I’ve been rotating this idea in my head for days now. How do you think the LIs would react to mc with a beautiful voice cupping their face and singing a love song to them while maintaining eye contact? I do this to my gf all the time 10/10 would recommend.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainsix! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚this idea was so sweet, i truly loved writing it :(( and i'm also so sorry if this isn't as lengthy as my other works! i wanted to write something short and mellow, because i'm honestly so, so, so sad about this whole valko fiasco. i don't want to lose this amazing fandom... and idk, i'm such a crybaby (,,╥﹏╥,,) i hope you babies like this one regardless!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
hearing your singing voice was already a gift for caleb, but to have you so close; so intimately close, and, on top of that, singing such a sweet song just for him?
it was heaven.
his sunset-like eyes were intently focused on yours, the tips of his ears hot to the touch.
you were straddling his lap, enjoying the low-volume melody coming from your phone.
as you cupped his cheeks, his hands subconsciously held your wrists to keep you there, even when you had no intention of leaning back.
“i could spend my life in this sweet surrender, i could stay lost in this moment forever,” your voice echoed low and sweet, as if it was only his to hear. “every moment spent with you is a moment i treasure.”
there was a faint smile on his lips, one he didn't even realize was there.
when your thumbs brushed the warm tips of his ears, he shuddered, leaning closer to you as if gravity itself was pulling him in.
“don't wanna close my eyes, i don't wanna fall asleep, cause i'd miss you, baby,” you smiled, softly shaking your head. “and i don't wanna miss a thing...”
the note lingered in the small, almost minimal space between your bodies, and he could feel your warm breath against his skin.
caleb wanted to close the windows, lock the doors, anything to trap the sweet echo of your voice inside those four walls, so that he could be the only one to ever hear it.
his grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly, pressing your warm palms against his until your skin melted into his.
“...don't stop,” he whispered, pleaded, begged, his voice so soft for the man who could command entire fleets.
if the song was already over, he wanted to hear it again.
if the song repeated the same verses, he wanted to memorize them all, because you chose to sing them to him for a reason.
when your voice filled the room again, enveloping his entire being, his eyes fluttered shut for just a few seconds.
after all, he didn't want to miss a single blink of your pretty eyes.
the song continued, and he committed every note and tiny tremble in your voice to memory, as if he was the only one allowed to keep them.
there was no force in the universe powerful enough to break this moment or pull him out of your orbit, and caleb would make sure that was always the case.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
for an artist like rafayel, there was beauty in every corner of the world.
however, he was now convinced there was nothing more beautiful than this moment, as you both lay side by side.
you shifted closer to him, the tip of your nose almost touching his.
the silence was peaceful, a tender beauty of its own.
but when you softly hummed, his lips curled up in a gentle smile.
he knew the melody, and he wanted to join you, yet when the hums turned into sweet words, time seemed to stop.
“...when you kiss me, heaven sighs, and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose.”
like a siren's call, your voice seemed to trap him inside a bubble where time was perfect, and things were meant to be.
“when you press me to your heart, i'm in a world apart,” your nose gently nuzzled his, earning you a soft, breathless chuckle from him. “a world where roses bloom…”
his eyelashes refused to flutter; he didn't want to miss the way your words seemed to color everything around you, almost in a tender, soft shade of pink.
pink like pretty corals, pink like a conch shell under the sun, pink like your lips.
“and when you speak, angels sing from above,” your fingers brushed his soft, deep violet locks, making rafayel shudder. “everyday words seem to turn into love songs.~”
as your voice drifted through the room, your lips finally met his, soft and sweet.
he didn't move.
he couldn't.
he just let the sensation of your lips wash over him like a warm tide that promised more to come.
when you parted, you stayed close enough for your breath to mingle with his and your eyelashes to brush against his flushed cheeks.
