Zayn

( archie renaux. cismale. he/him. A little bit dangerous & CRMNL. ) that’s ZAYN GREAVES, isn’t it? they’re always hanging around the CRIMSON pack, so it’s rare to catch them alone. i heard they’re TWENTY SIX years old, and they’re currently a(n) ZOOKEEPER/CRIMSON BETA at BRONX ZOO. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to BRONX  by  MOTORCYCLE. ( j. 30. she/her. mst )

She closes her eyes again and buries her face into the pillow below. “I didn’t bother to learn that one.” She says although her voice so muffled the words are indistinct. At the mention of Zehra or her sister, Anna’s head pops up off the pillow and she looks at Zayn. “Zehra loves me! She wouldn’t.” She says with a frown and a shake of her head. Although she isn’t sure it’s true, but the witch wants the alpha as an ally. Her frown quickly disappears as she realises he was he was joking and she rolls back over onto her back and stares at the ceiling for a moment. “I could try a spell. But honestly it might make your head explode if it goes wrong.”

“Well then you suck.” Zayn grumbled bluntly. What kind of fun witch didn’t know the cure to a hangover? Though admittedly, he didn’t speak to many witches. “Now that depends on her mood.” He warned her, and turned off the bed to grab his vape. Taking a few hits off of it, as if it would satisfy his hangover. It wouldn’t. “Wow, that’s tempting how about no.” He turned the vape around in his hand, and offered it up towards her. “Want a hit?”

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Zayn Greaves. Now there was a hybrid that knew how to have fun. He returns the other’s wolfish grin with one of his own, though theirs is more similar to that of a tricky fox waiting for the lost traveler to come play their game. “Well, I could be doing you but I’ve heard through the grapevine you’ve gone off the market,” They tell the other, playfully pouting his lips. He wasn’t really upset, lovers come and go and it had been some years since they were last entangled with each other. “So instead I’m just having a little harmless fun.” Except it wasn’t all that harmless. In fact, it was probably only harmless to himself.

“I’m sure you know how betrothals work.” Zayn retorted, the reckless spark still illuminated from his dark irises. “Well, sad to see you’ve been resorted to this.” Zayn couldn’t help but laugh as he motioned his arm out towards the area around them. “Oh do tell me, because I’m really bored you see. You remember, I’m a detail type of person.” Zayn snickered to them. Sure, he couldn’t turn into a wolf this second. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t use his amplified powers against the other.

❝     𝐿𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐼𝐿𝑌   𝐹𝑂𝑅   𝑌𝑂𝑈   my   sister   isn’t   the   murder   type .  ❞      zehra   offers   as   a   cheeky   rebuttal ,     it   was   nice   to   relax   a   little   and   banter   back   and   forth   with   zayn .      ❝     thank   you ,      i   appreciate   your   dedication .      ❞      she   nods   promptly ,      𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝚝𝚘   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚋𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎   𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 .      people   who   valued   DEDICATION   and   LOYALTY   to   a   cause   or   group ,      but   zayn   held   both   which   was   why   in   turn   he   was   her   beta .      ❝     who’s   not   to   say   i   have   one   of   my   own   in   my   purse ?     i   thought   you   knew   me   better .    ❞     she  teases   amusedly .   

“Sure, they normally aren’t. Have you listened to true crime pod casts?” Zayne retorted, though he was in a relatively good mood. “Of course, I don’t want anything to happen to the family.” Because that’s what they would be - family. They already lived under the same roof like a family. “Is it already empty?” He inquired with a furrow of his brows and skeptical narrow of his eyes. He held out his own flask towards her, “Let’s toast.”

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Anna turned in the direction of the voice, eyes landing on Zayn. “I hope not, but I’ve learned to expect the worse in this city.” she gripes. Anna takes a sip from her own cocktail and almost spits it back out as she struggles to contain her own laugh. Quickly swallowing it down and clearing her throat she shakes her head. “I wish! But this place is way too fancy for that. Why is it that these type of parties always has the worst music?”

“Right? It’s kind of a downer.” Zayn agreed with a nod of his head. Though the vision of a random stripper jumping out of a cake had him giggle to himself. “Well, the event planners maybe.. but what’s stopping us from making a phone call to prank this place?” It’s a way to see if the other found amusement in chaos as he did himself. “Oh god. I know. This isn’t even music I would be able to fall asleep for. It’s pure torture.”

