#zsakuva x reader

[chol1na]

˖⁺‧₊ kitty? kitty.

author's note: i'm kinda nervous to post stuff but you only live once, right? a big thank you to @yoosungs-cheeks and @jannine00742 (my name twin hehe~) for proof reading! feedback is appreciated !!

“You done in there, Pickle?”. It was one time you were craving pickles at 3 am and couldn't open the jar, one time. And yet here you were, being reminded of the incident every few minutes.

“Pthu! Yep, I’m done. And stop calling me that!”, you spit out the tooth paste, wiping your mouth with your designated towel. It had been a while since you had decided to stay with Isaac. Soon after, his bathroom became your bathroom. His sink, once only occupied with his shaving equipment and toothbrush, soon became more cramped with your skin care and toothbrush holder. His bedroom became your bedroom. His bleak grey bedding now littered comfortable pillows and his nightstand stacked with the library's newest additions.

Leaving the bathroom, you spot your lover nestled into one of the two surprisingly comfortable leather chairs. You wrap your arms around him gently from behind, pecking his cheek. “Whatcha reading?”.

You glance over as he flips the book over so you can read the title. “Lord of the Flies? Bleh”, you grimace before continuing, “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised, Golding is almost as cynical as you”. “Someone’s in the mood to play”, Isaac chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. He kisses your shoulder before turning back to keep reading.

“Mind if I have a sip?”, I ask, nodding to his tea. Isaac hums, but soon pulls it away before you could steal a sip from him. “On second thought, no”. You pout, nudging him gently, “Huh? Why?! Don’t be stingy~ You know I like earl grey”.

He chuckles at your whining. “Because, you just brushed your teeth. I do not mind sharing with you, but I don’t think the taste of toothpaste and tea go together, Pickle”. You huff quietly, but don’t argue back. With a quiet yawn, you lean your head against his, occasionally playing with the sleeve of his free hand or a stray lock.

Your eyes twinkle as you watch him read. It’s difficult not to kiss him with the way his brows furrowed slightly in concentration. Part of you wants to straighten out the crease, poke his cheek, or maybe nibble on his neck, just to see his reaction. Almost as if he’d read your mind, Isaac leans over to give you a soft kiss, his free hand reaching for your lower back, the other still holding the book.

“Someone’s needy”, he smirks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Are you bored?”. You yawn again, shaking your head, “No, just want to bother you a bit. Pay attention to me~”.

“Tired?”, he cups your cheek, closing the book as he sees through your playful facade. Truth be told, you were exhausted - but going to sleep now would mean going to sleep alone. If you asked Isaac to come with you, he’d drop everything in his hands and do just that, but, knowing just how little free time he gave himself, you wanted to tough it out. “No. Unless you’re read to sleep”, you mumble, nuzzling into him slightly.

“I'm ready for bed anytime you are, Kitten,” Isaac grins, seeing through you instantly.

“…Kitten?”, you blink in surprise. “Huh. I can’t tell if that’s an upgrade or downgrade from ‘Pickle’”.

"Hm… do you prefer something else? It came to me naturally. You’re clingy and yet independent. Needy and playful when you know I’m busy, and while I can count on you for important matters, I can also count on the fact that you’re a brat and a tease. So, Kitten was a natural next step”.

You tilt your head in thought, before shaking it softly, “You’re so… weird sometimes, Isaac”.

Isaac chuckles and lets go of you but only to take you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. He motions for you to lay down and climbs in behind you, his body wrapped against yours. There’s a comfortable silence.

“Isaac?”, you mumble after a while. Isaac pecks the side of your neck, humming quietly, "Hmm?”.

“…Can we actually get a cat?”. You had asked him a few times - albeit playfully.

"You were serious about that? If getting a pet is a necessity for you…".

You nod slowly, turning to face him. “I think it’d be a nice addition to the family. It’s too early to think about having kids, but getting a fur baby would be nice, no? Besides, you said you always wanted a pet as a kid”.

He hums again, leaning his head on your shoulder while stroking your arm in thought, “You have no idea how tempting the idea of a family with you is… It is too early, though, yes”. He nods, “My mom was good with animals. I always wanted a pet that I could play with, like a dog or maybe a cat, but my grandfather was allergic to them”.

You glance down at him, softly patting his head. “Would you prefer a dog, then? Puppies are cute too”.

He shakes his head, his reply coming in swift and shrap, “No”. “A dog needs to be walked daily. I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of you leaving the house periodically, anything could happen. No”. Your hand pauses, before you sigh quietly. As much as he tried to hide it, his paranoia was still clear as day. Baby steps.

“A cat doesn’t need to go outside”, you mumble, kissing his forehead. His breathing slowed down as he laid against you in silence, “A cat it is…”.

You sit up straight, mouth hanging open, “No way- seriously?!”. Isaac laughs at your sudden enthusiasm, “Calm down, Kitten. We'll go to the shelter in the morning, we'll pick out a nice cat, I'm sure. But for now just focus on your sleep, you won't be able to if you're this excited."

You snuggle back into the pillows, gigging happily, “Ah~ I’m so happy right now! What breed should we get? Oh- and are we getting a boy or a girl? Ah- we should probably buy a bed too right? And proper food? And those cute scratching posts! Are we adopting a kitten or an older cat? Or maybe- mmpf”.

Isaac cuts you short as you babble, silencing you with a gentle kiss, “Slow down, Kitten. You realize it is 3 in the morning, right? Can you at least wait for the sun to come up before you start planning our feline's every move?”.

You rub your neck sheepishly, “Sorry… I’m just excited!”. He can’t help but smile at you, cupping your face between his hands carefully, “I know, Pickle. Let’s sleep first and discuss the details tomorrow, hmm?”.

“Mmh. Good night, Isaac”, you peck his cheek. He returns the favor before closing his eyes.

“Isaac?… You didn’t brush your teeth…”.

© chol1na

#isaac x reader #isaac rhoades x reader #isaac rhoades #zsakuva #zsaku #sakuverse #zsakuva x reader #zsaku x reader

[c-t-r-l14]

What He Sees

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Kayson x Reader

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Sometimes, as you stare at the computer screen—when you are so deeply engrossed in your work, Kayson sits there and stares at you; and he wishes that you saw what he sees in you. When you wake up in the morning, with tired eyes that are red and puffy; your hair tousled—the little wisps and tendrils of hair falling over face—he wishes you could see just how beautiful you are. When he sees you hunched over your desk—papers splayed around everywhere, filled with equations, and notes and practice questions—when he hears the soft, silent, muttering you make as you read the words off the textbook—some of which he’s never even heard before—he wishes you could see how much you inspire him.

Sometimes, when he holds you, your body shaking with every forceful sob, your eyes red and filled with tears—your quivering lips uttering how much of a disappointment you were—he wishes you see that your are more than just a grade, or what your parents say. He wishes you could see how amazing you are. How much you inspire him to do better everyday.

How much he loves you.

You can feel his stare, and you turn around to meet his warm gaze. Without a word, he opens his arms—and smiles as your small giggle rings in his ears.

He rests your head on his chest as he gathers you in his arms—and you sigh contently in his warm embrace.

And he hopes that maybe one day, you will see what he sees.

Masterlist

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[thedivinevera]

XANTHUS NSFW

ALPHABET

Xanthus x reader, Xanthus x fem!reader, Xanthus x afab!reader, vampire x reader, zsakuva! Character x reader

!NSFW ALPHABET!, Vampire x human, established relationship, p and v smut

Tw; NSFW, dirty, dirty, dirty, mention of toys, Nsfw alphabet, wrong spellings, bad writing (seriously)

Xanthus Nsfw alphabet, from a to z all of the sin and disturbingly detailed NSFW information using my bad writing and sleep deprived mind 🥹🥹, live, laugh, love Xanthus

A/n there is no Nsfw audio for Xanthus not like Luca, Andrew and kayson 😔😔✊, i've had like pending series for xanthus and planning to repost my works in Tumblr from my Wattpad which are all zsakuva characters

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

A 10/10 would fix a bath with you and would cook food or snacks, he's a vampire so even how many rounds you both had done he still has some energy to take care of you, while you had all of her body parts shaking from pleasure and guts rearrange

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Your neck and lips. Love to take blood on your neck and also love to take kisses. You can make him thirst home by your neck and give him life by your lips. For his, he loves his hand because they're handy ahahhah

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Wants his to be deep in your inside, as a vampire he doest have to worry about you getting pregnant because he's a vampire, he's dead. Dead cannot give birth to another life. If it's yours then he wants it in his mouth. Like your blood, he also loves your white fluids is just as delicious as your blood is

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Wants to have a little predator x prey roleplay, you know like he would hunt you as his little prey then you need to hide and he would catch you and would fuck you brainless while he takes blood from you also like to see you depends on him, would love to see you cry and asked him to make you cum. Xanthus secretly loves it when you're dependable to him it gives him power and reassurance

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Has enough, and probably already tries a decent amount of kink to pleasure you, most of them are just loveless sex nothing more or if there's feeling involved it's something he convinces himself is true, but being with you is everything. Sex with you is like the first sex he's been so passionate, so eager. He always had control over himself when it comes to intercourse but he can't control himself to you, to not just take you right there and here

F= Favorite position

Missionary, cowgirl, and spooning, so he can see your face and have good access to your neck, his favorite is missionary it's the default but to have the privilege to see your face while he fucking you and to also have good access to your neck is such a jackpot for him

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Very serious when he's trusting to you but once you both finish would catch some hideous jokes and dirty ones that you need to cover your face up, probably joke about how he would pay so much to feel you again and if you're a stripper he would definitely pay a lot just to fuck you. If you like to joke in bed you would get silenced after some deep hard thrust

H= Hair (grooming habits)

