rafayel has been in a sour mood all morning. for weeks you’d been telling him about your plan to go on a morning hike to a gorgeous waterfall for your anniversary. you planned on setting up a yummy picnic at the remote waterfall once you got up there, telling him you’d bring his favorite foods.
rafayel would joke around, saying you’d have to carry him up the mountain. you laughed.
you should not have laughed, because as it turns out, rafayel hadn’t been joking in the slightest. he expected you to carry him the entire 10 miles!
…telling him that you wouldn’t be carrying him didn’t exactly go over well. rafayel pouted and trailed behind you for the first mile.
on the second mile, he ‘twisted’ his ankle on a rock the size of a pea, crying out to you for help.
on the third mile, he leaned on you while you helped him walk.
on the fourth mile, you realized he was faking his injury and left him behind, walking ahead in frustration.
on the fifth mile, rafayel caught up to you. “cuuutieee, aren’t you leaving something important behind?”
you scoffed. “raf, i’ve been telling you to prepare for a 10 mile hike for weeks now. if you can’t keep up, that’s not my fault.”
rafayel gawks at you and places his hand on his damp shirt. “wah! i can’t believe you would scorn me like this on our anniversary of all days!”
you stop and turn to him, sighing deeply. “i’m not trying to scorn you, i’m trying to get to the waterfall before the food spoils- which is very heavy on my back, by the way. i want to have a good anniversary with you, so can you please stop pretending like you aren’t capable of a simple hike- because i know you are.”
on the fifth mile, rafayel took your backpack and carried it with a smile on his face, chattering your ear off while he kept a casual pace beside you.
at the end of the fifth mile, you’d finally made it to the beautiful waterfall!
rafayel waded in the water while you set up the picnic, making it look cute for your annoyance of a husband (whom you still love dearly).
after eating, the two of you go for a dip in the water, the chill welcome against your sunkissed skin.
his mood had greatly improved being in the water, laughing and splashing around. he was nothing like the pouty man he’d been earlier in the day (thankfully).
you squealed as he spun you in the water and pulled at the strings holding your bathing suit top up. “rafa, stop it! what if someone comes up here!?”
rafayel laughed and pulled the stringd completely undone, watching you clutch the soaked fabric to your chest. “i guess they’ll have a show, won’t they?”
“raaaf.” you growl, hiding your amusement behind a glare.
rafayel smiled and hoisted you up over his shoulder, wading towards the waterfall. “relaaaax cutie, you have your plans, i have my plans. hold your breath.”
you suck in a deep breath of oxygen just in time for the heavy water cascading down off of the rocky cliff to pound onto you and rafayel.
rafayel sets you down in the water, and you look at the cave around you. it’s mostly dark, only lit by the lighting coming through the waterfall. the sounds of the water crashing echoes in the space, making you speak louder just so he can hear you.
“how’d you know this was back here?”
rafayel just winks at you in response, as if the cave was his little secret. his damp fingers trace over your bare chest- because of course the waterfall knocked your top the rest of the way off- and his eyes twinkle as he watches you. “now i’m the only one who can see my beautiful bride like this. the anniversary night is supposed to be just as big of a deal as the wedding night, you know? humans have lost their sense of celebration over the years, but i’ll remind you.”
and remind you he did- he had you sitting on the edge of a rock, rafayel’s head between your legs. he sucked on your clit loosely, drinking up both your juices and the stream water that was lapping over your pussy.
the slurping noises were barely audible over the rushing of the water, but your moans were definitely loud enough for rafayel’s ears.
he smiles against you, looking up at you while suckling your clit and teasing your slit with two fingers.
your hand reaches up to thread into the wet hair that lays against his face, clenching around the tips of his fingers at how he looks up at you.
he has a slight smirk and dark eyes, making his pink and purple irises pop. his free fingers trail up to circle your hardened nipple, ghosting over the goosebumps pebbling your skin.
“cold?” he murmurs, mouth full of your pussy.
all it takes is a nod from you for him to pull away, hoisting you up and walking you to the mouth of the cave, pressing your hands against the cool rock.
“maybe the water will keep you warm, hm?” he presses against your back, wet lips brushing your neck with every word.
“or maaaybe, you need to be warmed…” he slides his leaky dick through your folds, feeding you inch by inch. “...from the inside.”
