#zayne thoughts

but what about big cat zayne & soft lover boy zayne agenda.

after years of solitude, self-control and discipline, as soon as he feels secure in the relationship with a caring and sweet s/o, our dr. snowman melts.

think of all the cozy loving moments. oh, i so see him being the biggest and clingiest kitty.

like, when he comes home from a long and exhausting shift at Akso, all he wants to do is nuzzle into your neck, rub himself against your skin and maybe leave some marks and nibbles on it, too. encircle you with his arms into a tight and inescapable embrace, hide his face in your cleavage and almost purr with relief. (he's secretly a boob guy)

or, the stolen touches when he just passes by. a squeeze on the arm, a gentle kiss on the temple or the corner of your mouth out of nowhere, when you least expect it. a mindless feet massage while you're both watching some random garbage tv show before bed to get yourselves sleepy.

he'll occasionally sneak his hands under your t-shirt with the excuse of warming them up after his evol acts up. (it doesn't, he just wants to touch).

zayne always alwaysss shares his desserts with you. a bite, a spoon, he'll make sure you taste it first. speaking of food and dinners, there's also a small ritual of stealing bits and pieces from each other's plates because, clearly, it's more delicious that way. zayne's meal just appears tastier than your own, even though you're eating the same thing. and vice versa, don't think he's keeping his chopsticks to his own portion either.

zayne at home displays textbook cat behavior. he randomly joins you on the couch, enters your personal space and coaxes you into a cuddle. occasionally demands head scratches or kisses, usually by simply taking your hand by the wrist and placing it where he wants to recieve some love. not uttering a single word while doing so.

How did they raise him, aiding him in becoming such a mature, compassionate, intelligent man?

it's a mundane and quiet evening, you're both free and off work so, naturally, you're at his place. currently trying to improvise a dinner and stir-fry some veggies while zayne downloads the new video games you've been dying to try on his xbox. they're, of course, two-player games because nothing beats zayne's annoying yet adorable commentary when you two are miserably failing as a team. somehow, his scolding on your lacking focus and poor reaction skills is always too funny to take seriously.

"zayne, baby, where'd you put the soy sauce?" he hears you yell from the kitchen as you're rummaging through the fridge.

the pet name said so casually and naturally makes him short circuit for a second.

nobody's ever called him baby before. he's always been either dr. zayne or dr.li. the closest he ever got to gentle nicknames was a "zaynie" or a "darling" from his mother but it's parental, it's different. and only now he realizes that in his adult years he's never really been addressed as anything other than his title. it's respectful but cold, official and distanced. serious.

not that it ever bothered him nor did he even think about it too deeply until today, yet, in contrast, the sudden term of endearment by someone he loves feels almost overwhelming.

his ears warm up and turn a bright pink in a matter of seconds.

"zayne?" you try again, thinking maybe he didn't hear you the first time since it's pretty loud in the kitchen with all the sizzling and frying.

"a-hem, yes, we ran out but there's a teriyaki sauce bottle on the bottom shelf of the fridge," zayne responds and clears his throat to conceal his flusteredness.

once you're all settled on the couch, with your dinner served on the coffee table and the big tv and game controllers in front of you, he asks:

"so... what did you call me back there again?"

"hm? what did i call you?" you raise an eyebrow slightly confused, digging your chopsticks into the noodle and veg stir-fry as you look up at him.

he hesitates for a moment but before he can open his mouth, you already realize.

"ah. why? do you not like it?"

"no, not at all. i do like it. it's just..-"

"what, the chief cardiac surgeon isn't used to getting loved on?" you catch up quicker than he would like but he nods nonetheless, taking a bite of his dinner as well and regretting starting this conversation altogether.

you chuckle at his blushing cheeks and leave a light peck on one of them, unable to hide your smile.

"well.. aren't you my baby, though?" you whisper into his ear in a low chuckling murmur.

"i guess i am, yes."

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first of all, calling him shifu. that in itself feels intimate and a bit of a turn on because yes teacher teach me to control my powers, let’s meditate for five hours straight or go on a mindful walk in the forest to listen to trees. i trust you to lead me, shifu.

second of all, the courtship dance thing. need i say more

third of all, master of fate zayne in his calm and powerful glory getting flustered, cheeks and ears crimson red. an underexplored concept imo

fourth of all, kinda related to the shifu thing but getting better at stuff with your powers and him giving you an excellent or a well done. praise in a formal setting go brrr

Zayne who dreams, or if truth said, has nightmares about being Dawnbreaker. Zayne's Guardian Angel, the reader, is supposed to maintain his sleep schedule and dreams by protecting him from such nightmates. But instead of doing her job, the reader/guardian angel, falls in love with Zayne. At night time, she just stares at Zayne's visage for long hours, and during the day, she stares at his hazel green eyes instead of continuing with her heavenly duties. To punish her for falling in love with a mortal, her uhh boss? idk head angel smth, sends her INTO Dawnbreaker's world where she has to SURVIVE, die the death of a mortal, and finally return to her abode. Except now reader falls in love with Dawnbreaker. Zayne's nightmares stop. He sees a woman, who looks exactly like his lover (yes we are Zayne's lover, just like Dawnbreaker is Zayne uhh if that makes sense sksksk). And Dawnbreaker slowly gains hope, and finally achieves his one and only love, the woman he dreamt of, in his dystopian world. I'll decide the ending and how things tie up together later skaksjaklsls.