The carpet matches the drapes and also it's not shaved bald just long trims you can still see his pubes around the cock it's not that long it's short. He trims quite often, more when he knew that your sex drive is sex driving again

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Combination of romantic with roughness I cannot really see Xanthus calling you names mostly because he thinks sex as a very special thing and he cherishes you very well to even dare to call you that also there are some chance that Dontis is probably listening you both, and don't want to get teased again

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He didn't do it often, he has a full control to himself and i also doubt that this old man has a high sex drive after all this years and centuries but to be honest he can be easily aroused by you just because it's you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

This old man is a vanilla with a high strength and stamina, loves to keep it romantic, just kisses and good ol basic ( a/n there's nothing wrong with vanilla sex it's enjoyable as a more flavored one) but he likes to tie you up also like possessive sex, when he get jealous he loves to fix it with sex unless it's a big thing but if it's just some little jealousy then yes. Mostly you're the one who try the kink since he already experienced it

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

In his bed or couch. Just like i said he likes to keep it romantic and everything so i doubt that he likes doing voyeurism

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Everything that you do that look very sexual or when you look innocent (reference to the "whiskey") gives him the urge of corruption

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Hurting you like i mean the legit hurt where you can see some bruises in your skin also don't like threesomes or even letting someone touch you aka voyeurism. He's possessive and he knew that Sharing you would make him act aggressive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

By receiving, he wouldn't deny it, he likes it when you suck him under his desk and his eyes roll back because of pleasure and head and back laying down to the leather chair while you choke in him. By giving his the best, just like what i said he likes your cum as much as he loves your blood and kisses. Would overstimulate you with his tongue and its not helping that he's so great at it. 100% would turn into a hungry man when you remove your panty and sit on his face or if you don't like to sit on his face and choke him with you weight then to damn bad he would force you to grind and sit comfortably to his face and would have his eyes look at you with lust and no he don't care if he can't breathe anymore he's already dead remember?

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Fast and rough with a little romantic sometimes he also like a slow and romantic pace really depends on what mood are you in

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Love it sometimes, just sometimes. He loves it when you had a little quickie when he's busy in the gallery and cannot take care of your needs of course he cannot have any other creatures or anyone to satisfy you so he would do anything even making you cum in the private room on the gallery

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Would try if you want to try it, just doesn't like having a threesome, gangbang nor just a mention of anyone seeing your body but otherwise as long as you're comfortable then he's ready to cooperate

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

So fucking long, i swear you never saw him being exhausted or tired after many rounds like hell you're already passing out and he still has his pace (a fast and rough thrust). Don't try to be nice and give him the permission to use you as much as he can because while you already pass out many times and wake up with him still thrusting inside you, he still has his pace on the same as the pace from the start

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Ho ho ho. I doubt that he likes using toys a lot i love tot think that xanthus is a boomer and doesn't know how to use technology that's why he prefer writing in a notebook and he just said that he likes writing more than typing because he don't want you to laugh at him for not knowing technology but yeah he would just probably use a little vibrator (which is he loves the effect but hate to use) and a dildo because it's a lot more easier for him (no technology nor buttons needed) after all he just need to pump it down your hole

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Sometimes he would tease you but he actually prefers you use him as your personal toy or something like that. Ride him or do everything he's ok with it. Just like what i said he already experienced a lot of kink by himself so he wants you to be the one who explore more so yes he likes to suspense himself you know so you can have more time to try things before he fills you up

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Sometime quite but sometimes would pant and moan occasionally but otherwise he's not really as loud, He prefers listening to your voice than his

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Love it when you use him as a personal dildo he would just lay down to the bed while you bounce to him as much as your heart's content. Loves it when you get jealousy and try to please him by again bouncing on his cock and milking him while you had this coy smile, so innocent like you're not fucking your pussy down balls deep on his cock

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

( Holding a ruler) 5 and half inches with a circumference of 2 and half when it's hard. It has a pinkish brown hue his head/ tip is pinkish

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Probably lower than a normal he's already fucking old basically 500 years old ahahhah this grandpa already have his sex drive spend and turn to dust after all this years ahahaah

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

No, not really, you would but not him definitely he prefer to clean you while your sleeping so you don't feel uncomfortable also give you water or massage your muscles, he has a lot of energy despite all of this fucking and love making so it's not a surprise that he wouldn't sleep fast after you both are finished

Votes are appreciated

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[nanachozip]

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about me!: nana, she/her, ‘05 (adult on paper anyways), stem student (rip), interests include: sakuverse, anime, genshin (among others heh) i discovered zsakuva's channel ~3 years ago! luca's halloween episode was my first video and the series that caught my attention the most at the time was the 3 part "yandere boy" series (rip). i actually didn't really enjoy angst before but i do now (bc i am a wimp and simp). i made this account mainly to post memes, random thoughts, rants, interact with my fellow crumpets, etc! i'm not sure what else to add so... yeah. i don't sleep, so feel free to hit me up whenever haha.

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[faeskiss]

ZAROS IS SO MAJESTIC HERE WTFFFFFFF

this photo is from the artist who drew the official artwork for zaros,on twitter @/keimoneuwu !!!

#zsakuva zaros #zsakuva #sakuverse #zaros #zaros x reader #IM CRYING HES SO BEAUTIFUL WTFFF

[xzhdjsj]

Zaros x Reader

You leave Serulla, only returning when danger threatens your kingdom

This fic is based on THIS brilliant theory by @astralbulldragon13. I simply couldn't get it out of my head and had to write about it I have to say I'm not very happy with the way this came out, but I spent too much time on it to not post it😭

Also, this is really long (almost 3.5k words) idk how it happened🤡 when I started writing it, I just couldn't stop. Plz let me know if i made any mistakes

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"There, you win. Your son is now the Eminence, but know this, if you try to rule my kingdom vicariously through your Zaros, or control his new life in any way, there is no where you could go, no hole you can hide in, that I won’t find you."

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The realisation dawned on you, way before the trials began. You weren’t interested in the throne; that wasn’t where your heart lies. That position was polished and refined for your brother, but guilt has its ways of twisting one's mind and kept you fighting for a life that was stolen from him, replacing a prodigy child that was stolen from your mother.

Zaros' insults and demeaning remarks only contributed to your mindset, though that didn’t make them any less hurtful. How could they not be? Especially when coming from someone you admired and cherished. They were fuel to the fire, a constant reminder of how unfit you are.

It was hard to imagine yourself as a good ruler anyways. Sure, you were knowledgeable, but what good is education with no real experience or empathy for the struggles of your people? Not to mention being cloaked by a porcelain mask 24/7, designed and altered to meet the needs of the people around you.

Zaros, on the other hand, was different. His pernicious attitude cracked the corners of your mask, forcing raw emotions to erupt to daylight. It was a distasteful experience considering your position, but deep down you never felt more alive than when you could be yourself with him, throwing insults right back into his face. It forced the masked persona to face the real you and come to terms with what you wanted, before it was too late.

You wanted a life that was yours to live, a life where you could be yourself. Not one you are forced to live, or a person you are required to be. There were things you had to let go of and things you needed to learn.

By himself, Zaros would be a skillful leader capable of building a successful future for Serulla. He had the experience that you lacked, that alone could potentially secure Serulla a brighter future than you could ever offer. The only threat was his mother, Nira Atha’lin. She was obnoxious, quick to point out every miniscule flaw and mistake in your ways, if Zaros was unbearable, she was enough to push you to insanity. Her personality was sour and ugly, like biting into a mouldy rotting fruit. Her intentions are unclear, but it isn’t hard to see her abusing the authority of her son and the crown.

Though that didn’t matter, you trust Zaros, he would never put the wellbeing of Serulla at risk. He’s headstrong and stubborn. It’s no wonder you admire him, in some way or another he’s just like you.

He has become a decent acquaintance in your life. Looking back, he could have easily double-crossed you in the trials and spited his way to the top, but he didn’t. Every last minute of it was fair and just. Maybe that’s why you felt so strongly for him now.

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Outside the hall, minutes away from a final decision, both Zaros and you stood. If you had something to do, now was the time to do it.

He reaches for the heavy gold handles of the door, but he doesn’t get to push it open.

"Zaros", you take his hand.

He ignores the door, turning to face you.

"If you are indeed the victor, which.... I have no doubt you are; I need you to promise me something."

His eyebrows perk upwards, and he steps closer, taking your hand fully in his.

"We don't know that yet. You gave me quite a challenge during the trials you know. Don't tell me you're giving up now?", signature smirk plastered to his face, though you no longer feel the need to punch it off.

“Please listen to me.”, you sigh, "I need you to promise me you'll never let Serulla suffer. I know I'm not capable of helping all the people who deserve our help, but you are. I’m certain of it, so promise me."

The seriousness in your eyes was enough to stifle his usual sarcasm.

"I... I promise." He barely mutters, no longer smiling. It’s an unusual sight, the kind that makes you feel nauseous. He's even more alarmed when you offer a pinkie to him, like you used to do years ago when you were just kids roaming the corridors and sneaking into the kitchen.

"Pinkie promise?" You smile.

He caught his own pinkie onto yours. "I promise, I'll do my best."

He knew what you were about to do. But he also knows how stubborn you are and there was no way he could stop you, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

After facing Nira that day, you smiled at him and whispered a gentle "Take care of yourself and my home for me". You swore that from that moment onwards, you’d never mask yourself again.

Those were your last words to him before you'd vanished, leaving behind only a letter. In which, you asked that he looked after your mother and detailed an apology as well as a segment of feelings you'd harboured for him. It was an intended goodbye before he forgets about you, lest you have a reason to return. You hoped you wouldn't.

-

Throughout your travels you faced many hardships, the expected reality of being a lone traveler. But you grew from those experiences. You learnt from the people around you and made friends.