“uhhh huhhh.” you whine, fingers slipping on the wet rock, but trying to grip onto it regardless, as rafayel starts fucking into you slowly.
he wraps an arm around your waist and his other hand grips your wrists, pinning them against the cave wall.
rafayel picks up his pace, driving up into you harder. the spray from the waterfall hits your face as you pant, staring at the crystal water flowing just inches away from your bodies.
“mmh- ‘ayel-” you whine and try to pull your wrists out of his grip.
rafayel’s fingertips dig into the plush of your hip, using it as leverage to pull you down to meet his strokes. “hmmm? what is it my cutie wants now?” he lets go of one of your wrists and guides the other one to the cascading water. “do you want to feel the water? is that it?”
you nod and try to grip the water, pulling your other hand off of the rock wall. rafayel tuts and gives a particularly harsh plap! of his hips against yours.
“nuh uh uh, be nice and keep your hand against the rock if you want me to keep going.” he says, voice dripping with a false sweetness.
you grunt and grip onto the wall with a newfound motivation, keeping your other hand under the waterfall and focusing on the way it trails down your skin and off of your arms in thick rivulets.
rafayel, pleased with your cooperation, pulses deep in your walls and growls low in his throat. he changes from long strokes to shallow ones, fucking up into you so hard you’re forced up onto your tip toes.
“‘such a pretty waterfall, raf’” rafayel lovingly imitates your voice, “‘you’ll love it!’. mmmh, what about you, my beloved bride, do you love the waterfall?”
fuck the waterfall! the only thing you could focus on was how the curve of his dick was kissing up against your cervix on every other stroke, making your vision white out in the corners. “mmhmmmm-”
he laughs at the strain in your voice, hand slithering up between your breasts and resting on your collarbones. “tell me, which do you like more: the waterfall, or being fucked by your husband behind it?”
you clench around him at the truth behind his filthy words, earning a grunt from him. “being f-fucked-! fuck! cumming-” you squeal out.
you grip him tighter than you ever had before, hand searching for purchase that you don’t find in the cascading water.
rafayel moaned with you, his hand on your collarbones pressed you back against his chest as he buried to the hilt inside of you. hot cum spurts deep inside of you, mingling against your cervix.
luckily, the rush and crash of the waterfall managed to cover the sounds you two made behind it.
through pants and whimpers, rafayel nuzzles against your neck and leaves lazy, open mouthed kisses there. “happy anniversary, my beloved.”
“raf?” you murmur sleepily.
“mmm?” he responds, just as sleepily.
“go find my bathing suit top.”
a/n: i got carried away with this , it was supposed to just be the smut !!
rafayel finds out his daughter didn't inherit his artistic talent ...
you and rafayel both stand in the gymnasium of your daughter's elementary school, heads tilted to the right, staring at a canvas.
it was art gallery night and tons of kids were dragging their parents to their artwork, excitedly pointing details out. (the kids were young, there weren't many details to show)
your daughter, ever the extrovert, was with some of her friends and their parents, looking at their art and explaining it the way she'd seen thomas do with her dads paintings many times.
rafayel frowned and gestured to the... dog? pig? human on their hands and knees?? you still weren't entirely sure what your daughter had drawn. "the proportions are all off for a dog, the tail is too long and the face-" he leans in and squints, only to pull back, horrified. he turns to you and whispers loudly, "it has three eyes!"
a few parents turn and glare at rafayel, not pleased that a parent is criticizing their child's artwork so publicly.
"did my artistic genes not carry over- oof!"
you give rafayel a sharp elbow to the ribs, making him gasp and rub at his side, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
"stop being mr. qi- world famous artist. you're dad right now. the painting is, err.." you look at the less than stellar artwork and shake your head. "abstract, yes, but your daughter made it, that's what's important."
rafayel's furrowed expression smooths out and he turns back to the canvas, examining it through a new light. "hmmm. you can see her individual brush strokes." he mutters, a smile threatening his face.
you nod and point to a few visible ones. "mhm. no one's first painting is as good as rafayel qi's- not even his daughters." you say, joking.
he shook his head and let his eyes slowly trail over the canvas, taking in every cloud and tree. "no. this is more beautiful than anything i've ever painted."
