A/N: He was literally released just a few hours ago and I literally spedran to make this damn fic— fuck, we dont even know a lot about Valko and here I am making a Valko fic. Fuck it we ball, I guess. Also i cant write smut or any suggestive stuff so soft Valko it is, and a silly discussion on whether werewolves technically have 4 ears. Oh and since its a gen!reader, feel free to interpret them with whatever pronouns or gender or sexuality you wish. I also wanna thank Sophie ( @baeshijima ) to which I got the wolf ears petting idea from. Okay enough rambling, here is potentially one of the first few Valko fics (I think) .
Content warnings: none just fluff here , not proofread (fuck it we ball), use of petnames (babe and honey)
Word count: 694 words
Divider by : @diviniyae
The small hill you and Valko found was reminiscent of a romantic film, with the supermoon reaching its peak size and illuminating all beneath it. A gentle breeze swayed your clothes from left to right and the distant sound of crickets added a sense of calm, acting as nature's reminder that neither the both of you were alone tonight.
"I think the moon will look better from there, Val," You pointed to the hill, his eyes following your finger, "Don't you think?"
Valko surveyed the hill from you both stood, his tail relaxed and unmoving. He had tossed his mask aside, revealing the small peaks of his canine teeth and fur, a reminder of his werewolf nature, and a reminder of the many things you liked about him. He grunted, agreeing with your idea.
"Should we head to it?" You asked.
"Sure. You would look beautiful beneath it." Valko answered and started making his way to the hill, with you following in tow. He walked a little slower than usual, allowing you to close the gap his pace placed between you both before your hands once again reunite as you got closer to the hilltop.
You were right. From here, the supermoon was twice as big, as if it reached both ends of the horizon, its bright and luminescent glow brought a gentle sight to the grasses and wildflowers beneath you both. Taking the blanket from the bag you were carrying , gently laying it out for yourself and Valko.
Valko laid down and offered his arm to you, asking you to cuddle him beneath the moon. You couldn't helped but smile and lay beside him, your ears being comforted by the steady beat of his heart. You reached out for his wolf ears and scarcthed them, earning a sigh of relief and small hints of laughter he tried to disguise as coughing.
"You really like my ears, huh?" Valko pointed out.
"The human or the wolf ones?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Both."
You hummed in response, and continued to pet his wolf ears. "Theyre beautiful, even if it means I would have a harder time sneaking up on you."
That made Valko chuckled, "Damn right, babe. How can you sneak up on me when I have 4 ears."
"Guess I have to find some other way," You mused, "Maybe climb the ceiling and wait for you to look up?
"Then you would be breathing a little too loud, which will cause me to look up," He teased and shook his head, "Just admit it, you wouldn't be able to sneak up on me."
You sighed quietly, your hands left his ears and intertwined with his hands, as if they had always belonged there without protest or complaint,like it was the most mudane and natural thing in the world. You kissed your intertwined knuckles, then you kissed the side of Valko's lips.
"You missed," Valko remarked with a smirk on his face. Freeing his hand, he gently cups your face and your lips met his. Most days, Valko's kisses were wild and careless, but tonight was the complete opposite— gentle and soft, as if your lips were made out of the softest night clouds and he can only dream of what it was like meeting your lips. You couldn't help but wish for more. He pulled away moments later, his cheeks flushed with red just like yours,
"There. Much better." Valko said. You only nodded and together fell back into a peaceful silence, your eyes followed the moon and stars while Valko kept you close and only looked at you like you were the most important star and were the very same person that hung every single one.
"Valko, honey?" Your voice broke the silence. Valko tilted his head, "Yeah?"
"Can you kiss me again? Like the way you did it a while ago."
Valko nodded and kissed you again, with the same love and reverence he had for you since the day he met you. When he pulled away, you asked another question,
"Can…can we stay here a little longer?"
"As long as you want you to."