You sharpened your survival skills as you traversed the lands, a melody of experiences of new cultures and flavours, from continents you'd only dreamt of, melted on your tongue. Those fleeting dreams were nothing compared to the reality you held in your own two hands. You learnt to appreciate life and how to trust.

The last place you ventured was the Northern Nation, though their reputation is scandalous, their culture is rich. What you weren’t expecting was to meet see a familiar face, a palace staff, an informant no less. Only now he worked for Nira, delivering letters to the most dangerous kingdom of all the nations and had informed you that you were banned from the home you grew up in.

After 8 years, it was time to turn back. It was time to head home.

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There was a masquerade ball being held in Serulla at dawn, the perfect opportunity to tiptoe into the palace unnoticed. What was the plan? You weren’t entirely sure but one way or another you had to speak to Zaros. If you marched in like you own the place, you would be promptly kicked out a few feet upon entering the gate. It’s a good thing you knew your way around every crack and crevice like the back of your hand. It shouldn’t be too hard blending in once you’re inside. But first you needed clothes and a mask, nothing extravagant, just enough to blur into the masses.

Learning to walk silently made slipping in as easy as dreaming, before you could blink you were in the ballroom. Oh, did it feel nostalgic, you remember the times you were the main focus of these elaborate events. Now look at you, sneaking in and avoiding any attention whatsoever. You missed these walls, they look the exact same since you’ve left them, grand, luxurious and unchanged. You couldn’t help but take a minute to reminisce and admire.

“Can I ask for a dance later, mysterious stranger?” a young man snapped you out of your trance.

“I’m afraid not sir. I have prior arrangements for the evening”, you bow. “My sincerest apologies.”

What a nuisance, you thought, abruptly turning and leaving. You had to find Zaros. As King of Serulla he had to be here, his presence is of utmost importance and entirely compulsory for this kind of event. Perhaps he’d show up later in the evening, all you had to do was wait amongst the crowd. Maybe a drink would take the edge off while you do, maybe it would help you ignore the eyes you felt burning holes into your back.

Hours later the arrival of the king was finally announced, and there he was, fashionably late in all his blond glory. He’s just as captivating as you left him all those years ago, just as beautiful and refined. It was like staring at the sun, glowing so brightly it just might blind someone. Yes, you were staring, but so was everyone else. Who wouldn’t stare when graced with the presence of the King himself? His lips moved as he acknowledged his audience, but your mind was too preoccupied with gawking at him to hear a single word. You’re yanked back to reality when the crowd scatters at his dismissal, so you retreat to a space further away, where you could keep an eye on him as he conversed with guests. It would be unwise to approach him now, there’s too many eyes on him this early into the night. Once the crowd has had their fill of wine and was no longer capable of seeing any further than their nose, you’d seize the opportunity to steal him away.

Lay low, keep an eye on him. Two simple tasks to accomplish. But the fool you’d rejected earlier in the eventing, now a drunken fool, apparently doesn’t understand the meaning of two simple letters, no. You rejected him twice already but he keeps coming back.

“I’m not taking no for answer hic- you simple must dance with me”, before you could reject him again, he’s dragging you to the floor. If it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t want any attention tonight, his arm would’ve been broken on the spot.

You struggle in his grip as he swayed you, haphazardly and arrhythmic to the music, and FUCK you lost sight of Zaros. If only this imbecile would let go of you! And cease his gooselike movements!

“Unfortunately, good sir, they’re not available to dance with YOU this evening.”, you’re backed into a hard wall, a clothed wall? A familiar smelling wall. A speaking wall.

His sticky hands are gone from your body in an instant, he even backs away from you.

“You-your Majesty”, he stuttered.

“All of their dances are promised to me tonight. I’ll assume you weren’t aware and turn a blind eye just this once.”, the wall speaks again, replacing unpleasant hands with a gentle yet possessive grip. It's very obvious who this wall is.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, I’ll be stealing them away now”, he doesn’t wait for a response, pulling you further onto the dance floor. You’re still facing away from him as he guides your body to the tune that swirls the room.

“Welcome back Earis” he whispers and you can just hear the smirk he’s wearing.

“A bit of a lost cause on such title now, aren’t I?” you answer. “How did you know it was me?”, he moved your body effortlessly, like it was made specially to fit beneath his palms.

“How could I not? I could feel your eyes on me all night.” Following the music, he spins you around to finally face him. “Even if death took me, I’d still remember those eyes.”

You scoff, “How charming. But everyone’s eyes are on you tonight.”

“Hmm you think so? A shame, none are as captivating as yours.”

“I need to speak to you Zaros.”

“We’re speaking right now, are we not?”

Fuck, why does he always have to be so difficult?

“Not here. I need to speak to you in private.”

There was too much attention on him for you to speak freely, it’s a surprise guards haven’t escorted you out the room yet.

“Sounds alarming. And just when I thought you came back to see me.” he fakes a frown, and let’s go of your hand as he ends the dance. You curtsy, and he leans closer to whispers for you to follow him. He leaves first and you linger around the corners before disappearing yourself.

Eventually you’re back in the abandoned hallways of the palace, walking with Zaros.

“So why are you back?”

“I’ve made a recent discovery, and I was worried. I needed to talk to you about it.”

“Worried?”

“You’re aware of the notoriety of the Northern Nation, correct?”

“Who isn’t? Their name stains chapters of history text with the blood they’ve spilt.”

“Yes, that’s why it was a surprise when I found out your mother exchanges letters with their King and his court.”

He halts, “What? What are you talking about?”

You turn to him, removing the mask from your face. “While I stayed in the city of the Northern Nation, I recognised a familiar face. A Surullian informant. I’ve seen him work for my mother for years, naturally, I was confused by his presence there.”, you sigh. “I tried to get as much information as I could from him, but he knew nothing. He had simple instructions from your mother to deliver the letters to and from the Northern Kingdom. Unfortunately for me, he had already passed on the letters, so I did not get a look. He swore to never tell a soul of our encounter to avoid any further issues, but I also found out I'm blacklisted here.”

“What are you saying? Why would she even want to converse with the Northern Kingdom? An alliance with them is like an alliance with hyenas. They bring nothing but war and bloodshed. And what on Earth do you mean ‘blacklisted’?”, he shouts in frustration. “She’s my mother, I trust her. I find it all of this hard to believe.”

“Hah of course you don't believe me." you look around frantically. "Follow me.”

He stomped after you as you made your way for the nearest set of guards.

“Wait here, and watch.”

You walked up to them, as if to inquire something, only to be quickly apprehended.

“Let go of them immediately! What do you think you're doing?”, Zaros march in their direction.

“Apologies, your Majesty. We’re only following orders!”

“Whose orders?”, he yells.

“Lady Atha’lin, you Majesty!”, the fear is evident in their voices, and you give him a knowing look.

“Fuck”, he whispers under his breathe. “You’re dismissed and inform every guard in this palace that no one is to lay a finger on them. Do you hear me?”, he says, curt and unforgiving, as they shuffle away clumsily.

“As I said, blacklisted. Do you believe me now mama’s boy?”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead in milliseconds the way he glared at you. He's angry as can be, it’s not every day the tables are turned.

“A shame, had I been kicked out at the gates, you’d be oblivious to your mommy’s devious little plans.” You push.

“Oh what do you care? You left Serulla for 8 years. You’re back to warn me once and suddenly you’re high and might?”

“Hah, I was not just here to warn you. No Zaros, my initial plan was to meet your mother directly.”, you roll your eyes.

“Allow me to refresh your memory, 8 years ago, before I left, I made a promise to Nira Atha’lin that if she threatened Serulla in any way I’d be back to drag to her to hell with me. For your sake, I wanted to meet you first. But know this Zaros, if you’re incapable of handling your mother, I am not. I have no qualms in removing her by force, with or without your permission.”

You went overboard, but it was too late to take it back. The anger in his eyes boils over, as does the internal turmoil, but he keeps silent. He paces back and forth, and it might be better if you left him alone with his thoughts for a while.

“I’ll leave you be for now, when you are ready to find me again, I’ll be in the garden.”, a vast contrast to the tone you had previously.

-

You leave Zaros to decipher his feelings alone, it would be better if you weren’t there. You were annoyed at him for doubting you, yet that was no way for you to speak to him, especially considering the amount of information to process in such short time. How did it even progress that quickly? Sometimes old habits are hard to kill. You needed to apologise to him later.

The garden is still as beautiful as it always was, flourishing healthily despite your mother’s absence. You had heard of it, the news circulated Serulla and its neighbouring nations with the passing wind. The Queen was no more, and her child was absolutely vile for leaving her. People will always talk.

But it looks like Zaros kept his promise to take care of your home.

The garden was silence, as you stood before the two memorial tablets mounted there. One for your brother, another for your mother. You prayed that somewhere in her heart she’d forgiven you for leaving her alone. You wipe away the tears that warmed your cheek.

“She kept speaking highly of you, to the very end.”, his voice startles you, relaxed and calmer now.

“I don’t deserve it, I left her. But there was no point in returning then, if anything it made me not want to return at all.”, you replied, kissing the top of the stone with your mother’s name carved into it.

“I’m sorry.”, he sounded sincere, the most sincere you’ve ever heard him be.

“It’s not your fault, we all have to die one day, do we not?”

“No, for not stopping you from leaving.”

“What?”, confusion thickens your voice. “What are you talking about?”

“All these years you were gone, I couldn’t help but believe it was my fault. I felt guilty, like I pushed you out of your own home. Like this was never truly my place, but yours. I’d found you again after 8 years, only for you to slips through my fingers for another 8. I really am sorry.”

“Zaros.”, you stand directly in front of him. “That was not your fault. I chose to leave. I wanted to, I had to find myself. If anything, your stupid insults helped me, although they still hurt, don't get me wrong. Besides look at how well off Serulla is! You are more of a ruler than I ever would’ve been-”

“And I missed you.” He cuts you off and silence ensues, save for the soft howls of the wind. You didn’t expect him to confess that to you so openly and easily.