"papa!!" your daughter squealed and ran past her classmates, jumping and clinging to her dad's side. "do you like it? i painted it just like you do!"
rafayel smiled and hoisted his daughter up like a koala on his side. "i love it, mon artiste. i'll have thomas frame it for the house."
your daughter giggled happily, wrapping her arms around her dad. "i tried to make it perfect for you, i wanna be an artist just like you when i grow up."
your husband turns to you, his lips pulled down in a frown and his eyes flooding with tears at his daughters sweet words. you snicker slightly and pat his cheek, pressing a kiss to your daughters lavender hair. "i think that's very sweet. all that's left for you to do now is sign it so the world knows who made this masterpiece- otherwise, it might get confused for leonado di vinci's!"
"i did sign it, just like papa does!" your daughter scrambles down out of her dad's arms and grabs the canvas, flipping it over carefully and pointing to her signature on the back. it was in the same font style and location that rafayel uses.
...rafayel ended up crying and ranting to every parent he passed about how his daughter is going to be a world famous artist one day. the ugly- no, confusing- no, beautiful painting hung in your living room for years to come.
an: i'm not sure if rafayel signs his paintings in a certain place, google said he doesn't, but if anyone knows otherwise i'd love to know !
the dream starts the same way it always does- you standing outside of your old house, scoffing at caleb as he walks inside.
the door clicks shut, and no matter how much your subconscious screams at you and how hard you try to move your feet, they remain cemented to the ground.
one second passes, then two, then three, then-
you're thrown to the ground, ears ringing and body aching. bright flames swirl in your vision, traveling up into the sky and burning down the only safe haven you've ever known.
the fire is what always gets you. you'd tried running into the wreckage to grab gran and caleb, but the fire licked at your skin, searing and claiming every inch it could, preventing you from piercings it's walls.
your skin ached and itched, begging for reprieve. in the blink of an eye the fire surrounded you and there was no possible way out- this part of the dream never happened in real life and you hadn't yet understood why it was happening. was this the torture you deserved for not saving gran and caleb? maybe they were haunting you, making you feel what they felt while they suffered inside the house, burning alive until they were nothing but ash.
you started screaming and thrashing on the grass, smacking at your skin, begging for reprieve, until finally-
"hey, hey, it's okay." rafayel's says in a low voice, lips pressed to your sweat covered temple. "you're with me in whitesand bay, there's no fire here."
you pant, chest rising and falling quickly, your heart close to beating out of your chest. your hands grip onto the arms that rafayel has around you, rubbing your back softly. "i'm sorry-" you grit out. you'd woken him up. again. likely kicking and screaming- god, he must be tired of dealing with this every night.
rafayel shushes you and presses feather light kisses on your scalp. "there's nothing to be sorry for or scared of. i'll never let fire near you, yeah? as long as you live, you'll never know the sting of flames."
you stay silent in his arms, letting him regulate your nervous system for a few minutes, thinking. you often forgot about your husband's evol, given that he didn't use it frequently. of course you knew that he would do anything to protect you, but had he been doing it more than you thought?
how many bonfires had he minimized so that you would be comfortable? had he extinguished candles whose flames had grown too rowdy so that you wouldn't worry about them tipping over and catching rugs on fire?
for the first night in years, you didn't dream of fire, you dreamt of yourself safe in your husband's arms.
an: i think rafayel's evol is sooo unexplored , i have a few ideas for it i want to write : )
lemurian!rafayel who weaves shells and pearls into your hair, braiding it for hours until it’s perfect.
he makes intricately designed tops for you out of seaglass and his own scales that have shed. he has you try it on dozens of times to make sure the fit compliments you- if it doesn’t look just right, he goes back to working on it.
lemurian!rafayel who found a way to extract pigment from exotic corals, painting your face and body with the colors so you match the blue and red markings on his skin. you spoke of wanting shimmer on your eyelids once and that’s all it took for rafayel to turn scales into glitter, painting your lids with the coral pigment and adding the scale shimmer on top.
after complimenting his gold arm cuffs, lemurian!rafayel takes to learning metalsmithing so that you can be adorned head to tail in his work. he makes himself matching sets, setting pearls and rocks you’ve gifted him into the metal to always have a piece of you close.
though not common for lemurians or any sea creature, you’ve always had a fascination with human jewelry- especially rings. lemurian!rafayel could have easily stolen human rings, of course, but where was the fun in that? he learned to make rings in secret, surprising you with a beautiful wedding ring on your wedding day.
anything for his beloved bride.
a/n: first post yayyyy !! not proofread. divider by @uzmacchiato
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