A/N: i need soft valko as much as there will be eventual monsterfucker valko fics out there. i literally wrote this instead of sleeping early, whether i get his personality right or not, idc really but hopefully ill be able to indulge and think about valko more when he officially gets released.
A/N: damn. what the fuck, what was that? valko was gone too soon and during the last day of pride month as well? homophobic behavior i say. make lots of noise people, bring valko back. anyways, this fic is just something i made , nothing crazy, i just need some valko comfort and i hope you guys would enjoy this too. i wanna thank @embetie , @abyssyby, @syynon, @hikentomori,@ameowriii, and @edethereal for the motivation and affirmation for this to get posted. thank you.
Content warnings: pregnancy (does that count? and by extent the usual pregnancy troubles), fluff here , not proofread (fuck it we ball), use of petnames (lovie, lovely, Mr and Mrs. Ao), domestic fluff, valko uses his evol to adjust your jewellery
Word count: 504 words
divider by : @diviniyae
"My weding ring doesn't seem to fit…" You mumble to yourself, hands fumbling with the wedding band you and Valko exchanged in front of the altar, with both of your families standing as witnesses to a love that continues to unfold into something even more beautiful and precious.
Not wanting to give up just yet, you try again, adjusting your hand or the ring , in hopes that either can fit, but your heart sinks when it leads to nowhere.
Dont cry, dont cry, dont cry. You thought to yourself as you place the ring back on one of your trinkets, the ring acting like its crown. The small cherub seem to look up at you expectantly, its little starfish hat making you crack a small smile. You huff, trying to get up from your vanity seat and coincidentally, Valko appears from the door.
He notices your pouting lips and your hands behind your back as you try to stand up, and he rushes in front of you. "You should've called me," Valko says, helping you up before kissing your forehead then down to your lips, "But, more improtantly, are you girls okay?"
You nod, your cheeks flushing red as your hands wannder to your growing stomach, "We're fine, lovie, but there's seem to be a pressing matter that needs your dire attention."
Valko tilts his head, his ears following in suit, "What's the matter?"
"My wedding ring…it doesn't fit anymore," You mention, your eyes falling upon the wedding ring around the trinket's head, "Last week, it fit just fine and now it doesn't! I was wondering if I can get it resized."
"Resized?" Valko echoes, "Where's the ring? Let me take a good look."
You point at the smiling starfish cherub and Valko picks the ring up and observe it, its shine seem to glow in the afternoon sun. He checks it from one side to another, humming to himself as sparks of his metallization evol appear from his fingers and slowly widens the ring until it look just right. "Give me your hand please, lovely."
You give him your hand, and he clears his throat, a familiar teasing grin paints his face " I, Valko, take you, my lovliest lovie, to be my wedded wife," He says and you start to laugh, being caught off guard by the moment. Nonetheless, he remains focus and slips the ring around your finger.
"Does it fit just right now?" He asks. You look down on your ring finger and your eyes sparkle with excitment as you realize what he has done, using his metallization evol to adjust the metal band to fit your finger so seamlessly that it looks natural.
You glance up at Valko and smile, "It does, Mr. Ao," You tease knowingly, "It fits just right."
Valko smiles, his tail swishes from side to side and his ears perk up, "I'm glad to be of service then, Mrs. Ao."
a/n: soft valko save me, soft valko...i love him so much, he'll live on my heart forever alongside zayne and sylus. you were bigger than the whole sky valko
Tags: fluff, established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, reader wears makeup , they kiss hehe, nicknames used: beloved, my beloved (Sylus calls you that) and sy (you call Sylus that), NOT PROOFREAD
A/N: aly ( @deusfoundry ) has indulged me too much once more for sylus x gill propaganda. (sigh) here we go. This is can be interpreted with your self ship or gen!reader too. Also a little bonus scene at the end . Yes the lipstick shade is based on what I used irl (it's also named skinny dipping , a peach nude color).
Wc : 0.3k words
"What do you think about my lipstick?” You ask Sylus, turning your neck towards his direction. He is sitting down on the bed you both share, with a satisfied smile and his ruby red eyes, gleaming with absolutely pride for you.