“I… I missed you too.” He takes a breath and smiles, not one of his devious smirks or teasing grins. A real genuine smile that once again showed a sincerity you were unfamiliar with. You sit with him in silence for a long time, admiring the stars and flowers. and you remembered a conversation you had a long time ago. He was right watching them in the moonlight was comforting. You could only hope he feels the same way right now.

“Remember how you told me to look at the flowers in the garden at night? It was so long ago; I almost don’t remember their name. What were they called again? Bitter bell something?”, you reminisced.

“Bitter bell dureni” (sorry ik I probably butchered that idk how to spell)

“Right, yes those. I got to see them tonight. They really are beautiful.”

“I’m sorry for how I reacted.", he confessed. "I promised you I’d keep Serulla safe, and I intend to keep that promise, even if it means revoking all authorities from my mother.”

“I’d much rather not use violence too. I apologise for provoking you.”

“I suppose it was a taste of my own medicine”, he laughs and you join him. “Does this mean you’re leaving again?”

“What? Do you want me to leave that badly?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“No, I plan on staying a while, as long as your guards keep their hands to themselves of course.”, he laughs again and you can see yourself getting addicted to it. He sounds serene.

“Then, it’s my honour to have you.”, he reaches for your hand. “Come, your old room has been vacant for 8 years. It’s about time someone used it.”

“You kept my room vacant?”

“I may have had a little hope you’d return some day. To Serulla. To me.”

It’s hard not to smile when he says such things.

You take his hand, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he averts his gaze, though not enough to hide the dusty pink shade of his skin.

“I have another question.”,

“Yes?”

“Did you really mean all those things you said in your letter?”

It’s silent again as you walk the familiar path to your room. You both knew the answer to that.

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[lil-binuu]

That Day

Elias fanfic // part 1

part 2.1 is out and is here

it FINALLY done 🥹

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!

before you read, please keep in mind that i’m pretty new to writing so excuse me if it’s absolutely shit ☺️

{spoiler? there is a gun so tw}

~ 1788 words

“Come on, Yn.” Elias encouraged as you dragged your feet down the hallway towards the meeting room.

With no attempt to cover your sigh, you looked forward and met his dark hazel eyes. There was something in that look. Like some kind of desperation, but he looked away too quickly for you to see properly.

You could tell he was trying to make the best of the situation by his soft shoulder nudge and the smile that flashed only temporarily, enough for you to know this show of contentment was forced.

From the moment you both were summoned to this meeting, Elias’ nerves had been jumping somersaults in his stomach. He had known deep down that this was coming, that his fate was only getting closer but he entirely underestimated the gut wrenching anxiety that was now flooding his veins.

The nightmare of being a leader has played viciously on his mind since he was recruited to the Wraiths, and every time he somehow managed to convince himself that a nightmare was all it was. But now he stood before the dark oak doors of the conference room, with every muscle in his body striving to pull away. Fighting back wasn’t easy, sometimes he just wanted to give up and turn away but he knew there were people relying on him. His father, for example. He tried to remember why he joined the Wraiths in the first place, but his doubts crumbled when his focus drifted towards you, his beloved rosy cheeked barista, standing next to him. The heart banging thunderously in his chest slowed to a mere flutter as he lost himself in every curve and corner of your deeply alluring eyes.

You grounded him. Allowed him to take a moment, to just stop and breathe. He closed his eyes swiftly from the overwhelming sense of appreciation and compassion for you. He opened them to feel the heavy cloud that blocked his mind lessening its weight. He found the strength to lift his wrist and turn the cold metal doorknob.

Elias despised the position he put you in. He hated how he pulled you into this corrupt and dangerous world and desperately wanted to protect you with his life. And now you were not only a victim of the arson attack and having your life ripped apart, but also of the judgement and criticism of the executives. It was obvious that you didn’t deserve this, to Elias it didn’t make sense for you to be criminalised like you had been. But he understood what the gang meant to the city, how important it was for peace for the citizens. He knew the stakes and the damage that would be a consequence of the gangs' ceased existence or if something were to happen to stop them from doing their job. So he knew what it meant to the execs and other wraiths that no insider would ever break in and what lengths they would go to in order to eliminate any treacherous spies. Honestly, Elias couldn’t blame them for being cautious but he’d seen how they became so defensive and ready to point an accusation at someone if there was even the slightest doubt or suspicion.

You knew that Elias was feeling nervous about this meeting, in fact, more than nervous. You had seen him worry about these meetings before, but the stress you saw him in right now was on a whole other level. Seeing Elias like this made every step you took feel unstable. For all you knew the meeting wouldn’t be any different to one both of you had endured before, but Elias was acting differently and wouldn’t tell you what it was, which was unlike him. You wanted to comfort him but honestly didn’t know what to say. He had always been so strong and in control, but now he stood in front of the door with worry and uncertainty in his eyes. Nevertheless, he was one to keep moving forward and he did.

As the door opened from Elias’ steady push, an array of raised voices escaped the room. Looking around, you began to recognise people whether it be an executive from the first meeting or from seeing them at the Brewhouse multiple times but either way these people were strangers. Behind the overlay of strident voices, sat the warden. His eyes changed focus from the wraiths in front of him to the door where the two of you stood. Without saying anything, the Warden held up a hand and the group of members stopped their heated discussion. Heads followed his eyes and turned towards the door. There were a couple morbid seconds of eye contact accompanied by uncomfortable silence. Disturbing the quiet, a man who you recognised as Elliot spoke up.

“Look who finally showed up”

His thick voice filled the room, followed by a soft ripple of laughs.

“Take a seat everyone.” The warden’s voice commanded.

The groups of people parted ways and each took seats around a few tables in the room. The cleared crowd made it easier to see how large the room was. Elias swallowed hard as a hot rush of blood flooded his head. His feet felt stuck as if they were drowning in toffee.

Directing his attention, “You two, sit.” The warden gestured to chairs at the main table.

Elliot interrupted, “What about them? Don’t you think it’s a little unwise to let them into this?” nodding his head slightly at you.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. You shifted under the discomfiture of many lingering eyes upon you. The comment itself didn’t bother you, only the outright rudeness of it. You didn’t want to be dragged into this and just about everyone you met had threatened or accused you of something, before even knowing your name. You never particularly cared what others thought of you, but it was difficult to ignore when everyone around you treated you like a liar.

The warden raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well I’m just saying, there’s a chance they use the information in this meeting against us.” Elliot explained.

Mumbles ran around the room. Another person spoke up, “He’s got a point, Warden. We don’t know if we can trust them.” The crowd murmured in agreement, but Elias’s voice sliced through the noise.

“They’re not hurting anybody by being here, and whether you trust them or not they wouldn’t do that.”

His eyes fell onto the Warden. For once would he let him get his way? His father wasn’t always harsh on him; Elias would sometimes think back to the dad jokes and the love for his mother that made him cringe, but that he strangely admired. Everything changed after she died. Their house that was once filled with love and joy and laughter was replaced by a gaping hole. It ate away at both of them, especially his father. He became absorbed by gangs and work and that left Elias often feeling disregarded. As a teen, he grew desperate for his father’s attention by acting out, but even then he put his work first. All Elias wanted was for his father to see him for who he was and just be proud. He was sick of never being seen as his own person, only as the warden’s son. And yet here he stood, pleading for his father’s pity before being stripped of his own identity and dreams to fit the standards of others.

The room’s focus turned back to you as the warden growled “They can wait outside”

Elias was ready to lash out but instead held his tongue clenched his jaw in frustration. There were people watching, and they already despised him, so he couldn’t give them any more reasons to. His eyes turned to catch yours and locked together. He refused to look away until the door shut between you.

Closing the door, you took a step back. A sudden quiet filled the hallway, a change to the roaring of the conference room. Elias really had just stepped into the lion's den. You felt a sense of relief, but it was replaced quickly by a heaviness in your chest. What would happen to Elias? What information would be so important that you couldn’t know? Sighing, you leant against the wall next to the door.

What about you was so difficult to trust? You could understand people being suspicious of you but wasn’t it obvious by now that you didn’t do anything wrong?

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the looks you got from people as they walked past. After the crowd, the building fell quiet again, excluding the occasional raised voice muffled through the wall you were leaning against. You wondered what was happening there, what Elias was so nervous about and why he didn’t tell you. Did he not trust you?

Tripping suddenly before you, a man dropped a parcel at your feet. Turning your focus to the wrapped package, you bent down to pick it up for the man.

Handing the parcel back, you were met with a gun pointing at you held behind the man’s open jacket. Shocked, you looked up to see his serious face and eyes staring sharply back at you. With a low voice, he threatened to keep quiet and do as he said. The man looked over his shoulder before grabbing you. You tried to resist by moving slightly out of his way but the man seized your arm. Before you could even react, the man thrust the gun to your skin, reminding you not to speak. Pulling you closer to him, he lead you down the hall, each shaky step of yours forced by the pushing from him behind you. With a heart banging like drums in your ears, you tried to stay calm and think.

Who was he? Where was he taking you?

Your stomach turned as you saw him leading you towards an unauthorised exit. In your mind, you begged for someone to come around the corner and stop him. If you wanted to scream, no sound would come out.

You tried to move your arm from the man’s iron grip, only for the grip to tighten and the cold metal tip of the gun to dig deeper into your skin, causing you to flinch slightly.

The closer you got to the exit the more you realised nobody was going to save you. You wracked your brain desperately, trying to think of a solution. Is this man alone? What does he want with me? He must know who I am, but who is he? If he was affiliated with rival gangs, how did he even get into the building without being recognised?

