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Content: isekai!reader, twin!MC, fluff, hurt, angst, romance - we have it all, spoilers for myths and story, Praise-kink if you squint, mildly suggestive, mentioning of a person been under heavy medication
Word count: ~ 2000
Authors note: part nine! Things get heated this time 🤭 have fun reading! 🩷
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As Zayne and Rafayel left you alone in your hospital room, the rest of the evening and night went by in a rush, and you fell asleep nearly immediately after. The incident at the park and your injury took all your strength and energy.
“Is she properly secured? We don’t want her to cause problems until the boss arrives, right?” a cold, unfamiliar voice asks.
“Yes, we keep a close eye on the anesthetics. Can’t we already begin? She’s here, why do we have to wait for him?”
“He had expressively stated to wait with the process. So no, we’ll wait till he had his way with her.”
The next morning Zayne signs the documents for your leave as he checks upon you with another last examination. He instructed you on how often you have to change the bandage and so on. But you had difficulties listening after you had a terrible night with strange nightmares. What was that what you dreamt of? But you shake it off as Rafayel arrives to pick you up shortly after.
Your doctor seems not really happy about it and the artist needs to promise once more to take good care of you and Zayne explains again all the procedures that are necessary in your curative treatment.
After leaving the clinic Rafayel drives you directly into his home without listening to your protests. You could not even take one step since you were out of the hospital, because he insisted on carrying you all the way, cradling you in his strong as careful as you were made of glass, leaving you a flustered mess.
“I promised the Popsicle I’ll take care of you, Cutie. This is non-negotiable.” he just stated dead-serious and even glared at you.
And so you ended up in his giant and luxurious bedroom where Rafayel spoiled you and took care of you for the last hours. One word and the Lemurian went all in and above to fulfill every one of your wishes and needs. By the time a change in your bandages is necessary, you’re almost used to it, when you recognize that you’re going to be half-naked in front of him.
“Why are you blushing? It’s nothing I didn’t see before.” Rafayel teases you with a smug grin as he sits beside you with a basket full of new bandages and stuff to tend to your wound. That gets you even redder. How could he? He might have seen your twin but not you
Carefully the Lemurian helps you in a sitting position and starts to unpack the stuff he needs. “Can you manage to roll the shirt up?” he asks without even looking up from his rummaging.
And you gulp. So now it’s time you show off some skin in front of him. Oh boy, what have you gotten yourself into?
With a heavy sigh, filled with embarrassment you grab the hem of your shirt and lift it. Only to scream out in agony a second later as the movement tugs at your wound, and you feel something ripping at your skin. Oh god, did the stitch break?
Rafayel perks up, eyes filled with panic at the pained noise. “Wait wait wait!” he grabs your arm gently and pulls it back down. “Guess, we’ll have to do it another way.”
In a fluid motion, he glides behind you and lifts the shirt on his own, his delicate fingers brushing lightly over the skin on your back.
Your breath hitches and heat floods your entire system. The heart behind your ribs beats at an erratic pace and his breath dances deliciously over your sensitive neck.
“Let me do this.” he whispers into your ear as he helps you out of the clothes that cover your upper body.
All gentle and careful he works you through it and at the time it finally is gone, you nearly faint. Not only because it did in fact hurt a little despite Rafayel being careful as anyone can be, but also because he’s far too close. The presence behind you sends constant tingles and goosebumps through your back.
“There you go. Good girl.” he coos softly, stroking your temple with his knuckles from behind. His words send fiery waves through your body, that let you tremble a bit.
“I guess I better cut the old stuff up to spare you more pain.”
A short rummaging again and then cold slim metal graces your heated skin and slips under the rough mulls wrapped around your lower body. You shiver at the sudden contact and Rafayel strokes gently along your spine with his warm fingers to calm you and keep you still.
A few seconds later the bandages fall into your lap and are pulled away by an elegant hand. Rafayel adjusted his position slightly to get better access to your wounded side, his long legs slipping around your thighs to support him.
You try to breathe steadily. Why does it affect you that much? It’s nothing sexual. Why the heck do you feel like he would do other things to you? He’s just changing the dressing, goddammit! But your heart thinks otherwise and pounds rapidly, unfazed by your scolding thoughts in your chest.
“Let me take a look at that mess.” Rafayel says hoarsely as his warm fingertips graced your skin again, slowly pulling the protective layer on the stitched wound aside.
It does twinge and every time you flinch he stops, stroking your back with feather-light touches and praising you for how brave you are and that you’re doing good.
Finally, the piece of cloth is gone, and he whistles through his lips. “That’s a big slice there…” preparing ointment and stuff to tend to the now slightly bleeding injury. „The doctor said it will highly possibly leave a scar, cutie. But that makes you a real badass then.“ his purple-haired head comes around, sending you a playful smile and that adorable wink.
You giggle lightly, but it’s enough to flare the pain up again, and it ends in a groan.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Rafayel calls out immediately worried “Memo to myself: No jokes!”
That nearly makes you chuckle again, but you restrain yourself, the sweat on your forehead already showing that you’ve had enough pain for the moment.
During the cleaning process, the Lemurian just hums along with his gentle care, and then it’s time for the bandages.
The embarrassment and heat are promptly back as Rafayels strong arms wrap the surrounding cloth.
Every time he needs to cross the strip to the other hand in front of your belly, his hot breath fans your shoulder and cheek.
Plush lips sometimes stroke along the lobe of your ear, and you swear you feel his rapid heartbeat when his toned chest comes in touch with your bared rear. Your breath hitches every time his hands are close to your breasts that are covered by your bra.
One time Rafayel unwittingly stroked it with his index finger, or maybe it was on purpose, you aren’t sure. But this little touch sent flashes of arousal through your body, and you just wished the whole situation were under different circumstances.
After torturing minutes it’s done and a little cute bow marks the end of the treatment that racks you for so many reasons.
You cough and ask him for your shirt as you look at Rafayel, noticing his flushed red cheeks and ears.
Oh.
So you’re not the only one affected by this situation. A little smile tugs at your lips, and you decide to tease him back this time.
“Uhm, Doctor Rafayel. Mind giving me a hands-on treatment with the shirt, as well?” you bat your eyelashes innocently at the purple-haired man who is ready to leave his position behind you but stops his movement at your words.
You literally see how the crimson-red hue is starting to spread again from his cheeks to his ear and down his neck as he opens his mouth in exasperation.
You giggle slightly, now without any pain, and Rafayel coughs and turns his face away to hide his embarrassment.
“Yeah sure, I - uh… Help you.” comes his stumbled answer.
Gods, he is so cute you think to yourself.
But it isn’t Rafayel if he wouldn’t turn tables at you the second he gathered himself from the surprise.
Grabbing a new pajama shirt from his drawer and helping you in, his fingers were constantly on you, causing goosebumps all over your skin and ripples in your lower core. First, he slowly strokes along your hands and arms, guiding the limbs carefully into the button-up shirt, and then your back is lovingly caressed in an attempt to search for the collar to guide it tentatively over your shoulders.
“Slowly, Cutie. Let me lend you a hand for this.” Seductively whispered words that let your core ache and yearn.
Rafayel even went so far as to embrace you from behind, closing the buttons at an agonizingly slow speed. His hot breaths again at your bare neck, ears, and cheeks as the Lemurian works his way up. At last, he fiddles with the collar to elongate the contact and your torture.
“It’s really difficult, these buttons are sooo small.” An innocent whiny comment, and “I need to be careful not to miss one.” is only said to tease you any further, and you nearly regret your idea.
“What a commendable patient. This needs a reward, doncha think?” as Rafayel places a small peck at your heated cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips, nearly reaching it and then not.
With his retreat, the touch still lingers and leaves your skin in tingles and sparkles at that spot. Your breath hitches again and your heart stutters in your chest. If you weren’t already red like a ripe tomato, you definitely are now.
With a smug smirk, Rafayel releases your body out of his proximity and commands you to lie down as he gets up from the mattress.
“Time to get some sleep. Doctor’s orders!” as he tenderly tugs you in soft blankets and cushions.
“I’ll wake you up when the meal is ready.” sunset colored eyes dive into yours one last intense time before you are left with a pounding heart and yearning for his closeness again.
“How do I sleep after this now!” you mumble under your breath after he left the spacious bedroom. In addition, his scent invades your senses because the shirt Rafayel gave you smells like him.
You nuzzle your face into the collar, trying to impregnate it into your brain. If you’ll get home again one day, you’ll never want to forget every detail about him.
Surprisingly enough you doze off in seconds. Your body obviously does not care about the turmoil in your heart and mind.
Your phone buzzes as Rafayel arrives in the living room where he left your stuff as he carried you to bed.
Curious he takes a look and seeing Xavier’s name lighten up the display he takes the call.
“Yeah?” comes his greeting, all indifferent, even if his emotions were still going wild after what happened recently in his bedroom. His free hand wanders up to his chest, rubbing the spot where the bond is visible.
“Why do you take the call? Where are they?” comes Xavier’s casual response.
“They?” Rafayel smirks, “Of course, you know there are two of them now. But you can’t talk to any of them.”
A short silence follows before Xavier finally answers “They found her hunter’s watch near the site of the energy fluctuation. Are you sure, you don’t want me to talk to them?”
A short tongue-clicking is heard and Rafayels face turns solemn, eyes darkening with cold and lethal intentions.
His reaction when he saw the little doll version of himself that you possessed.
── .✦ Character x Female Reader (MC)
Included parts in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb.
♡︎. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, soft and sweet, plush dolls, established relationship, jealousy (Xavier's part), long distance relationship (Caleb's part)
♡︎. Word count: ~2k4
♡︎. Requested by Yue AuV.
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Rafayel
“Huh?”
Rafayel picked up the plush doll on the table, examined it for a moment, then turned to you and asked, "Is this how you think of me?"
You blinked. "Lovely, right?"
Rafayel frowned. He raised the doll to your eye level and said:
“Hear me out, Miss Bodyguard. I do look handsome and stylish, my physique is toned, with a model-like form. Yet, why... Why is this doll that you believe to resemble me so... chubby?"
"Rafayel!" You shrieked and swiftly grabbed both hands to cover the doll's ears. "How can you say that in front of Little Fish?! He'll feel terrible for himself!"
Rafayel gazed at you, then at the plush doll you had just given a name. His body was spherical, with small arms and legs coming out of it. His face was likewise round and fully linked to his body, resembling a huge cotton ball with purple hair patches on top.
"I've gained a little weight lately," Rafayel said, pouting while rubbing his belly. “But I'm definitely not that round!”
