I was once again attacked by Ever. Or at least I assume it was Ever. I still dont fully know what is going on. Too much stuff has been happening and im tired.
Anyways, back to the point, I was attacked. By a Gender changing evol. Gender bending evol? Gender switching? I'm now a man.
And until the hunter's association figures out how to change me back, I'm locked inside my apartment. Hiding away. Specifically hiding away from Sylas.
I don't know how he'd react. But on the slightest chance that he'd be unattracted to me, i refuse to see him. I'm too overwhelmed and emotionally vulnerable curiously to even entertain the idea that Sylus wont kiss me like this.
But of course, Sylas couldn't care less about my attempts at hiding. That man only never listens to me when I say not to see me.
So I tried to lock the door and close the curtains. Hoping it works against mechanical birds so Mephisto can't rat me out and show Sylas what I've changed into.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door and I go completely still. Hoping, if I dont move or breathe, he'll leave.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Loving to remind me that he's a criminal with no care for the law, I see the red and black mist of his evol transport him into my room through the keyhole. And just like that, a 6 foot something man is right in front of me.
I clear my throat. "... Hey."
Sylas raises his brow and leans his down to my level. "... Sweetie?"
I scoff. "Sweetie? Who's that? Im... Caleb."
Sylas tilts his head with the slightest quirk of his lips. "Ah, yes. My beloved's dead brother who turned out to be alive."
"Exactly. Who are you?" I ask. Trying my best to appear casual.
"Sylas." He answers, obviously just entertaining my lie for his amusement. "Your sister's boyfriend."
"Oh! You're her boyfriend. Sorry, she's not here-"
"Yes, im her boyfriend and her... what's it called? Baby daddy?"
I choke on my own spit. "What!?"
"Yes. We have 3 children together." Sylas clarifies.
I blink for a moment as my brain processes what's going on.
Finally I groan and cover my face with my hands. "The twins and the damn bird?" I ask.
"Oh? I didn't know your sister told you so much about our little family." He muses with a light tilt to his head.
"Sylus, stop playing around." I sigh as I drop my hands.
"Playing? I have no idea what you mea-"
"I know you know who i am." I huff as I cross my arms over my chest.
Sylus hums and steps closer leaning down towards me, pretending to study my face.
"Kitten? The owner of my love, life, and soul? Yes, I do." He agrees casually.
I step back and gesture to myself. "Well?"
Sylus raises a brow. "Well what?"
"Youre not going to comment on it?" I ask as I gesture to my body. Especially to my crotch area, which makes Sylus smirk in amusement.
"Is this why you've been hiding from me?" He asks bluntly.
"Don't make fun of me, im emotionally vulnerable right now." I retort immediately.
Sylus' face softens almost imperceptibly. "I wasnt planning on it, kitten." He reassures.
He steps closer once more and slowly reaches his hands up. When he notices the lack of flight from me, he gently cups my cheeks.
He guides my head to move around as he studies my face.
"Hm... You look the same." He finally says.
I flinch my head back and look at him incredulously. "Excuse you! Are you saying i always look like a man!?"
Sylus clicks his tongue and grabs my face once more. A bit firmer now to discourage any escape.
"That's not what I meant. Sure your features are sharper and more angular, but your... essence is the same." He tries to explain.
"Essance?" I repeat in confusion.
Sylus thinks for a moment as his thumbs trace my features. "How do you and the twins say it?... Your... vibe?"
I can't help the snort that escapes me. "Yeah."
"Your vibe is the same. You still look at me with the same lack of fear only you can possess-"
"And the twins." I inturrupt.
"And the twins possess." He nods with a reluctant smile. "But you hold it differently than they do. They are fearless in the way a child blindly trusts a guardian. But you are fearless in a way that only someone with too much audacity and severe lack of self-preservation can."
I pout and swat at his chest, making him chuckle.
"It also helps that I love you. So that helps the lack of fear." I defend myself. "And i have self-preservation! I just know deep deeeeep in my bones that you would never hurt me."
His face softens noticeably now and he kisses my forehead. "Which is something only you know. Which is why only you can look me in the eyes. Not even a shape shifter who turns into you would be able to."
Unable to help myself, im a bit disappointed by the forehead kiss. Why the forehead? That's a bit non-intimate, I feel. Not even the cheek which is closer to the lips? I knew he hated me as a man. Which is understandable, cant help what you like and dont. If I could I would be lesbian, but unfortunately I like men. Sylus makes that fact less unfortunate thou- im getting distracted. I shouldn't be upset by a forehead kiss. I normally love them. They're cute.
Goodness, I'm being needy, how annoyi-
My thoughts are cut off by feeling my head be guided upwards by the hands on my cheeks.
I blink, coming back to the present as i look up at Sylus to see him looking down at me with quiet worry.
"What's wrong?" Sylus asks.
"I'm a man." I answer, as if it's obvious. Which I personally feel is.
Sylus hums in understanding. "And you feel uncomfortable. Whats it called? Gender dysphoria?"
I nod at the question before shaking my head. "Yeah, gender dysphoria. But no, not what I meant. I mean, yeah, weird being a man. But I know it's temporary, so I cant feel that mad about it. I also havent really truly processed it yet, if I'm to be honest. And the idea of being able to pee while standing is fun. Always wanted to know how that worked. But-uhm, thats not the main issue."
Sylus raises a brow, silently coaxing me to continue.
"You're not attracted to me." I end up blurting out.
It's Sylus' turn to look down at me incredulously.
"... Do you know who youre talking to right now?" Sylus asks.
I huff and reach up to try and remove his hands from my face, but his firm yet gentle grips unallows me.
"Yes, I do. My amazing lover. But you've only ever been with women. And made no indication that youre attracted to men too. And im currently a man. So I feel it's safe to assume you dont currently like me-"
Sylus finally removes his hands from my cheeks, just to place one on my mouth and the other on my hip.
"My soul, I've never been with anyone before you, period. It has nothing to do with my attraction to one gender over the other. It has everything to do with my attraction to you. You are my sole purpose for breathing. And that will never change. The fact that you happend to be reincarnated as a woman again was by pure chance. I was wholeheartedly willing to continue to pursue you, even if you were to reincarnate as a man."
I blink in surprise as i see the sincerity in his eyes.
"... I'm not ugly?" I can't help but ask.
Sylus chuckles. "I dont think that's even within your capabilities."
"You're not disgusted by the idea of kissing me as a man?"
"I will never be disgusted by the idea of kissing you. No."
My eyes grow watery and the corner of my lips tip down. "I'm sorry." I mutter as i wipe my eyes.
Sylus' hands move to pick me up and carry me to the couch where he sits me on his couch. "You have no need to apologize."
"I've been having an emotional/stressful week and I think it's finally getting to me." I explain as I cover my eyes with my hands.
Sylus removes my hands and wipes my eyes for me. The tears dont dare spill over but the bastards are teasing the edge of my waterline.
"Understandably so. You've gone through a lot." He says, voice low and comforting.
"Not even. This is incredibly tame. I've gone through worse." I stubbornly argue.
"But you've never gone through this." He retorts. "This is new. Being in, what feels like, a different and new body can be disorienting. And different genders go through different hormones, you're getting used to this one."
I sniffle and drop my head on his shoulder. "Im tired."
"We can take a nap." Sylus offers.
"Together?" I ask, unnecessarily hopeful.