“give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose,” you whispered, allowing the melody to slowly drift away and rafayel's heart to stop beating so fast.
could he be more lost in love?
he refused to burst the bubble around you, so he made no sound.
after all, there were no words, sentences, or phrases good enough to praise not only your beautiful, hypnotizing voice, but also the mix of tender feelings you so seamlessly ignited within him.
you went for another gentle kiss, and he whimpered quietly, his watery eyes closing to let you in; to let you color his world like only you ever could… with colors no artist could ever hope to recreate.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
sylus was used to hearing you either singing or humming as you walked around the house.
you did it so often, in fact, that he no longer had to play music in the background, since your beautiful voice was enough to soothe and entertain him.
today, as he was reading, you were by his side, humming a silly, mindless tune without much thought.
he chuckled in amusement, knowing his leisure time would be light and entertaining.
but after some seconds, you decided to tap his shoulder, immediately shifting his attention from the yellowed pages to your sweet gaze.
he thought you'd say something or ask for a kiss, like you usually did, but when your hands came to cup his cheeks, his eyes softened.
what he didn't expect, though, was for you to start singing for him.
not to fill the silence, not to entertain yourself; you were about to dedicate a song to him because you thought he was worthy of it.
“truly, madly, deeply, i am foolishly, completely falling,” the first notes filled the space with an agonizing tenderness, one that took him by surprise.
sylus blinked.
slowly.
he gently placed his book aside, dedicating every second of his time to this unexpected but not unwelcome twist of events.
“and somehow you caved all my walls in, so baby say you'll always keep me,” the words came out quietly, like a whisper as soft as your fingers brushing the skin beneath his eyes.
for a moment, sylus just stared, taking in the way the lyrics left your lips, and the way you were looking at him like never before.
“truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you,” your gaze didn't waver, and neither did his. “in love with you…”
then, it hit him.
his eyebrows furrowed slightly; something he unconsciously did whenever his feelings overruled his mind, and his heart threatened to soften his entire being.
in other words, what always happened when he was with you.
it made his hands hover over your waist, unsure, gentle, broken, all in the best way, until he finally pulled you into his lap, his arms coiled around you.
how dare you?
how dare you disarm him so easily, and with that sweet, loving smile on your face?
he pressed your foreheads together, listening to you like he always did, except this time, he feared he'd always crave this kind of attention… even when you didn't need to sing the words for sylus to know you loved him endlessly.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ valko! ꒰੭
you both were already lovey-dovey, tickling each other, cuddling oh so close, and stealing loud, quick pecks.
he huffed in contentment, aggressively rubbing one of his cheeks against the top of your head, messing up your hair.
but you didn't mind at all.
it was a price you were willing to pay just to keep enjoying his warmth and his sheer happiness.
when things quieted down, and it was only you looking at him, and him staring back with hazy eyes and a lovestruck face, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.
his eyelids fluttered, his tail wagging gently behind him.
he was beyond happy.
he was ecstatic.
there couldn't be anything better than this…
until you started to sing.
his ears perked up, and he opened his eyes with curiosity and a hint of surprise.
“...and they called it puppy love,” the melody came out smoothly, beautifully. “oh, i guess they'll never know… how a young heart really feels, and why i love him so.”
you booped his nose carefully, giggling afterwards at his entranced reaction.
his lips parted, his golden eyes widening.
he was attentive, almost frozen in place, taking in each word and the meaning behind it.
“tell them all it, please tell them it isn't fair to take away my only dream…” your fingers now gently scratched behind his fluffy ears, making him whine quietly.
he had to be under a spell; he was certain.
it felt like being lured in by the moon itself, by something so bright and warm, so inviting and magical…
so you.
“i hope and i'll pray that maybe someday you'll be back, in my arms once again,” your body shifted closer to his, and his immediate response was to engulf you in his strong arms, his tail thumping out a rhythmic beat that was much faster than the song you were singing.
your voice was muffled against his chest, since he refused to let a single gust of wind come between your bodies, and while he did want to hear the entire song, he also wanted to feel your skin.
you hummed the rest of the song and just let him hold you close.
when the silence returned, he leaned back to look at you, his eyes pleading.