He doesn't answer immediately but rather gets up and approaches you, his height and build looming over you as he cups your cheeks. You smile back at him, leaning against his calloused palms with a content sigh.
“You look beautiful, ” His voice, deep and sweet— a contrast to his cold and arrogant tone when he conducts business. The side only you saw and a side he indulges in when he's with you, “Absolutely beautiful.”
He lowers himself down, kneeling down as he kisses your lips. You cup his cheeks, pressing him closer to you until you both broke away from it.
You glance back at the mirror, checking your makeup. Everything remains in place, except for one.
Your lipstick.
You looked to Sylus and laugh. Your lipstick transferred to his lips, leaving a visible color and presence that you were there. He laughs, grabbing your lipstick as he brings it close to you.
“Let me.” He says gently, bringing it to your lips now and letting color grace it once more.
“Sy, I can do —” You try to say, but he shushes you.
“I know, but let me do it.” He says again, his voice gentle yet with conviction for you to listen and sit still while he finished the job. He closes the lipstick minutes later, a proud smile on his face as you both looked into the mirror together.
“Beloved,” He whispers with utmost love in his voice. He kisses the side of your head.
“My beloved. ”
Bonus scene:
What shade even is this, sweetie?” Sylus asks, inspecting the lipstick like he held a protocore and was ready to sign a deal.
tags: reader is not MC , slightly proofread established relationship, 2nd POV, fluff, soft and domestic sylus , loverboy sylus, he might not be an early bird but he WILL wake up early and make breakfast for you!, possibly ooc sylus (idk this is my first time writing him lol), use of nicknames (sweetie, baby, love, thank you to everyone who suggested nicknames on my other acc fr), HES WEARING NOTHING BUT A PINK APRON (based on this)
wc: 481 words
a/n: the people (polls) have spoken. The first fic i'll be writing here is a sylus fic, because ofc its sylus and that they are correct. I hope you get to enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also thank you to the people here who suggested pet names for sylus they made my day and helped me out.
taglist (feel free to comment if you want to be added!) : @deusfoundry
Sylus wasn’t a morning person.
The daytime disagrees with his lifestyles and choice of work. He sleeps before sunrise, and wakes up when the sun has reached its highest or was setting. He couldn’t care less, the curtains were too thick in his bedroom to notice the changes anyways.
But here he was. Making breakfast in your kitchen at six in the morning.
Never in a billion years would he find himself awake this early, the sun shining down on him with a gentle gaze that softens his sharp features. He hums an off-key tune from a song you made him listen to last night, the pink apron you used was on his body, covering the front and little to nothing at the back except for a nicely done bow.
He cooks up a few eggs, grabbing some vegetables to add to the omelette before it finishes cooking. He grabs remaining left-overs from last night’s dinner, heating it up once the eggs are cooked. He continues to hum as the vegetables sizzled with the egg, creating a peaceful and quiet morning.
An absolute rarity in his life, prior to meeting you.
He looks up, staring at the window that poured light inside the kitchen space. He smiles, realizing you were there, leaning against the kitchen divider. There was a pleasant and satisfied smile on your face, your hand propped up against the wall.
“Enjoying the view, sweetie?” He asks, his voice still hoarse and husky from the events of the night before. You laugh, staring at him from behind, your eyes darting downwards as you let out a satisfied hum.
“Of course you’re enjoying the view. Come here.”
You went over to him, closing the distance between you both, your arms wrapping around his waist. He laughs, lowering his lips to kiss your forehead before cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and stood up on your toes, trying to reach his lips. Sylus chuckles beneath his breath, seeing your efforts.
“What are you making, love?” You ask, glancing at the frying pan and the plate with an omelette on top.
“Breakfast.” He replies, heating up the leftovers he saw. You smiled at the pan, hearing the oil sizzle. Your hand wrapped around his hip.