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[themoonalienhere2000]

This is how I imagine Elias to look like. It kinda saddens me that there are not a lot of works with him so I did what I could to contribute

The fics from @zjwidkwkx and @literary-motif (I hope they don’t mind me tagging them) got me out of artblock, so check them out, they are wonderful.

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[literary-motif]

Time Stands Still

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: insomnia, talk of guns

Isaac suffers from insomnia.

Your heartfelt chuckle sounded through the bedroom unprompted, the vibrations of your chest reverberating against Isaac’s side. “I just remembered what I dreamed about last night,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

Isaac hummed, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your unmistakable scent. The comfort you gave him made his heart ache, and he could no longer imagine lying in this bed, living in this house without you by his side. “Oh?” he answered in a breath, curious to hear about your dream.

“Well, I was lying in bed with you, but it was somehow made of clouds,” you answered, tilting your head to look up at him and shooting him a beaming smile, “and we were floating over the city until we somehow reached England. Then we got dinner at the Rizz and took a walk in St. James Park. You fell asleep on my chest on the way back to the States while I looked at the stars.” 

The description of your dream made Isaac smile, but it was accompanied by the hollow feeling that much time would pass until he would be comfortable enough to take you out, let alone to London. Too much could happen. Too many people — enemies he’d made — could rip you away from him in an instant, and he knew he would not survive losing you.

“It’s silly, I know,” you said, nuzzling your face into his neck and peppering kisses along his jaw in the way you knew made him melt. “What did you dream about?” you asked absentmindedly, ready to have Isaac tell you about something absurd, like making a three-course meal out of pickles and uncooked pasta. 

He sighed, unraveling under your lips and allowing himself to relax into your touch. “I don’t remember,” he said honestly, noting your grunt of disapproval. “It’s better that way,” he added under his breath, something about the softness of the moment unwrapping the many layers of secrecy he kept around himself at all times. He had told you he trusted you countless times, but he was still working on showing it to you. 

Isaac’s admission made your ears perk up, halting you mid-kiss for a moment. Patiently, you waited for him to continue.

Taking a deep breath, Isaac fought the instinct to draw up his walls again and tense. He trusted you, he did, but being vulnerable was still a novelty to him and no matter how much he wanted to lay his should bare before you, he could was still not entirely comfortable doing so.

“When I do sleep, my dreams are always nightmares. I don’t remember any other,” he admitted softly, keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he felt you raise your head, undoubtedly looking at him with a compassionate expression, “I’ve grown used to them, so don't start worrying.”

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes flickered down to meet yours. “I’m sorry,” you said, caressing his cheek tenderly and leaning up to place a kiss against his lips. You wanted to comfort him, but were not sure how to go about it as he looked back at you with slight amusement in his eyes.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair and scratching slightly against your scalp, knowing how much you liked it. “They don't bother me.” You relaxed against him, sinking deeper into his chest as his gentle touch chased away all the tension in your body.

“This feels nice,” you mumbled, shifting the covers around you to make sure they were wrapped around Isaac as well before closing your eyes, surrendering to the increasing pull of sleep. You were exhausted. The work as a private investigator, while thrilling, was also draining and extremely stressful.

On the edge of sleep, you heard Isaac’s soft voice, whispering into the secure darkness of your shared bedroom, “Now I have you to chase away my nightmares. Good night, I love you.” The brush of his lips on your forehead was the last thing you felt before drifting off to sleep, leaving Isaac behind in the realm of waking.

He couldn’t sleep. Of course he couldn't.

There was never a specific reason for it, he just couldn’t, and it was extremely aggravating to have Asirel take a single glance at the dark shadows beneath his eyes and ‘tsk’ him, commanding him to take better care of himself or else. As if he wasn’t trying to. 

As if he hadn’t tried everything already and then some to fight off whatever spell of wakefulness was put on him as the world around him slept. It wasn’t fair, but he had resigned himself to his fate long ago after one too many times of trying whispered remedies and magic cures that were supposed to work without fail, trust me.

They never did, and he was tired of searching for them, instead keeping his tired eyes open, staring into the darkness surrounding him until the first rays of the golden morning sun illuminated the bedroom, his thoughts going haywire through the silent night. 

After lying in bed for one, two hours, he used to get up and just return to his study to work through the dull paperwork he had put off during the day with the quiet hope that it would bore him enough to fall asleep at his desk late at night. He never managed to fall asleep, but at least he got some work done.

That had become impossible to do since you began sharing his bed, using him as a pillow to keep your own nightmares at bay. You had told him that his presence made you feel safe, that the sound of his heartbeat calmed you down, and that the feeling of his arms around you had a fuzzy feeling settling in your chest, making you feel warm. He did not dare to shift away, nor loosen his secure embrace around you. 

No, you were much too precious for him to let go of.

It did not help that in the dead of night, every strange noise sounded more threatening to his sleep-deprived brain than it would have been during the day. Everything felt like a threat, an imminent attack. Isaac perked up at every little noise come three o’clock in the morning, too tired to keep up the reasoning that his house was safe. He had bulletproof glass, for god’s sake. 

That did not convince him though, and he spent every moment listening, waiting for the tell-tale sound of someone picking the high-security lock or smashing the windows that would halt a bullet in its path, breaking into his home. What would he do?

How fast could the intruders ascend the stairs? How much time would he have to reach for the gun in his bedside drawer? What if he didn’t notice? What if they were just too quiet for him to realize what was going on, understanding only dawning when they swung open the bedroom door? How much time would it take for him to push you away from the path of a flying bullet? He would fail. 

The thought made him shiver, arms tightening around you. Isaac inhaled deeply, counting the seconds before exhaling, hoping that you could not feel his heart hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Slowly, adamant not to wake you, he reached toward the bedside table, needing to check the security cameras. 

He would spend hours staring at the screen, needing to be certain that there was nobody there, needing to make sure that you were safe with him.

In the morning, you awoke to Isaac’s arms still wrapped around you, the display showing the security cameras resting in his limp hand. You could not help but sigh, placing it back on the bedside table and intertwining your fingers with his instead. 

Not daring to get up, lest you should wake him from the sleep he so rarely got, you settled on gazing at his expression. Isaac’s brows were furrowed, evidence of the nightmare plaguing him, and you traced a feather-light touch across his brow to smooth out his frown. 

Seeing the shadows on his face made your heart ache, wishing he could catch at least a few hours of precious, restful sleep. You shifted slowly, placing a soft kiss under his tired eyes. "I wish I truly could chase away your nightmares," you whispered.

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[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] andrew marston

“what happened to the show you were watching darling?” andrew asks without even looking up from his work.

his question snaps out of your lovestruck daze and makes you realize that you’ve been staring at him in complete silence for longer than you’d care to admit.

“oh uh it just ended.”

andrew glances up at you through his glasses to look at your ‘caught-red-handed’ expression and chuckles lightly.

“darling your show ended a half hour ago. have you been staring at me the whole time?”

you pause before thinking of a response.

“the couch gives me the perfect view of you at your desk, i couldn’t help it.”

andrew returns his focus back to his work while shaking his head to himself at your response.

“so what’s the real reason for the long loving stares hm?” he asks, curiosity peaked.

“i just like to soak in the detail of your face that’s all, you’re very handsome you know.”

he can hear the smile in your voice when you call him handsome and he can’t help but grin to himself.

“so i’ve been told.”

“you should be told more often.”

andrew thinks back to when he was teaching and how he would often catch you stealing glances of him whenever you passed a class he was teaching that you weren’t in. originally he thought nothing of it, until you turned in that paper and flipped his whole world upside down.

“i think i’m told just enough.”

“you’re right, i won’t want you to get an even bigger ego.” you laugh as andrew redirects his attention back to you after the comment.

“even bigger?” he questions.

you nod your head and bite back a smile.

“i do not have an ego!” he exclaims, trying to fight the smile growing on his face due to your contagious smiling.

“okay professor.”

andrew stands and walks over to you as you sprawl yourself out more on the couch.

“wow not even going to make room for me?” you shake your head and he sighs.

“okay fine, i am going to make up some tea and by the time i get back you better have made room for me. the great british bake off is going to be on soon.”

“yes sir.” you give him a small salute as he exits to the kitchen to start the tea.

you flip the television on to the correct channel just in time for andrew to come back with tea in hand. you move to make room for him and he hands you your tea gently.

“thank you~”

“you’re welcome.” he plants a kiss on your forehead before sitting down next to you and you instinctively curl into him.

“i love you.”

“i love you too darling.”

you watch as andrew sips his tea and watches the show playing on the television. the sound seems to fade out as you continue watching him peacefully until you feel his finger placed on your cheek that moves you to face the television. you laughs and kiss andrew on the cheek before finally focusing on the show.

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[belladonnadawn]

Is It Over Now?

“You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor.”

Zaros x Reader

You catch yourself in a whirlwind of emotions after seeing him again.

When you were young, your future was already predetermined. You accepted the responsibility of being a future heir of Serulla. And after you met Zaros, you admit that you had imagined a future that includes him. But life was as unpredictable, bringing you to places you never thought you’d find yourself in.

You remembered the fateful day and how things unfolded. A familiar ache swarmed your body as if you were there once again. The scene replayed, fresh from the memories.

“You are a disgusting leech who won my trust, only to break me after. Knowing you is my greatest regret, I never want to see your face again.”

The grip in your glass tightened as the words echoed once again. A tinge of guilt and anger surged you once more. Before those ugly emotions consume you swallow it down with the drink, burning your throat. You shook your head, preventing those thoughts from lingering again. 

Instead, you turned your attention to your duties. Observing and relishing yourself at the lavish banquet filled with lords and ladies, and other nobles from across the land with a variety of delicacies you’ll gladly indulge. There's no time for sulking when you have subjects to attend to. You composed yourself, wearing the same smile you practised in the mirror. 

