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── .✦ᝰ.ᐟ love and deepspace

જ⁀➴ rafayel

black swan ･ enchanted ･ la petite fille de la mer ･

જ⁀➴sylus

roleplay ･

જ⁀➴xavier

yapper x listener ･

── .✦ᝰ.ᐟ tears of themis

જ⁀➴vyn richter

wilting flowers ･

── .✦ᝰ.ᐟ jujutsu kaisen

જ⁀➴gojo satoru

coworkers ･

[stardustdusting]

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Someone please release the anniversary cards rn🫠

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"Do you seriously not get it, Caleb?"

You had stopped walking and stayed rooted to your place while the man turned around around to face you. "Get what?"

Get what. Get what he said while you were losing your mind every damn day and night.

You swore under your breath lightly. For someone who was perceived as a sharp and quick-witted fellow, he sure was dumb at this moment and many more that had gone by.

You looked him dead in the eye trying to gauge for any kind of indication that would release you from this madness. "Are you seriously trying to act like you don't see it?"

"See what, Pips? I am not a fortune teller, I can tell you that."

You groaned while looking up at the sky fed up because of his dense and stupid behaviour. You had been giving this man signs for months now that you liked him. People might think that maybe you were just not clear with it but nope. You had tried every damn trick in the book and flirted with him as clear as a day. If he had got any of those indications then he sure was good at playing pretend.

Caleb scrunched his eyebrows in confusion giving you the impression of a confused dog. "As far as I remember it's not your birthday. I could never forget it nor is there any special occasion around the corner. What is it that's got you flying off the handle?"

"You! It's you!" You couldn't handle it anymore. You couldn't just put a lid on your feelings and call it a day. Your feelings had been shimmering over for a long time and it just couldn't be contained anymore. This man drove you mad with how good he had been all this time. He cared for you like no one ever had before. He listened to you in all earnesty, validated your feelings, gave you nice warm bear hugs and did your house chores for God's sake!

How could you not fall in love with this all-in-one package of a man? How could you not when your heart fluttered every time he laughed because of you or when he pushed back a stray strand of hair behind your ears?

"I am in love with you. Have been for a long time and I just can't hide it anymore though I really haven't been trying to hide them for some time now. I have been giving you signals and God, you just never get them, do you?"

Caleb's expression was a mixture of stunned and confused and that just made the pit in your stomach that you had been trying to ignore since the start of this conversation grow deeper.

"Come on, say something. Is it... That bad that I confessed? If you don't like me just say so." Your voice was dismissive of your own feelings, trying to play it off with a chuckle. The probability of Caleb rejecting had always scared you but you had to get your feelings across even if you do end up getting rejected.

"Don't do this to me, Pips." Caleb crossed the distanced between you two in big strides standing right in front of you, so close that it made your stomach do back flips. He looked at you with an intensity caught your breath in your throat.

"Don't decide my feelings for me. You love me? Really? When did you even give me those god damned signals?"

"Since months..."

"Months?! What even were those signals?!"

"Like flirting with you, saying we are going on dates when hanging out, cancelling my girl's night out just to comfort you over the stupid movie you were bawling your eyes out on and telling you that I rejected someone whenever someone asked me out." You went on and on and on listing almost everything that you could remember at the moment while Caleb's expression grew more and more horrified with each point that you listed.

There was a long silence after you were done pointing out each and every one of your endeavours. Caleb kept looking off to the side trying to avoid your gaze.

"Even that time when you set up a candle light dinner?"

"That was the most obvious I could ever get."

"I thought we were going out for a dinner as, as friends!"

"Tell me which pair of friends have candle light dinner where one of them is dressed to the boot in a way that spells date?!"

The moment stretched into silence as your chest heaved from having to drive your point across as the both of you stared at each other. Caleb buried his face behind his hands letting out a long groan and you could hear him berating himself for being an idiotic and clueless person.

"What's your answer?" You asked all of a sudden. Your nerves were getting the most out of you and you just couldn't stand for so long without an answer when you had just bared yourself open to him.

Caleb let go of his face and stared at your face. His eyes seemed to hold the intensity which you had been searching for months within him. "Pips... I have been in love with you ever since I saw you and I have been holding myself back every day just so I do not spout some nonsense and end up risking the relation we have. I was happy, content with what I had with you or so I told myself. It was agonizing to not just grab you and pepper your face with kisses."

Your face burned hot because of Caleb's words. A few words were enough to sweep you off your feet.

He inched his hand towards you cheek just to cup them but stopped just a mere inches away. His hand trembled as he waited for you to give him the permission to let him touch you.

You nodded lightly and his cold palm met your burning cheek as he spoke in the most quiet voice that you had heard from him. "I love you, Pips. Please let me love you. I promise to never break your heart and to always be good to you. Please..."