"Of course." Sylus answers. "I dont mind. It's still too early for me to be awake anyways."
I snort at the idea of him being nocturnal.
I suddenly realize something and freeze.
Feeling me tense in his arms, Sylus looks down at me worridley. "What's wrong."
"Sylus... I need to pee." I whisper, like a secret not even the ghosts are allowed to hear.
"Okay? Go ahead then?" Sylus says as he begins unwrapping his arms around me.
I quilt shake my head. "Sylus! I've never peed with a penis before! What do i do!?"
Unable to stop himself, Sylus lets out a loud laugh.
"Sylus! Im being serious! What if i miss! I heard thats common for guys!" I exclaim as I smack his chest.
Sylus finally breathes and gets up, guiding me off his lap first. "Alright, alright... I'll help."
I perk up at that. "Youre gonna hold it while i pee?" I ask.
Not even waiting for his response, nor caring for it, I skip away to the bathroom. "How romantic. Let's go."
I havent touched lads in MONTHS. I finally went to see what all the hype about ao3 was and got drop kicked down a rabbit hole of EVERYTHING.
But I temporarily ran out of things to read, so im back. 😌
Also, I have no many crossovers in mind. Like Batman and Lads. Red Hood and Sylus, crime boss rivals? Dr.Zayne helping guide Damien on the path to being a doctor? Damien gushing (in his broody way) about Rafayel's art? Reader dating one of the boys and the entire batfam finds out because theyre stalkers? The possibilities.
Will i ever do it? Probably not, unless im feeling particularly generous with myself and my writing abilities. But the ideas are cool.
Anyways, time to scavenge through my drafts to see if there's anything good past me wrote ideas for.
"XAVIEEEER!" I call out as I break into his apartment, unannounced. With his spare key, since im kind.
I walk inside to find him with a towel on his head, sweaty and obviously having just worked out. But, more importantly, he's wearing a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.
"Hmm? Oh, hello, starlight." He greets casually with a soft smile. Used to my abrupt appearances by now.
"A compression shirt and grey sweatpants? Crazy. Who are you slutting yourself out for?" I joke as i watch him dry his neck with the towel.
His ears grow pink before a small mischievous smile slips onto his lips. "Who else? You."
I roll my eyes. "Ha Ha, very funn-"
"Im not joking." He inturrupts.
I pause and stare at him. "... For real?"
He grins slowly. "For real."
My brain is malfunctioning. This wasn't the scene I predicted before entering his apartment. He went of script and now i dont know what to do.
"... I dont know how to react to this. So I shall leave, good day." I declare as I spin around and attempt to walk away.
Xavier laughs and quickly catches up, an arm snaking around my waist. "Come on. Didn't you come here for a reason? Did you need to tell me something?"
I huff as I look uo at him. "First, take a shower. You stink."
"Would you like to joi-"
I cover his mouth with my hand before he can finish that sentence. "No, pervert."
His giggles are muffled behind my hand until I release him. "Alright, but tell me what you came for first."
"... Honestly?"
He nods.
I sigh dramatically. "Honestly, I have no clue. My brain had to do a system reboot. So I forgot."
Xavier tilts his head. "System reboot?"
"Yes. It was malfunctioning, so i had to reboot." I explain.
"... Sometimes, you make me think you're a cyborg." He smiles.
"A hot one? Like Android 16?" I ask before thinking. "Wait, no. That's the wrong number. Hold on."
I grab my phone and do a quick Google search. "Like Android 18?" I correct myself.
Xavier smiles in confusion. "I have no clue who that is. But im going to say yes."
I nod. "If i was an android, would I be a like Nebula from guardians of the galaxy, Android 18 from Dragon Ball Z, or like Alita from Battle Angel?"
I watch him blink. "... I have no clue who any of those people are."
I sigh in faux exasperation. "We need to have more movie nights-"
"I agree." He says quickly.
"-Although, technically. I've never actually watched Dragon Ball Z. I've just seen clips and stuff. But I heard Android 18 was hot and kicks ass. And how everyone calls her husband the strongest/most powerful man alive, because he was able to marry her." I ramble.
"Then you'd be android 18." Xavier concludes before a grin slips onto his lips. "And later, I'll be your husband who everyone thinks is the best just for marrying you."
I huff with warm cheeks. "You're awfully flirty today."
"Am I?" He hums thoughtfully. "I'm just speaking the truth."
"Earlier, you said you were slutting yourself out for me." I remind him.
"And i am." He confirms. He places a hand on one of his pecs. "You think i would wear this naturally? In my own home? No, I wear this because I know you like these types of clothes, and because you're always barging in."
My eyes naturally flicker down to follow his hand which moves onto his chest before quickly refocusing on his eyes.
Yet he still caught that small second, and his grin widened. "Did i do good?"
"For your planned outfit?" I ask.
He nods.
I sigh as I tilt my head thoughtfully. "Depends, are you looking for a reward?"
He hums in thought, his eyes slowly moving down my body before looking back up. "I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. But I also wouldnt mind if you don't give me one, as long as you take a sleep with me today."
I raise a brow at his last sentence.
"Actual sleep." He quickly clarifies. "Like, Honk shoo Honk shoo."
I can't help but laugh at his attempt at snoring.
"Alright, sure. But you still need a shower."
He sighs in defeat. "Damn, I was hoping you'd forget."
"Nasty."
Xavier pouts. "I thought most girls liked when their man was all sweaty."
"Sure, some. But youre all sticky and smelly. From a distance? Sure, youre hot. Close up? No, ew."
Xavier laughs at that. "Fine. I'll shower. But youre joining me. Im sore and need help scrubbing my back."
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "Youre lying."
He smiles and tilts his head. "Am I?"
"... Yes." I mumble, suddenly unsure.
Xavier chuckles. "Come on, you can steal some of my clothes to change into."
I immediately jump into his closet.
"No stealing my white hoodie."
"You hate me." I declare.
"I'm hopelessly in love with you." He corrects.
I grumble as I grab his black hoodie. "Yet you dont let me use your white hoodie? Doesnt feel like love to me."
He chuckles. "I need it for a mission in a couple days. And if you take it now, I won't see it till next month."
My brows furrow in confusion on why he'd need a specific hoodie for a mission, but i dont care enough to ask.
"Fine, whatever. I'll just wear this one." I grumble as I take his hoodie and some other spare clothes.
"I'll make it up to you." He promises as he kisses the top of my head.
"It's just a hoodie, im fine." I reassure, waving him off.
Xavier hums as he kisses my head a couple more times.
"... You're being needy today." I point out.
Xavier's arms wrap around me as he sighs against my hair. "I havent seen you in a whole 3 days. I've been deprived."
"Your next mission is going to be 2 weeks long." I remind him.
He only groans in response. "I'm going to teleport over during my breaks."
"No, you're not. You need to save your energy." I scold.
"I have more than enough energy." Xavier argues.
"Yet you're constantly napping." I retort.
"... It's my hobby." He mumbles.
"Right. Either way, no teleporting." I conclude.
Xavier sighs. "Fine. But you better not accept any of Charles' handouts while im away."
"His name is -" I cut myself off as he moves his head back to narrow his eyes at me.
"Yes, sir. I shall not even be in the same room as the man, sir!" I exclaim like a soldier as i salute.
Xavier chuckles and kisses my forehead again.