“I made him exactly like you for a purpose. Criticizing him means you are criticizing yourself.”
Rafayel did not give up. He took up Little Fish and brought it near to your face so you could compare.
“Don't you think he's muuuuuuuuch less attractive than me? His body is not as beautiful as mine. He is not as cute or talented as me. Can he paint? Can he make you laugh? What makes you think he can ever replace me?!”
You tried not to laugh when Rafayel puffed up his cheeks, looking like a pufferfish, even identical to that plump plush doll. You replied:
“Well, you don't know that Little Fish also has a very special feature that is different from other dolls!”
"What's so amazing about it? Tell me."
You extended your hands to accept the doll from Rafayel. When you gently squeezed the center of his chest, Little Fish made a sound mimicking Rafayel's voice:
“Hello Miss Bodyguard! Hello Miss Bodyguard!”
Rafayel stared at him with wide eyes. His demeanor changed from astonished to slightly suspicious.
"I recorded your voice," you added. "Simply hit the button, and he will talk. I can make a new recording if you want. What do you think? He's good, huh?"
You enthusiastically hugged Little Fish and approached him. Rafayel simply scratched his head. “Humans certainly have many strange toys,” he commented. But in the end, seeing you having so much fun with the plush doll, he patted your head and said: "Even though it's a bit ugly and weird compared to my standards, I'm still happy that Miss Bodyguard likes me so much that she even owns a plush doll designed after me!"
Xavier
Since joining Lumiere's fanclub, which was founded by your colleague Nero, you frequently brought home merchandise related to him. There were badges, cards, decorations, and even cotton goods. Among the dozens of Lumiere products that take up room in your residence on a daily basis, you absolutely adored the plush doll named Lumi.
Lumi had two bunny ears and was only a little larger than your hand, making him easy to carry anywhere and at any time. When you worked, he would stand on the desk to encourage you. When you trained, he would slip into your coat pocket and patiently wait for you on the bench. Every time you went out, you carefully put him in your bag. When you arrived home, he was usually on the couch next to you, or cuddled in your arms while you watched TV together. Even when you slept, you would bring him into bed, place him next to your pillow and cover him with a blanket.
Needless to say, this made Xavier quite uneasy. He had not liked Lumi one bit since he appeared in your arms for the first time. The plush doll occupied all your attention. He accompanied you everywhere, all the time. Your phone was full of pictures of him. Even when you slept, the doll was allowed to sleep with you while Xavier was left out. He sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and glancing at Lumi.
“That's it, kiddo.”
Lumi opened his large blue eyes to stare at Xavier.
“You must leave.”
A rabbit ear on Lumi's head drooped down.
“Give her back to me. Besides, the place where you sleep used to be mine."
The plush doll continued to stare at him with such innocence. Just as Xavier was about to pick him up, you walked into the room. You had changed your clothing, and of course, your pajamas included Lumiere's chibi pattern on them.
“What are you talking about with little Lumi?” You asked.
“Ah, nothing. I'm just telling him to go away.”
"Huh? Why? He's so little, he won't take up too much room on the bed, right?"
Xavier gave him a glance before turning to you, and his eyes quickly returned to their round, watery condition.
“He's been following you all day. Why does he even take my place at night? Do you really like him more than me?”
Xavier knew too well that you easily got softened when he acted like that. If Lumi's cuteness captured your heart, he would reclaim it by the same method.
“It's not like that,” you replied. One of your hands caressed Xavier's cheek. “Lumi is the one who will protect me in my dreams on the long nights while you're not here.”
Xavier rubbed his face into your palm. He said, “But now that I'm here, Lumi can go elsewhere.”
You thought what he said was right. So you compromised and placed the doll on the opposite side of your pillow, rather than between you and Xavier as previously. You snuggled into Xavier's arms. He remained silent, as if he had a lot on his mind. Then, after you had fallen asleep, he covertly grabbed Lumi and threw him to the ground, then hugged you even tighter.
Zayne
You set a lunch box on Zayne's desk, then placed something else on top.
It was a little plush doll measuring about ten centimeters. He had black hair, green bean eyes with a little brownish-yellow tint, he also donned a white blouse just like a certain doctor.
“What do you have there? A mini version of me, it seems?” Zayne asked while putting away the files on his desk to prepare for lunch with you.
“Hehe,” you happily took the doll. He nestled into the palm of your hand. “Doctor Zayne, look how small you are! I can hold you with just one hand.”
Zayne gave you a little grin. Then he grabbed your other hand, pulling you closer to him.
"Of course." But if you use both hands, you'll be able to handle more than one Doctor Zayne.
You grasped both big and small Zayne with care.
Lunch that day went really well. Before departing, you slipped the little plush doll inside your coat pocket on the left side of your chest, patted it a few times, and told Zayne:
“This is where tiny Zayne will stay every day. I will take him everywhere, including work, amusement parks, and even home. He will always be by my side!”
Zayne smiled and responded, "It turns out that I can cure not only your heart disease, but also your love sickness?"
You blushed. The Zayne standing in front of you suddenly leaned down, as if talking to the little doll in your pocket: "Miss Hunter and this plush doll's entire day would be so hectic. Would you mind asking her whether she still has time to join me for dinner tonight?"
You laughed when you noticed Zayne's childishness. You replied: “Of course I do. But after all, little Zayne is still an intern here. What are Doctor Zayne's thoughts about being his mentor?"
Zayne stood up straight, tenderly touching the doll's cheek with his finger. "All right. I'll be spending time with Intern Zayne. But when I do that, the lady who takes care of Intern Zayne should come along as well.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zayne's fingers rose to push on your face. You puffed up your cheeks and nodded firmly in accord. From that day on, all your dates with Zayne were accompanied by little Intern Zayne, and he even made arrangements for the doll to have a separate seat by the windshield of his car.
Sylus
Sylus made frequent late-night visits to your place. That night was no exception. But he was astonished to see you open the door with a worn out expression, dragging a big plush doll on the ground.
"Why does it look so familiar?" Sylus spoke after studying the doll. He was around sixty centimeters tall, with white hair, red eyes like two rubies, and a signature smirk that looked so much like Sylus's.
"Huh? Oh, Baby Crow is a mini version of you!” You replied. After closing the door, you strolled back to the living room, holding the doll. You and him fell onto the sofa. Feeling tired after a long day, you had decided to hug the doll to bed before Sylus arrived.
He looked at you and that Baby Crow doll on the sofa and clicked his tongue. “It's a little huge compared to the definition of mini. And what the heck are you putting on me?”
Sylus snatched him out of your grasp. The doll - his little version - was dressed in pink Hello Kitty patterned pajamas, identical to the ones you were wearing. He frowned.
“You and the doll even have matching pajamas. Where are mine then?”
Slowly opened your eyes on the sofa, you giggled: "Seeing that you like it so much, I will make you a set tomorrow. There are also Kuromi ones."
Sylus leaned down and kissed your hair, whispering: "Sleeping on the sofa will hurt your body." Then he helped you get up. You wrapped all of your limbs around Sylus's torso, as he held you with one hand and carried Baby Crow inside the room with the other.
Another night, when Sylus arrived home late, he caught you cuddling Baby Crow and sleeping soundly on the bed. Both of you were wearing the purple Kuromi pajamas you had mentioned before. He grinned as he softly punched Baby Crow.
“Hey, you're taking up my space,” he told him.
The plush doll's challenging smile appeared to be taunting him. Sylus removed him from your arms and placed him at the end of the bed. Because there was nothing left to hug, you rolled over slightly, your fingers constantly searching for warmth until you found him.
Sylus took the doll's place, held you, and allowed you to immerse yourself in his arms. He said quietly: "You don't need a plush version of me anymore when you have the real one here, right?"
The next morning, still drowsy, you cuddled him and told him that your Baby Crow had grown into a genuine person.
Caleb
Caleb sent you a surprise package. Curious, you opened it and discovered a plush doll the size of a pillow inside. What was worth noting was that the doll resembled him, with purple eyes and an apple on his head. You phoned to show off to Caleb, who was still on duty at Skyhaven.
“Oh, you got him? I mean, Baby Cal?”
“You even have a name for him?” You grabbed the doll and placed him in your lap so Caleb could see him through the video call screen.
"Of course. I purposefully ordered him specifically for you. He's a present.” Caleb smiled brightly. He was free at the time, but his mission had yet to end so he could not come home to you right away.
You gazed down at the doll on your lap. He was so warm, and his adorable chubby face reminded you so much of Caleb. You inquired:
“But why did you send him to me?”
"To keep you company when I'm away on missions, of course," was his reply. "He will remind you to eat and go to bed on time, or hug you when you're weary."
You touched Cal's head. It was true; he was so soft that you simply wanted to squeeze him.
"Is this your compensation for not coming home for a month?"
Caleb laughed. He seemed a little sad. Then he instantly returned to his regular fresh appearance.
“Do you like him?”
"Of course. I can even release my rage on him every time I'm angry at you. Look!”
Having said that, you squeezed the doll's cheeks really hard. Caleb laughed from the other side of the screen. "Poor, little Cal. It looks like he'll have to take my position as your punching bag for a while now."
You kneaded the doll's cheeks again. He even donned a military uniform similar to Caleb's. The doll would not be able to replace him, you know; yet his existence would sooth your longing for the real person.
You leaned your head against Cal and asked Caleb:
“I have Cal here. What about you?”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Caleb disappeared from the screen. You heard a rustling noise. A few minutes later, he emerged with another plush doll dressed in a Hunter suit. You immediately recognized it as a plush replica of yourself.
“This is little Hunter,” said Caleb. “She and little Cal are a couple. Every time I look at her, I will always think of you. For example, when I enter the room, she will appear and say: 'Why haven't you bought a ticket to Linkon yet?!' or 'You still dare to stay up late playing games?!'..."
You burst into laughter. "I didn't say it in that awful voice. But how old are you to even buy these things?..."
“I've been teased a lot by colleagues these past few days since I got little Hunter,” Caleb told you. “But since I think you also like plushies, I wanted to make something for you.”
"Thank you." You smiled, lovingly rubbing the doll he sent. “I like little Cal, but he's going to miss little Hunter very much. You mentioned that they were a couple. It means they should not be apart for too long, right?”
A fast little image that came into my mind after reading this tweet.
All fluff🩷
“Hey cutie,” it says right in front of you and you lower the book you’ve been reading the last hour since Rafayel was in the bathtub.