❝𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷   𝐹𝐴𝑉𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸 ?     ❞      zehra   muses   with   raised   brow .      ❝      i’ll   try   not   to   take   offence   to   my   ranking .       in   the   meantime   it’s   best   not   to   worry ,      i   doubt   the   culprit   is   IDIOTIC   ENOUGH   to   target   the   wolves   two   events   in   a   row .      besides   i’ll   be   worrying   enough   for   the   both   of   us .     ❞      albeit   contradictory   zehra   can’t   help   the   twinge   of   concern   that   had   settled   in   stomach ,      it   was   her   job   to   look   out   for   her   pack   after   all .      gaze   flickers   to   flask   earning   a   small   smirk ,      ❝      𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚎   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍   𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚣𝚊𝚢𝚗 ?     ❞

“I’m not trying to get murdered by your sister, so yes second.” He spoke half jokingly, but his amusement remained locked onto his facial features. “I’ll keep my attention aware anyway. I can fake drunk if I need to, but hopefully they’re not that idiotic.” Zayn confirmed with a slow shake of his head. The amusement vanished as he became more serious, but the seriousness didn’t last long. He laughed and tapped his flask. “Don’t hate on it because you didn’t think about it first.”

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“you didn’t see shit.” saying in an guilty tone. looking around to see if anyone else had seen her sneak some pastries in her purse. rolling her eyes, she grabs the lighter from one of the outside pockets of her bag, holding it idly between her and him. “i’ll give you this if you share whatever you need the light for.” taunting him back. 

A light bit of laughter left him and he shook his head firmly. “I’ll share, if you share what you have in your purse that we both saw. Scandal for a scandal.” Zayn teased the witch with a mischievous smirk. He flashes the rolled joint from the pocket of his suit, and quickly tucks it back in to not warrant any other stares. 

Ash hummed softly with a gentle shrug, looking around for a moment before looking back at the other. “It provides good people watching.” He replied with a smile and a chuckle.

“That’s true. See anything interesting or funny yet?” Zayn inquired with a wolfish grin that soon settled into a firm line. He stood beside Ash and found himself looking where the other looked briefly. 

“I saw what you did there.” Zayn mused while he spun the cup in his hand idly. The permanent redness illuminated from his knuckles. “I might forget what I saw if you give me a light.” His voice a teasing tone, while his dark hues look to meet her gaze.

Zayn approached the bar and happened to catch a familiar voice carry near him. He spun around toward the source and smirked to himself. “So, what’s your take? Going to see more runes tonight?” He glanced from her to his cocktail, with a pensive stare. “I’d almost be willing to bet...maybe there’s a stripper in the cake.” he snickered sheepishly.

“Look at that. My second favorite Demir.” Zayn flashed a devious grin at his alpha and soon to be sister-in-law. “There’s no way we can get blamed for anything tonight, is there?” He inquired, and shifted his attention to all whom were gathered at council hall. One of his hands reached into one of his inner pockets and grabbed the flask from the pocket. He took a swig, and then offered her it. “Want some?”

It was a rarity for him to get off his shift at the zoo before Selin. However, since he had stared a few nights prior almost all night they decided to give him a break. There’s not a day that passes that he doesn’t speak to his betrothed, he just can’t muster the strength to pull that final trigger. He liked being free to do what he pleased, and he suspected she felt the same way. They couldn’t axe the proposal either, because of their families and his position within the Crimson pack.

After changing at the house, he topped by the vet’s office. Usually he wasn’t eh most patient man in the world, but it gave him time to think. Out of his peripheral vision he caught movement, and her familiar scent tickled his superhuman scent. “Surprise, Sel. I thought we could spend the evening together.” Dark hues lifted to stare at her awaiting her response. 

Zayn’s obsidian gaze glanced over half-awaked at the other. A soft yawn, “Cheers for letting me stay. Sadie was in labor all night. Can’t even imagine having a sixty-eight kilo baby.” The last minute favor he called in because he didn’t want to disturb the Demir residence. He didn’t want the wrong type of gossip to stir within the crimson pack of him sneaking in at an ungodly hour. Seemingly though, he had gotten too comfortable not even donning a shirt. He sauntered around the kitchen as if it had been his own. Setting a cup of coffee down on the dining table, returning with a box of cereal, bowl, and jug of milk. Busying himself pouring the cereal into the bowl with no qualms about using their resources. “Are you normally this lively in the morning?” The word ‘lively’ coated in sarcasm.