as if you were looking at a stranger in the mirror. this wasn't you.
this was your dream. a life with zayne. married with a baby, a happy home, friends and family that adore you, and a job that you love. but it just felt like you were cheated into thinking that this is what you were truly made for.
you felt your eyes water up, and guilt boiling inside you. "i'm sorry. i know this is what we planned. this is our dream." you held onto your baby, that was slowly drifting to sleep. your throat began hurting, as if its trying to keep you from voicing your inner thoughts because of the fear of hurting the man next to you. "I just-"
zayne got up before you could continue. he gently placed the sleeping baby on his arms and then moved her to her cot. making sure she was comfortable and warm before standing in front of you. he went down on one knee, taking your hand again into his and placing kisses on it, worshipping you.
"my love.. don't feel guilty for telling me this." he looks up with the intention of helping you understand. "you had just given birth, bringing a life into this world- a life so precious, we get to call ours."
"i know, but I.. I just wish I didn't feel this way. I love our baby, and I feel like such a bad mother for even having second-thoughts on a baby that's alive and healthy. I should be ashamed of myself." like always, you held your tears back. not allowing it to show the world that you were weak. that you wavered at the thought of regretting your little one.
zayne got up and bent down to your level, placing kisses on your eye that instinctively shut. "i don't blame you. you're allowed to feel this way. the only solution i can offer you is to stay by your side and walking this journey together." he held my cheek in his palm, wiping my tears away.
"this life that we have now.. it may be hard, exhausting, and sometimes you just want to cry and throw in the towel but i promise to you. i promise to share the burden with you."
you pulled him closer, melting in his comforting embrace. "you swear?"
he lets out a small chuckle, caressing your hair. "i swear on Astra himself."
"you're too good to me." you fix your hair, and wipe your tears away. "I'm sorry for not being brave sometimes."
zayne leans in, his lips close to yours. "I will never let the girl I love be brave on her own." he whispered before closing the distance between you as you shared a sweet kiss that proved his devotion to this life.
the life that was promised.
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a/n : longest one yet! i'm really proud of this one, hope you liked it
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you watch zayne roll his sleeves upto his elbows, his eyes watching you on the bed.
right by your head is a tiny jar of small heart shaped sugar candies. you tilt your head, leaning into the mattress with a knowing smile. “you’re looking at me like you’re going to run an experiment, doctor.”
“not quite,” zayne murmurs, voice dropping to a velvety purr. he reaches into the jar and pulls out a tiny sugar heart. “but, i think you’d quite like what we’re about to do.”
he doesn’t place it on your skin right away. instead, he slides his large hand behind your neck, lifting your head slightly, and presses the cold candy right between your lips.
“open,” he commands softly.
the second the sugar hits your tongue, zayne leans down at covers your mouth with his.
the kiss is deep and heavy, his warm tongue immediately tangling with yours to melt the candy between you. the sweetness coats your mouth, turning his kisses completely frantic. zayne groans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and holding your tighter until you’re whining for air.
when he finally breaks away, his green eyes are dark and incredibly hazy.
“so sweet,” he breathes, his thumb wiping away the sugary saliva from your bottom lip. “i think the rest of your body could use a dose, yes?”
and so he does it. zayne places the candies all over your body- carefully sucking, biting and kissing his way down. you moan and twist your body, unable to bear his sweet, sweet torture.
“z-zayne...” you whine.
he simply moves lower, trailing wet kisses down your chest. you arch your back, your thighs parting automatically as you ache for him, but zayne gently clamps his hands on your knees, keeping you still.
“behave,” he chides.
zayne takes a few more candy hearts and presses them right against your slick, swollen clit. you let out a loud gasp, your toes curling into the sheets at the feeling of cold candy against your heated core.
“ah...zayne..p-please...” you whimper, hips jerking up instinctively.
“look at me,” zayne requests, his voice dropping to that thick register that always makes your cunt throb. he holds your thighs open, watching the way the candy hearts melt into your glistening folds. “let it dissolve. you look so beautiful right now.”
you obey his words, looking up at him with tears in your eyes as you spread your legs wider for him.
“such a good girl,” zayne whispers, his serious front breaking at the sight of how much you want him. “so sweet for me.”
he buries his face between your legs. his warm tongue swipes flat and heavy over your clit, swallowing the melted sugar and your wetness in one deep, greedy stroke.
a loud broken cry rips from your throat. zayne dosen’t hold back, your sobs of pleasure only motivating him to suck harder. his mouth suctions over your swollen cunt, tongue moving in a fast relentless rhythm. the mix of the sweet melting candy and his hot mouth is overwhelming.
“zayne! ah-h...i-i’m coming!” you let out, fingers tangling into his raven hair.
zayne simply hums into your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs to completely drink you in. the deep vibration of his voice against your cunt makes drives you straight over the edge. your body shatters into a violent climax, walls pulsing hard.
he stays right there, licking through every wave of your release until you are sobbing from the sheer pleasure.
when he finally crawls up your body, his lips are wet and his eyes are soft with satisfaction. He presses his heavy frame against yours, capturing your mouth in another deep messy kiss that tastes entirely of you and sugar.
“zayne..” you breathe out, completely wrecked and shaking under his weight.
zayne kisses your cheek tenderly, his breathing just as ragged as yours. “you did so well for me. but the we aren’t quiet done yet. wrap your legs around me.”
notes: just silly fluff, xavier is codependent, zayne is #stressed, rafayel is #indistress, sylus is offended, and caleb is kinda normal but jealous (who is surprised), no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), that’s it (i think)
p.s. dark mode again yayyyyyy Also can u spot me in one of these…giggles (dodges tomato)
a/n: rachel with another bullshit idea who is surprised…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Riding Phainon's cock nice, deep and slow, his hands on your pudgy hips as you slowly bounce and he looks up at you like you put the stars in the night sky
Imagine sitting on Qifrey’s face and he moans as if he’s the one being pleasured. His angelic tone resonates throughout the entire room as he gently grasps your ass, gliding his tongue across the expanse of your folds repeatedly. There’s nothing in this world that he would rather taste than you, and so when he shoves his tongue through your fluttering hole, he bucks his hips up into nothing and whines.