"Good, let's go shower now. For real this time." He says as he gently guides me along by my waist.
"Do you still have my-"
"Yes, I still have your soaps, scrubs, conditioner, and masks in my shower." Xavier answers.
"If I was a lemurian, what color would my tail be?" I ask randomly.
Rafayel immediately jolted up from his laying position. As if hes thought about this question for years.
"Opal." He answers instantly.
"Opal?" I repeat.
"Opal." He nods.
"The jewel that's mainly white but has like a rainbow type sheen to it?" I ask.
"Yes." He answers. "Opal suits you perfectly. You would be the ocean's jewel. My jewel. And you'd wear pearls and shells. My pearls, of course, you deserve nothing but the best. And you'd glow, iridescent, a rainbow following your every move."
"You couldn't figure out a specific color for me, so you chose every one of them?" I ask with an amused smile.
He scoffs. "There is not one color that suits you better than the other. I've thought of you in every color tail, and you look just as gorgeous as the last. So, of course, that means you deserve them all."
I hum and lay my head on his lap. "Would it even match my skin tone-"
"Of course it would." Rafayel cuts me off. "It's mainly white. White goes with every color. And even then, your veins and blood would change the tone of the colors underneath the white, so the rainbow like sheen would still match your skin tone."
I feel Rafayel's hands start to braid my hair. Or at least attempt to. He's trying his best, and that's what matters.
"If I was a Lemurian, do you think it would've been easier for you to fall for me?" I ask, my mouth moving before I can stop it.
His hands freeze in my hair. "It was easy to fall in love with you now as a human."
"Well, alright. But i meant, would you feel less guilty for loving me if I was a Lemurian?" I try to clarify.
It's known news that Rafayel has a great distaste for humans, especially for what they've done to his people.
Rafayel frowns and cups my cheeks, slouching down a bit closer to my face.
"You think i feel guilty for loving you? And because you're human?" He asks weakly, as if the mere thought pains him.
I instinctively avoid eye contact. Suddenly, very intrigued by the ocean paintings on the wall.
"I... just... think that maybe you dislike that you've fallen for a human. I dont know, it's stupid, please forget-"
"Nono, I won't forget it. I made you believe I feel guilty for loving you." He quickly inturrupts.
His hands leave my face and move underneath my body to lift me up, now sitting me on his lap.
"I have never disliked the idea of loving you. I have never resented you for being human. Nor have I ever wished you were anything other than what you are. The only reason why I've thought about you as a lemurian is because of that one time you told me about how you played mermaids as a kid. That's it." He says seriously. As if trying to replace all negative thoughts with his words in my mind.
"If I ever were to feel guilty for loving you, it'd be because I think you being with me would be of harm to you." Rafayel confesses.
My head immediately flinches back incredulously, making him chuckle.
"It's true. Im not as good as you believe me to be. I'm very selfish and spoiled, I'm used to being adored. I throw out what I dont like and take what I do. And, unfortunately for you, you're what I want the most in this world. Universe even. So even if you don't like it, you're mine. Even on the possibility that yohr love for me might hurt you, i can'thelp but keep you with me."
"I do like it." I scoff. "Never once have i felt trapped with you. If anything, you're expanding my world instead of shrinking it. And, also, I love you, which is why i stay with you willingly."
Rafayel's soft laughter sings in my ears. "And every day im grateful to have been gifted your love. No matter what that might bring."
"You make it sound as if we're doomed." I point out as I poke his forehead.
Rafayel's hands grip my hips. "No, we're not. I'll make sure we have our happy ending. Don't worry."
We're currently on a date that he planned. It started with breakfast at our favorite café, then the arcade, then the mall, and now we're at the woods having a picnic with the Wisteria trees. And of course he paid for everything and was the one who cooked the snacks.
I gasp. "I knew it. I always had that lingering feeling."
Rafayel nods solemnly. "I married you for your papers.
I laugh loudly at that. "My papers!?"
He struggles to hide his grin. "Yeah, I'm Lemurian. I wasn't born in Linkon. I needed your papers."
"Wait, that makes so much sense, actually." I gasp once more as I actually think about it.
He rolls his eyes and tosses Wisteria petals at me. "I'm lying... I faked my papers. I was legal before we were married."
"Wait, really!?" I ask in disbelief.
"I wasn't exactly born in a human hospital. And didn't enter the human world until later. So obviously, I had to fake some documents." Rafayel explains, amused by my reactions.
"Im married to a criminal." I whisper dramatically.
"You already knew that part." Rafayel snorts.
"Ah, right. I forgot you're wanted in the N109 Zone." I hum. "Do you count as a criminal if the ones who are looking for you are criminals. But the cops and government stuff have no criminal records of you?"
Rafayel tilts his head. "Isn't this a question you would know?"
"Just because im a Hunter doesn't mean I know everything about the law." I point out. "I kill wanderers for a living. I dont do much of the criminal catching stuff."
"Would you take me in if I was a criminal legally?" Rafayel asks.
"I would never." I answer immediately. "Unlike you, I actually married you because I loved you."
"LoveD? Not lovE? Past tense? I knew it. You dont love me anymore. Is it because I accidentally drew on you with a permanent marker a couple of times? In my defense, you always looked so pretty with my ink. Or is it because I hate cats-"
"Rafayel, I still love you! Shut up!" I inturrupt as I cover his mouth with my hands.
He grabs my wrists and gently removes them from his mouth, instead guiding them to cup his cheeks as he pouts. "Are you sure?"
"Last I checked." I nod.
"When was the last time you checked?" He asks.
"Uh, a minute ago?"
"Check again."
I pretend to think for a moment. "Yup, still love you."
"Good." He says before tugging my hands behind him to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms wrapping around my waist. "You're stuck with me either way. So it's better if you love me."
"Do you love me?" I repeat.
Rafayel sighs dramatically and drops his forehead against mind. "Do I love you?" He repeats.
He stares into my eyes silently for a moment. "I do." He finally answers. "Even after the ocean dries up and the stars fall from the sky, I'll love you."
Guys, my brain wants to only write about Rafayel ( i love him so much), but whenever I see that there's an uneven amount of him compared to Sylus, I get annoyed.
I feel the underlying need to have equal amounts of both. But the writer brain says only Rafayel.
This is based off of an side story in an old otome game I played called 'Proposed By a Demon Lord'. Seeing the chibi versions of the lads made me think of the side story 'Demons vs. Cannerians. So obviously I needed to write about it.
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I wake up with a clingy Rafayel wrapped around me from behind. I yawn before suddenly hearing raddling.
I flinch and jolt up. Looking around for the cause of the noise, accidentally waking up Rafayel.
"Cutie? What's wrong? Nightmare?" He mumbles as he rubs the sleep out of his eye.
I find the can on our headrest shaking around and I gasp.
"Raf, look! It's actually working!" I exclaim as I shake him.
He groans as i shake him, and his hands grab my wrist. "What's working?"
"Remember that pretty can we got from that weird old lady at the farmer's market yesterday?" I ask.
"The one who i said looked like an old sea witch?" Rafayel asks as he yawns and sits up.
"Yeah, her. Anyways, do you remember what she said about the can?"
Rafayel thinks for a moment. "... It's too early to think."
I huff. "She said that if you sleep with this can above your head for the whole night, you'll wake up with a Cannerian who resembles your lover."
A slow grin slips onto Rafayel's lips. "Oh? You love me so much you want to a mini version of me?"