The desperation and yearning in his voice had your knees almost buckling. You had been dreaming of this moment for months and it was finally happening. You should have felt as if you could take on any challenge and come out victorious. But, at the very moment, all that you could manage out of your mouth was in a soft and gentle voice. "Please take good care of me and love me and let me love you with all I have..."

Your words had him breaking out in a smile which mirrored the one on your face. "I wouldn't want to give you a chance to criticize my love for you."

"Just try to catch onto my actions from now on."

"I wouldn't dare to miss any of those. Not when my own obliviousness caused us to miss out on so much of our time together."

likes and reblogs are appreciated (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) hope you enjoyed it!

[jelliefishhhh]

I think the lack of finality of deaths in ORV is actually worse than if the deaths were permanent (from an in-universe stand point not a writing standpoint) Because even in deaths where there are no revival skills theres always something after, the underworld, clawing your way back into the scenarios after being cast out of it, there's always a way. Like the 41st Shin Yoosungs soul becoming Biyoo. Theres nothing that ever really says 'Hey! This is it! You can rest now!'

Because no matter how many times Dokja dies and gives his life there’s still a way they can find him again, and being made to chase that man over and over again with no guarantee of ever actually finding him but as long as their is a sliver of a chance it’s worth it right? It’s worth it just for the chance of seeing Kim Dokja one more time. That’s not salvation. That’s just cruel.

[agent-raven]

I find it almost funny how his constellation name includes the word "salvation" but he is so far away from it and so are his companions. They are bound to always chase after him restlessly in the main story as well as in the side stories. But he also does have the word "demon king" in his constellation name. Demons always give a false sense of security at start and bound you to themselves eternally in a cruel manner. KDJ has literally bound his companions to chase after him eternally knowingly/unknowingly. There's no end to this cycle and they continue to mourn him while looking for his fragments everywhere.

[agent-raven]

LIGHTS, CAMERA, DATE!! MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS-Rafayel x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Caleb x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Xavier x Reader

SYNOPSIS-Dating shows were never your cup of tea. Everything seemed too fake, too acted out and too made up for the camera. You hardly thought anyone could actually find true love by going on a dating show. You still held that belief when you were contacted for a new segment to be aired on TV. A dating show. You were only going to act for the camera but along the way, things and feelings change. After all, who could ever resist five handsome men?

TAGS-fluff, angst??, reader is an influencer, canon diversion, Rafayel is an idol, Sylus the fruit vendor, Caleb is a DAA pilot, jealousy, Zayne and Caleb are estranged childhood friends with reader/mc, each LI will have a separate ending at the end of the series

STATUS-ongoing

TAGLIST-open

A/N-Sooo, first series fic for me so I do hope you all will be patient with the updates. I will try and post as frequently as possible. I hope you all enjoy the series! To get added in the taglist please reply with a "❤" in the comments.

[agent-raven]

coworker!gojo who joined the company at the same time as you and was put in the same team under the same mentor as you.

coworker!gojo who you thought was incredibly handsome and was not fully utilising his assets because that face didn't belong in a company, no, it belonged on billboards, TV and magazines where people could admire it.

coworker!gojo who was efficient with his work, almost never made a mistake and worked with the speed of a superhuman. Your team manager was stunned by how skillfully he worked, praising him and telling him that he will go to great heights.

coworker!gojo who was paired up with you for almost every project and you couldn't help but admire how good he was at his work. His words held charm, making the clients comply with him. Though business deals weren't the only place where he tried to use his charm. People from different departments fell for his charming personality and good looks while he sweet talks to them. He really knew how to put his good looks to work and use them to his advantage.

coworker!gojo who thinks you both are a good team. While he is the charming fellow, you are the brain of the team. You both worked with each other efficiently and in coordination as if you had been working together for years instead of only a few months. Even your team leader boosted saying he had a good eye for talent and pairing you two together was the best decision.

coworker!gojo who seemed to flirt with almost every woman in the office except you. He did try to, but you shut him down pretty quickly, saying how it went against your office ethics. That was how you showed it on the outside. Internally, you were freaking out over this hunk of a man flirting with you but you had your morals to upkeep. Gojo shut down his advances after that saying he respected your professionalism and wouldn't want to flirt with someone who doesn't like it.

coworker!gojo who knew of the malice that some people shared against him. They envied him, a rookie, for always outperforming them and getting attention for his work. They gossiped behind his back and smeared his name but he stayed quiet. He was used to this. Foolish and jealous people aren't worth ruining his mental health for. That's why he let them spout nonsense, thinking they would tire themselves out eventually and run out of topics.

coworker!gojo who came across you defending him against the people who were badmouthing him. You defended him ferociously as if your life depended on it, while trying to maintain your professionalism. He could see how irked you were by the whole situation while you reprimanded the people who were your seniors for their actions. You were angry for him and on his behalf. You, who always took office rules, seniority, and professionalism seriously, were standing up for him without a care for those very things right now.

coworker!gojo who felt touched by your act and had newfound respect in his heart for you. You may be a person who took things seriously, but you also had a soft and righteous side to you. The one who stood up for others and cared for others.