“Oh, darlin’ you taste so good, mmf—” His nails dig onto your skin, forming crescents in its wake and leaving reddish marks that you know will bruise by tomorrow. As if realizing, he loosens his grip, pulling away momentarily to whisper an apology before diving back in. He plants soft kisses along your clit, moving downwards then practically makes out with your pussy.
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── ໒꒱ 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ▐ angst▐ hurt╱with comfort▐ blood▐ kissing▐ petnames▐ cursing▐ qifrey about to lose his shit on everyone▐ violence
── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 , WHA men reacting to you, a witch yourself, getting injured badly for them or protecting another.
▐ 𝐐𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 🪽
Facing the brimmed caps was no small occurrence to pass by. Especially since Qifrey had an unconditional hatred for them. With every bone in his body, he took every chance he could. Now that they were here in front of him, he wasted no time putting himself in danger.
As the situation got worse, Qifrey wasn’t prepared for another attack to happen. As soon as he realized he was about to get hit, time suddenly froze.
His whole body freezing, eyes widening, his blood boiling as he watched you taking the hit for him at the last minute. He swore he’d never want anyone he loved to get hurt. Not his apprentices, not Olruggio, and not you. Especially you. Screaming your name as you hit the ground with a thud. Racing to you as for once the brimmed caps weren’t his main priority anymore.
Why did you do it? You came only so late in the fight to jump in front of Qifrey because you knew if you didn’t, he would be terribly injured. Perhaps to the point of no recovery? It haunted your mind and so when you took the hit for him, it felt like your body was on fire. Feeling the warm sense of blood trickling down your nose to drip onto the ground.
Soon enough you felt a gentle pair of arms holding you. It was Qifrey, but your half lidded eyes could see how he shed tears for you. Although, you couldn’t sense how angry he was. Why did you jump in front of him?! He’d rather be more injured than you be completely safe and unscathed. Under that layer of trying to get you to the nearest hospital and whispering that you’ll be okay. His blood was boiling underneath.
“It’s alright, my love, you’ll be okay. I promise this will never happen to you. It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…” Qifrey put his head down as he spoke to you in a softly spoken manner.
Thank goodness he got you to the hospital on time. Qifrey made sure to double check that the brimmed caps didn’t follow you two. Immediately he had to get you two out of that situation before they could strike again.
As you laid on the hospital bed, your hand interlocked with his. You looked tired but deep down you were happy that he wasn’t once the brink of death. If he were to die, you would never forgive yourself but the same was to you as well in his eyes.
What did matter though was that both of you were alive. Yes you two had to get medical treatment but as long as you and Qifrey were alive, thats all that mattered.
▐ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒 🪽
Despite Easthies being one of the Knights or Moralis and you being a witch. You two still managed to make things work and have a steady relationship. Of course it wasn’t perfect nor did everyone know about it, but as long as you were happy, so was he.
One day out of the many, you were involved with a situation where the Knights of Moralis were called. Of course you had no part of the forbidden magic that occurred but it was nearby where you were. Therefore, it was only reasonable to check it out. After all, there were also other witches at the scene.
Once they arrived, one of them gave the run down. Of course everyone was checked for forbidden magic on them. You as well but of course had no problem doing so. Easthies checked you yourself. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew PDA wasn’t his specialty. Stepping back once done. It was only seconds before disaster struck.
After everyone was checked, Easthies was planning to report this to the Great Hall in advanced, since it’s expected of him whenever forbidden magic occurred outside the Great Hall. However, as soon as the knights were about to make their departure, a fast, sharp attack passed through the trees and hit you without having the chance to react.
Panic arose and immediately become became on guard. Some witches were with their apprentices who passed the second test and some alone. Some went to where the attack came from, some fled as they thought since the Knights of Moralis were here and it was better to find a doctor nearby than stay after all it was safer to leave, and you hit the ground as blood trickled down your mouth.
Witches weren’t aloud to learn or understand medicine. There were no doctors nearby at the fragile moment. While most of the knights bolted towards the direction of the attack. Easthies immediately went to you. His nerves shot. Was the attack meant for him? The moment he was close to you, seconds later the attack was set off. Did you protect him and became a shield while he wasn’t looking?
He didn’t know what to say. You were slowly bleeding out and had to get medicine emergency immediately. He trusted the members in his squad to take care of the issue. Just for today before picking you up in his arms. Assuring you everything with be okay as you rested your head on his chest.
The hospital air was quiet and almost suffocating for him. His silence was worse than his stern voice he could make out when upset. However, this truly hit him deep. You were bed ridden for the rest of the week and hospitalized for a few days. What struck you crashed your nerves and caused trouble inside your body. Now fragile and weak at the moment, you could only open your eyes to see your beloved beside you. Raw emotions threatening to spill like water breaking through rocks.
“Easthies…” You looked up at him, he refused to look back at you until you grabbed his hand gently.
“It wasn’t your fault. Not at all. Please don’t beat yourself up for it.” Your voice slightly changed in a more weakened tone, your thumb rubbing gently against his hand for silent comfort.
“I promise from now on, I will never let anything like this happen to you again. I forbid it.” He spoke in a sharp but emotional tone. Bringing your hand to his lips. Nothing like this will happen again, as long as he’s alive.
▐ 𝐎𝐋𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐎 🪽
You were happily able to join Olruggio in helping out a group of civilians who needed help nearby. If was just you and him which made it more fun since you felt like you haven’t been spending a lot of time with each other recently.
Once getting to the scene, it was dark but thankfully the civilians had light so you and him were able to see better. Apparently a little girl had gotten stuck along with a wagon near a cliff and the people were too scared to do something while preventing it to fall and hit rock bottom.