“ For both of us? This early?” You mused, leaning against his hip as you stared down at the pan, nuzzling your face against the side of his chest, “This isn’t you, baby.”
“And waking up this early isn’t like me either,” He laughs, a rich and deep tone escaping his lips like running wine. He kisses the side of your head once more, “But for you? I’d do anything. Even if it means waking up at six in the morning to make you breakfast.”
“Now be a good sweetheart for me and set the table. The food’s almost done.”
A/N: idgaf if its habagat (southwest monsoon) season or theres another damned possible typhoon coming in, I wanna curl up with sylus and zayne. The perfect cuddle weather. Also based on this post I made a few hours ago. Idk whats possessing me to write rn instead of sleeping.
Content warning: none (pure fluff here only!), use of petnames (kitten, dearest, darling, sweetie, sweetheart, Zayniepoo), general reader (feel to interpret what kind of gender and biological sex reder has since i didnt mention any), NOT PROOFREAD
Divider by : @/diviniyae
Word count:0.8k words
It wasn't everyday you and your lovers' schedules aligned— for example, when you and Zayne are available, Sylus was in a business meeting.
When Sylus and Zayne are free, it was your turn to be taken awaken by your work.
Finally, when it was Sylus and your turn to be available, your sweetest Zayne was stuck on a grueling 18-hour shift at Asko hospital.
So when your schedules finally align, it was as if the universe was giving you three a favor (or perhaps a reminder) that you are still each other's important people, and that there is a much needed quality time with each other.
Today's instance of your three ever-so busy schedules finally aligning was marked with never ending rain. The winds howled outside the shared home as the plants you three cultivated held onto the soil for dear life, in fear of being swept away by the winds. The rain fills the space with a comfortable sense of cold as you sat by the hearth, with a large blanket that threatened to swallow you whole.
"Hm," Sylus' voice vibrated through the living room, "it seemed that our little kitten is all bundled up." He approached closer and sat beside you, taking the edge of the blanket to cover himself too.
"Where's Zayniepoo?" You asked, leaning close to feel his chest, as your body searched for another site of warmth beyond the fireplace.
"Well, our dearest doctor , is still at the kitchen. Heard he was making hot chocolate for us." Sylus answered and wrapped you around his arms, placing his head ontop of yours. "Why? Are you missing his presence?"
"Just as much as I missed yours."
"Touché."
You chuckled before pulling away . You cupped Sylus' cheeks and kissed him, "I missed you, both you and Zayne really. " You whispered afterwards.
"I missed you and Zayne just as much." Sylus reaffirmed.
While you two cuddled, a soft thump was heard, causing you to pull away. On top of the wooden coffee table was a tray with three cups— one was in the shape of a flower, the one was a deep blue with specks of white, and the other was a vibrant red with a pearlescent shine. The three cups you had brought for Zayne, Sylus, and yourself when you three decided to move in together. You looked up and saw Zayne staring back at you, his soft smile seemed to melt away his sharper features.
"Is there room for one more person?" Zayne asked, and placed a kiss on your forehead.
"Of course," You nodded and guided Zayne to the sofa where Sylus and the gigantic blanket were waiting. Zayne gave Sylus a quick peck on the lips before settling down beside Sylus, letting him be the one in the middle this time around.
As the rain poured harder, the three of you huddled even closer, you cuddled on Sylus's side, hands reaching out for both of your lovers to hold. Whileas Zayne found himself resting on Sylus' lap, looking up to him and you.
"Today's perfect cuddle season," You smiled, kissing Sylus' jaw and Zayne's hair, "Don't you think?"
"You always remark that when we're together." Sylus quipped.
"Well, they have a point." Zayne perked up, "Its a perfect season whenever we're together."
"Even if theres a storm warning?" Sylus scoffed playfully.
"Storm warning or not, what matters is that we're together, despite everything." You answered , then paused for a moment and continued, "The storm warning will pass, and we'll get on with our own personal work, but for now? I say we should enjoy the time we have together."