coworker!gojo who started bringing you small treats every morning after the incident. You were suspicious at first towards his sudden increase of attention towards you, but he always said that he was only looking out for his fellow coworker.

coworker!gojo who had slowly but surely started building a bond with you. He came to discover different aspects of your life and noticed small things about you. You were no different. You stumbled upon unexpected things about him like how he had a major sweet tooth and an aversion towards alcohol, which was unexpected since you took him for the type to love alcohol. You came to know about his two best friends, Suguru and Shoko whom he had known since his high school days and other friends whom he loved to annoy. The more you got to know about him, the more you started to see him in a different light.

coworker!gojo who had become a reliable coworker and friend over the course of a few months. A friend for whom you seemed to be developing feelings, which you were afraid to even think about, fearing that it may risk the friendship you had developed over the months.

coworker!gojo who was no different from you. He had fallen in love with your straightforward but gentle personality. He had fallen for every aspect of yours. He fell for how you looked out for him as well as others. He fell for how despite being tough on others, you always helped them out in the end. He fell for how you noticed every small detail about him and never forgot it. He fell for how pretty you looked when a smile graced your face. He fell for every single damn thing you did, and he couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop falling for you each and every time.

coworker!gojo who had made his mind to ask you out, while you freaked out about how to stop the feelings you had for him from growing.

[agent-raven]

The fiend and his bride...

[agent-raven]

Rafayel stood on the altar with an officiant behind him.

The venue was beautifully decorated with wisteria and carnations. Sun hovered in the afternoon sky, its rays feeling gentle on skin. The air was abuzz with the sounds of birds chirping and guests chattering amongst themselves. The sound of the piano reverberated through the air, filling his ears and soothing his nervous heart.

His eyes drifted through the crowd, spotting familiar faces. Talia, Algie, Konche, Thomas, and his friends whom he hadn't seen for such a long time. He caught the eyes of a few who smiled gently at him, congratulating him from afar. His heart felt heavy for some reason when he saw them. Was it because he was seeing them after such a long time? He couldn't help but smile lightly at them, happy to see his friends again.

As he stood upon the altar, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He was a bundle of nerves and all he could do was clasp his hands together to help him soothe his nerves. His hands felt clammy from sweat and his mouth dry. His thoughts went back to you wondering what you must be doing right now. Were you getting photos clicked with your friends? Were you as nervous as he was right now? Were you still getting ready? He could only imagine how beautiful and radiant you would look in the white dress.

This was what he had been waiting for all his life. He was finally going to be yours today, and you would be his. Forever, till the end of your time.

Suddenly, the Wedding March started playing, signifying that the bride would soon be walking down the aisle. Rafayel took a deep breath, turning towards the aisle. And oh heavens, his breath was caught in his throat. You looked simply stunning walking down the aisle with a bouquet in your hands.

He stretched out his hand to meet yours as you reached the altar, helping you climb up the stairs. All the while his eyes were trained on you, never leaving your face. You looked so divine and beautiful. How did he ever find someone like you?

The moment felt like a lie, he was so afraid that it would just be a dream. He had dreamt about this exact moment many a times. You walking down the aisle, wearing the dress he had crafted with his own hands. Your hair was in the most perfect braid with a veil adorning your head. Your face looked radiant, your makeup complimenting you. He couldn't look away from the sight. The only thing he had ever wished for was happening. The very fact made him tear up.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you wiped his tears. "Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Rafayel couldn't help to lean into your touch, letting you cup his face as he put a hand over yours and closed his eyes. "I am so happy. So happy and so afraid that it's all just a dream. What if I wake up only to find all of this gone?"

He felt the delicate warmth from the pads of your finger sliding down to hold his hand, it was an act of affection to comfort him. "Don't be silly. Look, it's all real. Open your eyes and look at me, Rafayel."

Rafayel slowly opened his eyes only to find himself in the sea, right before Romirro. He was confused. Why was he here? He was standing on the altar with you just now.

"Rafayel, you have to do it..."

Rafayel turned towards your voice only to find you holding his hands. The stance was all too familiar to him. He looked away trying to pry his hands out of yours in desperation. He could not do this anymore. No, he can't, he absolutely can't.

"Now.. With the power of the Sea God"s vow..."

No! He can't see you die again! He can't do this again!

"Our convenant—Rafayel, obey my command!"

He jolted awake with a loud gasp. His chest heaved trying to collect as much air as he could in his lungs. His heart was hammering so hard against his rib cage that he could hear it in his ears.

His eyes searched the dark room he was in looking for something, someone- to ground him back to reality.

Just then his phone rang, displaying the name of the person he wanted to hold onto right now, more than ever. Just seeing your name, made his erratic breathing calm down a bit.

He picked up his phone, thumb hovering over the accept call button. He finally gave in and picked up the call, answering you in the most soft and small voice you had ever heard.

"Hey, cutie."