Walking down with your head high, you were greeted with such honour and respect. Some are welcoming, some are visibly intimidated. You paid no mind, you understand how high the tension was especially in the upcoming ascension. It was exhilarating, drowning in power that people bestowed felt akin to wearing such a heavy crown. 

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes landed on him. A wave of irritation, longing, and nostalgia flowed through you. You had anticipated his arrival, but you never thought that it could feel this way. Zaros is as handsome and insufferable as ever. He walked towards you carrying himself with that familiar manner.

“Not enjoying the party? You look as bored as the dead.” You felt your teeth clench as you heard his smooth pesky voice. You took a deep breath before responding, “There’s no need to worry, I am enjoying myself thoroughly.” plastering a fake smile, you answered him as politely as you can.

“You look pitiful standing here on your own.” Zaros scoffed as he looked at you from head to toe. 

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of revelling in your reaction, so you just gave him a half hearted smile, hoping he’ll go away. But he never did.

Minutes passed and Zaros continued to talk about the upcoming ascension and the dominion. So far you also heard snide remarks, jabs, and insults to get reaction out of you– sometimes, bringing out the past to poke deeper. You decided to practice the virtue of patience and understand his attitude; so you put up with it for tonight.

All of the sudden, you saw him reach his hand out. “Want to dance?’ Zaros offered and all you can do is look at him as if he’s a madman. You tolerated his remarks and mockery, but a dance? It was beyond your endurance.

“Pardon?” You tilted your head, hoping that this was just one of his teasing.

“What better way to show we’re getting along?” Zaros smirked.

“A conversation just like what we were having.” You immediately answered.

“You don’t think so? You have everything to gain.” 

“What gain?”

“Like the love of your soon to be subjects. Knowing that you can dance with a leech and still keep calm.” He spoke with pride, using the same undertone. You almost groaned at that damned ‘nickname’, you used it against him and now he’s using it against you. Unbelievable. Nevertheless, you begrudgingly accepted.

Dancing with him was pleasurable– if he only knew when to close his mouth. You remembered what they taught you, and with Zaros, your bodies flowed smoothly to the rhythm. There’s a part of you that missed the closeness, one that found your longing satiated. The other part was still as bitter and dismissive, wanting nothing to do with him.

As you both swayed into the music, you can’t help but observe him and wonder. Eight years ago, you didn’t have to watch him from afar. There was no need for formality, nor acts of civility. No snarky remarks, hurtful banters, nor mockery thrown towards each other. However, time has passed; you can’t be the naive child like you were back then. While you understand that one day both of you would grow, you never anticipated that you’ll grow apart. You looked away, tightening the mask that you wear. Responsibility has no time for insignificant relations, and you’ll always remember that.

“Today we contest the seat of Ilves.”

Gasps and murmurs filled the room at Lady Nira Atha’lin’s declaration. Surprise filled your face as you witnessed it play out. You were prepared for any declaration of contesting, but you never expected that it would be from the family of Zaros. Looking at him, you watched him consent to the decision, it felt unreal. Who could’ve known that he’d be truly your rival?

You watched your mother accept the decision gracefully. “Then as per the law all contenders must reside in the palace until the trials are concluded. I shall retain my position in the meantime and will officially renounce my title when our future ruler is justly selected.” Reside in the palace. Your eyes widened, realizing that your interaction with him would be longer than anticipated. 

“Thank you for your patience and your support. Though my rule will soon come to an end the night has only just begun. So please enjoy the rest of your time here.” The room was filled with applause and cheers as Queen Roena concluded, but you can’t help but stand in shock. Having to interact with Zaros almost everyday after what happened between you felt like the biggest challenge despite the trial not starting yet.

A small glance was exchanged between you and Zaros. Life with him at the palace was new and unpredictable. And somehow, you’re looking forward to it.

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#zsakuva #sakuverse #zsakuva zaros #zaros x reader

[chol1na]

If you could pick one character to spend the rest of your life with, who would it be and why? Other than Alex ofcourse, he’s a give 😌😗

anonie, you and i vibe:) there’s a special place in hell for people like alex <3

this is a terribly difficult choice… i think i’d have to say either xanny or isaac? my first instinct was actually elias because he likes stars and like same (otherwise i wouldn’t put myself through the hell that is 3 accelerated math classes in one semester rip), but i’m still convinced we’re not being 100% transparent with him and i’m scared haha. then i thought of andrew cause who doesn’t love an intellect nomnom.

i think what i value a lot about lawrence and isaac is their loyalty and honesty. they don’t take advantage of listener? take isaac for example, at the beginning, listener is completely at his mercy. he could’ve done anything. he could’ve not payed them, he could’ve taken advantage of them in whatever way he wanted, heck- he could’ve left them to die and saved himself the hassle. even throughout his story, when he struggles with his feelings for them, he never puts them in harms way. the same can be said for our little leech; he’s not fond of “fates” and the idea of a seemingly irrational bond, and yet he’s still there for listener unconditionally. they’re both protective (see: meeting with vic. killing of yandere boy. etc) and just overall green flags? for the most part-. my final point would probably be that they’re both willing to communicate (unlike a certain someone…). eventhough they both have tremendous amounts of baggage, they want to make it work, they care enough to not only put in the effort, but actually follow through on their promises (see: isaac warming up to letting pickle out of the house).

n e ways, tldr:

final answer: isaac and lawrence

honorable mentions: elias and andrew

#lina rambles ‧₊˚✩彡 #anonie 🤍 #alex hate club 🫶🏻 #alex zsakuva #zsakuva x reader #zsaku x reader #isaac rhoades #Isaac #Andrew #andrew marston #Elias #xanthus #xanthus claiborne #Lawrence #Lawrence claiborne

[c-t-r-l14]

Special

“I wish I was special

I gave all my special

Away to a loser

Now I’m just a loser.”

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Synopsis: You refuse to go out quietly.

This is the second part to Session 32.

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In all of his panic, it took Alex a couple of seconds to notice that the drawers to the dressers were ajar and the suitcases with your clothes inside. You saw his eyes widen as the realization hit, but the feeling of incredulity made him ask one singular question:

“W-Where are you going?”

The quiver in his voice made you die inside, and yet you kept you voice low, and your tone firm and flat.

“Away,” You simply replied, “I’m moving out.”

…….

He simply stared at you—his doe eyes wide with hurt and distress. His stare burned into your own, and it was painful to look at him. Despite that, you kept your expression neutral, and your back firm and straight. You made sure your face didn’t show your true feelings.

“Right now? Why?” He inquired.

“Because we broke up. There’s no reason to stay anymore, so I’m leaving,” You simply answered, and you continued packing your stuff.

“I just—I guess I didn’t think that you’d leave so soon…I thought that maybe you were gonna stay a bit longer.”

“Why?”

“Well, I haven’t even started packing yet—I don’t leave ‘till February 16th and I still got a whole lot of paperwork to sort out and everything before I go. So, I just thought that we’d have a little bit of time left to sort this—”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

You felt Alex’s gaze as you continued to pack. You can feel as he was trying his best to contemplate what exactly was going on right now. Your short, curt responses and air of indifference was clearly bothering him, and you could tell that he didn’t know what to do.

“Okay—what is your problem??” he asked, annoyance and confusion evident in his tone, “You’ve been gone for days, you haven’t been answering any of my messages—”

“Why are you acting like you didn’t know where I was? I sent you a text. I told you where I was and who I was with.”

“Yeah you did, but I—“

“Okay, so stop acting like I didn’t. I needed some time away from you. Who I was with and my location was all the information you needed.”

“What is with you?? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in days, and all I’ve been greeted with is a bad attitude, a suitcase filled with clothes, and you telling me you’re leaving!”

You could hear the frustration in his voice, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could practically feel the pain in his eyes. You continued to pack regardless.

“Yep, sounds about right,” you responded non-cholantly, “I got my girl Solana downstairs with the car. When I’m ready to go, she’s gonna drop me off at my mom’s house. Denise, Kimahri, and Dehlani are gonna be here in a couple of days for winter break, and they’ve agreed to help me pack up the rest of my stuff—Oh! I already told our Super that I’m moving too, he told me that I still have to pay my part of the rent—”

“Wait—Wait. Other people know about this?? You’ve had this whole thing sorted out already?” He asked incredulously.

That question confused you a little. Did he think you were at your mom’s house only for moral support?

“Shouldn’t it be obvious, Alex?” you sighed as you put a pair of pants in your suitcase, “I literally just mentioned the people who’ll be helping me move.”

“How come I was the last to know about it, though???”

You stopped packing, and turned your head in his direction and just stared. Your expression of neutrality was no more; your brows were raised and your eyes were wide with pure astonishment. You stared at his knitted brows, and the wrinkles on his forehead that were creased with worry. You stared at his glassy, doe eyes—and saw the hurt and pain they beheld behind the color of burnt sienna. His whole face held an expression of betrayal, agony, and bewilderment.

Oh, the irony.

“Yeah well, it doesn’t feel good now, doesn’t it Alex?” you sneered, trying your best to keep your voice low, “Being the last to know about shit you really SHOULD know about REALLY bites the big one, doesn’t it??”

“Oh my GOD, here we GO,” Alex groaned as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh what?? You’re mad now ‘cause you’re feeling what I felt that day??”

“(Y/N), How in the HELL did you expect me to tell you about the job offer if you couldn’t even handle me working with Natalie?? You looked through my phone, accused me of cheating, and expected me to not be at least a little bit hesitant about telling you?? And it seems like you STILL aren’t handling it well now, considering how you’re just ready to get up and leave!”