He leans closer. "If you wanted one so bad, we could've just-"
We hear loud tapping in the can. "Hello!? If you're done talking, can you please help me out!?"
I gasp at the cute tint voice that resembles Rafayel.
I quickly, and gently, pick up the can and easily peel it. Immediately out comes a small purple haired boy with blue pink eyes and a large pout on his lips.
"I was trapped for so long! 800 years! Jellyfish are walking naked! Sea turtles climb trees! Sharks are eating grass for free! And finally you decide to free me!" Mini Raf shouts dramatically.
Rafayel looks at the tiny him incredulously while I giggle.
"Oh my god, he is you!" I exclaim.
"Me? I'm not that dramatic." Rafayel scoffs.
"Honey, I'm 98% sure that was a direct quote from you." I retort.
"Whatever. What are you?" Rafayel huffs as he pokes the mini him.
"Owowow! Gentle!" Mini Raf cries out.
I gasp and cradle Mini Raf to my chest. "Honey, be gentle."
"I barely touched him!" Rafayel defends himself in disbelief.
"Maybe for you. But he's tiny, so obviously he's more sensitive." I explain patiently.
Oblivious to Mini Raf purposely leaning against my chest and sticking his tongue out at Rafayel. Rafayel can only look between the two of us in disbelief.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Who are you?" Rafayel repeats without poking this time.
"Im Rafayel Qi. The current sea god of Lemuria." Mini Raf answers confidently.
"Wrong, that's me." Rafayel argues.
"I'm you." Mini Raf points out.
Rafayel narrows his eyes. "Cutie, I dont like this. Throw him back to where he came from."
I huff and gently place Mini Raf on the pillow. "He's staying for..." I trail off as I forget the time limit.
"12 hours." Mini Raf finishes for me.
"12 hours!?" Rafayel shouts.
I ignore Rafayel's distress as I feel Mini Raf try and fail to climb onto my lap.
I gently pick him up again and hold him on my palm. "Oh! We should all go somewhere fun!"
"The beach?" Both Rafayel and Mini Raf asks.
I sigh. "Wasn't what I had in mind. But that works too."
I suddenly jolt up, making both Rafayels flinch. Mini Raf had to hold onto my thumb as to not fall off my hands.
"Oh my god! We gotta give Mini Raf mini swimming trunks!" I gasp in excitement.
"I dont need swimming trunks." Raf says.
I blink in confusion and look down at him. "Huh? Why not? Are you just going to wear your normal clothes?"
Mini Raf shakes his head. "I can just turn into my lemurian form. Use my tail."
Rafayel raises a brow. "You have a lemurian form?"
Mini Raf scoffs. "Duhh. Im a lemuriaann."
"Don't sass me, you brat." Rafayel pokes at Mini Raf's head again.
"Ahhh! Owow! Cutie! He's bullying me!" Mini Raf shouts as he hugs my thumb tightly.
I cup Mini Raf in my hands and narrow my eyes at Rafayel. "Honey! Don't be mean! Or else I'm leaving to the beach with only mini Raf."
Rafayel is left agape at my threat. "What!? You're taking his side!?"
"He already said earlier to be gentle." I point out.
Rafayel is left frozen in shock for a moment before finally composing himself.
"Alright. Fine. Let's go to the beach." Rafayel grumbles with a large pout.
"After breakfast." I remind them both.
"After breakfast." They both repeat with a nod.
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We all ate and waited at least 30 minutes before finally heading off to the beach. Which is basically Rafayel's backyard.
Mini Raf is sitting on my shoulder, his tiny hand leaning against my neck for support. I thought it would tickle at first, but it surprisingly doesn't.
"Alright. We're here." Rafayel grins as he takes off his sandles.
"The water looks like it's gonna be super cold." I grumble quietly to myself.
"Don't worry, cutie. I'll warm you up." Mini Raf reassures with a flirty wink.
"Excuse me. If anyone will be warming up my bride, it will be me!" Rafayel shouts.
I giggle at their arguing. "I'll be fine. Thank you, you two."
I slowly step into the water and flinch at the temperature. "Goodness, it's freezing."
"Wait! Cutie, bring me up." Mini Raf requests as he pats my neck.
Curious, I hold my hand up to my shoulder so he can hop up before bringing him up close to my face.
Suddenly I feel a small peck on my lips, as if being kissed by a tiny bird.
I blink in surprise, and Rafayel quickly zoomed up and picked Mini Raf up by his collar away from me.
"There! Now she can breathe under water too!" Mini Raf grins proudly.
"Hey! Those lips are mine only!" Rafayel hisses.
"Im you. So it's fine." Mini Raf points out smugly.
"Cutie, please let me punt this kid into the trenches-"
"No." I answer firmly.
Rafayel pouts before grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me deeply.
"There, now we know for sure that you can breathe." He kisses me once more. "And now we know who's the better kisser. Yeah?"
"What!? You're basically swallowing her! Im obviously the better kisser!" Mini Raf shouts as he kicks his feet, still dangling from his collar.
"Nope. You see that flushed look on her face. She definitely didn't have that when you kissed her. Shorty." Rafayel argues smugly.
I sigh and cover my face with my hands in embarrassment. "Whatever. Let's go already!" I exclaim as I jump into the water. Trying my best to get accustomed to the cold water all at once.
The moment I'm enveloped in the freezing water, I frantically look around for my Rafayels.
I hear a splash and i see Rafayel swimming towards me with a Mini Raf holding onto his hair.
I swim into Rafayel's arms. "It's so cold!"
Rafayel laughs and kisses my forehead while Mini Raf swims onto my head.
"Alright, give us a second, and we'll warm you up, okay?" Rafayel says before swimming back a bit. Not without taking Mini Raf off of me first, of course.
I watch in awe as Rafayel transforms into his Lemurian form. Mini Raf right beside him doing the same.
Normally, I woukd fuss over Rafayel immediately, but i seem to be distracted today.
I quickly swim over and scoop uo mini Raf. "Oh my gods, he so cute! Look at youuu! Little tail! Ahh! So cute and coloeful! I can just eat you up in one bite!"
Mini Raf yelps and pushes at my cheek when I talk about eating him.
I feel a large tail wraps around my legs and pull me back into Rafayel's chest and arms wrap around me. "Uh, hello? What about my tail?"
I laugh and kiss his cheek. "Beautiful, my love. I become mesmerized every time I see it as if it's the first."
Rafayel grumbles as he holds me tighter.
"She likes my tail more." Mini Raf instigated.
"She does not! She merely called you cute. But she said im mesmerizing." Rafayel retorts.
I sigh as the two begin to argue around me again. Somehow, I did not expect this when I thought of two Rafayels.
Although Rafayel is an incredibly jealous man, so i should've anticipated this.
"Oh! A pretty seashell!" I pretend to gasp excitedly as I swim down to the seashells floor.
"Careful, cutie." Mini Raf warns as he and big him follows.
"There could be someone living inside the conch shell." Rafayel adds.
I hum and merely lay beside the shell and squint. Checking for life within the shell from the outside.
"I like the colors." I say as I admire the pink shell.
"You've been liking pink more and more these days, huh?" Rafayel points out with a smile.
"Understandable, she is pink." Mini Raf nods.
Rafayel nods as well. "Well, that's one of the colors she is."
"The biggest one." Mini Raf adds.