Sylus and Zayne nodded in agreement with your sentiments. They also understood that their line of work required them to be further away from home, which was why they held you and each other tighter each time, why your hands wouldn't separate wherever you three went, or why they'd come running home once the opportunity presented itself.
Because moments like these were more precious than the prestige Zayne has or the richness Sylus acquired, or your own achievements— it was a kind of love and time no currency can buy and the kind that wasn't written exactly by the stars, but was crafted and made with souls with the intentions to love one another.
As the rain lulled you three to sleep, your hands never left other as you huddled closer for warmth. The hot chocolate slowly cooled, but neither of you three looked up. The world will continue to move, the rain might continue for a few more hours, possibly days, but for now that was neither the concern of anyone involved.
"I love you, my dearests." You mumbled, kissing Zayne and Sylus' cheeks.
"I love you, dear," Zayne mumbled sleepily, kissing your cheek before turning to Sylus to kiss as well, "I love you too, darling."
Sylus laughed softly and placed a kiss on your cheek as well, "I love you, sweetie, " He looked to Zayne next and kissed his forehead, "and the same sentiments for you too— I love you, sweetheart."
A/n: fuck this. I will sleep now hopefully. My damn layout is all over the place i want to CRY
a/n: based on the polls, papa caleb will be next so here he is and his little baby applets! personally, his kids are also one of my favorites ( i love them all equally)
cw: family stuff, babies (3 baby apples!!), mentions of a baby getting sick, mentions of bullying, SPOILER FOR CALEB MYTH but its only mentioned once and near the end
Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha and every caleb girl and boy dad thing I've seen since
ninang aly tag: @deusfoundry (the most proud godmother in this au)
wc: 726 words
now, listen here. caleb wants a medium sized to a large size family and he gets that with you and three little applets
caleb is a proud father of 3 children! 2 sons and 1 daughter.
Gale is the eldest son of Caleb, he's around 8 years old. Besides being the eldest of Caleb, he's the eldest amongst all of the kids in the AU. And yes, Caleb is proud that his kid is older than Zayne's eldest (Aspen)
Literal caleb 2.0 in terms of appearance and attitude (your genes didn't try for him but do not worry! theres still 2 more kids your genes can try)
He's intelligent and quick-thinking even if he can be a pain in the ASS (to you, and his teachers)
Literal classroom crush . Got his father's charms to make people swoon but hes a bit dense as a child.
Plays sports like basketball with his dad. Caleb claims that he's passing down his skills to him.
Follows his father EVERYWHERE he goes, people start to salute and call him as a colonel jr
He loves to tease his younger sister about her secret-not-so secret crush but its his way to cope with the fact that his sweet baby sister likes boys (hes still in shock that his SWEET, ADORABLE, AND PERFECT SISTER LIKES A BOY!??!?)
Next up, we have Lumi! Lumi doesn't stand for Lumine or Luminosity (Sorry everyone). She's around 5 years old and is the middle child.
Now, if Gale is Caleb 2.0, Lumi is you 2.0
She looks like you in every sense except for the purple eyes, a beautiful gift from papa Caleb.
Shes called pip jr by Caleb since she was born as a way to distinguish you and baby Lumi at the time
Daddy's spoiled princess.
She loves to play with other kids outside for the whole day. It only takes Papa Caleb, you , and Gale to round her up when the day is done. She likes to get physical with other kids, and always preferred games that showed off strength and speed. She loves to chase.
Is quite the tomboy. Prefer to climb trees and play rough and do things that people don't expect girls her age to do. It is questioned if thats from you or Caleb.
Despire her tomboy and playful nature, she's a sweetheart to her family and close friends, cherishing the time she spends with them always
Has a secret-not-so secret crush on her childhood best friend
She will not back down from a fight, especially if her youngest brother (Raiden) gets bullied by the other kids.
And lastly, we got Raiden! The youngest and aged 3. The perfect blend between you and Caleb
Very well-loved by his big siblings.