You are greeted with his hand and bath bubbles shaped in the form of a little whale. Rafayel holding it out to you with his straightened hand, water droplets drip down his violet hair and run along the smooth skin till they are tucked in at the fluffy white towel that is dangerously low and wrapped around his sexy hips.
“You bring me another bubble art?” you giggle at him, already used to this silly gesture he always does when he is in the warm water for hours. He goes into the bathroom and at some time he comes out, gifting you a little artwork of bubbly white foam, and vanishes again in the bathroom.
It's adorable and makes you fizzy and giggly every time he does it.
“Can't risk you forget about me, yeah?” Rafayel winks at you with a Cheshire grin.
You take the little bubble whale with utmost care “It's adorable, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” yo the little wiggling figurine and send him an appreciating smile.
And with a little peck on the crown of your head, he strolls back into his watery abode.
God, words can't describe how much you love this man you think as you poke the little whale in your hand.
When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City (Part 10)
Pairing: Rafayel x reader
Content: isekai!reader, twin!MC, fluff, hurt, angst, romance - we have it all, spoilers for myths and story
Word count: ~ 1200
Authors Note: *drums and cheers* the tenth part!!! OMG!! Who would think that this story would grow that big?! Me not, I tell you! Thanks to everyone who is still on board and participating in this wild ride. Without your comments and tags, I don't know if I would have the motivation to keep this going. I’m really not a person with so much patience 😭 So thank you very much for accompanying me here 🩷 This chapter is a bit shorter, due to my rough week. I didn't want to let all of you wait that long. So here you go 🩷
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“She’s here?” a vaguely familiar voice cuts through the all-consuming darkness.
“Yes, Sir. We’re able to capture ‘Unicorn’ again. She is also prepared for your research,” a cold neutral voice answers obediently.
“Perfect, good job. Start with the basic tests. I want the results asap.” orders the first one coldly. “Especially the energy stats from the aether core.”
Then the voice gets closer, “I knew we’d meet again, Miss Hunter. Welcome home,” a false friendly whispering in the darkness before it fades away into the void, leaving nothing as silence and shadows behind.
Terrified by the nightmare you just had, you stir awake. The setting sun throws deep orange rays through the dome of glass that adorns Rafayels luxurious bedroom. You are alone and the world around is serene, only some screams of seagulls are heard along the rhythmic crashing of waves.
What did you just dream? It felt like you were captured somewhere dark and freezing. Neither could you see nor could you move. And what about these voices? They sound so cold, and neutral… like scientists or something. That one male speaker somehow rang a bell… if you only could remember why.
Carefully you sit up in the huge bed, and the wound at your waist immediately starts to protest harshly. A dull pain radiates from the injury, signaling it’s time for more painkillers. In addition, your stomach grumbles, and you feel a little nauseous.
Like a signal the wooden door to the bedroom opens and Rafayel enters balancing a tray quite elegantly on one hand as he closes the entrance again with the other.
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” he greets you with an affectionate smile. “How you’re feeling?”
“Hey,” you smile back, weakly, but you do your best. “My side aches,” you answer him honestly, knowing how upset he was as you tried to act tough the last time he asked this.
“No wonder, time for your meds.” he places the wooden tray on the counter beside the bed and sits close to you on the edge of the mattress. “I’ve made some seafood soup. Easy to digest and full of good stuff that helps you get your energy back.”
His radiant smile doesn’t leave you unaffected, and you take his hand, pressing it lightly. “Thank you, Rafayel,” and after a second “for everything. You know you don’t have to do this, right? I would also be fine at the hospital.”
The purple-haired man shakes his head violently. “And leaving you to suffer under Dr. Snowman? Nu-uh. No way, cutie. You’re better here with me and there’s nothing the doctor and nurses do, that I can’t,” he says with a little adorable pout.
That gets you to chuckle, but the pain makes you stop immediately. Is he a bit jealous?
“Hey, no laughing,” comes his chide softly and a warm hand touches your forehead. “ Already forgotten that it hurts you?” a little wink. “Still no fever. That’s good.”
The hand leaves you and Rafayel pulls the wooden tray onto his lap. Now you can see that it is painted with some fish and underwater scenes. Even this isn’t spared by Rafayels creativity, you think with a little grin. A steamy dish with a delicious-smelling soup lets your mouth water, which takes up most of the space on the tray with a filled-up glass and a tiny plate with some pills.
“Here. Careful, it’s hot,” he blows onto the silvery spoon before he feeds you slowly.
And there Rafayel says he’s bad at taking care of others, you think. The whole day he was nothing else than attentive and soft towards you. You don’t know how you ever manage to leave him once the day arrives. And you’re sure that time will come. You haven’t forgotten that you’re not at home here, even if it gets harder to remind yourself of that with each passing day and hour. But you’re only on borrowed time, you don’t belong here. And your heart throbs with these thoughts. How can you live a normal ordinary real life after you have met Rafayel? An existence where he’s just a fictional character in a game? You don’t know, and it feels like your heart is ripped off your chest. A small tear escapes your eye and runs down your cheek where it is caught by the thumb of the man in front of you, the one you fall in love with even more after all this time here.
“Hey where’s this little pearl coming from?” worry laces his voice and sunset eyes search your gaze, filled with adoration and tenderness.
You blink a few times, not wanting to burden Rafayel with the sadness that engulfs your mind. Now it’s not the right moment for this kind of talk. And maybe he wouldn’t suffer as much as you, once you were back in your world? At least there will still be the MC by his side.
“It’s just the injury. It starts to hurt like hell,” seeking refugee in another truth. Not able to retort his worried gaze you look at the wooden tray, that’s securely on his thighs. “Mind helping me to take the meds? I don’t know if I can hold the glass by myself.”
“No need to ask. Here.” Rafayels voice sounds a bit hoarse as he reaches out to you with the pills and the glass of water that stood beside the soup.
Does he suspect what you’re thinking about right now? Maybe he senses the ache in your heart, who knows? Trying to distract him and yourself, you ask him about your twin. “Any news regarding her disappearing?”
Rafayel only answers with hesitation. “Maybe. Her hunter’s watch has been found,” and he cradles your cheek in his warm palm. “Please don’t make yourself guilty for it. You didn’t know what would happen. The Anhaunsen class isn’t fully researched since there are only a few in every generation. I know she’s still alive and whatever happened we’ll find her.”
You gaze back at him. “We?”
“Yeah…,” now he looks somehow distressed and annoyed. “Xavier and Dr. Zayne insisted on helping with searching for her,” then he scoffs. “Can’t believe I actually have to team up with those weirdos.”
You inhale sharply, unsure if you should scold Rafayel or laugh about his behavior. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave,” he winks at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “For now.”
You laugh, and he continues feeding you the rest of the soup.
“Now go to sleep again.” Rafayel tugs you back into the soft sheets. “I’m right here if you need me,” he gestures to the other side of the bed.”
With your mortified look he smugly chuckles. “What? Do you think I’ll do something to you? After I cared for you? Wouldn’t that destroy all my efforts in getting you healthy again?” he mocks you and goes to the adjourned bathroom. “Don’t worry, cutie,” and with a cocky grin “ And if you think about to ambush me in my sleep, I don’t need to be afraid about that. You’re weak like a baby right now.”
Oh, how much you wanted to throw a cushion after him, but you can’t even hold a glass. So you only shout after him “Rafayel! You!”
When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City (Part 11)
Pairing: Rafayel x Reader
Content: isekai!reader, twin!MC, fluff, hurt, angst, romance - we have it all, spoilers for myths and story
Word Count: ~ 1900
Authors note: More hints what happened to MC and we‘re going towards the climax of the story with big steps!
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“Sir!” a startled voice calls through the omnipotent darkness. “Is something wrong?” now it sounds terrified.
The other voice, the one you’re sure to know somehow answers coldly “You dare to fool me with those hilarious test results? Do you think I earned that Doctor title in a lottery?”
“No, Sir, no. Of course not. We made the tests as always and I assure you these results are correct.”
A snort is heard. “Step back, I’ll do the tests myself!”
Devices beeping and other unfamiliar noises, as well as angry mumbling, but you can’t understand any words, and then deafening silence again.
Sudden quick steps return, the strange sounds repeat and the muttering gets louder.
“That can’t be, are these devices broken?” the oddly familiar voice again. If you only could remember where you heard it before…
“Sir, these devices are premium quality, the newest that our company has developed lately. These are the actual results from the core of ‘Unicorn’.”
“The energy is too low” the second voice mumbles again, “This shouldn’t be possible… except…” Then some frantic rustling of clothes and hurried steps before they come to a halt with a screeching sound.
“Was there something unusual that happened in that park where you gathered the subject?”
“Yes, sir. Two days before there was an immense rise in unknown meta-flux energy. But it caused no harm to the surroundings, so it was nothing of interest to us.” the first voice responds confused.
“Don’t do anything until I’m back, I need to check on something.” quick steps recede, and darkness swaps over you again.
You barely hear the first scientist calling after the one leaving “Dr. Carter! What does this portend?”
You jolt up, screaming the name you last heard in your strange dream, only to collide with your forehead to something hard.
“Ouch!” two voices call out in unison, yours and Rafayel’s.
You blink a few times to adjust your sight only to see him sitting beside you and doing the same motion as you: rubbing your forehead that aches in a dull pain.
“Do you need to attack me that harshly?” the artist whines and more dramatic antics leave his now pouted lips as he’s done with soothing the pain caused by the clash of your heads. “Is this how you show your gratitude to your caretaker?”
Confused you look at him. What is he even talking about? In one moment you’re trapped in that weird nightmare and the next second you bump your head with the Lemurian. What was he about to do that you knocked into each other at your sudden jolt?
“Why were you even this close to me? I was sleeping, Rafayel.” eyeing him suspiciously.
He sits upright, retorting your gaze with some worry in his sunset eyes which are darker now in the night, looking more purple than blue.
“I was aware of this, silly girl.” he teases back a little. “But you were tossing around, sighing, and distressed about your dream, so I tried to wake you up before the wound would open up from all the throwing around.”
Rafayel sighs dramatically, raising his hands to emphasize his words “Then you jolted up like the mummies in those horror movies and gave me quite a noogie.” And with a grin full of mischief “I know you’re quite stubborn, but it seems your head is far thicker than I expected.”
You squint at him and bump his shoulder the nearest to you with your fist. “You!” only to groan in pain at that. But at least, you have some of your usual strength back.
Along the movement, another ache shoots through you, one that quenches your heart in pain. He did not talk about you, he spoke of her, your twin, the woman at his side.