[agent-raven]

why do you tag everybody expect zayne lol

Hey Anon, about your question, I didn't tag Zayne because I thought what I wrote wouldn't exactly match his personality. I don't have anything against Zayne😭✋ He is my main after all. I may be wrong but that's how I felt regarding his actions and personality. If you want I can add him in the tags! That would be no problem for me😄

[agent-raven]

enchanted

Pairings: opera singer/siren!Rafayel x singer!reader Tags: obsessive Rafayel, stalking, he is a siren here not lemurian sea god, he is not being a good boy, reader is a street performer 2.4k words A/N: this was a request from my beloved friend who is also my beta reader and a devout Rafayel girlie. Thank you for helping me out and guiding me wherever I lacked. I wouldn't survive without you, lol

Rafayel took pride in his voice and singing. As a siren living among humans with his kind, he was revered for having the most melodious voice of them all. His alluring voice captivated humans since the ages of the old sailors. And now that he and his kin lived among the humans, he sang in an opera theater, still keeping humans enchanted by his voice.

No other siren could ever reach his heights of fame and status. It had always been a secret how he skillfully kept humans in his grasp. That was until he heard you. A busker performing on the streets while strumming melodies from her guitar.

Rafayel was a proud siren. He believed that humans were the more inferior beings who always fell for his voice and could be manipulated easily. Their sense of music could never rival that of sirens, so why was it that your voice sounded so out of this world. Something so beautiful. It was a spectacle that was rare to come by, even during his entire lifetime; an ethereal voice was calling to him.

As you concluded your song, you were met with thunderous clapping. You smiled genuinely at the crowd, happy that you had been able to deliver another successful performance. Your friend who had been recording came up to you, patting your back and started discussing the title of the next video with you. You left the area once you had packed up.

Rafayel? He was transfixed, entranced and enchanted by you and your voice. Your singing left quite the impression on him. You had an agile and delicate voice. Perfect for dueting with him. Rafayel had always sung alone. He believed none could ever match his voice and singing, and weren't worthy of singing beside him. Singing with him? Impossible. But you? It was like the Gods had sent you his way to prove that there were people who possess enough qualities to go against his level.

It was fairly simple after observing you to figure out your schedule. He got his grubby hands on information for your next venue, along with the specific date. For the first time, he thanked humans for having made social media. It was so easy to find your social media accounts. All too easy with the resources he had. He was there at every performance, just slightly away from you, blended in with the crowd, observing you.

It had been a beautiful day. The setting sun made the evening sky pink. A gentle breeze blew as you packed up after your performance. That's when it happened. Slow steps approached you while your back was turned towards him.

"You have an incredible talent."

The sudden voice startled you. You weren't expecting any passerby to approach you once you were done for the day. And, you certainly weren't expecting such a beautiful man to come up to you.

You smiled politely at him, like you always did for other people. "Thank you."

"I was really curious about why so many people were gathered here, only to find someone so gifted performing here."

You were flattered by his words. A smile cracked up at the corner of your lips. "You praise me too much. I am just trying to make a living while following my passion."

"Do you only ever perform on streets? No social media or anything?" Rafayel already knew about your social media handles, still, that man pretended like he was the most oblivious person ever.

"I do have a reach on social media, actually. I post my performances from time to time on my Youtube channel and Insta."

"You must have a lot of followers, then. With that kind of voice, I would be more horrified than surprised if you didn't have a good amount of following." You in fact, did have a huge following on your social media platforms. And was it just your imagination, or was this guy a little too friendly?

You chuckled lightly at his remark and answered him as you finished packing up, hanging your guitar case on your shoulder. "You would be happy to hear that I am popular among the community."

"Oof, what a relief. Can I have your ID if it's not too much trouble? It would be my utmost pleasure to be one of your devoted followers." Rafayel displayed his most charming smile. He wouldn't imagine you denying him. No human could ever deny him after seeing that smile and you were no exception. Who in their right mind would say no to this beautiful specimen of a man?

People asked for your ID on a daily basis when you were out performing and you were more than glad to gain one more follower. After agreeing to his request, he had handed his phone to you for you to type down your ID and all the while his eyes stayed trained on your face. He observed every little movement of yours.

"I hope you like my music." You gave him a genuine smile, not like the previous one which was out of courtesy and Rafayel had to admit, you were prettier when your smile reached your eyes. Rafayel knew then he had to have you. He wanted you to sing right beside me, with him. He wanted you to sing for him and only him. How could he let go of the human who could rival him. How could he when he could easily make you his and would do anything to have you.

His integration into your daily life was slow and planned. Occasionally, showing up at your performances. Staying behind just so he could talk with you. At first, you had been cautious and distant, like you would be with any other stranger. You did have a soft spot for handsome, charming men but that didn't mean you would get close with anyone blindly. But Rafayel's hundreds of years of experience was no joke. He slowly made a spot in your life. Meeting up with him after every performance had become a norm. Taking walks, going to convenience store, talking for hours, you had even exchanged phone numbers at one point.