Compared to Gale and Lumi, Raiden was smaller and a bit more sickly, causing everyone to fuss over him (especially Lumi. Their bond is very special like that). Despite being a sickly child, he has the fattest baby cheeks out of the three of them!
He loves to help out in the kitchen and is the family's taste tester when it comes to meals.
Is much more introverted and shy compared to his big siblings because of how protected he was as a baby.
Collectively, they all love their father's cooking. It was something they always looked forward too, no matter how mundane and everyday it was.
They miss their dad a lot , especially when he's away in Skyhaven. They call always (using your phone) to talk and promise that they will visit him too! Occasionally, the family finds itself at Skyhaven to spend the day together and will cling onto him wherever they go.
Caleb is a very protective father. You thought it was bad when it was just you? No, no, it gets worse when those three around now.
SPOILERS FOR HIS MYTH but, you and the children are part of that small percentage in his memories that he can remember and claim as his own truly.
At the end of the day, Caleb does his best to protect and cherish your children. Despite enemies surrounding him at all sides and him trying to grapple with who he really is, he knows one thing for sure: he is their father and he will do everything and anything to ensure two things: their smiles and their happy lives
a/n: now that we got to meet papa Caleb and his babies, that means it'll be a matter of time before papa rafayel and papa xavier and their kids come along too! I hope to finish their kids introduction soon so that I can make little fics, scenarios and incorrect quotes ft. The kids and their parents. And eventually when they'll be adults (but that'll take a while, I want to enjoy writing first as kids and the lads men being trying their best to be good papas) thank you so much for the support so far! I hope you're also enjoying this au and the kids as much as I enjoy writing them!
A/n : I may or may not have been inspired to write this scene from the new banner. I dont know what possessed me to stop my other work immediately just to do this. Will be word-vomiting.
Tags: sylus being love sick, you also being as equally love sick, can be interpreted as either mc or reader and is gender neutral but is called mrs qin (at the end ) not proofread im just brain dumping. Ooc sylus, I wrote this instead of sleeping so none of this makes sense I think just let me word vomit in peace!!
Wc: 996 words
Sylus never imagined a day he would walk down the altar.
The life of being the leader of Onychinus, the strongest man in the N109 zone, was in short, difficult, and fleeting. He watched how men trembled before him, how he built an entire empire from the ground up with own bare fists stained with blood— he was never the man that deserved to be waited for at the end of an altar.
Until you came along.
It was strange at first, how Sylus seemingly found himself so mesmerized by you, how his eyes followed you across the rooms you'd enter, how he felt his facial muscles soften and twitch when you smiled brightly like the sun itself, how your voice brought comfort to his troubled and lonely soul.
It was strange at first, yes, but it blossomed into something pure and wholeheartedly made with utmost love and devotion. One that you and Sylus tended to, watching your love take root into your hearts and the day-to-day lives you had, how the flowers bloomed brightly in the spring, and how your touch reminded him of what heaven felt like.
When he proposed, you didnt give a moments hesitation. Despite your tears, you nodded vigorously, repeating yesses over and over again as the cool metal slips against your ring finger. You kissed his lips like his was oxygen and you needed another moment to breathe.
The months leading up to the wedding were hectic. Sylus had to make sure that your safety was of the highest priority. He scouted venues, contacted individuals for gown commissions, and helped you plan everything for the day. He made sure to get the gown you wanted, to call the florist that you wanted Daturas, and even got a small wedding cake for the both of you to share.
The day you married Sylus was a quiet day. It was as if the world held its breath as you and he drove to the destination together. You both opted for a private ceremony, with only the both of yourselves as a witness to a love only for yours to adore. The paperwork has been settled, the place cleaned , and yourselves ready.
But even with all the preparation, knots tied in your stomach. The closer you got to old cathedral that Sylus bought for the occassion itself, you began to wonder if you were doing the right thing.
Afterall, you aren't just marrying Sylus. You are marrying into the life he had built for himself, which will soon be shared with you. A life that was fast-pasted and intense, filled with business deals and other matters.