„You mean her - she’s stubborn. Not me, Rafayel. You met me only two days ago.“
And with gritting your teeth you stab your heart with the proverbial knife. You aren’t even sure, why you feel the need to hurt yourself like this. Maybe as a reminder that you are the copycat here, that you are the mistake that doesn’t belong at his side, and you don’t even know what hurts more - the knowledge of being a replacement or that you aren’t in her place, to begin with.
Suddenly your vision is filled with purple hair, eyes like the setting sun over a blue ocean, and plush pink lips drawn into a soft smile.
“Yes, I met you two days ago, cutie. But you always have been stubborn, regardless of timeline, universe, or life. It’s one of the things about you that never changes and that I adore with every string of my heart that belongs to you. Our souls are intertwined - we made a promise everlasting. Even if you forget it every time, I do not.“
Rafayel’s gaze flicks to your lips for a second, his sunset eyes filled with a sudden longing as he says that with such a soft tone and equal genuineness. If you didn’t already sit, your knees would give up beneath you.
Your heart bumps heavily in your chest, and butterflies threaten to let you throw up. Heat rushes up your face, and you hurry to focus elsewhere. How could he say something so casually and then look at you like he wants to kiss you?
Two fingers are placed under your chin, turning your face gently back towards him. „Now let me take a look at your wound, yeah? It started bleeding.“
A few minutes later the bandage is changed, this time without Rafayel setting your whole being under fire.
“Indulge me, princess. What were you dreaming about that you nearly broke up the stitches.“ he finishes the renewed dressing with another cute bow at your unharmed side in front of you.
“I’m not sure.” you frown, not without blushing lightly from the new nickname. “I didn’t see anything and I couldn’t move. I just heard voices, they sounded like scientists, and I was their test subject. And the last thing I heard was a name. Dr. Carter. I know this name and his voice felt familiar but only when somebody calls after him with the name sort it out.“
Rafayel locks eyes with you, frowning now himself. “Quite the peculiar dreams you have there, cutie. Who is this Dr. Carter? Someone from your world?“ he steps back to make a last check on his finished attempt to re-bandage the injury.
“That is the strange thing, Rafayel. Dr. Carter is working for Xander Sciences, a company in this world. They experiment with Protocores and something with implementation into people’s bodies as far as I remember from the game’s sources.“
The Lemurian now taps his index finger against his lip, apparently deep in thought. “And you felt restrained and couldn’t see anything?”
You only nod, worried about what goes on in his mind. “What are you thinking?”
But instead of answering your question, Rafayel picks you up in his arms and makes a beeline out of the bedroom.
“Hey, what are you doing?” you call out, irritated about his behavior.
“Bring you to the living room, cutie.” an aloof answer, if it is the most normal thing to do.
“It’s the middle of the night!” you protest further.
His two-toned eyes flick to you before he focuses on walking with you to the other room, a smug smile tugs at his lips. “You won’t sleep anyway after this nightmare, yeah? So we’ll make the best of it.“
Shortly after, you are placed onto the big orange sofa gently, supported by some of the blue-patterned cushions.
“Tell me exactly what you dreamt of, would you?”
You recall everything from the last two dreams, every feeling, every spoken word, and Rafayels mimic turns more and more serious with the longer you describe the happenings. You finish, and his gaze is dark and infused with an underlying intense fire. All the time you talked he stared into the void, listening intently. Now his burning eyes are back on you and the heart in your chest starts beating nervously. Rafayel looks like he wants to murder someone, the red in his eyes more prominent, giving them a dangerous lethal look.
“This wasn’t just a dream, cutie. It seems you two have a mental connection. She’s been captured somewhere, and I’m going to find out where this is“
Your breath hitches. Could this be true? You were in her mind, her body even?
“But how? And why are you so sure of it?” you ask him curiously.
A little smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his gaze gets softer again, the blue fighting its way back into his astonishing eyes.
“The resonance, princess. You were able to take over her wound as a result of both your evols resonating. And I guess since you shared the same frequency since then, you get some feedback from her senses.” his head dips a little to the side and his shoulder twitch upwards “or something like that. I’m no evol scientist, you know?”
Now it’s your turn to stare into the void and sort out the new information and impressions.
“So, we have to assume she’s somewhere at Xander Sciences?” you finally conclude, and Rafayel adds “Or at a research facility of Ever, since they took over Xander a while ago.”
You sigh and he grabs his phone, starting to type away swiftly.
“Rafayel? What are you doing?” your confused expression gets you a cheeky smile from the purple-haired man.
“Activating some contacts and my new teammates. Since we have a hint, it’s time to minimize our search radius. Ever is a powerful company with facilities and institutions all over Linkon City, you know?”
A memory plops out of your mind “Can’t you just… sense her location with your fishy sense?” you straightforwardly ask him and the half-irritated and half-amused gaze you get from Rafayel is worth being captured with a camera.
“What do you mean with ‘fishy sense’?”
“Well… this thing you do - how was your wording once - to sense your follower?” you lock his gaze, curious if this is also one of his skills here since not everything seems to be exactly like in the game.
Rafayel laughs out shortly before flicking your forehead with a cheesy smile “Where do you get such ideas? I’m not a wandering echolocation device!”
“But-” you start only to be interrupted by him “Shush! I wasn’t done!”
And now you’re the one pouting, shoving your bottom lip out so that it flaps over. A thing you unwittingly do in such situations and Rafayel gives you a little grin and a short gaze to your lips before his eyes are back to yours.
“I can sense my beloved, but it doesn’t work like you think. It’s not that exact, silly girl. And your presence makes it even more difficult. So we need to rely on ‘ordinary’ methods, yeah?”
Sighing you accept that there isn’t an easy solution for this and your gaze wanders to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind you, admiring the night sky with a full moon and countless stars. One is even twinkling in a crimson-red hue before it suddenly vanishes with a faint flapping noise.
Hey! If this isn’t too much too ask can you do a chapter with like it’s the mcs birthday and they celebrate it with rafayel
Dear Anon-san,
It might already pass your birthday, but I do hope you enjoy this piece. Happy (belated) birthday! And thank you for sending me this ask 💙 I had a magical time writing it.
A Day In The Heart Of The Ocean
It was your birthday, and Rafayel brought the entire ocean to you.
── .✦ Rafayel x Reader (MC)
♡︎. Tags: fluff, birthday fluff, magical, Rafayel in his merman form, a really short fic.
♡︎. Word count: 687w
── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.
You had no clue why Rafayel insisted on you staying the night at his house until you awoke the next morning and found yourself in some mystical realm.
There were numerous flower petals of all sorts scattered over the bed and floor. They created a carpet beneath your feet. You remembered sleeping in a room that was not like the one you were seeing: a genuine aquarium with walls that recreated the ocean. You reached out a hand. What a surprise! The front wall was actually made of water! You even felt tickled as the tiny fish swam across your fingertips. You rubbed your eyes. Were you dreaming still?
Following the flower carpet spread on the floor, you left the room. Everything out there was even more magical. It was as if Rafayel's entire mansion had sunk to the bottom of the ocean while you were asleep. While admiring the water from the window, you pondered what was going on here.
You must find Rafayel. From the living room to the kitchen and his studio; everything was vacant. You wanted to go out to the garden to find him, but the main door was locked. At that time, panic struck you.
“Rafayel? Where are you?!"
You kept calling his name. In response, there was only the sound of the ocean chanting lullabies. Everything was blurry as if you were in a dreaming state. You squeezed your arm till it ached. No. You were not in a dream. Then why were you here?
At that moment, there was a light tap on one of the windows. There was no one outside, only a school of jellyfish passing by. One of the two doors was ajar, but not a drop of seawater spilled inside. You moved closer and pushed both windows open.
The most melodious song ever to your ears was played. It seemed far away, yet so close. You glanced around, searching. Rafayel's garden was completely submerged in water. And then, you found him.
That was not Rafayel as you knew. In front of you was a merman.
Feeling your presence, Rafayel turned around and smiled. His eyes sparkled a soft blue. His ears had been replaced with those of a mythical creature undersea. And his legs had vanished, leaving only a long merman tail with each layer of scales emitting an aura. He instantly swam to your side, leaning on the window sill. His face and bare chest leaned inside the room to be close to you.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
You were still astounded by Rafayel's merman form. You had seen him like that before, but this time it was entirely different. He took your hand and asked:
“Are you ready?”
"Huh?"
“This is my gift to you,” Rafayel explained. “Today is your birthday after all.”
You let out a loud "oh". You did not even remember that it was your birthday. Rafayel had given you such a big surprise. You stammered:
“You... remember?...”
“Of course I do, silly!” He laughed. “Who do you think that could prepare all this for you in just one night?”
“How did you?...” You could not find any words to describe this place anymore.
"Exceptionally surprising, isn't it?" Rafayel smiled triumphantly. “This is the very first time you celebrate your birthday with me. Of course I have to make it a laaaaaaaaasting memory you won't ever forget!”
“Thank you… Rafayel…” You were so touched that you could start to cry.
“Follow me,” Rafayel gently squeezed your hand. “The entire ocean today will be yours alone, your highness the princess.”
Rafayel placed a kiss on your hand, and before you could do anything, he pulled you into the sea water. You battled for a long while, fearing that you might drown. Then, you were surprised to discover that you could open your eyes and breathe normally in that environment.
You glanced at Rafayel. He clutched your hand firmly while you were both floating above the garden. Even though his lips did not move, strangely, you could hear his voice clearly. He was singing in Lemurian.
(from prev blog) anon asked: Happy bday!! This is my first time using tumblr so idek if this is the right place to ask or if it’s too late! But I was wondering if you could write a Zayne x reader drabble for your 30 event 🤍
I saw someone make a rose out of snow by pressing snow on a card and wrapping it around a stick; I think it’d be so cute for Zayne to do that for the reader while they’re walking back home or smthing (even tho he could use his evol this is cuter 😭)
一翦玫 (one cut rose)
zayne; fluff; i rly said fuck the word limit with this one whoops
─── 黎深 THE MORNING DAWNS in a painful, world-swallowing blue, not a wish or whisper of clouds in sight, and Zayne knows that it’ll be cold enough to blister. He can always feel the winter creeping into his bones, twining between his muscles till they ache for something, for anything.
You’re bleary in his arms when he shakes you awake, and the way you peer up at him through sleep-heavy lashes makes his entire world shimmer down to the size of this bedroom, of your tiny groan as you try to bury your face in his pillow and swat him away.
“C’mon. I’ll walk you,” he says, voice indulgent in the way it only is when he’s speaking to you.