Really, it was all too easy for Rafayel. He had done this thing for ages. It was child's play for him. Charming people, breaking their emotional line of defense and making them give in to him. He could do it even without having to use his alluring voice. Rarely did he have to use his enchanted voice.

While Rafayel was up to no good planning out his next moves like he was in a game of chess, you were pretty much clueless about whatever this ancient siren was planning. That didn't mean you didn't feel something was off.

No matter how well put someone's mask is, they were bound to slip up at times. You were bound to feel that something was off with this charming man. People may call you an overthinker or overly cautious but it was your very gut feeling that had helped you many times.

At the start, there was nothing suspicious about this man. He was a famous opera singer as you got to know later on. Fellow comrades you would say. Knowing that a professional praised you and gave you advice was something you were really happy with. As the amount of time that you spent with him grew, so did your suspicions of his intentions.

"You shouldn't waste your talents like this. I can introduce you to people who will know your worth."

You had refused him almost immediately. You loved what you did because it came with freedom. You may not be a global star but you were happy with performing on streets and interacting with your followers without having to face any media scrutiny. It was then that his mask slipped. Just ever so slightly. A change in his expression but it was hidden beneath his mask again, almost immediately. At first, you thought that maybe you had imagined it but with how things started happening later, you were sure it wasn't your imagination.

Rafayel never had an interest in his human prey. He used to do it for fun. Just for the sake of it. Watching humans fall prey to his charms and voice was always so amusing for him. It had been like that for a long time but then you appeared. Somehow, you had been the only variable that stood in the way of his perfectly crafted schemes. He found it amusing though. Your unpredictability and cautiousness made it all so much more worth it.

You were on your way to Rafayel's studio which he uses to practice his singing. It was a surprise visit. You had brought along his favourite seafood for him. He would always say something along the lines of "I am doing the sea a favour by eating these fat fishes, cutie." Recalling the scene, made you chuckle lightly to yourself. He did have a cute side to himself.

Soon enough, you had reached his studio. You entered the door lock password and entered the studio quietly, wanting to scare Rafayel by jumping on him from behind. But strangely enough, the studio was silent, as if no one was in there.

After looking around for a while, you figured out that Rafayel wasn't here yet. You decided to wait for him and look around the studio. You had yet to explore the whole place, your movement only being limited to his practice room and kitchen, where he would occasionally make you something to eat.

You made your way around, looking through the photos and various ornamental and home decor items kept around. Seriously, how much did he even earn for him to be able to lead such a lavish lifestyle? Just as you were looking at the picture frames hung on the wall, your eyes caught a glimpse of something that was inside the room whose door was slightly ajar.

It wasn't good manners to peep around in the rooms of other people's houses but you were curious. And, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it? You opened the door fully to give yourself a view of the room. Inside were paintings. Dozens of them, each one had a single person on them. You.

You weren't sure how to react to this discovery. Should you be honoured or scared? Your feet took you inside, making you stand right before the largest canvas in the room. It depicted you underwater alongside Rafayel. Your feet bound by what looked like underwater vines while Rafayel floated above you as your hands reached out to him. At first look, anyone would think that he was trying to save you from being dragged into the depths of the sea but looking at it carefully showed how he was encouraging you to be dragged.

It unnerved you. You didn't know Rafayel painted and you certainly didn't know that he had such... Strange tastes. You thought that you should get out of here and ask him later about this through texts but just as you turned around you saw photos laying on the table. Your photos taken from far away in secret. What lay next to it was a document. Your hands picked up the document as an incredulous breath came out of your throat. The document contained your information details. Your daily routine, your lifestyle, your family, your friends, your whole life was in this document.

You hastily turned page after page looking through everything with your body having gone cold. Your nerves were straining to try and keep you calm, this was something you hadn't ever seen before. What was all this? What was this doing here? Why was Rafayel doing this?

You couldn't understand his motives and reason for doing so. The only thing that was on your mind was to get away from this place as far as you could. Your brain is screaming at you to run away from here and so you did. You put down the document, picked up the packet containing the seafood and darted out of there as fast as you could. You needed to make distance between him and you.

Just as you had left the area, Rafayel had already stepped foot into his house from the front door. He entered his studio and made his way inside when he noticed that the room where he painted had its door cracked open. Feeling confused, he went inside and that's when he caught a whiff of your perfume. The same perfume you wore everyday religiously.

You were here, not too long ago. You had seen everything. The paintings and the document. The plan he had orchestrated was falling apart because of you again. The only variable that kept getting in his way. But, he didn't feel any irritation at that moment. No, how could he ever be irritated by you?

He couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh at the moment. He truly found this situation most amusing. You had made your escape without even confronting him. The cat was already out of the bag so why not play along nd tease you a bit? He knew what he had to do.