As you continued to spiral, you felt a hand grasp yours.
"We'll be okay," Sylus said softly, lowering the radio, "We'll figure it out together, my love."
You nodded slowly. He smiled, stopped by the side of the road and kissed the crown of your veil. You knew it was tradition that a groom should never see his bride before they get married, but tradition never mattered for you and Sylus.
As the drive reached its end, you find both of yourselves in front of the old cathedral. Its tall, imposing structure battled against the growing moss and vines. Red Daturas bloomed around the steps that lead inside the chapel.
Sylus offered his hand.
You took his and went inside.
The interior looked younger than the exterior. Old wooden pews became overgrown with plants, the window stains hummed an old melody of years long passed. Datura flowers popped against its dullness.
Sylus held your hand tighter, and you both made your way to the altar, the lace of your fingerless gloves intertwined with his flesh.
You glanced at him, seeing his softer features. The same ones he showed to you freely and with no restraint. He smiled, cupping the side of your face with his hand and took both of your hands, raising it up close to his chest.
He took a deep breath and said,
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, his voice filled with reverence, his eyes slowly began to mist, "I want to create memories with you to last lifetimes."
The quiet and comfortable silence filled the altar, your dress seemingly glowing against the moonlight. Heartbeats rung loud as bated breaths await whats next.
"I want the same things to," You tell Sylus, your voice breaking, "I want to stand beside you and be the light amidst the darkness you've only known."
Sylus smiled. He lets go for a moment, and reached for his pockets, presenting a pair of wedding bands. Silver with red spinels. His hands shook slightly, his voice wavering as he began to slip the ring onto your finger,
"I, Qin Che..." He says slowly, his voice firm yet soft, "Take you to be my wedded spouse. For better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health till doomsday descends and death parts us."
You teared up even more, shaking from emotions. You took a deep breath, and repeated the same words, slowly placing the ring on his finger,
"I, take you, Qin Che..." You said in between tears, trying your best not to ruin the makeup you had worked hard for, "to be my wedded husband. For better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health till doomsday descends and death parts us."
A comfortable silence filled the room once more, your tears ran down your cheeks as Sylus wiped them away. He pulled you close, slowly lifting the veil.
Oh.
oh.
"May I kiss you?" He asked.
"Yes..." you answered. He pulled you even closer, sweeping you off your feet, your lips pressed against each other like perfect pieces meant to stay alongside each other. It lasted for a few seconds before you pulled away to gasped for air before kissing him again once more.
patience rewards those who wait (rafayel x fem!reader)
a/n: hiii! this has been sitting in my drafts for 7 whole months now . and apparently, i only finished it today, literally after the wedding banner has long been done. perhaps its burnout from making fics, perhaps its something else.
nonetheless, I hope you can enjoy this long overdue fic. I'm really sorry if my writing is a little bit rusty, I haven't really written much fics in a while because of how busy uni is and like i said, the possible burnout that caught me.
tags: rafayel x fem! reader, reader is not MC just like xavier: i rarely write for rafayel so I hope to do him justice since he is so loved by his brides, romance and love and a wedding! , beach wedding?, NOT PROOFREAD , possibly ooc rafayel, made up Lumerian wedding tradition
wc: 0.9k - 1k words
Good things come for those who wait, and Rafayel has waited long enough.
800 years.
Eight centuries of longing and yearning to be reunited with his bride.
Eight centuries of wondering where she went, and why he was left behind to carry the memory of a love long gone.
And finally, he had found you again.
Good things come for those who wait, and Rafayel has waited long enough.
He loved you like he was breathing air—organically and true, like he'd die if he can't spend a day loving you with the intensity of someone who had waited for so long for its love to be reciprocated. He drew you into every canvas, and memorized the way your eyes shined when the light hit, how the tip of your nose scrunched when you were in deep concentration, how your hair bounced behind your back as you walked with him hand-in-hand on the sandy shore, and how your smile lit up the darkest room of his heart.