Rafayel scoffs. "It is not. If anything, she's more of a yellow or red."
"Yellow or red!? While they may represent her a little, I'd say pink-"
"I wanna see the coral reefs." I declare. Interrupting the two.
The two Rafayel's look over.
"Alright. You know the rules, right?" Rafayel asks as he grabs my hand and guides me down to the reefs.
I grab Mini Raf and hold him against my chest so the current doesn't push him away, and so he doesnt need to struggle to keep up with Rafayel's fast swimming.
"Of course I do." I huff. "We go often enough so I know what to do as to not disrupt the ecosystem."
Rafayel smiles. "Good." He says before noticing Mini Raf is against my chest again.
"Do you have to hold him like that?" He grumbles.
"I fear he'd be left behind otherwise." I answer.
"You can have him on your shoulder or something." Rafayel points out.
"But what if he falls off or something!" I retort.
"Yeah, what if i fall off or something?" Mini Raf repeats with a smug grin.
Rafayel sighs. "12 hours can't go by any faster."
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It's late in the day now, and Mini Raf and Rafayel have come to a sort of understanding with one another.
They elected to choose my pajamas for me. Why? I have no clue, but they seemed excited. So who am I to ruin their small joys?
"I have to say, pink does look good on her." Rafayel mumbles as he holds up a pink sheer nightgown.
"Hey, we're choosing clothes for her to sleep in. No funny business." Mini Raf scolds as he sits on Rafayel's shoulder.
"Then which one do you prefer?" Rafayel scoffs.
"That pink one. The one with white lace ruffles at the end. What's it called? Babydoll nightgown?" Mini Raf asks.
Rafayel hums in confirmation as he holds up the nightgown. "Cute... easy access. Perfect."
"Hey! Just because im not gonna be here tonight, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with my bride!" Mini Raf shouts.
"She's MY bride. Not yours. Which means I can do whatever I want with her."
Finally, I clear my throat as I hear their arguing.
"As long as she likes it and consents to it, of course." Rafayel quickly adds.
I sigh tiredly and flop onto the bed. "Won't any pajamas do?" I ask.
"Of course, you look good in anything." Mini Raf nods. "But please indulge our selfish desires for a moment."
"The fabric is soft, just how you like it." Rafayel says as he holds the dress towards me.
I rub the fabric between my fingers and hum thoughtfully. "It's surprisingly soft. I for some reason thought it would feel like barbie clothes."
"Barbie clothes?" Rafayel repeats.
"Yeah. Plastic like and stuff." I try to explain.
Rafayel hums in understanding before Mini Raf raises his hand. "Im sorry for interrupting, but i think it's time for me to go."
"What? Already?" I can't help but frown a bit.
"Finally." Rafayel breathes out dramatically.
I swat Rafayel's arm as Mini Raf tries climbing onto the nightstand where his can is.
"Yes, if i stay out too long, my master will worry." Mini Raf explains.
"You're a sea god yet you have a master?" Rafayel scoffs.
"Is cutie not like your master?" Mini Raf asks.
"... Fair eno-"
"I am not." I inturrupt Rafayel. "I'm his lover."
Mini Rafayel nods, obviously unconvinced, before climbing into the can. "Alright. Good bye now cutie, hopefully we can s-"
Rafayel cuts his mini off bu closing the can on him.
"Rafayel Qi!" I scold.
"What? He already said bye!" Rafayel pouts.
"But I didn't get to say bye." I retort.
Rafayel huffs and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down onto the bed with him.
"You know, cutie. As much as i love myself and how amazing I am, I think there only needs to be one of me." Rafayel mumbles.
I sigh tiredly. "I do too. The amount of arguing i had to endure today was draining."
"And you didn't even defend me! It was as if you favored the mini guy over me!" Rafayel exclaims.
I snicker and cup his cheeks. "Of course I love you more. A mini rafayel can't do nearly as much as big Raf."
Rafayel nuzzles into my hands. "Exactly. A mini me is cute and all. But Im the only one who can make you happy all the time."
I smile in amusement. "I cant believe you got jealous over a mini you."
"You would be jealous if I had a mini you, too!" Rafayel exclaims.
"No, I dont think i would." I hum thoughtfully. "I feel like it'd be as if we had a kid."
Rafayel freezes before grinning flirtatiously. "You know, we can always make a mini us."
"Stop your perverse thoughts right now." I weakly scold in embarrassment.
"You enjoy my perverse thoughts." He grins wider.
I huff and cover his eyes with my hands. "Whatever, it's late. Go to sleep."
Rafayel sputters but fails to argue with me.
"... I wouldn't mind the idea of a mini us." I mumble.
Rafayel freezes before pouncing on me. "I knew it. Me neither. A mini you would be so cute. I already love her and I havent met her. She would have your eyes, my ha- oh my me! She'd be half lemurian! Would she be able to have a mermaid form? Or would she be human? What if we have a boy that looks like you!? He'd be so cute too-"
I smile and turn off the light as we lay in the bed. Imagining our future where we have a happy family.
For once, that future doesn't seem so far away.
I apologize if the story was all scrambled. I had absolutely no idea where i was going with this. It took too long to make and I was confused the whole time.
♡ Has the prettiest suit. Scoffs at the mere idea of wearing a plain black tux. If he could, he would look like those princes/dukes from the historical manhwa. The groom reflects the bride, so he needs to make sure he looks good to make his love look the best.
♡ Rafayel is crying. Absolutely sobbing by the time you reach the alter. Yet somehow, he still looks pretty.
♡ He has a whole heartfelt speech for his vows. But whispers them just to you, none of the guests are allowed to hear. These are his words of love and devotion for your ears only.
♡ On the way to the party, there's a whole lecture on why you should not slam his face into the cake. Even if you weren't thinking about it in the first place. He needs to make sure. He did a whole skincare routine for today. you're not messing it up.
♡ For your first dance, you best believe he's putting on a show. Even if you can't dance. He has you slightly lifted off the floor as he spins and sways you to the music. Making everyone believe you're floating and dancing like a fairy.
♡ During Talia's speech, you basically have to physically restrain him, not to interrupt her. She's exposing all of his embarrassing secrets that revolve around you. How he asked her for help to woo you. And tried to look cool during your first meeting together.
♡ Once the party is over and you're back home, cuddling together and Rafayel won't let go of your left hand. His thumb continuesly stroking the ring on your finger. "We finally did it." He whispers with teary eyes.
Sometimes being in lads tumbler is wild. Because I read the most gut wrenching diabolical angst one minute, then the next post right under is some sort of kinky smut.
The whiplash is crazy sometimes.
This fandom is depressed and horny. And I equally love and hate the emotional turmoil it gives me.
I've won in life. And no one can deny it. Im amazing, smart, hot, and sexy. And to top it all off? My husband is the exact same. Maybe even sexier, if i can be so bold.
I'm in laying on the small sofa Zayne keeps in his office for naps as I admire the hunk of a man in front of me.
"I can feel you undressing me with your eyes." Zayne comments as he continues typing some random report on his computer.
"I'd rather be undressing you with my hands." I say with a dramatic wink.
Zayne sighs and glances over to me. His eyes peeking over his glasses. "Please refrain from saying such luscidious innuendo while im working."
"I can't help it." I sigh dramatically as I drape my arm over my eyes. "How can I stay professional when a hot doctor is in front of me?"