“...again?” he whispered, his voice incredibly soft.
and he didn't just mean the song.
he wanted to feel the closeness, the warmth, and the way your eyes looked at him like he was the best in the world.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier was still asleep, his face peaceful and undisturbed.
you traced the delicate line of his nose, then the outline of his lips, and the soft shape of his eyebrows.
his eyelashes fluttered, and when he woke up, his eyes took a few seconds to focus.
once they did, he softly smiled at you, pulling you closer to his bare chest.
you didn't say a word; the silence was still comfortable, and xavier's mind was still processing everything around him.
instead, you looked into his eyes and cradled his warm cheeks, feeling a sudden urge to turn an ordinary morning into a moment of pure, raw love and tenderness.
besides, you loved seeing him get flustered and all mushy.~
“...why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by?” the sudden, soft sound of your singing voice caught him off guard. “just like me, they long to be close to you…”
his bright, azure eyes followed the soft movement of your lips, and the playful glint in your gaze.
his face grew warmer and warmer beneath your hands, a clear sign of just how much this was affecting him.
“on the day that you were born, the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true,” you smiled, squishing his supple cheeks.
xavier averted his gaze, feeling his heart thumping hard against his ribs. still, he couldn't stay away.
he leaned into your palm, simply listening.
“so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold, and starlight in your eyes of blue,” you leaned in to kiss his eyelids, making him blush furiously, his arms suddenly trapping you until you had almost no air to breathe.
you were singing this song to him.
a song about stars, about his blue eyes.
about him.
“that is why—” before you could continue, xavier pressed his lips to yours, with an intensity that reflected the overwhelming amount of feelings blooming in his heart.
you gave in, naturally, your hands tangling with his soft, light locks, until the kiss stole the melody from your lips.
when you both finally parted, completely breathless, his forehead rested against yours.
his eyes were shining with quiet embarrassment and adoration, both making his face bright pink.
he hid his face in the crook of your neck, wondering if, perhaps, this was still a dream.
if it was, he'd hold on to this moment forever, hoping he'd feel the same warmth and sparks when he woke up and saw your pretty face again.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
moments of peace were rare between you and your busy boyfriend.
but when you finally had the chance to just sit down and caress each other's skin, you made sure to stretch those hours and make them last forever.
when he came home after a long shift, you sat on his lap, your chest pressed against his, and your fingers tracing indistinguishable shapes on his back.
he held you close, simply resting his chin on your shoulder, taking in every second without pressure.
the songs playing on the radio were slow, melodic ballads, so as not to oversaturate the space with noise and loud, unpredictable beats.
sensing his stress and his need to distract himself, you gently pulled back to face him, and you used your fingers to tilt his chin up.
those hazel eyes were tired, but they softened with pure love when they saw you.
when you parted your lips, he expected encouraging words, or perhaps something sweet.
however, you not only lowered your already gentle voice; you started to sing for him, your tone as gentle as your caresses.
“when the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case,” the words came out like a soothing balm, causing his shoulders to drop unconsciously. “i could offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love.”
when you paused to let the piano echo, he leaned into your fingertips, asking for more warmth like a touch-starved kitten.
his mind was now entirely focused on you, on your beautiful voice, on the way you sang the lyrics not just with accuracy, but because you meant them.
“when the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears,” you softly pressed your forehead against his, whispering the next words against his lips. “i could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love.”
he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
he didn't say he loved you, or at least not with words, but the way he hid his head in the crook of your neck and held you tight said everything.
you felt something warm and wet on your skin, but you didn't dare ask.
you knew he felt exhausted, and on top of that, unworthy of such affection.
you hummed, nuzzling the top of his head, allowing him to simply enjoy the vibrations of your voice against his body.
it wasn't a grand gesture, yet it managed to quiet down the outside world, leaving just the two of you, skin to skin, and heart to heart.
zayne couldn't possibly ask for anything else.~