The snow crunches fresh and true underfoot, and he watches as you bloom beneath the robin’s egg sky, head tilting back, your breath twisting up in a thin spiral of white mist as you let out a long breath.
“It’s so beautiful out!”
“Careful, or you’ll slip,” he admonishes, tugging you off a small snowbank back onto the sidewalk. You pout up at him even as he adjusts your scarf.
“Killjoy…” you mutter, and Zayne scoffs, tugging on his own turned up collar.
You pass by an old man selling flowers on the street corner, and you skip ahead to press a bill into his hand, telling him to keep warm even as he smiles and hands you a flower. Zayne watches, a tender happiness threading up his throat as you turn back to hand him the flower.
“For your desk,” you say, “to add some color, or else people are gonna think you’ve got no personality.”
Zayne takes the flower and studies it, a rose in shocking lemon-rind yellow. He brings it up to his nose.
“Thanks.”
You grin up at him, looking pleased and mischievous both.
“Now you owe me a flower too!” you say. Zayne regards you with a contemplative sort of look before turning and continuing down the street. You pout, jogging after him.
“Fine, fine — you don’t have to give me a flower — I was just —”
“You’ll get one,” he says, reaching into his pocket for a credit card. Stooping down towards a mound of untouched snow, he scoops up a thin layer on the card and begins his work, pressing each layer around the previous one, using the heat of his hand to melt the “petals” till they curl into one single snow-white rose.
You gasp as he finishes his work, dusting his hands off on his jacket.
“It’s… beautiful! But… how am I gonna carry if there’s no stem?”
At this, Zayne tsks, summoning his Evol, and you watch with bright eyes as a crystaline stem forms from the base of the rose, extending out, glimmering leaves unfurling in ice as he hands the flower to you. You take it between delicate fingers and smile as you lean in to take a whiff.
“It won’t smell like a rose,” Zayne says, tucking his hands back into his pockets, watching as you stare down at the miraculous flower, “that’s not something my Evol can do just yet.”
But your smile is brilliant as a winter’s morning as you turn back towards him, clutching the flower to your chest, “It’s okay — it smells like winter!”
“Does it now?” Zayne asks, amusement twinkling behind his eyes, “And what exactly does winter smell like?”
You twirl the white rose between careful fingers before shooting him a truly heart-stopping wink —
“It smells like you.”
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a/n: a few words of explanation -- the trend that anon is asking about can be see here, its rly very cute. also, the title of this fic is a "play" on the popular 一剪梅, aka the "xue hua piao piao" song LMFAO, where i changed the "梅" meaning "plum" from the song title to “玫" from '玫瑰" or "rose" since both 梅 and 玫 are pronounced "mei3". i thought it was a fun little thing to do and the actual song itself is about winter and snow so! :)
This thought popped into my head how would the L&DS react to seeing the MC sleeping with their eyes open, I did this once and my roommate thought I was dead 😂😂
Hi Annonie!! 🦄🩷
Thank you for your request! This one made me laugh while reading. I could imagine the reaction from your roommate 😂
So I decided to start working through my pile of requests with this little funny ask and hope you enjoy! 🥰
Zayne
First time he saw you sleeping with open eyes as you were children, and he was at yours for a sleepover with Caleb and you
So he knows that it sometimes still happens and seeing you laying in his bed, eyes wide open, Zayne just huffs a little and shakes his head
Walking over to you, he shakes you gently to wake you enough for telling you to close your eyes because it’s not good for your eyes. They dry out and the next morning you would have a headache and itchy eyes, in addition to having just a bad sleep.
Half awake you subconsciously listen to his order and sink back to sleep, now with closed lids
Rafayel
Not noticing first that you fall asleep in his couch eyes open, he would continue telling you a story from Lemuria
As your breath got slower and less heavy he turns around to see if you fell asleep on his shoulder again
But your eyes are open, and you’re not moving, laying on him like dead weight
Rafayel totally freaks out on the inside, worrying that you close to death the way you look
Cradling your face in his palms, his sunset eyes wide open, calling out your name in a high-pitched, thrilled voice
You blink a few times, waking up with him just a nose length away from your face
Now You’re both screaming in surprise, and you need good amount of time explaining to him the special condition you sometimes happen to sleep in
Xavier
Seeing you on his beanie bag, motionless and with open eyes he would panic first, heading over to you and checking if you’re still breathing
Recognizing your steady breath Xavier figured out you’re obviously asleep with eyes open and he calms down
Smiling about this strange habit of yours he just cuddles around and taking a nap with you
Sylus
Sylus first thinks you’re playing a prank on him, getting back to all the times he mocked you
Since you’re not reacting to his teasing words towards you, he closes the distance and taking a closer look
Sensing that you’re actually asleep and just have your eyes open he can’t help but feel a little proud
Knowing it’s a good tactic of soldiers to fool enemies, he admires this technique and is proud having such a little fighter on his side
However, he is worried about your health and sleep quality, so he whispers into your ear that you’re safe and to close your eyes
Content: fluff, romantic kisses, some mildly suggestive hints
Word count: 500
Authors Note: here you go lovelies, a small fluffy and romantic Drabble after I tortured you with a whole bunch of angst with the latest posts 🤭
Sitting in front of one of the big floor to ceiling windows, cuddled deeply into Rafayels arms, your legs spread out between his, as you both are watching a glorious sunset behind the glass. His back is leaned against the window frame and his gorgeous eyes mirroring the sight outside, blue and pink—the setting sun that touches the ocean.
You‘re not talking much, just enjoying the proximity of each other, basking in body warmth and some last sun rays that are falling through the huge windows in front of you.
Rafayel has you wrapped up in his cardigan, hanging low on his shoulders, so it reaches around your body. His arms holding you and the cloth at your belly.
You’re always fascinated by his artsy hands with the long elegant fingers and some paint beyond his manicured nails. So you start playing with it idly, stroking along the smooth skin, admiring each millimeter of these skilled limbs that aren’t only able to paint.
On his middle finger at the right hand sits the ring, one of a pair he designed and personally carved the big blue stones for it. Rafayel never takes it off, not even for creating his art. If some paint dropped on it, he rather scrubs and cleans it for hours instead of letting it hang on a chain around his neck.
Your own fingers glide along the veins at the back of his hand now, gently mapping every ridge, the valleys and hills that make the bones and joints.
„Are you searching for something on my hands, cutie?“ comes his voice, quiet and soft, his breath tickling your earlobe.
Startled, you stop for a second before you continue to fiddle with his fingers. „No. Just admiring your hands, my love.“ you admit smiling warmly.
Rafayel chuckles lightly, his chest vibrating at your back. His artistry limbs caging your wandering fingers gently, guiding them to his lips and placing a feathery kiss on the tips. „My hands aren’t just for painting, you know?“ he winks at you with playful twinkles in his unique eyes, his voice drop to a seductive husky tone.
Laughing at his suggestive hint, you turn your upper body halfway to meet his gaze. „Oh? Mister Rafayel, you have to show me because I‘m afraid I can’t remember what you‘re hinting at?“ you flutter your lashes and play innocently.
His bluish-pink eyes widen for a second in surprise before mirth is setting in, and he leans his head closer to yours. His gaze flicks to your lips and back. „Don’t worry, my darling bodyguard. Let me show you everything again till you can’t forget it anymore, yeah?“
Soft pink lips meet yours in a sweet gentle kiss and you find yourself relaxing and sighing into it, not aware how much you missed the feeling of it despite the fact that you stole each other’s kisses throughout the day. You‘ll never get enough of his warmth, the taste and the scent that comes with it.
LaDs Short:
Mephisto and the aphrodisiac Chocolate
Pairing: Sylus x Reader & Mephisto
Content: bird fluff, drugged mephi
Word count: ~ 300
Authors note: my first draft for mephis version, when the little bird accidentally eats aphrodisiac chocolate. In the final version I went with a head cannon-form to fit with the sylus part. But in this first draft I wrote it like a mini-fic and wanted to share it because I just loved doing this part—and dusting off my drafts😂🩷
Mephisto is suspiciously clingy today. Usually he hops around you or just sits on the balcony rail of your flat.
But now, he constantly wants to sit on your shoulder and rubbing his head on your checks and under your chin like a small feathery cat. Or if you sit at the table he hops on it, incessantly tips his beak at your fingers or rubs his body onto the back of your hand, gently cawing and chirping. Some unfamiliar sounds from the half-mechanical crow.
And every time you shove him aside, he’s back in an instant and continues his efforts with rubbing himself at you. What is wrong with this bird today?
You love this little birdie, but it starts to get really annoying and tiring. So you call Sylus and tell him to get his crow.
“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” you hear is sleepy voice on the other end.
“Hey. Sorry to wake you, but Mephisto is acting really strange the whole day. Can you call him back and check out what’s wrong?“ you nearly plead into the speaker because said bird is already on you again.
For a second there’s no reaction, just cloth ruffling and some bumps are heard. “Don’t apologize, kitten. You should know by now, that you can call me anytime.“ Again you hear some muffled noises and Sylus sighing. It sounds like he is dressing himself. “And for Mephisto, he shouldn’t be at yours. What’s he doing?“
You need to grab the annoying black bird again and get him out of your face before you can answer Sylus. “He’s clingy! Since he came a few hours ago he constantly is on me. I can’t lift one finger whithout Mephisto’s affection.“ The birds protesting caw is heard as you pin him down the table you stand at.
I'm in that mood where I like to torture the boys again 😓😓 so, like, may I ask for something where they react to MC falling in love with someone else (not the main 4) idk i just think it would be absolutely hilarious
When you love someone else…
Hi Anonnie!! 🩷🦄
Oh, I did something similar to this already! This mini-series you find in my masterlist, named „Decision“. But there the reader has to decide between the boys in different constellations and how they react in that case. But I didn’t do it with another than the main four.
So here we go. Prepare yourselves some tissues, this is going to be hurtful, possessive and heartbreaking!
You have fallen in love with a young man that sells flowers and bouquets at a stall in front of the Hunter Association HQ. Every day, you’d got flowers from him, and somehow you started talking and after a few weeks even dating each other. He confessed to you recently, and you accepted his question to be with him, not wanting to wait any longer for any of the other men in your life…
Zayne
Zayne asks you during an examination why you haven't spent any lunch break with him in the last weeks and if something is wrong between the both of you
And so you start to tell him of your new boyfriend
In that second he completely freezes for a second, the stethoscope halting in midair as he was to put it back in its place at his coat
His eyes marginally grow wide before every emotion subsides and a complete neutral gaze meets yours
“Does he care for you?” is his only question, stated in his calm and soothing voice, and you nod with a bright smile, completely unaware of his reaction to your revelation
As you leave Zayne’s office to meet your beloved outside, he watches you walking away from his doorstep, not aware of the devastation and longing in his eyes
Soon after Zayne throws himself in even more work, spending every free second in surgeries or important research
He even takes a months-long trip to Mt Eternal, helping Dr. Noah, trying to forget about you, even if you are the reason he does what he does.