Zayne raises a brow. "Should I be worried about how you act around other attractive doctors?"
"There's more of you!?" I gasp.
Zayne bites back a chuckle. "Me specifically? No. But there are many attractive doctors out there."
"If they're not you, then they're unattractive." I retort, waving him off. "Your beauty has blinded me. Now everyone looks like a different type of fly in human clothes."
Zayne turns his attention back to his work to hide his smile. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. But i feel like I should be the one worried. With you out here calling other doctors attractive. Who are you calling attractive, huh? Do i have competition?" I interrogate.
Zayne chuckles freely now. "You do not. My heart is yours, in this life and every other."
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "Okay, sure. But if we had to say who's more attractive-"
"It would be you." Zayne cuts me off as he gets up off his seat.
He slowly walks towards me. "Youre the more beautiful, gorgeous, adorable," he leans over me now with his hand bracing himself against the sofa backrest, "handsome... sexy, person I've ever met."
I grin widely. "You called me sexy~"
Zayne sighs. "I did. It's a fact."
"And handsome?" I add in realization.
"You call me beautiful. I feel it's justifiable to call you handsome." Zayne retorts.
I hum in thought. "True. I am pretty handsome. I was the prince charming for a school play once."
"Were you?" He asks, intrigued.
"No." I answer. "But i could've been if I wanted to be."
Zayne sighs and kisses my forehead. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Love me?" I offer.
He smiles and kisses my lips this time. "That goes without saying."
"Give me all your affection, money, time, kisses, food, and-"
He inturrupts me with another kiss. "I'm beginning to feel like im dating a parasite."
"A cute parasite?" I ask as I grin.
"An adorable one." He confirms. "If you were a parasite, you'd be a trichinella nativa."
I blink. "What the heck is that?"
"A parasite." Zayne answers. "It was a runner up for the 'World's Cutest Parasite'. Although I don't know if it won."
"Zayne."
"Yes?"
"Im gonna look this parasite up. And if it's ugly, im going to cry." I warn him.
He's silent for a moment. "... Maybe don't look it up."
"No, you already compared me to this parasite. Be prepared for the consequences of your words."
"Suddenly, I regret ever speaking, ever. In my life."
Rafayel and I are at the beach. A common occurrence as he loves to draw the ocean. And there's also the fact that he's a lemurian.
Anyways, an uncommon occurrence, is that he's fully shirtless right now. Normally, he'd have a shirt on that's very unbuttoned, like a tease, but still covered.
Now he's full on shirtless. Nipple out. No coverage. I see all. And I'm looking.
"You're staring, cutie." Rafayel hums as he mixes some paint.
"You confuse me." I say simply.
Rafayel looks up curiously. "Why?"
"How the heck do you have abs?" I blurt out.
A confused grin slips onto his face. "How do i have abs?" He repeats.
"Yeah? Scientifically, it makes no sense. You dont eat very well. And, from what I know of, you hardly work out! You're always on your butt painting or something! When do you have the time and ability to have abs? Is it a lemurian thing!?"
Rafayel laughs and hides his smile behind his hand. "Uhm, I dont know? I never thought about it."
"Well think."
He snickers. "Alright. Uhm..." He trails off as he thinks. "Maybe it's because i swim a lot? It uses a lot of core muscles, which probably helps."
I narrow my eyes. "So it is a lemurian thing."
Rafayel smiles. "Yeah, I guess so? Although not all lemurians have abs. I'm just built different."
"Thats cheating. Gimme." I reach my hand out towards him.
He furrows his brows and tilts his head in confusion. "Give you...?"
"Gimme your abs." I clarify.
Rafayel, still confused, slowly walks up towards me and places my hand on his abs. He looks down at me curiously, wondering if he did good.
"I meant give me your abs so that I can have abs myself." I explain.
"Ah, sorry-" He tries to step back but I quickly stop him.
"Whoa whoa! Hey! These are mine now! If they're mine, let me touch!" I say as I place both hands on his abs now.
Rafayel chuckles with red cheeks but stays still. "Im dating a pervert." He mumbles.
I immediately look up at him in disbelief. "I dont wanna hear that from you! You're constantly touching me!"
"Can you blame me!? You're perfect!" Rafayel exclaims, his hands moving towards my body but moving oddly. As if he's unsure what part of me to touch exactly.
"What's your favorite part about my body?" I suddenly quiz.
"Whats your favorite part of mine?" He asks back.
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
"And you'll get your answer second, too." I huff impatiently.
"Fine fine." He sighs as he places his hands on my waist. He looks off to the side in thought.
And as he's distracted, I take advantage and roam my hands over his abs. Now understanding what people mean by Washboard Abs.
"I dont know." He finally answers. "I like everything about you."
"That's a cop out answer." I scoff.
"It is not! I truly do love everything about you. Face? Perfect. Chest? Perfect. Neck? Perfect. Stomach? Perfect. Thighs? Perfect? Ass? Perfect. Calves? Perf-"
"Alright! I get it!" I exclaim in embarrassment.
"No, I don't think you do." Rafayel says as he lowers his head closer to mine. "Every part of your body is perfect. The perfect canvas I constantly wish to paint and mark as my own. And one I have multiple times and am going to continue to. There is no part of your body i favor more. Every part makes up the perfect temple I wish to worship hourly."
My cheeks are burning and my brain rushes to find a response.
"I like your abs."
My brain failed me. I'm never relying on it again.
Rafayel let's out a loud laugh. "Yeah? That's good. You can touch them whenever you wish, cutie. My body is yours."
"No one else but me, okay?" I say as I poke his chest.
Rafayel grins wider.
"No one else but you. Forever. Even after I dissipate into seafoam. I am yours."
Another day, another fancy gallery that shows off Rafayel and his art. But many people act as if it's an exhibit to show off Rafayel specifically.
At the very least, many only look and stare from a distance. And those that attempt to flirt with him, are always quick to back off once knowing Rafayel already has a lover. Me.
But there's this one bitch who doesn't seem to care. Do I know her name? No, and nor do i care-
"Delucy, please stop touching me." I hear Rafayel ask respectfully with faux patience.
I now know her name. Who the fuck is named Delucy? Even her name sounds delusional.
Alas, seeing my lover's discomfort, and totally not because of my own annoyance, I walk up with a professional customer service smile.
I wrap my arms around Rafayel's elbow and lean my head against his shoulder. "Hi, honey, are you still busy?"
I can visibly see Rafayel relax and a real smile slips onto his face. "Hey, cutie. I'm not that busy-"
"He was busy with me actually." Delucy inturrupts disrespectfully and borderline bitchy, what a cun-
"Oh? And, Im sorry, who are you?" I ask as I tilt my head obliviously, my voice dripping with honey.
Im kind of grossing myself out at this point, but we push through.
"I'm Delucy Vanderbilt. And you are?" She asks with an attitude. Her nose scrunching up in disgust like a pig as she sizes me up.
"His lover." I answer with a happy smile.
Rafayel raises a brow at my demeanor, not usef to seeing me so bubbly, especially towards his pursues.
"Lover?" She scoffs. "You? I don't believe it."
"So?" I ask simply. "Your belief doesn't make our relationship true or false."
"But you're ugly."
"Compared to Rafayel? Yeah, obviously-"
Im inturrupted by Rafayel grabbing both of my cheeks with one hand and turning my face towards him. He looks down at me with narrowed eyes.