He carved you into marble, made a shade exactly of how your cheeks looked like flustered, took a million photos to make up for lost time, and made you his greatest muse.
But beyond being his greatest muse, you were his love. The one that'd drag him out of the studio to stretch and eat, the one that reminded him not to scare any small animals nearby, and the one that reciprocated every ounce of love he gave you.
So when Rafayel decided to marry you, who were you to say no? After waiting for love for so long, your yes was his sweetest reward.
The months leading up to the wedding were hectic, but it was a good thing you did it together. You searched for venues, prepared flowers, and made sure that Rafayel was writing his vows.
Meanwhile, Rafayel planned your gown and his suit. He contacted various dressmakers, sent them with ideas and measurements, and in particular, he sent something to them: a box of pearls, all beautiful and various shades of white and pink. He mentioned to the dressmakers to incorporate it into the dress and veil, making sure that every single one was used.
When the dress came, it fitted you like a glove. Perfect in every inch and crevice, the pearls and gems shone beneath the sun's glow. The veil had pearls sewn into it and around the hem. Rafayel's mouth opened but no words came out from it. His eyes stared to water, and his hands trembled as he offered it to you. In response, you took his hand into yours and let him guide you to the ocean.
He summoned a large seashell, larger than the ones you've picked by the shore or the one that acted as a sink in the bathroom. He stepped first, the ocean seemingly stopped around him as he helped you up. Your eyes widened in amazement as the shell rode the waves gently towards the waters.
"Wow..." You broke the silence, your eyes still in awe as the shell carried you both without any worry at all, "How..how is this possible?"
Rafayel smiled knowingly, "That's between the sea god and I."
You pretended to roll your eyes, appearing not to be satisfied with his reasoning. "Sure..."
The ocean quieted down, the sunset touching the horizon as it spilled bright colors one more time for today. Rafayel took your hands and sat down beside you. You held his hands in turn, looked at him directly, and gave a simple nod.
He took a deep breath before talking, "I waited for centuries for you to return back into my arms once more, my beloved. All the times I've searched the world and tried to find you in everything created but none of them were you. Finding, reuniting, and falling in love with you again and again is the greatest privilege I can ever ask for.”
You dabbed your misty eyes with your hand and glanced up at the sky. Rafayel slowly guides you back to him, his hand and yours intertwined.
“I love you,” You smiled at him, “And loving you is the most natural and beautiful thing I have ever done in my life. I can not ask for anything more than that.”
It was Rafayel’s turn to sniffle. You couldn’t help but grin as you got a pair of rings from the small pouch inside your wedding gown. “The rings, Raf.” You reminded him.
“Oh right, right.” Rafayel said as he took one of the rings from your hand. Taking your other hand, he slipped the ring into your finger as he said these words,
“I, Qi Yu, take you to be my wedded wife. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do us part.”
You took the other ring from your palm and then his hand. You slipped the ring into his finger and repeated the same words, “I, Y/N L/N, take Qi Yu to be my wedded husband. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do us part.”
“You may, Mr. Qi.”
For a moment, the ocean stilled and the sun paused its journey. In the midst of silence, Rafayel joined you beneath the veil—an act between wedded pairs in Lumeria, as they believed that joining the bride beneath her veil was a symbol of a unity and sanctuary— that even if the world changed, the devotion and love between spouses is something one can come home to.
His hands found yours immediately, “May I, Mrs. Qi?” He asked.
Rafayel pulled you close and swooped in for a kiss. One of his hands broke free from yours and adjusted your hair. The sun continued its journey in preparation for the moon to take over the sky, but that doesn't matter for Rafayel or you at the moment because after 800 years of waiting, you and Rafayel are together once more.
Forever, this time.
A/n: hello I haven't written in so long damn, but anyways I hope you like this fic and hopefully I can start on the Zayne one to eventually wrap this small mini series that took forever. Thank you so much for reading this fic!!