You faltered a little bit. Some of the things he said weren’t wrong. You lost your cool and made some very stupid decisions and it definitely wasn’t your proudest moment. Usually, when situations arose, you made sure to keep your feelings in check and be more logical and rational about things. But you were so worried that another person you loved would leave you for someone else. But that still wasn’t an excuse. And there was definetly a better way of communicating how you felt—one that didn’t involve you going through his phone and making stupid accusations.

“Look. I understand that you were hurt and surprised about what happened. I know what I did was wrong. I violated your privacy, and accused of shit you didn’t do, and I will always be sorry for that. I’m usually not like that—“

“I know,” he interjected.

“That’s the thing—you know! You know that I’m usually calmer. You know that I’m usually level headed. What I did was dumb, yes—but I would think that the one time I lose my cool and do something stupid wouldn’t be my defining characteristic!“

“It’s not!”

“Well you sure acted like it was when you made up that fuckass excuse—talkin’ ‘bout how you ‘thought you knew me,’ Alex. We were together for four years—and you me know better than anyone.”

You sighed.

“I’m not angry because you want to move to New York. It’s where your dream job is, and you should totally go for it. I’m angry because you tried to get rid of ME in the process.”

Alex’s eyes widened.

“What?” He gasped.

“It was so obvious that you’ve mentally checked out of this relationship long ago—and even more obvious that you’ve had your mind made up from the jump. And that’s comepletely fine. Sometimes, relationships don’t last forever…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You tried your best to hold it together.

“But the way you ended things between us was absolutely trifiling!!”

And it was true—that’s how you felt. You weren’t angry at him for leaving you. You weren’t angry that he wanted to go to New York. You were angry with the way he broke up with you—because the things he said that day didn’t make a lick of sense.

“I—I ended things for BOTH of our sakes! I did it because I love you!”

You couldn’t help but scoff at that statement. It took everything in your power not to roll your eyes.

“You did it because you wanted me GONE.”

“Wha—I can’t believe you’d say—”

“During the whole time you broke up with me, all you did was blame me for everything and make excuses, Alex! You say I’m not the right person to handle long distance—“

“Oh my GOD, there you go AGAIN with the assumptions!”

“Alex, how in the HELL did you expect me to take that??? You were most definitely alluding to it, don’t play with me!”

“I wasn’t—”

“If you weren’t alluding to it, then there was no reason to say it in the first place! If you really wanted to leave then that’s fine—but don’t get mad at me and accuse me of ‘jUmpiNG tO ConCLUsiONS’ when you say outta pocket shit like that! Especially since I ended up being right about you wanting to leave me in the first place!!!”

Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest and your lungs were on fire. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and your throat closing up. You just wanted all of this to be over. Having this conversation hurt too much. And suddenly, you found yourself wishing for the hollowness that had once consumed your body to come back. You were in too much pain. You’d rather feel nothing at all. This was so damn difficult to do.

But anything worth doing is hard.

So you took in a deep, quivering breath and let it out slowly. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, and you cleared your throat.

“You talked about how much this hurts you—how much it hurts to leave me, but it really doesn’t feel that way. You talk about how much you love me, but I feel like if you loved me as much as you said you did, then you would’ve at least tried to make this work, Alex. I KNOW how you are. You put your all into everything—into volleyball, into photography, and yet you couldn’t even muster up a little bit of effort to try and keep relationship going. You couldn’t muster up any effort, despite you telling me how much you loved me. So like hell, you do Alex. Like hell.”

You let the tears flow. There was no use in stopping them now. But despite that, you still continue on. A shaky sigh passed through your lips.

“I’m not mad that you want to leave. I’m not mad that you wanna pursue your dreams. But don’t tell me that I’m the love of your life and then do everything in your power to leave me behind! Nobody who claims to love someone as much as you do would be so blatantly dishonest! Your actions don’t match your words and it’s sickening!!”

You didn’t hide the quiver in your voice. You wanted him to hear the pain in it. You continued still, despite how horse your voice had become.

“I tried everything in my power to make things work, because I love you. I know I did wrong, and I’ll own up to that every single time. But do NOT put all the blame on me just because YOU don’t wanna be with me anymore! You are NOT completely blameless in all of this, and I’m sick and tired of you acting like you are!”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you could hear it in your ears. But you continued still.

“And I’ll be DAMNED if I let you go to New York thinking that what you did was even REMOTELY okay! You can’t just pull me out of your life with excuses and flowery words and cast me away whenever it suits you! I will NOT go out quietly, Alex! You will hear my mouth, and I want you to know that what you did was trifling!!”

Another shaky breath. In and out.

“If you had any love or respect for me at all, then you would’ve been straight up with me from the jump. There would’ve been no need for excuses or pointing fingers if you were just honest, Alex. I don’t know what was going through your head that day, but I’m telling you, I haven’t felt less human than in that moment, and I will NOT let you have the luxuary of living your best life in New York—not when you don’t understand what you’ve done wrong!”

Your eyes met his. They were as red and glassy as your own.

“I’m giving you a chance to break up with me the correct way. I want you to be honest. I want you to realize what you’ve done wrong. I want you to tell me straight up. No lies. No B.S. Please.”

A long, suffocating silence ensued. But Alex never said a word. He’d open his mouth, but nothing would come out—almost like the words would get caught in his throat before melting away. And whenever that happened he closed it. He did this for a good while—and each time, you waited for a response. And it felt like you were waiting forever.

But after what felt like an eternity, he simply hung his head and closed his mouth. He didn’t open it back up again. He didn’t have anything to say.

You couldn’t believe it. You were honest on the day he broke up with you, because that’s what he asked of you—and you felt like thats what he deserved. You were honest about where you were and who you were with when you left the apartment because thats what he deserved. You’ve been honest throughout this entire conversation. You poured your heart out to him, and told him how he made you feel, because thats what he deserved. And EVEN after all of that, he still wasn’t man enough to be honest with you. It was bad enough that your relationship was crumbling before your very eyes. It was even more terrible that you were losing him.

But you were literally giving him the oppurtunity to be honest with you right now, and he still wouldn’t take it. You weren’t even worthy enough for the truth.

That revelation cut deep. And it hurt so damn much.

And that hurt made you ANGRY.

“Forget it,” You growled, turning your attention back to your suitcase, “I should’ve known better than to ask a man who has such a hard time being honest to tell me the truth.”

He lifted his head as you began to pack.

“The craziest thing about this was how much you wanted me to be truthful to you on the day we broke up. You told me that trust is something that is crucial in a relationship, but I don’t know how you expect me to trust you when you can’t even practice what you preach. Integrity and effort is what keeps a relationship going, and you clearly lack BOTH of those things. I suggest you grow a fucking backbone and quick,”—You looked him directly in the eyes—“Or don’t be surprised when all of your future relationships end up like ours did.”

He didn’t say anything. He merely walked quietly out of the room.

………

You rolled your suitcase out of the bedroom. You wanted nothing more than to get out of this apartment and away from him.

“I’ll be back next Tuesday with my friends to pick up the rest of my stuff.”

You turned around and saw him standing there, right by the couch. He stared at you, eyes red and wide. His eyebrows knitted—creased with worry. And that same hurt and pain that was beheld behind the color of burnt sienna.

But you didn’t feel anything this time.

You opened the door.

“Goodbye, Alex. Hope your passion keeps you fucking warm at night.”

You walked out of that apartment—leaving Alex with nothing but a hollow feeling in his gut and the loud slam of the door ringing in his ears.

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A/N: Good GOD, ya’ll. This was probably one of the most difficult fics I’ve ever written because it has so much dialogue in it!

I’m so sorry for the wait, ya’ll. But writing for Alex is actually really friggin’ exhausting because of how pissed he makes me. There will be more stories with Alex in them, but they will be spread few and far in between!

Also, sorry that’s so damn long💀 I didn’t wanna break it up into a third part because that’d be just stupid.

I hope ya’ll like it!

(And before any of ya’ll ask, YES, Kimahri was named after Saku’s pet cat.)

@tranquility-base-casino

Masterlist

#sakuverse #zsakuva #alex zsakuva #alex x reader #he needed to be put in his place #reminding ya’ll yet again that alex is the absolute worst and deserves nothing in life #he makes me so angry #zsakuva x reader

[thedivinevera]

❦A lot of love

One obsession❦

YANDERE DONTIS X READER, zsakuva x reader, yandere x reader, Incubus x reader, DONTIS x FEM!reader, yandere x reader, yandere Incubus x reader

Yandere, Incubus x reader, Zsakuva character, previous, no so established relationship, mentioned of polygamy, mention of lovers with an s, baby!,

Tw : yandere, obsession, unhealthy observations, *point* is this scare of abandonment, polygamy, dating, old relationship, mention of not so established relationship, jealousy? Nor really

As a Incubus, DONTIS is unable to commit into a monogamy relationship, the feeling on needing to give more love to people and staying in one relationship, feels not enough for them, so is it possible for him to become obsessed, to crave for someone's love and jealous and never want to share any of this, selfish isn't

Is to possible for an Incubus to become obsessed to a person, yes, yes he is, Dontis at first is never been like this, he's supporting he helps you fix yourself and create your life other than being a Hunter of his kind, each time by time you've grown more with the help of the people you meet long ago, you're life has finally something to care for, not always circling about Incubus and succubus, this time you finally had a chance to enjoy your time, and start family if you're lucky. Your type of living is not the same with Dontis, he's life is full of party and affairs, while you continue to find happiness in peace enjoying and fantasizing about a domestic life, Dontis is unable to have, he's happy for you its nice to know that you've finally escape to your disastrous past and finally healing but he realize how you've become so independent, so forward, so far to him, he realized that you don't need him anymore and that you are not dependent on his word, you don't need his accompany anymore and for the very first time he's not the first person you've call everytime you had a problem, despite reassuring that he's ready to listen about your problem and help you with it, you don't need him anymore...... You don't need him anymore........ You don't need him anymore...... No you can't!! You need him, ..... The realization hit him like a truck, never been in his entire life do he feel useless now that you don't need him anymore, you're happy without him and he don't like that, it's been 3.. 5.....10 goddamn days since the last time you call him, he would always look at his contact, missed call from his other lovers but it's been a week since the last notification with your name and he's afraid that this week turn into a month, afraid that you completely disposed him..... He wait more days, it's been 2 weeks, he wait more 3 weeks has passed, he call you.... Finally, no answer, he call you more, no answer..... He call you one more time “Dontis? Is there a problem”