It was risky but you and Olruggio were prepared for these kinds of situations. You two didn’t past the fourth test for nothing. Therefore, you both went into action. You were in charge of the girl while Olruggio was in charge of the wagon. The only downside of it was it was at night and even with the torches, it was hard to see still.
As Olruggio drew a spell in secret to lift the wagon, you went in to search for the girl. Looking left and right, you soon found her curled up. Scooping her in your arms. All you had to do was just get out of the wagon, however, as soon as you were about to. Due to the storage and items inside the wagon, they moved the same direction you were at. Since the wagon tilted, it only took just a little angle for it to come sliding down.
When you noticed the storage came your way, you felt a sharp item pierce through your clothing and skin. Choking up before you threw yourself and the child onto the ground before the wagon moved onto safer grounds. Olruggio noticed a thin piece of wood piercing through you just barley.
As the child ran to her parents, Olruggio flew immediately to your rescue. You felt your nerves shot as you instinctively moved to Olruggio. However, his hands held you back to prevent anymore dangerous movement.
“Olruggio….please help me..” You gasped sharply as you felt a sting of pain hit you. Olruggio cursed before he slowly held you in his arms. Carefully not to move you so much. He had to get you to a hospital as soon as possible. Since the civilians were okay and both their wagon and the child were safe, he made a quick goodbye before leaving.
Once you two were at the hospital, you went through tiresome medical treatment and Olruggio stood outside the room, waiting to see you again. Fuck. How was that piece of wood able to just pierce through you that easily? Was it because of the heavy weight behind it that it simply just pushed its way in? Either way, Olruggio was mad at himself for it happening.
Once you were stable, Olruggio apologized multiple times throughout the day. It was weird to witness but such a simple mission turned into you getting hurt badly. If you didn’t receive medical attention soon, who knows what could’ve happened! Giving you a kiss on the forehead, did he wish for your forgiveness.
▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ,sorry if they’re any grammar issues!
Qifrey × Gender Neutral! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Inspired by Wait for it
➢ Angst && Not Proofread , Drabble && 500
➢ Qifrey always knew you were harsh on yourself. Though lately, the same critical lenses you wore were now laser focused on your performance. He had to find a way somehow to stop you from destroying yourself.
You watched your hand quiver before you could finish the magic circle, you paused for a moment then stared at your work. Staring at the wobbly and unfinished work made you enraged, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t good enough. Your wobbly hand incidentally let your grip on the pen loosen.
“Your hand, dear. It's slipping.” Qifrey’s soft voice snapped you out of the trance, his other hand gently guided your hand but his ‘unwanted’ assistance made you snap. “I know!”
The white haired male was startled, his spectacles slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Noticing this, you stammered and looked away, “I’m sorry. I- I’m just… frustrated right now,” Tears glazed your eyes, it eventually became too much as small drops of tears escaped the floodgates.
“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” You swallowed hard, your torso slowly becoming more erratic and frustrated with your own incompetence. “I was doing so well months ago. Why am I messing up now?”
“You’re blaming yourself too harshly.” Qifrey’s smile was tired but steady, his hand gently caressing your knuckles.
“My strokes aren’t perfect. My hands are shaky. The placement of the symbols isn’t balanced, and-” You broke off, your voice cracking with each word, as your fingers instinctively held onto your pen tighter.
“Look at me,” he urged gently, as the white-haired male guided your face to face him to stare into his calm ocean hues, that were nothing like your eyes that were filled with angry, nothing like your current state.
You looked away as your scarred hands reflexively turned into a fist, the pen completely discarded, you were ashamed of what you had become. “Qifrey, I can’t do it.”
“You’re not alone in this,” he reminded you then smoothed out your hair. “Please. Let me help you.”
Tears blurred your vision as words hurriedly spilled out of your lips. “My hands are trembling. I can’t draw a straight line. Ever since that fire, I’ve lost- I can’t be good- better-” You hiccuped between the words, your chest heaving hard as though each word choked you. “Ever since that stupid fire, I’ve lost everything. My hands, my ability to draw- my magic.”
“Dear, listen to me.” He reached for your hand but stayed careful and calm, a strong contrast to the current state you were in. “This is different because your hands were burned. You have to give them time. Relearn the motions slowly, the old‑fashioned way.”
“I’m holding onto hope,” you whispered “But it’s slipping through my fingers. I just can't help but wish I could skip all the pain...”
“I know.” His voice went soft, edged with regret as if he carried some of the blame. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
You blinked back more tears, your chest heavy from the burden of losing your ability as a witch. “Besides, how do we move forward when I keep dragging the past?”
He shook his head gently as he pressed both their foreheads against one another, “We move forward together. One careful step at a time.”
➢ "Reblog to support your favorite writer" belong to @/benkeibear
QIFREY X READER (1.4K) unestablished relationship, kissing, tension, angst, mutual heavy yearning, unspecified pronouns/gender, spoiler-free but alludes to qifrey keeping secrets
the hearth burns, lowly.
a flickering fire that licks at the air sharply, cutting through the cold night air permeating through the atelier’s walls. it causes shadows to dance across qifrey’s pale skin, across his one exposed azure eye that stares down at you with thinly concealed exasperation.
the realization could make you laugh. he’s exasperated. dismayed. then what would that make you?
the aftermath of your argument with the man gnaws at your insides. you bring your hands up to your face, dragging them down with a weariness that could hardly rival the exhaustion in your heart.
and you sigh.
“are you not tired?” you whisper haggardly. “who do you keep quiet for? me? olruggio? the girls?”
qifrey’s jaw ticks, but his voice comes out smooth. a bit too leveled, and a bit too practiced.
“i do not know what you are referring to.”