Every time he sees your face during one of your performances, he barely resists the urge to just nab you all for himself. You always seem to speak so well to others, his thoughts never fail to wander to just grab your jaw and make out to shut you up with how secretly annoyed he was. Every inch of you was prettier than any creature he's seen, wanting to brand you with his name even if it means risking whatever trust you had left in him. He didn't want to make you feel upset but the thought of claiming you for himself doesn't sound half bad at the moment. It was enticing, even. No one should be able to touch you.

No one should be able to see you. No one should be allowed to be near you. You're too perfect, you shouldn't be tainted like that. Everyone else doesn't deserve you. If you had asked to carve a home for you to live in with his family's heart, he would've done it in a heartbeat. Anything for you, anything to make you stay close. You're his, fucking his and only his—

You belong to him. No one else.

"Honestly, cutie, you couldn't make it more enjoyable for me. Your most beloved fan will come right after you no matter where you go~"

[agent-raven]

Okay so this has been on my mind since forever because of the cultural differences between my country and that of LIs (or just the fact that I am completely devoid of any romantic interactions)

LIs with a reader who is from a foreign country, typically a slightly conservative country. Touch between the opposite sexes is not neccessarily a bad thing but overly touchy feely thing was something you had not grown up with. So imagine, going to a foreign country and making friends and you come to think that the people there are just too touchy feely when they get friendly and in general.

Imagine LIs taking a hit because of this because they definitely aren't like that with you just because they are friendly. The lingering touches, tucking back your hair strand behind your ear, rubbing circles with his thumb over your forearm. He wanted to hold your hand but didn't want to get too ahead of himself and was left hanging awkwardly by your side with his hand hovering over yours. Oh God, he just wanted to be with you and be able to touch you properly and respectfully. He was a man in love and you..... You thought that this man was just overly friendly and that fact was enough to wedge in the friendzone in his heart.

When you both do get together, he doesn't miss any to be able to touch you. God had taken mercy on him and he definitely wasn't letting go of this chance ever, amen. He used every chance he could to keep his hands occupied with you and on you. Doing your hair every morning, holding your hands, squishing your cheeks together in cuteness agression, biting down on cheeks and every other part you could imagine, hugging you tightly, running his hand through your hair. You would joke about how he could never keep his hands to himself but clearly, you enjoyed whatever he did.

WE SAY IT TOGETHER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!! A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS!!!

Okay, yeah, I will go now. Thank you for listening to my stupid self.

[agent-raven]

Xavier always thought that you made up for his quietness. As Tara liked to call it, you both were the "Yapper x Listener" couple. He found the term to be quite amusing yet he didn't deny the given label for your relationship. You were the one who did most of the talking in the relationship.

Xavier wasn't a man of few words but he had thought if someone had to point out the one in charge of the conversation most of the times, it would definitely be you. This was one of the many things he liked about you. Your way of talking, your body language, your expressions. The way you sometimes doodled mindlessly while talking. Your every little quirk and behaviour pattern was liked by him. He just loved to observe you while you went on and on about your niche interests. But out of everything, he loved your voice.

Xavier could never get enough of your voice. Your voice had a deliberate cadence while animatedly elaborating an incident and seemed to quicken its pace when you were excited. You slipped on your tongue at times when pronouncing a word that started with s and sh. Your light sighs which sounded breathy when you had been talking for a long time. The way your voice came out in soft pants when he kissed you deeply. The sleepy and raspy morning voice of yours when you woke up late because he had kept you up late at night.

Really, he liked every aspect of you and your voice.

"So when that self-sacrificial squid was finally back, they detained him in a room. Hey, you listening?" You had been doodling again while talking when you decided to look up at him. You found him looking at you with such unmatched gentleness that it made your heart skip a beat.

"I am always listening to you, babe."

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Sylus strode through the dark house leisurely like a predator looking for his prey. The only sound heard throughout the house was your humming coming from the lit kitchen.

Your ears were blocked by the padding of your headphones, listening to songs from the playlist. Sylus spotted you in the kitchen, back turned to him. A move that could prove to be quite fatal.

It happened immediately, giving you no time to react. Sylus had trappped you between his arms and the kitchen counter. He towered over you as your figure was stunned from the sudden entrapment. "Looks like I will have a delicious dinner today." His nose traced up your neck taking in your scent as it clouded his senses. The vanilla in your perfume smelled intoxicating.

"W-what, who are you!? How did you get in!?" You squeaked out.

"That's not exactly important right now, sweetie. But if you wish to know so bad, you had left your door open. I must say, it was a very tempting invitation. How could I ever ignore it. You are quite the careless one, you know?"

You struggled against his grip, trying to free yourself but his hold was strong and had secured you against him. Struggling was futile. His strength overwhelmed yours.

"Shh, don't fight it. It will be over soon, succumb to m-"

"CUT!" Your voice sounded loud in the quiet house. "Cut, cut, cut! What did I tell you about dragging out this part more Sylus?" You sighed for the nth time, taking off your headphones and turning to face him.