He still is your primary care physician even if most appointments were done by Dr. Greyson now
You only get to see Zayne twice a year, his eyes devoid of emotion when looking at you and his demeanor even colder towards you. He’s being the complete professional doctor he should be from the beginning…
Rafayel
Rafayel finds it out you are together with another as he surprisingly wanted to pick you up after your last mission
Seeing you holding hands with that guy from the flower stall, he nearly wants to throw up on the spot
In unspeakable cruel pain he touches the hidden mark on his chest, but retracts his hand nearly immediately as he slowly strolls up to you and the other man
An awkward tension is built as you introduce the two men with each other
Rafayels cold gaze checking out the other guy, but to your concern he says nothing
A sweet smile that doesn’t reach his eyes is sent to you and asking how long you two are together.
You feel a bit interrogated as Rafayel asks some more about your relationship with your love, but you answer him honestly nonetheless.
And after all “Well, I don’t need a bodyguard anymore. That’s why I came here today, miss. Thank you for your extraordinary services“ a little grin at his ambiguous choice of words towards the other man “I wish you all the best.” before he turns around, leaving you completely stunned.
Back in his atelier he breaks down, letting his anger and disappointment roam free in form of his flames devouring every art piece that reminds him of you
Hours later he walks into the ocean, resolved to never return again. Why did he wait so long for you, making every effort to protect and court you? And there you are, throwing yourself into the arms of that other man.
As you want to visit him at his atelier for explanation why he fired you so suddenly, all you find is a burnt ruin and a handful of pearls laying between the ashes. As you look to the ocean, the waves are adorned with some beautiful sea foam that shimmers purple and blue in the faint sunlight…
Xavier
Xavier meets the two of you in front of your apartment as you kissing another man
Suddenly all the lights in the building go off, and pitch black darkness surrounds you.
You scream out in surprise, not knowing that it was Xavier’s evol causing the black-out
Just seconds later the lights are back on and you see the silver haired hunter in the hallway, staring at you with dark and cold eyes
But he isn’t glaring at you, no he locks a deadly hunter gaze with the man you kissed just before
Xavier is striding towards the two of you with the movements of a predator hunting his prey
“Won’t you introduce us?” he is asking you, deadly calm and not even spare a glance at you
As you explain your relationship to your neighbor, your boyfriend says he’s better going, seemingly sensing the danger that Xavier is emanating
With a faked polite smile, Xavier demands to escort him out of the building, not giving you a chance to intervene, he just want to talk more with your boyfriend
As you start your work the next day, Xavier has vanished, and you’ve been told that he took all his collected vacation at once and won’t be at your side for months
Sometimes you’ll get reports that some tenebrae are killed in the N109 Zone, but that is all that relates to Xavier
Some weeks later these reports stop and Xavier is back, doing missions with you as nothing has happened.
Surprisingly your boyfriend broke up per text message two weeks ago and even his flower selling stall is missing. As if he never existed despite the short message on your phone…
Sylus
Sylus learns from your relationship via Mephisto
As the bird reports him, that you’ve been seen kissing another man during a “business meeting” he looses his composure and his “partners” are gone
He sends a bunch of text messages asking if you had fun and if you’re now to busy to visit him
You’re concerned, knowing that there was more between you and the leader of Onychinus but both of you never admitted that openly
Texting him that you’re in a relationship and that he has to stop observing you
Sylus never answered to your last message
The weeks and months after this he’s just sitting in his base, watching the reports Mephisto made from his observings
Everyone in the N109 zone doesn’t dare to approach him, because they never saw their boss this cold and heartless before
Luke and Kieran the only one still able to talk to him, but with utmost care because his temper is uncontrollable, and his patience really is nonexistent now
The complete territory is in fear of his ruler
Like a crow in his nest he sits, waiting for you to return to him, because what does this man have that could satisfy his kitten long term
hello ms ira! i am new on the LnDS train but but oop the boys are keeping my mind busy 🥰
But,, at the moment,, i am craving some angst/hurt/comfort so may i request something of the style? (Feel free to refuse if too out-there) : a reader/MC who's in a funk: just unable to keep up with life/ feels unworthy about their companion cos can't catch up to them (in her mind)/ [or if from canon- just a spiral of grief over everything that happened in story] and is in a snappy, touch averse mood, how would the boys handle?
(sorry if rambly, english is not my nativetongue and i was trying to get the idea correct + color coded so it isn't too messy,,, either way, have a flower 💜💐)
Hi Annonie!! 💐🦄
Thank you so much for your request 🩷 don’t worry, it was all clear to me and I hope I did it like you imagined 🥰 I‘m not a native English speaker myself, so please don’t worry about it!
And welcome to the game and coming with us in the rabbit hole named Linkon City ☺️ do you have a favorite already? If not, it’s totally fine! The boys are all gorgeous in their own way 😍
Zayne
Zayne would be your rock in the storm if you‘re snappy and anxious
Both of you know each other long enough that he knows it won’t last long, at least if you treated for a good meal
So Zayne would invite himself over to your place, despite your words that bite him, preparing some delicious meal as you are ignoring him
The gorgeous smells luring you into the kitchen like a moth to light
And he would start a casually small talk over the pots and pans to make you comfortable with him again
After eating your meal he would ask you what’s wrong and telling him your thoughts about struggling and not being worthy of him
He would pull you to his lap, embracing you in his arms and the honest words about how how much you mean to him and how you are in his mind in every minute would soon make your head dizzy
And if you need help with anything you can tell him. Zayne would be happy to help you in any situation that makes you struggle or even doubting yourself
Rafayel
You denying him touches? Don’t won’t to hold hands? Snapping at him?
Oh be prepared to meet pouty Rafayel at its best!
He would looks so pitiful, throwing his best innocent sad baby face look, his eyes wide and round and so innocent, at you and oh the drama!
Don’t you love him anymore? Have some crabs at the beach taken away your heart?
You wouldn’t last long in your own bad thoughts because this would make you giggle and eyes rolling till your dizzy of it
You‘ll never have the chance to ignore him for long, be sure of that
And after this point is settled and he had caught you in his arms, he genuinely want to know what’s wrong and that you can tell him everything
You can be all yourself around him, just don’t refuse or ignore him
And if you‘re feeling unworthy of him, be sure he would prove you wrong. Your his muse, his beloved, his mermaid bride, his everything.
He waited so long to be reunited with him, how could you think so low of yourself
Soon after Rafayel has prepared the most romantic date ever known to mankind, so that you never doubt yourself and your worth, or his love for you, ever again
Xavier
At your refusal to be touched by him Xavier would freeze and a second after you get his most innocent blue eyes look.
Like a beaten puppy he gazes to you, asking if he did something wrong
You stare back, feeling your anger and pityness slowly vanishing as he looks like that
With hesitation you tell him how you’re feeling. That he is such an extraordinary man and you‘re nothing as strong as him
His gaze would soften, taking your hand in his he tells you that everything of him belongs to you and that nothing will ever change that
You‘re his most precious star and your light outshines everything else
And then he takes you to a nap in his arms. There’s nothing a good nap can’t heal, especially when you’re doing it together with him.
Sylus
Sylus would be most unfazed on the outside, but be sure that he’s terrified of your refusal to be touched by him or talking to him
Yell and snap at him as much as you want, he can take it. He even teases and mock the shit out of you, until you let out all that bothers you
He stands there, hands in his pockets and with that all infuriating smirk that fuels your anger even more
Soon after you are breathless and burned out from the emotions that washed over you
He takes you into his arms, carrying you in your shared bedroom you’re going to be pampered by him,
Be sure that after this your body and soul were worshiped in all ways you can think of. Whatever you need to feel better again, he’ll do it!
Shopping tour? Say less, you have his black card. Kisses and cuddles for the next three days? You have his lips and hands never leave yours. You need him in a more rough and carnal way? He’s all in. Escaping the N109 Zone and going on some vacation? Everything is booked within the next hour.
Hello! Could I please request a Zayne x reader where Zayne helps the reader study for her med school exams?? Thank you <3
Dear valyvinny,
I didn't get the chance to finish this request during the summer, so here it is now, for back-to-school season. I hope you enjoy this little piece <3
I'm not sure if you had an exam by the time you sent me this request? But if you did, I hope it was well.
Thank you so much for entrust this idea in my hands. Take care~
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── .✦ Zayne x MC (F.Reader)
── .✦ Tags: childhood friends, fluff, sweet, short fic, late night study session
── .✦ Word count: over 800w
── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.
The silver moon hovered in the pure sky. The crickets had stopped chirping, and the cats were casually wandering on the roof. The entire neighborhood was in a peaceful sleep. Only the light from the half-closed window in your room remained brilliant.
You covered your mouth and yawned deeply. Documents, paper, and pencils were scattered about your desk, along with sweets and pastry wrappers. You were in your jammies, absolutely comfortable, with your hair a little unkempt. You should have fallen asleep a long time ago. But you sat there, with a remarkably strict "teacher" by your side.
Doctor Zayne was checking the assignment you had just completed. You wonder why it was so late, but he still seemed attentive. He was always neat, from the clothes he had not even changed out of when he showed up at your house right after work, to the very concentrated, serious expression on his face. As expected of a brilliant young doctor. A moment later, he returned the paper with a bunch of red circles on it.
"Do it again." Zayne spoke, and you sighed heavily. But you did not dare tell him to go home because he was there for you. There was just one month till your long-awaited medical school admission exam. You must work harder than your best.
Ever since you met Zayne as children, you had admired his family. His father and mother were also renowned doctors. Zayne eventually enrolled in medical school and became a doctor at a very young age. You must admit that your decision to pursue medicine was primarily due to his efforts. Zayne and his family inspired you, and you wanted to one day stand by them.
So, starting in the tenth grade, you focused on studying medicine-related subjects. Fortunately, Zayne agreed to become your tutor. He studied with you for hours after school. There was just one month remaining until you could reap the fruits of your efforts. But the closer the exam date got, the more nervous you became and the longer the hours Zayne stayed at your house.