“the lying, qifrey… the secrets—!”
at the rise of your tone, qifrey swiftly brings a hand to cover your mouth, and the thought of waking the girls from their sleep quickly reels you back. it hits you that he’s close like this, and you almost wish you could pause time. to be able to feel the heat on your skin not from the fire, but from his own skin. the almost-wish aches your being.
you pull his hand away from your mouth but don’t let go. qifrey doesn’t either. and your tone is still just as hard as before when you whisper,
“i can tell something is going on. i just do not know what. i can see that it is eating away at you, qifrey. i want to help. we want to help. please, won’t you tell us? me?”
the more you push with your words, the more you lean into his frame, your face now mere inches from his. it seems that your pleas might’ve struck a chord within the white-haired man, as his hand softens against your cheek, your own palming over it.
the saturation in his eye glistens, yet he defeatedly looks away from your persistent gaze. the definitive action makes your skin prickle.
a man as kind as him would be equally as stubborn. his tender hands have always felt so heavy in more ways than one. with what weight, you truly didn’t know. he wouldn’t let you know. you feel a sting in your nose, a sadness in your chest as a tear slips from your eye. it trails down to where your finger overlays his on your cheek.
at the sight, qifrey inhales audibly through his nose. he looks so torn that it haunts you, makes you close your eyes in dejection—
—just as you feel two soft lips press onto yours.
your eyes blow wide open at the sensation, his kiss stifling the noise of surprise that tries to leave you.
qifrey gently brings his other palm up, cushioning your face with both hands, but he only keeps his lips pressed onto yours—unmoving, firm. you squint your eyes in surrender as you return the kiss with equal pressure, tasting the salts of your shed tear.
this is unlike him. unlike you. after all these years, the line between friend and something closer has never felt more blurred until now. he’s never spoken of his feelings. you’ve never spoken yours. but maybe, this was the confession you needed, through all the worry and uncertainty he’s caused you.
the realization could make you cry, because it could never be any more than this.
the hearth crackles.
it pops with every fiery splitting of the wood, with every step qifrey takes forward, and you backwards. he pushes and pushes and pushes, his stride gentle and unrelenting as always. but there’s a particular desperation to the way his hands cradle your face—rigid fingers that yearn to melt into your skin, yet hold back. the way that he doesn’t pause even as you both draw away with each needed breath taken, his lips moving forward to capture yours again after every inhale.
it makes you tug at his shirt, the tight black fabric that adorns him silk underneath your fingers. qifrey pushes, and you pull. the gasp that escapes him when your tongue dances with his only fuels you further—makes the desire swell low in your gut.
you want him closer. closer. to crawl underneath that skin-tight fabric of his and live in between his ribs. to revel in making him gasp and chase without this sudden fear that he’ll pull away spiking in your bones. his lips are warm, mingled breaths hot as your hand reverently travels up his chest, feeling his body tremble at the intimate touch.
your fingers come to pull at the hair at his nape, then urge his head closer—his mouth deeper, unknowingly reaching for his cheek to hold him like he holds you.
sinking. you think you’re sinking, and that qifrey might be too, when suddenly, he draws back in alarm. his hand snatches your hovering wrist and forcibly pins it to the wall behind you, restricting any movement. your eyes snap open to meet his own that swarms with horror.
you’re speechless. not even a wonder of how you two got to the wall crosses your mind, just pure defenseless overtaking every thought. completely taken off-guard by the anxiety seeping from qifrey’s gaze and the hard set line of his lips that was just on yours a second ago. the temperature in the room drops astronomically despite the fire going—chills traveling up your spine at the almost cold look marring his features.
“… qifrey?” you ask quietly, tentatively, unable to tear away from his eye contact. his face towers over yours, close and almost frightening. you’ve never felt so close, yet so far away from him.
qifrey blinks once, twice, then loosens his iron grip on your wrist. your arm barely moves from its position, rigidly breaking off the wall and suspended in the air as if still registering the lightning-abrupt motion.
in fact, you’re still registering what just happened.
“w-what’s wrong?” you attempt to gather your thoughts. “are you—?”
“i apologize,” he says. the statement makes your heart sink to your stomach.
“…what for?”
“we cannot do this. i apologize for my rash behavior.”
you’re not sure what kind of expression twists over your features. confusion? anger? disappointment? all of the above? whatever it is, and try as you might, you can’t hide how gutted you feel. and you guess it satisfies qifrey in some sickening way because he smiles.
qifrey smiles sorrowfully, with a lifetime full of grief you can never come to understand. you feel another pang hit your chest as his beautiful azure eye shines down on you, his eyebrow downturned miserably. you want to smooth out the wrinkle—to take away his pain.
because underneath the witch’s cloak, you know what kind of man he is. someone who is soft, kind. someone who you wish you could embrace and protect just as much as he cares for others.
what wills him to deflect like this?
from this angle, his shadow completely encases you, no longer a fiery glint reflecting off the gold rims of his spectacles.
you really can’t stop the urge when you ask, quiet and heavy,
“are you not tired of running away?”
qifrey cocks his head just slightly, his white hair swaying with the motion, but never revealing his right eye. it never does. his left eye pins you frozen to your spot.
and longingly, he whispers, “i…”
hope courses through your veins as qifrey reaches for your face again, only to pause right before making contact, fingers twitching as if you were something unattainable. as if touching you was something he wasn’t allowed to do. you want to tell him it is possible. you wait and wish for him to take the plunge, for him to push again.
he doesn’t.
qifrey pulls away, and in an unsettlingly light voice, he responds, “as long as you keep looking at me that way, everything will be fine.”
what way? in pain?
how in the world would that make everything fine?
your body is still tight with tension as qifrey slowly backs away, the light of the fire finally brightening your vision. words die in your throat, and you can still feel the tingle on your lips.
(oh, how hopelessly in love you are with him.)
qifrey speaks again. just as soft. just as defeated. “i apologize. i cannot give you an answer to your questions. for your sake—”
he’s quiet, but you hear his final words as he walks away. it makes you bite your lips in helplessness, face dropping to the ground as hot tears run down your cheeks.