“hey!, Are you available”

“uhm sorry Dontis, I'm not I'm with Sevier, one of my friends!” friend— friends

“he's my old pal, when I'm still a hunter, he's already retired ahha”

“oh so it's date then~” please say no, please say no, no ,no, no, no, no

“kinda” no, no, no, for the very first time he's jealous of Xanthus, Xanthus has his beloved wrapped around his fingers, their love is mutual but his is not, you loved him once but never now, and he still love you, you crave for him once, but he crave you and others but now, he carnally crave them, only you are in his heart, he might loved other but you corrupt him to think that he only love you, not even the flesh of the person who comes first or after you can make him forget about how you finally cut all the contact with him (no you don't, he's just dramatic and you're just busy) an Incubus are incapable to love only one person, but no one said he can't be obsessed with one

#fem reader #zsakuva #vera'swork #Dontis #zsakuva Dontis #incubus #Incubus x reader #fem readerz #zsakuva x reader #❦𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀❦ #yandere Dontis #yandere zsakuva

[hardcore-jones]

Ringlight

Jonah x Listener (Featuring Elias being the best wing man)

Okay listen. Hell week is coming up VERY quickly and I've been stressed, of course I have to listen to all the Jonah audios while doing chem homework...which then turned into writing this instead of studying. I just love Jonah sm 🥹🥹

"Okay, just give me one minute, I'll be right back." Your attention was taken away from your book as Jonah emerged from his cave streaming room. His smile widened when he saw you, sprawled out on the couch in your most elegant pajamas. 

"Oh, I didn't realize you were awake already. I didn't wake you up, did I?" 

"Oh no, of course not," you bookmarked the page you were on to give Jonah your full attention. "I mean, it is after 2 pm. All the late night shifts in the world can't knock me down for a whole day." 

He chuckled, shaking his head. "If you say so. I'm gonna make some tea, you want some?" 

"Oooh, that would be nice. Do we have any biscuits?" 

"I think so, let me check." He stepped closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning away. 

You whined in protest, grabbing his jacket sleeve and pulling him towards you. He gasped in faux shock, clearly expecting you to ask for more. 

"My my, aren't you feeling insatiable today?" 

"Shush and kiss me." 

"And bossy!" He laughed as he kissed your forehead again. 

"No, not there!" 

"Alright, your Highness." 

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You held him close, feeling the stubble on his cheek with your thumb. You wished he could stay with you, but you knew he had to get back to his stream eventually. 

"Was that enough for you?" 

You tapped your chin in pretend thought. "Well, that's enough for now. But I expect a few more later!" 

Jonah rolled his eyes as he laughed. "Pinky promise I will, babe, now let me put the kettle on." 

You watched as he slipped away into the kitchen. Theoretically you could join him but... 

Eyeing the door to his streaming room, you had a better idea. 

Quietly, you tipped toed over to the door, opening it slowly to cover the sound of the squeaky hinges. The PC was the brightest thing in the room, some of the decorations and string light you had set up for him were drowned out by the lights coming from the monitors on the desk. You crept over and sat in his surprisingly very comfortable chair. 

One monitor had a game paused, the other one had a few different programs open. The chat was on one half of the screen, a few users talking amongst themselves as they waited. You realized the window open next to it showed what the chat was looking at, which currently showed a paused screen. 

Trying to decipher through the different commands listed, you tried a few before the monitor changed back to its normal view. The game was on the main screen, and you could see the back of your head in the camera as you leaned over to see the second monitor. 

xXIsmoke420Xx: he's back

LIAS_E: wait... no the hair colors all wrong

Blade_Main: yoooooo is that Y/N ??? 

CenterAtkMid: did they hijack again? XD 

You giggled to yourself reading through the chat, realizing you were successfully able to get the screen back to normal. 

"Hey guys, what are y'all up to?" 

You watched chat, leaning back into Jonah's chair. 

PickleMick: Y/N playing LOL would be hilarious 

LIAS_E: oh hes gonna be pissed lmao 

CenterAtkMid: @picklemick LMAO they'd be so lost XD 

"Oh is he playing League today, that's what LOL is, right?" You asked out loud, looking back to the first monitor. "What is this squirrel thing? Is Jonah a squirrel in this game?" 

You moved the mouse around a bit, trying to get a better look at the character on screen. 

You could see chat going by a mile a minute out of the corner of your eye, not able to see each individual message anymore. 

Behind you, you heard the door creak open, followed by a loud, dramatic gasp. 

"You! What are you doing in here, you gremlin!" 

Jonah walked in, shutting the door with his foot and setting two cups of tea down on his desk. 

You let out a maniacal giggle, spinning around in his chair to face him. "I'm the streamer now!" 

He shook his head. "You're unbelievable! I make you some tea and you pay me back by taking over like a dictator?" 

He leaned over the chair, trying to read the chat. 

"A squirrel? Why did Elias say I'm playing a squirrel?" 

You broke down into giggles again, pointing at the screen. 

"Look, you're playing as a squirrel!" 

"What, that's Yuumi! Yuumi's a cat, can't you see!" He shook the computer chair from behind you, grabbing the mouse and zooming in on the character. 

"Hey, it's not my fault the designers made it look like a squirrel!" 

Jonah let out a dramatic sigh behind you, taking a sip from his mug and shaking his head at you. 

You went back to the chat, not willing to get in a debate with him about game design (again).

LIAS_E: jonah is now a dedicated squirrel main 

Blade_Main: I cant even image Y/N trying to play lol 

"Is league of legends hard? The chat said I'd be bad at it, " 

"It's not hard but it's... " Jonah hummed to himself in thought. "Its not the gameplay I'm so worried about, it's the people who play the game. I wouldn't want you to hear what some of the players say in game." 

He nudged your mug closer to you. "Hey now, don't let this get cold." 

"Oh yeah," You took a quick sip, savoring the perfect mix of sugar and milk Jonah always managed to pull off. "Amazing as always, love." 

You didn't hear Jonah respond, and you almost turned to check whe you caught your name in chat again. 

LIAS_E: how was work, Y/N? 

"How was work? It was... Ughhh." You groaned, resting your head on your hand. "Arsenal lost pretty bad last night and the crowd got a little hectic. Luckily, my boss got a few of them to leave and the rest calmed down after that. The train was absolutely full of them too, I almost thought about just getting an Uber instead." 

PickleMick: :monkaS: 

CenterAtkMid: did anyone else see that?? 

xXIsmoke420Xx: someone clip this 

"What the heck are they talking about?" 

"Hm, what are they saying?" Jonah asked. You noticed his voice sounded further away, like he was by the door again. Checking the camera, you realized Jonah was directly behind you anymore, but stood a foot or so away, with one arm hiding behind his back. 

You turned away from the monitor and towards your boyfriend. He looked nervous for some reason, his cheeks red and a wide grin across his face. 

"Are you up to something right now?" 

"Babe," He smiled as he took one of your hands, the other one still hiding behind his back. "this isn't how I planned this but... this just feels like the right time." 

"What do you mean?" 

Jonah's other hand came back to the front, holding a little velvet box between his shakey fingers. 

"Open it," 

You could feel your heart beat a million miles an hour as you opened the box, a ring sitting perfectly on the velvet inside. 

"Jonah?" 

He laughed nervously, slowly sinking down to his knee. 

"You have no idea how happy you make me, and how much you truly mean to me. I love you so much. Will you marry me?" 

"Jonah!" You pulled him back up to his feet, holding him close to you. 

"Oh my god, are you crying? Don't cry, please!" 

"No, they're happy tears!" You let him go then, giving him free access to wipe away the tears. He ran his thumbs over your cheeks, his own eyes wet as well. 

"You still haven't answered, babe," He teased. 

"Of course I'll marry you Jonah! Do you even have to ask?" You giggled at him, standing on your tip toes to press kisses all over his face. 

Clip by LIAS_E

April XX, 20XX

Jonah leaned from behind the computer chair, pushing the mug closer to you. "Hey now, don't let this get cold." 

Making sure you were distracted for just a minute, he quickly pulled his phone out and shot a quick text to Elias, asking if he could keep you occupied for just a minute. 

He checked you weren't watching and quietly slipped out of the room for a minute. 

You took another sip of tea before noticing a question in chat directed to you. "How was work? It was... Ughhh" 

Jonah came back into the office, making sure the hinges didn't creak too loudly. Luckily you didn't notice and he knew he'd be able to pull off his risky plan. 

Silently, he came up behind the computer chair, holding up a small box close enough for the camera to see, but making sure to keep it out of your field of view. With a shaky hand, he opened it, flashing the ring to the camera for just a moment.

#zsakuva #sakuverse #my stuff #jonah x listener #apologies in advance if i got british terms mixed up #tis my fault #fluff #jonah x reader #jonah #also yeah iknow clips on twitch are only like 30 seconds most of the time but were having fun here!!!

[faeskiss]

the listener: *breathes*

ZAROS: YOU UNGRATEFUL SPOILED PALACE BRAT HOW DARE YOU EVEN EXIST PEOPLE ARE DYING AND ITS UR FAULT

like damn pookie I’m just tryna live😩😩

#sakuverse #zsakuva #zsakuva zaros #zaros x reader #zaros #he’s such a drama queen #he’s a little bitch but I love him like that’s my husband