"Sweetie, you said to be more tempting."

"Tempting while also dragging out this part, Sylus. Bring out the tension, the heat, the intensity, the predatory vibes."

Sylus also sighed for the nth time rubbing his eyebrows. "Predatory vibes?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "You and your fantasies. When do you even come up with such ideas in your busy schedule? Aren't nurses supposed to have their hands full without any rest?"

Lately, you had wanted to do roleplay with your vampire boyfriend. It was like you were trying to fulfill all those fantasies you used to have while reading those vampire stories as a teenager. Though that phase is long gone, what's wrong with a little roleplay now and then to lighten up the mood and relieve stress.

"Don't ask. That's one of my only means of escape during my nightmarish schedules. Oh, come on! You don't even shine like Edward Cullen so just act out this for me. Pretty please?" You gave him those puppy eyes which he couldn't ever say no to. Not that he ever said no to you.

"You demand too much, sweetie." He trapped you between him and the counter again, leaning into you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a wicked grin on your lips. "And you always give in to my demands."

Sylus's eyes crinkled up, lips forming an adoring smile. "You make it all too easy to adore you like this, sweetie." His fingers pushed back a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"Then you better make sure to act out your part well, Mr. Sylus."

Should I make a long fic for this idea? Please do tell me in the comments!

[agent-raven]

black swan

Pairings: Rafayel x artist!reader

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artist!reader who was a known name around the art community in Linkon and around the world with her soulful paintings. Paintings sold at high prices and in high demand. That was until Rafayel showed up.

artist!reader whose work and techniques were constantly compared with Rafayel, the genius artist whose paintings brought out profound feelings from the viewers. The art critics, always favouring Rafayel, saying how his paintings were much more impactful than yours.

artist!reader who feels incredulous at the fact that the merry appearance of another artist all of a sudden has turned years of hardwork into nothing. The same people who praised your paintings, now criticized them for small things. Always saying how Rafayel is much better in every aspect. How he pulls out emotions from people's hearts. How he was much more superior than you.

artist!reader who tried to ignore the criticisms at first. Maybe if you tried to do things a bit differently then you would be back in the spotlight. Maybe then everyone would adore your paintings again.

artist!reader who feels herself slipping more and more into that dark hole of obsession. What was so good about his paintings? Why weren't you the one being praised? What were your paintings missing? WHAT WAS IT THAT MADE HIM SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU?

artist!reader who constantly feels that she is inferior to Rafayel. It was driving you crazy. Sleepless nights trying to perfect your art. Every waking moment spent frantically thrashing your paintings because they weren't good enough. You weren't good enough. Angry tears spilt from your eyes. This isn't right, you thought as you tried fixing the painting again.

artist!reader who goes to one of Rafayel's exhibitions again but this time with a mask and cap on, trying to stay out of his sight. You were walking around trying to find the center piece for today's exhibition when you came across a painting. The painting depicted beautiful ruins under the ocean. Lemuria, you thought to yourself. You wanted to move on and look for the other painting but your eyes were stuck on this one. The play with the lighting, the way the water seemed to sparkle ever so slightly, the old, withered ruins that seemed to weep because of how no one could see them anymore, the different shades of blue mixing together cohesively to form this ethereal painting. You were mesmerized by it, your brain trying to etch every single bit of the painting in your mind.

artist!reader who didn't realise that there was another presence beside her now. "You seem to be too awestruck with my painting." You snapped out of your thoughts looking up beside you to see Rafayel. You turned your head back immediately trying to cover your face with the cap. "Y-yeah, uhh, I have to go now..." You practically sprinted out of the exhibition hall. You didn't want to see him. Didn't want him to see you looking like a mess because of your feelings of jealousy and awe towards him.

artist!reader who went back to her studio and immediately started working on an art piece. Rafayel didn't see you as a competition. He was there, painting what he liked. He painted for himself and that made you so angry. How was he so unbothered with everything while you felt miserable here? Why did only you feel such strong ugly feelings towards him? Why did only you see him as competition? You projected every feeling of yours towards Rafayel in the painting. The respect you felt for him. The envy you felt towards him. The calmness you felt after seeing his painting. Admiration, listlessness, frustration, anger. Everything you had ever felt towards him, all in one painting.

artist!reader who had the painting displayed among many of her other paintings in her next exhibition. But this painting, titled "Catharsis", remained the center of attraction throughout your whole exhibition. You were the spotlight again. Everyone praised you telling you how full of emotions it felt. How it invoked strong feelings in them. You felt on cloud nine from all the compliments you received but then you saw him.

Rafayel, standing in front of your painting, observing it. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was looking at the painting which you had made after him. He felt your gaze and turned to look at you and that's when it hit you. That look in his eyes. He knew what the painting was about. It felt like you had been punched in your guts. You excused yourself, briskly walking towards the washroom. You wanted to escape that gaze which seemed to see through your entirety. You washed your face with water and looked up at your reflection in the mirror. You could see the eyebags which your makeup had not been able to hide. The crazed look in your eyes. You looked miserable. Were you truly happy receiving compliments over a painting made with your ugly feelings? You felt sick and nauseous.