“—and for mine.”
the hearth burns, anguishly.
leaf divider @/diviniyae, line divider @/cursed-carmine. there’s this specific panel of him smiling in chapter 85 that is THE smile that is mentioned … I WILL POST!!! (and tag as spoilers) ^^ when i wake up
I really like reading your Qifrey x reader posts!! I always look forward to them :)
My suggestion is — would love to see jealous Qifrey. Perhaps he gets jealous of when reader starts gushing over another guy who she recently met or has heard about and Qifrey gets jealous. It would be cool to show Qifrey jealous pre-relationship and during the relationship with reader.
I look forward to reading what you cook up!!
Thanks for reading :)
Jealousy Jealousy
Qifrey x reader
cw: jealousy on Qifrey's end/insecurities
AN: thank you!! I've only just gotten around to writing this 💔💔 thank you for your patience dear 🙏
Qifrey had never considered himself a jealous person.
As a teacher, a mentor, and someone who carried the burdens of others on his shoulders, he liked to think he was above such petty emotions. Yet every time he saw you laughing with your longtime friend, something uncomfortable twisted in his chest. The two of you had known each other for years before he entered your life, and that history showed in the effortless way you spoke together. You would finish each other's sentences, exchange inside jokes, and stand just a little too close for Qifrey's liking. He hated himself for noticing. Whenever he caught sight of you smiling at them, he would immediately look away, telling himself he had no right to feel possessive. Still, the thought lingered. They know parts of you I don't. They were here before me. The realization left him feeling strangely small, a feeling he despised because it was so unfamiliar.
Before either of you confessed your feelings, those emotions only grew stronger. Qifrey found himself paying attention whenever your friend was mentioned. If you were late to meet him and casually explained you'd been spending time with them, his smile would remain perfectly polite while disappointment settled heavily in his stomach. He never voiced it. Instead, he convinced himself that your happiness was what mattered. But late at night, when the world was quiet and he was alone with his thoughts, doubts would creep in. What if you cared for your friend in a way you didn't care for him? What if the affection he was desperately trying to hide was doomed from the start? He would replay every interaction, every touch on your shoulder, every laugh shared between the two of you. It wasn't anger he felt. It was fear. Fear that his feelings were one-sided. Fear that someone else already occupied the place in your heart he secretly longed for.
When you finally became a couple, Qifrey thought those insecurities would disappear. Instead, they simply changed shape. Now he had proof that you loved him, yet that old jealousy occasionally resurfaced whenever your friend was around. He hated how irrational it made him feel. During gatherings, he'd watch you chatting with them and feel a faint sting in his chest. Not because he doubted you, but because he couldn't stop comparing himself. Your friend knew your childhood stories. They knew your embarrassing moments, your habits, the little details from years before Qifrey met you. Sometimes he wondered if he would ever catch up to that history. He'd stand quietly beside you, smiling through conversations while his thoughts churned beneath the surface. Then guilt would follow immediately afterward. They're important to you. Why can't I simply accept that? The conflict exhausted him.
You noticed long before he admitted anything. One evening, after your friend had left following a visit, you found Qifrey unusually quiet. When you gently pressed him about it, he tried to dismiss it at first. But eventually the words slipped out. He confessed how insecure he sometimes felt, how he couldn't help envying the bond you shared with someone who had known you for so long. The moment the admission left his mouth, he looked embarrassed. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he couldn't quite meet your eyes. "I know it's foolish," he murmured. "I trust you completely. I just..." He struggled for the right words. "I wish I had been there for those years too." Hearing that vulnerability from someone who always appeared so composed made your heart ache. You reached for his hand, squeezing it firmly. Then you told him something he desperately needed to hear: your friend had your past, but Qifrey had your present and your future. No one else occupied the place he did.
The relief on his face was immediate, though subtle. His eyes softened, and the tension he'd been carrying seemed to melt away beneath your touch. When you leaned against him, he wrapped his arms around you with unusual tenderness, holding you as though reassuring himself that you were truly there. In that moment, the jealousy wasn't completely gone, but it no longer felt frightening. It was simply another piece of his love for you—messy, imperfect, and deeply human. He buried his face in your hair and listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. For once, the comparisons faded from his mind. Your friend might have shared countless years with you, but they weren't the one standing here now. They weren't the one you chose every day. And as you smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, Qifrey felt warmth spread through his chest. Not because he had won some imaginary competition, but because he finally understood that love was not measured by who came first. It was measured by who stayed.
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The Sun is my Neighbor (Modern AU! Phainon x Reader)
Warning: fem reader, modern au, suggestive, mentions of Ly*us
Divider by: @melodiesirae
Word count: 583
Taglist: @milkhalo
Notes: OMG IM BLOOMING.
You had left in a rush that morning, desperate to pay your landlord the rent before he kicked you out. Lygus, who you were positive was the devil himself, was the worst landlord anyone could ask for. You can curse him later, what matters is that you paid your rent before he decided to jump you. Now your morning was perfect.
Well, besides the fact you left the front door open.
You stepped in and froze at the scene before you: couch over-turned, vase broken, your shelf looked like it was a sneeze away from falling over. And in the middle of it all? Your neighbor Phainon and his giant fluffy Samoyed Snowy. You stood in shock as you tried to process the chaos before you.
Phainon, still unaware of your arrival, was too busy wrestling Snowy off your couch before he tore it in half. When he managed to pull him off, Snowy ran towards you, sitting in-front of you like he demanded a treat for the chaos he managed to cause.
“Ah- (Name)…” Phainon said, slowly walking up to you, “Sorry, I was walking Snowy and he bolted in here the second he saw the door open…”
He looked like a kicked puppy, asking its owner for forgiveness, and Snowy suddenly did the same thing.
“It’s okay, I’m not ma-”
Phainon cut you off, straightening his back, “I’ll make it up, I promise! Let me clean up the mess.”
He left no room for retaliation, immediately cleaning up like his life depended on it. You sat down and watched him, Snowy helping him fix the chaos.