Doctor Zayne arrived at your house as soon as he finished his duties that day. After a light supper prepared by Grandma, he and you spent hours reviewing. You would occasionally stop for treats. Sweets kept you awake. Even though Zayne warned you that you would get cavities, he enjoyed these sweets too and shared them with you.
It was past midnight and you were quite sleepy. But Zayne would not let you rest until you finished solving all these exercises. You reflected about it and were unable to figure out what went wrong. Obviously, you followed his directions. You scratched your head for a moment before realizing where the problem was.
“Doctor Zayne! It's not because I was careless that I made a mistake here. It's because your handwriting is so hard to read!”
Zayne's eyes widened as he looked at your notebook where he had written the solution to the assignment on it. He seemed offended.
“Are you making excuses for your mistakes again?”
“No! Clearly this word..." You pushed the notebook close to his face. “Here! I'm not sure what these words are anymore… Are those helminths?”
Zayne grabbed your wrist to pull the notebook out. His brow furrowed when he looked at you.
“Will they teach me how to read a doctor's handwriting in medical school?”
Zayne lightly tapped your forehead.
“Ouch!”
"You should focus on your studying and yet, you keep thinking nonsense." Zayne said. He then took the notebook and crossed out the notes with a pen. After that, he meticulously wrote down each new word. “Is this easier to read now?”
“Sure.” Zayne returned the notebook to you, which you gladly accepted. “While I study hard, shouldn't Doctor Zayne also brush up on his handwriting?”
“You should worry about yourself first.”
Despite his apparent displeasure at having his handwriting ridiculed, Zayne meticulously rewrote each line of previous notes for you. While working on your assignment, you secretly looked at him and smiled to yourself.
Doctor Zayne was so concentrated on what he was doing that he failed to notice his little student had fallen asleep on the desk. He gently shook your shoulders awake. But you brushed his hand away while dreaming.
“Helminths… Go away…”
Zayne grinned slightly. Perhaps all you needed was a good night's sleep to refuel your spirit. You had been studying really hard, not only in the last few days, but for many years. He believed you to pass the exam for the school you sought and become his colleague.
Gently, Zayne lifted you into his arms. He put you on the bed and helped you cover yourself with the blanket. You turned slightly but did not wake up completely. He remained on the side of the bed, watching you for a little longer. His fingers softly pulled away the strand of hair that was obscuring your face.
You once made a bet that if you could get into medical school, Zayne would date you. Even though he did not answer you at that time, he had been waiting for your great news. Before leaving, Zayne leaned down, gently kissed your forehead and whispered:
“Sleep well. I'm still waiting for the day you win the bet."
With the appearance of other MLs and side characters.
── .✦ Tags: AU, childhood, fluff, sweet, birthday fic, MC and other characters are children, flashfic
── .✦ Word count: less than 500w
── .✦ Ky Ky's notes: This little piece is my entry to a LaD Hotel Discord event.
── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.
When MC and Caleb arrived at Zayne's house, all of their friends were present.
Rafayel was out in the garden, conversing excitedly with the fish. Sylus sat with the crows atop the tree, staring down and smirking at her. Xavier was cuddled up on the sofa, enjoying a nice nap. In a corner of the room, Yvonne was instructing Greyson on how to correctly hang the lovely banner. Thomas and Jeremiah were playing video games together. She also caught the twins Luke - Kieran trading hoods and masks, confusing everyone and making it impossible to tell the difference. All was present, just like at school. Only the birthday boy was yet to appear.
She anxiously fixed the bow on her head and gripped the cookie basket safely. Caleb saw this and softly patted her hand.
"I'm sure Zayne will like your present!"
She nodded. Since being adopted by Grandma and Caleb and moving to the area, she had made many new friends. Including Zayne. It was his birthday. She requested Grandma to help her make frosted sugar cookies for him. She was quite nervous to offer him the gift in person.
However, before Zayne showed up, her cookie basket was almost empty!
When Zayne's mom placed the cookies on the table, everyone wanted to try. One for each person. Everyone praised how delicious MC's baking was. In the blink of an eye, the plate was empty!
“Huh? Where did the cookies go?” Xavier asked sadly.
“I whink Wywus aw em allllll!” Rafayel replied with his mouth full of cookies. (“I think Sylus ate them all!”)
"Boss has to eat a lot to grow quickly!" Luke and Kieran spoke at the same time.
Even though the party was still fun, she felt bad since she had not left any cookies for Zayne. Later, she caught him in the garden alone. She said:
“Sorry Zayne. I… I wanted to give you cookies…”
Zayne noticed her sadness and replied: "It's fine. I don't really like cookies.”
It was as if she had been struck by lightning. She exclaimed, gasping for air, and clutched the hem of her garment with both hands.
"Z-Zayne doesn't like… my cookies?…"
Seeing that she was about to burst into tears, Zayne panicked.
“It's not like that. I mean… Please, don't cry… I'm sorry.”
It was too late. The faucet from her eyes had just been opened. She cried out, confusing Zayne even more. Regardless of what he said, she kept on weeping. Even if he made a snow seal for her, it would not be enough to fix the situation. At last, he took her into his arms and caressed her back.
“Be good… There there…”
Zayne's warmth caused her to stop sobbing. She snuggled into his arms. It was his birthday, but why did she feel like she was receiving a gift?
Fortunately, Zayne's mom had quietly kept some cookies just for her son that day.
In another universe where you and Zayne grew up together without ever being apart, you have the chance to celebrate his birthday with him.
Happy birthday to our dear Zayne!
── .✦ Zayne x F.Reader (MC)
── .✦ Tags: AU, fluff, sweet, trope: childhood friends to lovers, really soft fluff, i was literally melting while writing this piece, birthday fic
── .✦ Word count: 2k2
── .✦ Ky Ky's notes: This fic was inspired by Zayne's birthday card "Eternal Attachment", especially the part where he and MC imagined what would happen if they grew up together.
For all the Zayne's girlies out there, I wish you have a blast on his birthday and all the days to come.
── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.
Where The Osmanthus Whispers
"Thank you for taking care of our boy, as well as celebrating his birthday with him on our behalf."
You responded to the two individuals on the laptop screen, saying:
"It's nothing to worry about at all."
"Every year, we are fortunate to have you there. Otherwise, we can't bring ourselves to relax. Even though Zayne is a grown-up, taking care of his health and spending time dating are still things that concern the two of us the most."
When you were unsure of how you should respond, Zayne's mother piped up:
"Oh my! Why did you mention that? Look how she's blushing! Surely they're really happy together, right, dear?"
Auntie immediately turned around and asked, startling you. You attempted to clarify:
"Ah, the truth is we aren't..."
"I know you'll take excellent care of Zayne. But hey, if he does anything to upset you, make sure to call and let me know! I will always stand by your side!”
"Auntie, we are not—"
"That is all!" We have to go now. We entrust Zayne's birthday celebration to you again this year!"
"—dating…"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
You grumbled and glanced at the screen where the call had just ended. Zayne's parents traveled away from home for business, but every year they sent him presents from the places they visited. This year, as previous ones, the present package was delivered to your address. Surely Zayne's parents knew he was too busy at the hospital all day and night to return home, so they sent it to you instead.
Every year, it was just you and Zayne celebrating his birthday together. When you were children and his family was still around, you went to his house to celebrate. Now that he had grown up, Zayne no longer wanted to throw large parties. Sometimes he even forgot his own birthday. If it were not for the wishes and presents from his parents, or the cake you brought to his place, he would probably let the anniversary slip away into oblivion.
Come to think of it, Zayne's present was sent to you, his birthday party was organized by you, his parents somehow always assumed you two were dating... If only it were like that!
You reclined back on the sofa and turned on your phone. The first name that appeared on its contact list was invariably Zayne. You tapped the call button.
After a ring, Dr. Zayne's face emerged. He was not in the office, and the scene behind him made it clear he was in the hospital cafeteria.
“I'm here.”
You smiled as a greeting. “Is Doctor Zayne on his lunch break?”
“Several colleagues invited me to lunch. What about you? Not skipping lunch, are you?”
“Nope.” You replied. “Your parents have just called. Your present has also arrived at my door."
The corner of Zayne's mouth, which was always straight, curled up a bit before swiftly returning to its natural shape. But you managed to capture that moment.
“I will fetch it after work.”
“Hello, Doctor Zayne! Can I ask you something about this morning's meeting?” A female voice sounded very close. That was not Yvonne's. Zayne nodded back to the person whose face you could not see, then he said to you:
“Is there anything else you want to share with me?”
"No." You answered a bit bluntly. Something ugly and unpleasant began to awaken in your mind.
“I'll see you later then.”
Zayne spoke. Then the screen switched off. You laid down on the sofa and glanced up at the ceiling, mind buzzing with the conversation at Akso Hospital a few days before.
Long story short, you were telling Nurse Yvonne about your plans for a celebration on Zayne's birthday. Greyson overheard it and volunteered to help. During the discussion, he mentioned:
“Recently there have been a lot of female interns coming to the hospital. They all appear to be big fans of Doctor Zayne. Aren’t you jealous?"
"Erm…" You were confused for a second.
Greyson shook his head, as if he had no choice but to deal with the situation. "You're too subjective. Although Dr. Zayne is incredibly devoted and trustworthy, a little jealousy like this may spice things up and bring the two of you even closer to each other."
“I… Wait, what are you talking about?…”
After then, you were forced to spend half an hour listening to Greyson as the "guru" of your relationship with Zayne. Apparently, he, like everyone else, believed you and Doctor Zayne were romantically involved. You attempted to find a way to clarify it, but Greyson did not give you a chance. So you wondered how a person who claimed to know so much about love like himself could still be single.
In your room, you rolled back and forth on the sofa. At last, you decided to stop being concerned about it and focus on arranging Zayne's birthday party, which was just around the corner.
Everything went according to plan. Even Zayne, who was undoubtedly aware of the surprise party planned for him, followed your requests in a more obedient way. Thanks to the help of Doctors Riley, Greyson and Yvonne, the birthday party at the villa in the woodland happened especially warm and pleasant. Zayne was also genuinely delighted.
But it was not the only present you had prepared for him. As a child, Zayne's parents once told him, "The blessing given to you by the first stranger you meet on your birthday will supposedly come true". That was why you made the effort to ensure that the first person he saw on his birthday morning every year was you. This year was no different.
Zayne arrived at the destination on time. The modest food truck you rented in the forest was stocked with sweets and pastries. Zayne sampled all of the treats, but his absolute favorite was the frosted sugar cookies that you made by yourself. Following that, he proposed that you two go for a stroll around.