"What are you on about? Your beauty rivals no one. Even Talia wishes she can look as good as you." He scoffs.
"Honey, thank you, but im trying to prove a point." I whisper to him. "You inturrupted my point. Now it's too late to make it."
Rafayel raises a brow before sighing. "You dont actually think you're less attractive than i?"
"... No."
"You hesitated." He narrows his eyes once more.
"I did not."
"You totally did. You're not leaving until you tell me youre beauti-"
"Hello, I'm still here." Delulu reminds us.
"Why?" Rafayel huffs.
Delucy blinks in surprise by his attitude before huffing herself. "I dont care if you're actually his girlfriend or not. I dont see a ring on his finger. And until then, I'll convince him I'm better."
"A ring is all you need?" I think for a moment. "Alright."
I suddenly grabbed Rafayel's hand and spread his fingers.
Rafayel's eyes widen and his ears grow pink. "Are you actually about to propo-"
He shuts up as he sees me slide his ring finger in my mouth, making sure not to touch him with my tongue, and bite the base of his finger.
When I'm done, I lean back to observe my work. I grin proudly as I see a ring of teeth marks on his finger. "Boom, ring."
Both Rafayel and Delucy are stunned and staring silently at his finger.
Delucy composes herself first. "Wait, that doesnt count!"
Rafayel immediately whips around and glares at her. "Don't undermine my proposal, you bitch."
She looks back at him agape. "You cant talk to me that way! My father is the reason you have the money for this exhibit!" She screeches.
Rafayel scoffs, "Please, your father basically begged me on his knees to let him sponsor me. I dont need him, he needs me."
Hes speaking with his left hand, like a woman who just got her nails done. Obviously purposely showing off his knew 'ring'.
"But what we need -" He looks back down to me with a huge grin, "is to start planning our wedding~"
I look up at him in disbelief. "Wait, hold on-"
Rafayel ignores my protests and scoops me up into his arms bridal style. "We're getting married!"
The other guests in the exhibit, oblivious to what's happening, hears Rafayel shout and all turns towards us. They begin cheering and clapping for us.
Delucy scoffs and storms off now that there's too much attention on us.
"Honey, my love, target of all my affection- we need to calm down." I say as he walks us out of the gallery.
"Nope. Weddings are tough to plan. We gotta start now if we want to have everything prepared by summer next year. It's going to be a beach wedding of course. I hope you don't mind. I know you don't like sand all that much, but- oh! We can do it under water too! Wait, if we want your loved ones there, then it wouldnt work. So we should-"
Rafayel continues to ramble and i sigh in defeat. I merely lay my head on his shoulder, allowing him to wear himself out as he carries me off.
The both of us ignoring Thomas' shouts to come back to the gallery.
I was, once again, called by a crying Thomas to help him rein Rafayel in. Yet when I arrived, Rafayel was already working.
Thomas sees me and perks up. "Oh, thank goodness you came."
I tilt my head in confusion. "I thought you said Raf was refusing to work again?"
"He was, but all I had to do was say your name and say you'd be disappointed in him, and he began working " Thomas says proudly.
"You're using my name to get him to behave?" I snicker.
Thomas nods. "It's surprisingly effective."
Rafayel turns around and basically lights up like a child being shown candy at the sight of me. "Cutie! You're here! Do you like the decorations? I set it all up myself. And-"
Im trying to listen. Really. He seems so proud, I should really focus on his words.
But this is the first time I've ever seen him wearing glasses and FUCK do they look good on him.
Suddenly, it's as if the air surrounding him turned pink and flowery. The wind from the windows brushing his hair back.
"And you remember this painting, ri-"
I cut him off. "Are you trying to seduce me?" I ask bluntly.
Rafayel pauses and his ears grow pink.
Luckily, Thomas left the moment Rafayel started rambling.
"I-I excuse me?" He stutters.
"You look disrespectfully good. And i hope you know im offended and attracted to you."
His cheeks turn pink now too and his mouth cant tell if it should go agape in shock or smile in embarrassment. "I- uh- wait, disrespectfully?"
I nod.
"You look too good. It's disrespectful. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you're looking like this?" I scoff.
I suddenly gasped and cover my eyes in despair. "Oh my god, and there's a lot of people coming to this gallery. What am I supposed to do with all the women that try to flirt with you, now that you look like sex on a stick?"
Rafayel let's out a laugh of disbelief. "Sex on a stick? Really, cutie? If i knew you liked glasses this much, I would've worn them more often. I normally just wear contacts."
I grumble and lower my hands. "Why didnt you wear them today?"
"Was in a rush. Couldn't find them." He shrugs.
"Wait, I've slept over your house many times, I've never seen you wear glasses or put on contacts." I point out in realization.
Rafayel smiles sheepishly. "... I may... forget to take them off and sleep in them."
"Rafayel!"
"Hey now, let's ignore that tidbit and focus on how good i look in these glasses, yeah?" He suggests with a boyish grin as he wraps his hand around my waist. Purposely dropping his voice in a husky whisper.
"... Are you trying to seduce me in order to distract me from your shitty harmful habits?"
"Is it working?" He asks.
"... Kinda." I grumble.
"Good."
Im at the N109 Zone. Surprise surprise. Im here so often that I'm basically paying for an apartment back in Linkon for nothing.
But that's besides the point.
I have an issue. And it started when I broke into Sylus' office. And by broke into, I mean I knocked on the door and he happily allowed me to stay.
I of course expected him to be working and doing paperwork. But what i didnt expect, was him to be wearing glasses during it.
And especially not looking good while wearing them.
He's old! And has grey/white hair! I thought he'd look like an old man with glasses! Why does he look good!?
"Youre glaring, kitten." Sylus hums from his desk
"Your fault." I accuse.
He raises a brow and finally glances up at me. "My fault that youre glaring? And what have I done now?"
"Youre being rude." I accuse.
"Am I?" Sylus cocks his head with a smirk. "How so? Because I havent given you your attention since entering my office?"
I huff. "No... I mean, that's rude too. But that's not the main issue."
Sylus finally sighs and puts his papers down. "Do tell. What's the main issue?"
"Your glasses." I answer simply.
"My glasses?" He repeats.
"... They make you look... disrespectful." I inform him, not wanting to get into the specifics.
"Disrespectful? Like how you say sunglasses indoors is douchey?" Sylus asks, trying to figure out what's the issue.
I shake my head. "No, the image of you in glasses is distracting. Thus, making it Disrespectful. Im supposed to be working but you're distracting me."
Sylus, finally realizing what's happening, slowly grins. "Oh? You like my glasses?"
"Theyre acceptable."
Sylus chuckles. "Come here."
I sigh dramatically before getting off the couch and plopping on his lap instead.
"Do you like how i look in these glasses?" He asks bluntly.
I hesitate, not wanting to feed hus ego, before sighing in resignation. "... Yes."
Sylus hums and leans his face closer to mine.
"Then do something about it~"
Helloooo
This all started because in illusio, I put rafayel in glasses. And i was getting mad at how good he looks 🤭
Rafayel is finally taking a break, at an appropriate time, for once in his life. He finished all his galleries and exhibitions, so now hes relaxing.
Humming quietly as he debones a huge salmon. A pot of rice steaming on the stove.