You had to admit, he was cute. But his biceps did not fit his personality. Well, who were you to complain? This was a free opportunity to stare at them, and who would pass up such an opportunity?
You stared as he began lifting the couch with one arm, the sweat on his arm glistening in the sun.
‘Oh to be the sweat..’ You thought, with no shame whatsoever.
Watching him move around the couch, you locked in on his arm, watching how they stretched and flexed, ‘I want him to put me in a headlock..’
Snowy, who saw where your eyes were looking, decided to do something that would probably make him sleep in the backyard.
He slowly prodded over to the chair you were sitting on, and bit off the leg, causing you to fall off.
You were snapped out of your trance as you fell off the chair, landing in Phainons lap.
Phainon stared at you for a second, before red painted his face as he helped you up.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry about that, I’ll make sure to ground Snowy later.” He exclaimed, glaring at Snowy who was wagging his tail in satisfaction.
Your mind, still processing what just happened, decided another fumble was okay, “Could you give me lockjaw with your thighs please?”
Oh how loud that silence was. You were mentally screaming at what you just said, Phainon froze at that, his neck turning tomato red to match his face. Even Snowy seemed to be suddenly focused on the piece of glass next to the table.
Phainon slowly got back to his senses, grabbed Snowy and dashed out of the front door. (You could swear you saw a bulk on his pants.) He shut the door, locked it, and turned to glare at Snowy who knew he wouldn’t be getting treats for a month after that.
Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)
He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.
Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.
Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.
2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.
Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.
While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)
3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.
If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.
He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.
4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.
Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.
5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.
Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.
In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!
Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? He’d welcome them with open arms.
Phainon X Reader
Summary- In which, after months of stolen glances and embarrassingly pathetic yearning, Phainon finally gets an excuse to spend some time alone with you.
Unfortunately, what he expected to be a simple 'art session' quickly turns into something far more dangerous. (Which included him stripping and posing for your entertainment.)
Warning : Suggestive content
"You want me to what? " Phainon blinked, repeating the sentence to confirm if his ears were truly playing tricks on him.
"Strip." you simply said, placing a long wooden board on an easel.
"Oh right, of course."
The strange thing was that this wasn't even the most shocking part of the day.
The most shocking part had happened fifteen minutes earlier when you had voluntarily approached him and started a conversation.
The second most shocking part was that you'd asked to draw him.
Unknown to you (and, thankfully, everyone else) Phainon had been harboring an embarrassingly massive crush on you for nearly a year.
It all started with a stupid laugh.
He'd been sitting in the cafeteria, stealing fries from Mydei's tray while pretending not to, when he heard it.
A loud, carefree sound that seemed to drown all noise around him.
It was just curiosity at first that led him to look up.
And there you were with your friends, head thrown back. Laughing so hard that you nearly spilled your drink.
He gulped.
And looked away.
The next day that 'carefree' image shattered completely.
Which somehow made everything worse.
He was walking across campus when he heard shouting. A crowd had formed near one of the buildings.
Curiosity won again.
He pushed through the sea of people and froze when he reached the clearing.
It was you.
Right in the center, hand gripped tightly around a boy's collar.
"I dare you to say that again." you spat, lowering your hand to throw a punch at his stomach.
The boy groaned in pain, apologizing and begging for you to let him go.
Around you, people gasped. Some recorded on their phones. Others whispered among themselves.
But you only laughed, eyes wild with maniac anger.
Your friends had to physically drag you backward.
And somehow,
Somehow...
Phainon walked away with an even bigger crush than before.
Because apparently his heart was defective.
After that he started noticing you everywhere.
The library. The hallways. The courtyard. The gym.
Everywhere.
Sometimes you'd pass each other. Sometimes your eyes would meet.
Neither of you would say anything.
Just a glance.
Then another.
Then another.
Months passed like that. Eventually the eye contact became normal. Expected even.
He'd see you.
You'd see him.
A second.
Two seconds.
Then move on.
He felt he was part of those cringe highschool romance movies. The kind with dramatic music and slow-motion eye contact.
It was embarrassing.
So Phainon turned reckless.
The next day your eyes met...
He smiled.
Nothing weird. (at least he hoped not)
Just a small upturn of his lips directed solely at you. It seemed innocent, but his heart was desperately hammering inside his ribs.
The second he did it, regret hit him like a truck.
Because what if that was weird?
What if he'd imagined everything?
What if—
You looked away sharply. Not even a glance.
Phainon immediately fell to the floor, almost on the verge of tears. "Oh, I'm fucked."
The next day he saw you again.
His expectations were already buried six feet underground.
Then you looked at him. And after a moment of hesitation, you waved.
Just waved.
Phainon spent the entire night celebrating like he'd won a national award.
After that, he figured the crush would stay exactly where it belonged.
A harmless memory. Something he'd look back and laugh.
He was content with your smile. It became something he looked forward to every morning.
However...
That fantasy came crashing down when several months afterward, you walked up to him holding a sketchbook.
"Can I draw you?" you asked, a blank look on your face.
For a moment, his brain stopped functioning.
Phainon simply stared. It was the first time he had heard your voice so close. A voice only for him to hear.
So of course he replied without a second thought.
"Sure!"
Bad idea.
An absolutely catastrophic decision.
You had taken him into a lone classroom, warm sunlight spilled through the open windows and a soft breeze blew the white curtains adrift.
The atmosphere looked like the beginning of a confession scene.
Very romantic right?
WRONG.
Because right at the center of the room was a tall wooden stool.
"Sit right there," you pointed. "And strip."
Apparently, what you actually meant was that you wanted to study anatomy for a drawing.
A completely normal explanation.
One that somehow did not make him feel any better.
"You only need to remove your shirt," you added while unpacking pencils from your bag. "Nothing else."
Yeah, like that made it any better.
Phainon sighed but relented anyway. Saying no wasn't exactly an option.
Not when it was you asking.
