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𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄☆𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when you don't expect love to find you, it's hard to comprehend when it does. for zane, it's a mystery.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slight hurt/comfort? zane cries just a lil bit, otherwise super cute

𝐂𝐖: none?

zane had gone quiet ten minutes ago, his eyes spacing away as he blankly nodded along to whatever you said. you ignored it at first, trying to figure out if it was just you overthinking things or if something about him was really off.

you had excitedly asked him over to hang out. it wasn't the first time, but this time you decided to be extra affectionate and doting on him. fresh baked heart shaped cookies were laid out on the coffee table as you ushered him to rest on the couch with you. you turned on whatever show he wanted while you had him rest his head on your lap.

sliding his scarf down his face, you lean over him as you rub his cheeks with your thumbs. it was a shame he covered and hid his face so often. while he acted different from his brothers, he still most definitely looked like them, and the ro'meave boys never had any bad complaints about their looks.

porcelain skin somehow was perfectly clear, save for the freckles that painted along his straight nose and high cheekbones. thick dark hair starkly contrasted against his face, the same color beautifully framing his bright icy-blue eyes.

"you're so pretty." you whisper.

the apple of his cheeks glow red and his lips warble, his fingers trailing across the fabric of his mask as if he was tempted to pull it back up to hide away.

"you're prettier." he refutes, the genuineness and uncertain shyness in his tone enough to keep you from teasing him.

you merely tap his nose, before your fingers trail up to his thick black hair. gingerly, you pull it back, fully exposing his other eye and the light scar that nicked his eyelid and brow. with a satisfied hum, you lean back to grab the bag you had prepared before.

"what's that?"

"skin care."

"for...?"

"you! will you let me?"

"...if you want."

you quietly cheer in victory, a smile on your face. his lips twitch up and his eyes glisten as up at you while you begin your routine. as soon as you start massaging products into his face, he sleepily drifts his attention to the tv. after a moment his muscles go limp against you, a deep exhale leaving through his nose.

you poke his nose and lean down to kiss his freckles, giggling as his ears grow red. one kiss follows another, and another, and another, as your lips touch and trace each mark along his pale skin. he made a whimpering noise of protest, pale hands reaching up to hold your face in place as your lips had threatened another kiss on his soft cheeks.

"hm?" you question. dark lashes hide his eyes as they dart away from your face and towards the screen.

"it's nothing." he mumbles, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as his hands drop back down to his side.

your eyebrows pinch at his sudden mood change, but you don't question him further, reaching over to feed him a cookie instead.

"okay..." you simply return, patting his cheek as he chews the sweet snack. "are the cookies good?"

"mhm." he nods, voice warbling as he hums.

a moment passes, the background noise of the show the only other noise in the room as you stare down at him. his lashes still hide his eyes from you as they brush along his cheekbones.

"what's wrong?" you finally question.

the question is met with silence as you feel his shoulders tense against your legs. your fingers reach out to gently brush against his cheeks.

"zane, look at me."

finally his eyes drift back up to yours, icy blue glazed over with emotion.

"why are you so quiet?"

"i'm just... confused, i guess." he mutters.

instead of asking him, you patiently wait for him to continue, tilting your head as you lightly trace small shapes across his face.

"well, confused isn't the right word... or maybe it is?" he groans, pale hands reaching up to rub against his face. "you're just... so sweet. i can barely imagine any girl giving me the time of day, let alone you. i guess i still just don't understand why you'd want to spend your time and energy on me. it's not like i was your last choice, either. you're beautiful and unbearably kind. You could have anyone you wanted. And i'm just... me."

for a moment you don't know how to respond, completely taken by his words. your fingers pause against his jawline, and he freezes at your following silence. his eyes widen in regret, and for a moment you swear he looks on the verge of tears before he shoots up from his spot on your lap.

"it's nothing, forget it." he mumbles quickly, facing away from you.

"no! no, it's not nothing, i was just surprised!" you leap forward to hug him from behind, voice scrambling to comfort him. "i didn't think you felt that way."

your hands connect over his chest, feeling his heart thud in his chest. his rib cage stutters as he takes in a shaky breath, one hand reaching up to grip onto yours.

"zane, i chose you because i love you. i treat you like this because i truly want to."

slowly, he twists his body to look back at you. you're barely able to see the shine of the tear running down his cheek before he buries his head in the crook of your neck, practically tackling you back down into the couch. his hands tightly wrap around you, holding you close as he lays on top of you. your heart swells at his vulnerability, a side he had rarely shown to you.

"i love you." his voice whispers back to you, the words barely loud enough to be heard if you weren't paying attention.

"when you're not pretending to be a grumpy, unhappy little grouch, you're one of the sweetest men i've ever met." you continue, rubbing one hand along his back while the other runs through his hair.

the neckline of your shirt feels damp, and you feel another shaky exhale against your collarbone.

"thank you."

"i adore you, zane. you don't need to thank me for something that isn't a chore to me."

his head shifts, turning towards the screen as he quietly stares at the show playing on the screen. you pull the blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over the two of you, hugging him to your chest and continuing to rub his back.

"want to stay here for a while?" you ask softly.

"...yeah."

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