He seems at peace, and like he's in a good mood, which is why i believe it's the perfect time to show him what I made. Hoping his good mood would make him kind and not make fun of my thing.
I shuffle inside the kitchen, hiding something behind my back.
Rafayel notices my presence instantly and looks up. His eyes brightening when they land on my face.
"Hey, cutie. Whatcha got there?" He asks curiously. His eyes flickering between me and the fish that hes carefully slicing.
"I made you something." I answer. "And you have to tell me it's good."
He raises a brow in amusement. "I have to tell you it's good?"
I nod. "Yeah, if it's bad, lie to me."
He snorts. "Okay," he puts the knife down, "show me."
I scramble for a moment before raising my arms to show a quilt blanket that I sewed. It's a simple quilt that consisted of some squares having seashell designs, seahorse designs, plain dark blue squares, and plain khaki colored squares.
Not all points of the squares aligned, nor are all the stitches straight.
It's a bit of a mess, but its a functioning blanket at least.
Before he can speak up, I spoke first, "It's my first quilt ever. Be nice."
Rafayel chuckles and rinses his hand for a moment before walking up.
"First ever and it's this good? Wooow, cutie. You might be a quilting prodigy in the making." He says with a teasing voice.
I grow slightly embarrassed and subtly hide my face behind the quilt. Playing it off as if i dont want it to touch the floor.
"Do you like the fabrics? I chose the cheaper designs since I didnt want to have too much pressure to do good on my first quilt." I explain as I point to the seashells and seahorses
"Its great, I love them. And its the perfect size to fit on our couch." He muses as he picks up the blanket. "Oh? And it's got some weight to it."
"I tried making the points of the squares all match. But I can't tell if it did or didn't. My eyes are crooked, I can't tell if the lines are straight." I say as I point to the seams between the squares.
Rafayel hums and analyzes the blanket for a second. "It looks good. They look straight to me. And if Thomas arrives and sees it. He'd think it's straight too."
"You say Thomas can't tell if Teal is blue or green." I point out. "I can't tell if you're subtly saying my lines are crooked or not."
Rafayel chuckles and folds the blanket.
"Your lines are amazing, my heart. I swear." He says as he places the blanket down and wraps his arms around me.
"Okay good. I decided I like quilting. I wanna do more." I inform him.
"Oh? That's fun. Let me go to the fabric store with you next time." Rafayel grabs his phone to check his calendar. "I'll buy you some more fabric-"
"I get mine from Walmart." I intrurrupt. "Its cheaper. I wanna use chesp fabric for my test subjects."
"Walmart?" Rafayel scoffs.
He looks down at me in utter disbelief. "My bride deserves the best of the best. Including fabric. If you mess it up, it's fine. Who cares? We can still use the fabric. We can just rip the seams and try again if you hate it. But I doubt it. I think you'll do great. As always."
"You have too much faith in me." I sigh as I rest my forehead against his chest.
"You lack too much faith in yourself." He retorts. "Im simply evening it out."
He suddenly picks me up and begins walking out the kitchen.
"Alright. To the fabric store!" He cheers.
"Honey, you're cooking food."
"Oh shoot." He turns back to the kitchen. "To the fabric store after dinner!"
I've been seeing so many Kissing Strangers memes. And i felt the need to make something related to that of my boys.
Masterlist
I'm walking with Thomas as we enter Rafayel's art gallery. Immediately we're hit with loud music.
The gallery hasn't started yet, but Rafayel seems to be in a good mood so far.
I can hear him humming along to the lyrics as his feet bounce in beat to the music.
"Kissing Strangers~" He sings with a mischievous grin. Immediately, I feel a hand wrap around my waist and pull me against his chest, his lips Immediately finding mine.
I hum in amusement and kiss him back. After a beat, I attempt to pull away, but his hands on my waist lock me in please.
I can feel Thomas's judgmental stare beside me.
I tap Rafayel's arm to release me, but he only seems to tighten his grasp.
I feel him deepen the kiss for a moment before finally pulling away.
A cheeky grin on his lips as he continues to sing the song. Unwrapping himself from me as he walks away merrily.
"Till I find someone I trust~ nana na nana na na!"
I saw this new trend with an old song, so of course I had to join in. I know im not allowed to record with Sylus because of his job and everything, and the trend is an animation. But im gonna do it in real life and not recorded.
Well, I suppose I can record it, just not post it.
...
Nah, then he'd know I'm up to something. I gotta be sneaky.
I hear Sylus parking his motorcycle in the garage and I quickly get to work. Turning on the song in the speakers and I act as if I've been dancing with myself in the living room this whole time.
"Kiasing strangers!" I sing loudly as I clumsily shuffle my feet to the music.
Sylus walks into the house with a brow quirked up in amusement. He leans against fhe doorway as he watches me.
"Hu! Nana na nana na na!" I dance around the couch towards him. He calmly walks towards me and closes the door behind him.
"Till I find someone I love!" I sing before jumping up to wrap my arms around him.
"Kissing strangers!" I sing before finally kissing him.
I feel his hand move to grab the back of my neck as he kisses me back.
I continue to hum the song against his lips as I kiss him. Once the next couple lines of the song ends, I try to pull away.
His hand grips my neck firmly, unallowing me to pull free. His lips locked on mine.
I begin patting his chest as I run out of oxygen.
Finally, he frees me after a few more seconds, letting me gasp for air.
"Na na na na na~" Sylus horribly attempts to sing along with the song. Completely off beat and out of tune.
A smug grin on his face, as if he beat me at my own game.
Sylus looks up from his paperwork, his reading glasses slipping off his nose. "Please explain to me your thought process."
"You're pale, regenerate very fast, hate the sunlight, sunburn easy, like red wine which looks borderline like blood, and are rich." I list off.
Sylus raises an amused brow. "... I like garlic bread." He points out.
"Okay? But how do we know for sure that every vampire is allergic to garlic? Actually, I heard they're not even allergic to garlic, but that they have a really strong sense of smell and just hate the strong smell of garlic. Maybe you just have a weak nose. Or you just got used to the smell of garlic. I would never know." I argue.
"True." He smirks. He puts down his papers and leans back against his seat. "I bleed though."
"So do mosquitos. What's your point?" I retort.
"Dont vampires not have blood? That's why they're cold and drink blood?" Sylus asks.
"No, im pretty sure they do bleed." I say, thinking back on the Mythology books I've read. "I think the blood they consume circulates through their body. But because their body is dead, their blood cells can't reproduce and stuff. So they simply must drink more blood."
"Is that real or are you just guessing?" Sylus asks.
"Can't it be both?" I retort.
Sylus stares at me in silent amusement for a moment. "I suppose so. Regardless, im not a vampire, sweetie."
"How am I supposed to know that?" I ask.
"I haven't drank your blood." Sylus answers.
"And i hope you know, im offended by that." I tell him.
Sylus raises a brow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. What? You think my blood is bad or something?" I scoff.
"I think your blood would be delicious." Sylus answers with a mischievous grin.
"Aha! That was a trick question! You do drink blood!" I exclaim.
Sylus chuckles. "I do not."
"You just said you think my blood would be delicious." I point out.
"Everything about you is delicious. I feel it's safe to assume your blood would be the same." Sylus hums.
It's my turn to stare silently.
"Honey?"
"Yeah?" He answers.
"You're weird. Please never drink my blood."
Sylus chuckles. "I wouldn't even dream of it, sweetie."
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