He approached the stool, running a finger along the edge, before sitting on it.
"Here goes nothing then." he hooked his fingers under his purple shirt and pulled upward. The movement was slow, almost hesitant, before the whole thing was off his body and discarded onto the floor.
Cool air brushed against his skin.
He glanced at you, waiting for some sort of reaction.
You barely looked up.
Instead, you focused entirely on your paper.
"Should I pose or something?" the boy asked hesitantly, tilting his head.
"Mhm." you hummed, pencil already tracing down the paper.
Phainon gulped. Then reluctantly attempted to copy what he vaguely remembered seeing in Aglea's fashion magazines.
"Let's see..." he gripped the corner of the stool with one hand, leaning back and spreading his legs. The other hand rested on his thigh, his gaze tilted to the side. "Is this good?" he asked.
No response came for a moment.
"Yeah." was all you said.
Then he heard the soft scratch of pencil against paper. From the corner of his eye, he could barely make out your figure, but he felt your gaze all the same. It lingered on him with unsettling patience, tracing every line and shadow as though committing them to memory.
He felt terribly exposed like this. As if he was showcasing every shameful feeling that lingered in heart.
He hated it. He hated how he could be half naked yet still feel so cold.
Months of longing weighed heavily inside his chest, dense and impossible to ignore. Every glance from you only seemed to make it worse.
And meanwhile, you sat there, calm and focused, your expression unreadable.
It was almost insulting.
The sharp sound of tearing paper cut through his thoughts. His gaze flicked up just in time to see a page slip loose and drift lazily to the floor.
"You can change poses."
He wanted more.
He wanted a reaction. Any reaction.
He wanted proof that he affected you.
He wanted to linger in your thoughts. To interrupt your concentration. To become impossible to ignore.
He wanted you to feel the same parasitic suffocation.
And so he got up.
"I think it'd help if you could see properly." he didn't even wait for your permission.
His fingers reached down to the zipper of his pants.
"Uh-?" your eyes widened.
Phainon slowly pulled on the slider of the zipper, the sound seeming far louder than it should have in the quiet room.
Fabric rustled. Somewhere behind you, the clock continued its steady ticking, yet even that seemed distant now, swallowed by the heavy silence stretching between you.
He let the discarded layers fall where they may, careless and unbothered, as if his heart wasn't beating wildly in his chest.
"Well?" he asked quietly. The corner of his mouth curved upward. "Is this better?"
He wasn't fully naked, he had some semblance of shame left after all.
You however, were frozen in place, pencil hovering over the paper before it dropped.
"Oh..." you stumbled over your words, the sound feeling like victory to the blue haired boy.
You bent forward slightly in your chair, reaching for the pencil that had rolled too far from your grasp.
But as you did, your gaze slipped—almost against your will.
Your eyes traced line of his legs first. The stillness in the way he sat, as though he had decided that movement itself was optional now.
Then higher, where tension gathered in subtle shifts of muscle and posture, like he was holding himself together through sheer will alone.
Phainon shuddered. You weren't even trying to hide your stare.
You let out a shaky sigh as you settled back onto your chair, as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
"Stay like that then..." you muttered, turning to the paper for a second before glancing back at him.
This time, your focus lingered higher, on his chest. On the way each muscle shaped his body. Memorizing the shape, the colour before copying the same on the paper in front of you.
Your gaze trailed lower again. To his waist, tracing the curve in your mind.
Soon, the stares become longer than the actual drawing.
Phainon was not stupid, it was plain to see what you were doing.
Just as you studied him, his eyes traced you in return. Every small movement you made felt suddenly too loud in the silence.
The faint tremor in your hands as you adjusted your grip on the pencil. The way your shoulders tightened when you focused too hard. The absent motion of your tongue brushing your lips every few seconds.
He watched how you folded one leg over another, pressing tightly as if you felt uncomfortable bound by the constraints of the fabric. His teeth pressed into his lower lip at the sight, a small, restrained motion that betrayed more than he intended.
The game of pretend went on for long.
Finally you tore the paper from the top of your book. "I'm done. Thank you."
Phainon blinked, as if brought back from a daze. "Oh... That's nice."
He got up from the stool, trying to ignore the obvious protrusion of his boxers and prayed you wouldn't notice.
"Can I see it?" he asked politely as he approached you. Honestly, he just wanted to stand near you. Perhaps if he could feel the warmth that clung to you, the restlessness in his heart would finally settle.
"Uh?! That's not-!" Your face flared red instantly as you bent down, scooping the papers off the floor and pressing them protectively to your chest. "No thank you..."
"..."
'That's an intense reaction.' he thought.
"Why not? I want to see how I look." He stopped beside your stool, close enough that the space between you felt intentional. Waiting for you.
But you shook your head quickly, clutching the papers tighter.
He blinked.
You stared back.
"What's that?" Phainon suddenly pointed at something behind you. You flinched slightly and turned.
The moment your gaze shifted, he yanked the papers from your hand.
"HEY!?" You pushed up from your chair, but his hand settled on your shoulder before you could fully stand, firm enough to keep you there without force.
"Now, now," he said lightly, almost amused. "What’s the hurry?"
He lifted the pages above his head with an easy grin, watching you like he already knew you weren’t actually angry.
"I wanna see how beautiful I look in your eyes."
You groaned.
When Phainon looked at the drawing, he froze.
It wasn't some masterpiece of a drawing. Heck, it wasn't a drawing at all. Only random lines and scribbles were etched on the paper.
Not him, not anything else. Just random bullshit.
"... Surprise?" you offered weakly, forcing a smile. "I'm not an art student... I just..." your voice faltered.
Oh.
Oh.
Phainon let the papers fall from his hands as he turned his gaze towards you.
"You... just?"
So you weren’t as composed as you pretended to be. That realization alone was enough to curl something satisfied in his chest.
His lips curved before he could stop it.
"I just wanted to..." you started, then stalled almost immediately, eyes dropping away from his.
