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"...You uh…”
”You good?"
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”Seriously?” ReGect blundered as his tail started thumping behind him in annoyance. Does this guy use his context clues? Like, at all?
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ReGect is in heat and needs help.
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“Your blood.” He leans in, and his pupils dilate. “It’s so loud.”
“No.” Ze breathes. “Fuck off. There’s no way. I-I already know what you are, and you’re not—”
He doesn’t get to finish before Regect’s hands grab hold of his shoulders, his claws sharp even through the fabric of his clothes.
“So you know?” Regect asks, “Then you gotta be able to guess how fuckin’ annoying it is to hear you from across the house even if you’re not talking.”
Or, Regect is a vampire, and he’s got a craving for his best friend.
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Andrew had every right to have a poor opinion on water. Hell, Chris did too. Every time he heard the dripping of a leaky faucet, the sloshing of a drink, or the torrent of rain outside of Andrew’s windows, he felt himself fall back into the destructive patterns he had adopted years prior, the familiar beckoning calls ringing in his ears.
But Chris had an excuse to avoid it. He was dead—he didn’t have working organs to fuel, didn’t have a body that built up muck and grime.
The same, however, could not be said of Andrew.
Or, Chris has to work through his own struggles with water to give Andrew a much-needed bath.
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Thinking about the taste of your espressos by LpsTinyBunnysBun
Fandoms: A ReGect - Zabooboo3 (Web Series)
18 Jul 2026
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He was just a customer, yet he somehow made Ze's emotions boil with anger, but Ze should be used to these types of customers by now. The rude customers that would cry for the manager and would always make a scene.
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A Regect coffee shop au where Ze works as a barista
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The creation of a painting almost as clear as a picture by onyxthroughtheages for Mintluver1
Fandoms: A ReGect - Zabooboo3 (Web Series)
26 Jun 2026
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His wings are bound behind him, Regect guesses, at least. He can’t see the wings, not their outline or their feathers. Just Ze, something sharp in the press of his spine, wings hidden, bound, beneath him.
“Regect,” Ze whines, and that’s enough to extinguish the anger – not entirely, just the parts aimed at Ze. It exacerbates all other parts of it, burning and thriving in the heat, it wants to fit, find what did this to Ze and kill it. He files the thought off for later.
“It’s okay,” he consoles, “It’s alright. I’m right here, Ze, it’s okay.”
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- Part 5 of Avian!Ze stories