Rafayel knew how you felt towards him and it embarrassed you so much. You couldn't believe that you had let your obsession over perfection take over your passion for art. Your obsession to outrun him and make him notice you. You had forgotten the sweet feeling of completing a painting and admiring it. You had forgotten how it felt to work without feeling anxiety within you. The need to perfect the painting. You only had one sole outlet for your feelings. Rafayel. And you let yourself get angry with him. How could you let your rationality be clouded? You couldn't let this ugly charade go on for any longer.

artist!reader who slowly learned how to enjoy art and the process of making it again. You couldn't let go of your art so easily and so you took a break from the art industry, focusing on yourself and your art. You had realized that the whole spiral of wanting to get better could easily turn into a disaster. People in the community talked about you and your fall from stardom but did you care anymore? It had been difficult at the start but you slowly came to terms with it. You wanted your peace back again.

During your break, you had somehow become close acquaintances with Rafayel. You met him one day when out on your excursion to find inspiration. You were still trying to recover from what had happened. You still had a lot of feelings to sort out and you didn't want to meet him again in this state of mind. But Rafayel made it easy to let go of whatever you felt and embrace yourself again. He understood your feelings and situation. He wasn't angry at you or felt disgusted by your feelings. He knew how people could lose themselves in the things they worshipped. He didn't judge you and it made you relieved.

Rafayel who in his own small ways helped you distress. Picking seashells on the beachside and learning how to make pigments from them. Sitting by the beach and listening to the ocean. Painting together in silence and complimenting each other's painting and giving advice. You felt like you had developed some kind of comradeship with him and it made you feel happy. It wasn't so bad after all, to get to know him. You enjoyed being around him and felt the same calmness which you had felt when you had seen his painting.

artist!reader who came back to the art scene months later with new paintings which were highly anticipated. The critics started their comparisons again but now you didn't care about it. You had found your peace with the same person who was once the cause of your restlessness.

artist!reader who didn't hate Rafayel anymore but felt something akin to liking and Rafayel who felt the same. You both had found your peace in each other and that's all that matters anymore.

[agent-raven]

So I woke up to a rather delightful sight today morning and I would like you all to experience the sight with me as well.

...... Yeah... I spot you all. Hoyo was for some reason (Bless that reason) Very nice to give us this early Christmas present. The new CN MR event Sweetheart's gift conveys what it wants to with its title and cards. They ARE the gifts.

Luke looks so innocent like a puppy, he just wants to be a good boy. Artem looks damn good and hot with his disheveled state, kind of confused but excited for what's about to happen and is happening. On the other hand, our Dr. Richter looks so calm and composed, looking at us with the all knowing going in his eyes beckoning us to come forward and do whatever we want with him. And Marius... Oh God... Marius von Hagen. The things he does to me... The disheveled state, the mischievous look in his eyes and the god damn smug in his lips.

Uhm, my emotions went a bit rampant there but other than the gifts, I also love the decorations and aesthetic here. The Christmas vibe can totally be felt from the cards. Not to mention the cute, small things we have in the cards like Santa hat hair clip on Luke or the ring on Vyn'd finger which has a V on it or Marius' Christmas themed earrings. I love it all and it's very difficult to choose which one ml I should go for.

Nonetheless all those playing CN server, I wish you all luck! Happy Holidays guys!

[agent-raven]

Sooooo, Vyn does things to me and I am finally back to posting some stuff. Blame uni for me not posting but anyways! We are here today to talk about Vyn GOD DAMN HOT Richter.

The moment I start thinking he can't be prettier HOYO PROVES ME WRONG. Sorry for being so aggressive but this man is so cute and pretty and handsome at the same time. I was fangirling so hard over this. Vyn with messy hair is love✨

Did I mention this has the same SSS system as the 3rd anniv? If no then there you go. I have no hope of getting so many copies of this card but let's hope Lady Luck shows some mercy on me. The interactions are to die for so good luck to everyone pulling! May all the odds be in your favour.

[agent-raven]

I am going absolutely feral over the reveal of new CN cards for third anniversary. Let me reveal it to you all. You all might scream.

Not Marius manspreading. Luke is handcuffed. Vyn is being backed up on his piano and Artem is being a baby girl. sigh HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR WHEN THEY LOOK LIKE THIS. At this point Ho yo is just testing our patience. The invitations are so damn good like look at these.

They will have me broke next year.

I didn't expect the third anniversary to be centered around home planning but it's such a welcome idea. It went from wholesome to straight up sensual. Now if all are still sane after seeing this, congratulations because I wasn't and still am not. I wish all the players pulling for them in cn server best of luck and strength to all us global players since it's going to be a tough year waiting while knowing about these cards.