Phainon slowly leaned closer. His hand found the back of your chair, bracing there. "Hm?" he murmured, voice quieter now, almost coaxing. "What is it, (Y/N)?"
"Well I... -" you took a breath, but paused when you felt one of his hands moving up your shirt. His touch feeling cool to your already burning skin.
You let out a shaky breath.
"Go on then?" his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered.
"I just..." Your voice faltered again. Like a broken cassette, stuck on the same fragile loop, refusing to play anything else.
You moaned slightly when you felt his tongue teasing the shell of your ear.
"I think you need more practice to get better, right? " his warm breath caused a shiver down your spine.
He laughed when you nodded slowly.
"Maybe... I should strip even more then."
Fin
LMAOOO UH THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE WRITTEN SMTHING LIKE THIS SO IM SURE ITS A BIT...WEIRD BUT I TRIED.
ANOTHER ADDITION TO MY PHAINON OBSSESSION LETS GO! i really should stop writing about him.....
ANYWAY I HOPED YOU LIKED IT! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS
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Sylus: it's not like he doesn't hold your whole hand (he insists on doing so, even), it's just... that holding such a tiny part of you, that's unwilling to let him go, it's almost electrifying. If you seek his pinky first, he won't admit it, but the tip of his ears gets a little red.
Caleb: holding your hand is also a natural thing for Caleb, and you've been doing it since you were kids. While crossing the street, taking a walk in the park, or simply watching TV together, somehow your or his hand reached for the other's. But as you two grew up, holding hands became more intimate in the eyes of others. So, when you two wanted to avoid awkward questions or looks, you'd seek each other's pinkies and discreetly keep each other close.
Playful headbutts
Zayne: while waiting in line or standing close to each other, he suddenly leans his body to the side and gives your head a little bump, looking straight all the time. It's a cutesy way to kill boredom and, if you do the same, he smiles a little. It doesn't matter if you can only reach his shoulder or his head, bumping into each other is somehow amusing for him.
Xavier: he does it the most when he wants your attention. Let's say you're both drinking with colleagues, and you've been distracted or too engrossed with your friend's chatter, that's the moment when you feel a little bump from your side. He'd be looking at you with doe eyes while his hand supports his head. He wants you to look at him sooo bad, and it works. He also does it when you're sitting together on the bed or couch, it's past your bedtime and he quietly reminds you to go rest.
Hip bumps
Rafayel: also a way to kill boredom, or to tease you. He does it the most when you're both in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth or hair. Starts with a gentle push, barely swaying your body, but of course you push him back, so it escalates. Never strong enough to make you fall, but enough to make you stumble a couple of steps as you lose balance. Loooves and bursts out laughing if you get mad and rely on actually pushing him with your arms.
Randomly play fight
Caleb: another habit from childhood. You want to tickle him, he defends himself, you grab each other's hands, push and pull, he tries to make you trip a little with his legs (he always catches you !!), you pull his arm, and suddenly he has you pinned down on the bed/sofa, both of you giggling. While growing up, he might've accidentally hurt you, something you laughed off because you knew it wasn't intentional, but he still learnt to measure his strength around you.
Poke you out of nowhere
Xavier: it's his version of play fights. Since he likes to pull pranks, he tends to poke the small of your back when you're distracted, sometimes making you yelp, then your sides or cheeks. It can turn into a tickle war easily.
Rafayel: pokes your shoulder and acts as if he doesn't know anything, and somehow it always works because he only does it at his exhibitions, so there are a lot of people who randomly pat your shoulder to get your attention, but when he is barely containing his giggles, that's when you smack his arm.
Out of the two of you, Zayne was obviously the lesser affectionate one ; when it came to PDA, he'd hold your hands, kiss your cheeks and peck your plump pinkish lips, brush strands of your hair away from your beautiful eyes, lead the way with his hand caressing your lower back.
It took some time for him to get comfortable with it as he is usually a more reserved type of man, but that changed completely once he met you : you liked physical affection, a lot. Whether it was in public or private, you'd never miss a chance to have your hands on him in some type of way, to have your bodies clinging to one and another. Zayne, at first, felt shy but now, he can't wait for finish his shift so he can feel your warmness wrap his entire body, have your scent cling onto his clothes.
One thing that he adored about your affection was ... what did you call it last time ? Oh right, cuteness aggression. It was during one of your many dates : he had planned a movie night at home -- cozy, comfortable, and most importantly private. He might scold you in public and remind you to behave, but deep down he wished you would never stop this ''cuteness aggression''. While watching the movie, he could sense your eyes staring at him.
He pinched his nose bridge and gave a small sigh, pretending to be annoyed when it was obvious that he was trying to hide a smile : ''You should watch the movie, sweetheart. I don't want to end up summarizing it all again.''
You jumped on his lap and began planting kisses all over his face ; this was a first -- and it certainly wouldn't be the last, Zayne thought. Gods, he prayed that it would happen again, and again, and again ... He could feel his cheeks rise up in heat, the tip of his ears blooming into a pinkish shade as he looked away, blinking shyly : ''What are you doing, my love?''
You cupped his face and kissed his cheek in a rough manner, earning a low gasp from your lover : ''Just loving you -- you look so handsome, so cute !''
Your smile -- that was what made Zayne's heart melt completely. You looked so happy at that moment, your eyes shined so brightly that Zayne felt an overwhelming urge to cradled crash you in his arms, forever in his embrace.
And that was the beginning of this little game that Zayne kept in his mind : how to trigger this ''cuteness aggression'' so you could drown him in kisses again (without having him ask for it, or having you tease him). You never noticed anything as he was too subtle and good at hiding his own personal challenge, but Zayne would purposely smile a certain way, or make his hair fluffier, or tilt his head when you talked -- all in the hopes that you would fall into his trap.
And when he finally succeeded again at giving you ''cuteness aggression'', he'd be real proud of himself that night.