The osmanthus woodland was dyed yellow. The mellow fall sunlight, along with the crisp air, was quite pleasant. The dry leaves rustled under your feet as you ventured alongside Zayne. After a time, you decided to break the stillness:
“Last night, I dreamed of something very strange.”
Zayne slowed down and looked at you, wondering: "Is there any dream of yours that isn't strange?"
You threw him a glance, then laughed:
“It really was! Well, I dreamed of us in another world. There, Zayne moved far away from me when he was a child. We didn't keep in touch anymore. When we grew up, you became Doctor Zayne, and I was your patient.”
Zayne remained silent so you could finish your narrative, but he gazed at you as if he were anxious that your dream would come true and the two of you would be separated for a prolonged amount of time.
"In my dream, I always regretted not being with Zayne on your birthdays... But, if we really lost contact with each other many years ago, do you think we would see each other again?”
"Of course." Zayne responded without thinking too much. "Because of your negligence and lack of knowledge about health care, you would most likely need to visit the hospital on a regular basis. Then we would meet again."
You frowned. "Look who's talking! Last year, you tried to work on your birthday. It wasn't until late at night that you returned home to celebrate with me. If you didn't get a break this year, you'd definitely spend the entire day at the hospital, right?"
Zayne's footsteps came to an absolute halt. You had both just arrived at the lakeshore. Sunlight and osmanthus flowers appeared to pour gold into the lake. Shimmering. He turned to you and replied:
"Since someone took the trouble to organize a big birthday celebration for me, I must participate wholeheartedly. Otherwise, she would be extremely sad."
You smiled.
“I know that Doctor Zayne constantly prioritizes the health of others. But to me, your health is equally important. Come to think of it... The me in that dream didn't get to celebrate birthday with Zayne every year... She had many regrets. If we hadn't grown up together, things would be very different now, right?"
“That's right,” Zayne replied, “The me in your dreams would not have someone to celebrate his birthday with every year. The box containing his presents from someone important would be empty. No one would ask him to help with homework but ended up falling asleep instead. He would not know who to comfort with ice cream. His sleeves would not get wet because someone's hand was holding too tightly when they went to the beach for fireworks together. His shadow beneath the moon would be very lonely on the long road..."
Zayne hesitated. He reached out to pick up the yellow blossom that had just fallen onto your hair.
“But even so, he would try hard to see his childhood friend again. They would be together again, making up for all the regrets during the time they were apart. They would always have each other in the later years. Just as we are now.”
For a moment there, you were unsure of what to say. Emotions surged in your heart, driving you to cry. You suppressed it, turned to face the lake and said:
“I really admire the me in that dream. Because she was free to express her feelings to Zayne… Because she wasn't…”
"Wasn't?" Zayne inquired out of curiosity.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering, if we weren't friends who grew up together, would things be clearer? For instance,... your parents, colleagues, classmates, patients, and others would not misunderstand the relationship between us..."
"Misunderstand?"
Confusion appeared on Zayne's face. You observed a golden flower descending onto his hair. Standing on tiptoe, you assisted him in taking it down. All of a sudden, Zayne grabbed your wrist. His eyes locked with you.
“Are you saying others are misunderstanding us?”
"Yes." You responded quietly. “They think we're… well… dating.”
“Are we not?”
"Huh?!"
The wind whistled. Flowers and leaves rustled together. Above your head, below your feet. But the sound of your heart beating was louder and clearer than anything. Zayne's hand traveled gently around your wrist, eventually grasping the osmanthus flower you were holding. He separated your fingers so that they would interlace with his.
"In the past, when I was about to leave home to attend a far-away school, there was a girl who gathered all of her courage to tell me this, 'Zayne, don't date anyone! I'll grow up soon! Wait for me!’ I kept my word to her. But it appears she has already forgotten what she told me."
The skin on your face was heated. You made an effort to turn away to hide your shyness, but Zayne frantically ran his hand through your hair, keeping your face toward him. You muttered:
"I was still a kid at that time... You skipped many grades and transferred to Linkon… I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore…”
You had said those words, that you wanted Zayne to wait until you grew up. You did not dare to consider the possibility that he would grow up before you did and eventually date someone else. You would no longer be able to be with him. Those childish words of yours were still kept in his heart until this moment.
“That's why I tried to study hard and looked forward to visiting you every weekend. I waited until you graduated, until you started your career. I counted every day off to be by your side. I don't expect you to recall what you said to me in our childhood. But, given how you are always at my side, taking care of me, and sharing your life with me, I assumed everything was obvious by now. That we belong together.”
“Well…” You tried to reorganize the words in your tangled emotions. Zayne and you had always been together like this. You had long been more than just friends. But you were always terrified of crossing that boundary just to discover he would not have the same feelings for you. The bridge of your nose burned slightly as you pressed your face against Zayne's massive palm, which had always protected you.
"I regret not expressing my feelings properly to you sooner." Zayne spoke gently. He took a step forward and hugged you. “Honestly, I am not good with words. I believed that simply being close to you was enough to convey my feelings. But it concerned you even more, which was not my intention."
You smiled softly, arms wrapping around Zayne's back.
"I wasn't certain I was that special in Zayne's heart. So I kept hesitating, doubting you, doubting myself... Now I understand. I know that I am able to freely express my feelings to you, just like the girl in my dream. Thank you, Zayne.”
Zayne's breath merged with yours, carrying the aroma of osmanthus and pastries. He whispered:
“Then I should learn to express my emotions even more. Starting now.”
Zayne's golden gaze focused on the corner of your lips. His fingers caressed your face in such a delicate manner. You smiled, eyelids half-closed. He leaned down to offer you the most tender kiss of all. Osmanthus blossoms fluttered in the breeze, delivering to you and Zayne the blessings of autumn.
Would it be alright to ask: how would the lnds boys (alright I'm biased🫣, Rafayel) react if they find MC singing to themselves, like hardcore vibing to a song, with headphones on and forgetting the entire world. The song could be romance, pop genre, anything that MC loves (I'm imagining MC to have a decent voice but hits off-key notes now and then cos they are excited about the song)
Thank you for your time 😊😊
Hey lyris 🌸
Thank you for stopping bye and sending me this cute request 🦄🩷
I‘ve done Headcannons for all the boys and a little short fic for Rafayel, since you said he is your favorite 🥰 (mine too hihi 🤭) That’s why I needed some more time in this case.
Hope you like it and it is what you imagined 🩷
Zayne
He catches you singing and dancing in his office as you have waited for him to take his lunch break together
A bit late he enters and sees you totally engrossed in a song, dancing around with your hand phones on, not noticing that he’s finally there
Frozen in the door step he smiles his little grin, eyes widen just a little and amusement diving them in warm hazel hues
He closes the door with an extra loud noise, and you jump, startled from the sudden bang
Mortified you see that Zayne is finally there for lunch. You stop the music player and awkwardly greeting him
“If I had known you could sing that well, I would have asked you to prepare a show for the children in the hospital as you’ve waited for me.” not without a subtle teasing
Embarrassed you turn crimson red and just ask him to sit down already and eat together
Xavier
Wakes up in an empty bed without you. After a heart-stopping moment he hears you singing outside the bedroom.
Entering the living room he sees you singing into the mob which you are meant to clean the floor with.
You notice him immediately and stop, pulling your headphones down and stuttering an apology for waking him up
Xavier just laughs, the cute sound leaving you warm and fuzzy
“Didn’t know that you had a voice of an angel.” he walks up to, grabbing your hand bringing you close to him
“Mind singing me a lullaby, my sweet angel?” he whispers before kissing you hungry.
Sylus
You put on a record, one of his many vinyls he gathers in his living room and now your dancing and singing along, having the time of your life
Sylus had a meeting as he silently enters, hearing the music already from far away
Amused by your performance he strides to you in long steps, catching you in his arms
“If you need a singing partner you could’ve just say so, sweetie“
Gasping you turn around and poke his side “no, thanks, you can’t sing!”
Rafayel
Rafayel is working on a nearly finished painting, completely engrossed in his artistic doing as he hears some strange sounds reaching out to him like the whispers of a ghost haunting him.
First he thinks he’s imagining things, but the noise doesn’t stop. And distracts him so much that he has to interrupt his creative process and need to look at what causes this ruckus.
He wanders around the atelier and locates the kitchen as the origin of the sounds. Slowly, not knowing what awaits him, he strolls to the room.
As he arrives at the doorstep to his kitchen he freezes, completely taken aback from what lies before his eyes.
You are dancing around the white kitchen island, swinging a spoon like a drum stick at the pots on the stove causing those high notes he heard before, or using it as an improvised microphone. And if the drumming wasn’t enough, your voice overrules it all.
With full passion you sing out loud the songs that are playing in your headphones, unaware of the man watching you from the door frame.
He doesn’t make himself felt, staying where he is and a warm smile creeps into his face that lets his unique eyes sparkle with joy and affection.
Rafayel leans at the door frame, now engrossed by the performance and grinning like a love struck idiot. He notices that you’re not bad at singing, just missing some tones here and there, because it’s clear that you hadn’t been taught how to be a singer.
His hands in his white pockets, he observes the show, not willing to interrupt the beautiful sceneries. You look so happy and radiant right now. If he didn’t already love you by now, he definitely would now. Who would know this hidden talent of his darling bodyguard.
You make some spins and twirls at what had to be the finale of the song as you freeze to the spot. Noticing him your mouth gape open and a second later you whip off the headphones and nearly scream his name. „Rafayel!?“ you lay down everything on the counter beside you. „How long are you already standing there?“ you ask him with a deep red blush creeping up your face. How embarrassing that he watched and heard your silly behavior. Of all people why is it him?
The man in question chuckles and striding up to you, taking your hands in his and beams at you with tenderness and love.
„Long enough to admire the beautiful siren voice of my beloved.“ as he pecks you a light kiss on your heated cheek. „ there’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know? Just some little singing lessons and we can easily perform a concert together.“
You throw doubting gazes at the purple haired man in front of you. „You‘re exaggerating, Ayel, you just say this because you are my boyfriend.“
„No cutie.“ he refuses with a dramatic flip of his fingers through his bangs. He genuinely smiles at you.. „We could take over the whole singing world together.“
„But then my beautiful and talented girlfriend would have even less time for me… „ He ponders with his hand on his chin.
You laugh amused „My clingy and needy boyfriend!“
Rafayel just winks at you before he leans in and gives you a proper kiss, cradling you closely in his arms.
