hey can i request a lads men x reader with an acne breakout? i’ve had a huge breakout coz of poor diet and stress and i feel like crap with the way i look even going out the house makes me feel so embarrassed. it doesn’t help that my family keep pointing them out and comparing it to my skin before i started uni again :(( *not that it’s embarrassing or shameful to have acne or spots it’s completely normal <333*
LaDs Shorts
When you're having skin issues
Pairing: each of the boys x reader
Content: comfort, fluff, skin issues like pimples and rash, lightly self-depreciating thoughts
Word count: ~ 200- 500
Authors Note: Hey Annonie!🩷🦄 I finally made it to your request! Sorry that it took me that long 🥺 I struggle with hormonal outbreaks myself, so I got you, lovely! Hope it’s what you need and that it makes you feel better!
Of course, it's natural, but don't pick on them, guys! Better treat it right 🥰
The second you send the message, you’ll get a call from your boyfriend. “What do you mean, you're not going?” you can practically hear his dramatic pout through the line. “You can't let me hanging, cutie! Thomas will drag me to every possible art connoisseur in that exhibition! You can't be that cruel!”
You roll your eyes about Rafayels complaints, knowing damn well he’s exaggerating for the most part. “He’s doing what you're paying him for, fishie.” you lecture him in an attempt to shut him down.
But of course, it wouldn't be Rafayel if this would be of success. “You willingly feed me to the sharks? C’mon, cutie! I need my tough bodyguard to protect me from that awful fate!”
Of course, you're not cruel willingly, knowing how much he hates being in the spotlight. But of all possible days your hormones choose today to gift you with another outbreak of your cursed acne. And nothing in this world is going to get you in the spotlight with all those yellow and red pimples all over your face.
“I’m sorry, Rafayel. I just can’t. Not today.” you weakly whisper into the phone and deciding to be honest with him, you add “I woke up to an outbreak of my acne. And I’ll be dammed if some paparazzi shoots a photo with us in this state.” You are close to tears now “I can practically see those headlines “The great artist Rafayel has a weakness for ugly ducklings.”
You try not to cry but it's hard. The Lemurian always looks flawless and ethereal. How could you be seen together with a face like this?
“That's the reason for standing me up?” comes his quiet reply after a few seconds. “Hold on, princess. I’m coming over.” you don't have the chance to answer because he already ended the call.
Half an hour later Rafayel is at your place, looking at you softly with your face cupped in his hands “You don't have a reason to feel insecure , cutie. Why are you thinking so lowly of yourself?” as he looks at you, his sunset eyes full of tenderness and affection.
How do you respond to this? That all of your life you were bullied because of your difficult skin? But Rafayel doesn't need an answer as he continues “I’ll get a pen and connect the dots on your face with lines. You’re a walking talking art piece then.” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
You slap him at his shoulder. “That’s not funny, Rafayel!” you scold him.
“Alright, alright!” he lifts his hand in a defensive gesture. Now you’re the one pouting at him. “What about I’ll make your make-up then? Remember how you liked it the one time I made it in the opera?” he then suggests with beaming eyes “When you're so uncomfortable with your little pimples, we just cover them up, yeah?”
And of course, his talent for contouring your face and covering the outbreaks is flawless. Another hour later your face is perfectly made up, and you arrive together at the exhibition. A sweating Thomas already at the edge of insanity and close to losing some years of his life span, greets you heavily relieved.
“Can we stay at home instead of going out?” you ask Zayne as he enters your apartment to pick you up for your date. “I’m really not in the mood for seeing people.” as you try to hide your face from him. Not wanting him to see the full extent of your current state.
You had so much stress at work and couldn't bring yourself to make your skincare routine, instead, you fell directly into your bed once you’re home for the last week. And now you’re rewarded with your carelessness. Your face is filled with pimples and red spots with a light rash.
“If that's what you want, of course.” responds your boyfriend with his calm and soothing voice that already makes you feel better.
Soon you settled onto the couch, you dimmed the light and a movie is playing on your TV. You’re cuddled on Zaynes lap, feeling nearly comfortable as he pauses the movie.
“You’ve been acting strange since I arrived here. Please, explain to me why you refuse to look at me.” surprised you shoot him a look, immediately catching his slightly furrowed brows and the vulnerability in his hazel-green eyes. He seems utterly hurt, that you tried to avoid his intense gaze at you.
But now, as you turn to him, he has a perfect look at your imperfect skin, and you feel the heat creeping up your face. You look down to your feet at this but Zayne already noticed your acne and rash.
“Is it because of the condition of your skin?” he asks cautiously, and you silently nod, too shy to let him see more than he needs to.
“I see.” now you hear a smile in his soft voice, and he takes your hand in his with a gentle grip. “You know, I think you're beautiful. I don't care if you’re skin is acting up a little. But maybe it reminds you to take better care of yourself.”
Of course, he has to say it like that, every inch the caring love of your life and your primary care physician. You sigh heavily, knowing well that he’s right. “I’m aware, Zayne. The last week was just so tough, and I was too stressed out to care for this.”
A big hand cups your face gently, turning it to face him. “If you’d like, I’ll arrange an appointment with our best dermatologist. Maybe they can help you with your skin problems and find a treatment that suits your workload better.”
Oh god, how much you love this man. And with little tears in your eyes, “You would do that? That Would be great.”
A little kiss on your nose “Of course. And I’ll help you with everything if things get too much again. I don't want to see you so sad and uncomfortable like this.”
“I need a rain check for our gaming night. I’m sorry, Xavi,” you call out to him through the closed entrance door at your apartment leaning against it from the inside. Your silver-haired boyfriend standing on the other side of the hallway, apparently confused as to why you don't open the door for him.
Clueless if this is another of your pranks he scratched his head. “Why? I even brought your favorite snacks.” he rattles the bag in his other hand.
You already feel bad for dealing with him like that and now Xavier spent some effort to go grocery shopping and thinking of you. Oh man, why in all heavens do you have a breakout of your acne today? You anticipated this gaming night for the whole week and now your face looks like a crumb cake with all the pimples. And it's so embarrassing, especially because Xavier's skin always looks flawless.
“It’s nothing like that, I promise. I just don’t feel like it today,” you answer him through the material you lean yourself on, hoping that would satisfy him to leave you alone. Damn your skin issues!
But what you couldn't see is how your boyfriend furrows his brows on the other side at your words. He really is worried now about what caused that bad mood. After all, you were so excited about your date just yesterday. And with only a little hesitation he just teleports into your living room.
“Tell me your sorrows,” he suggests as soon as the light of his evol faded.
You yelp surprised “Xavier! You can't just teleport into people's homes!” with your hands on your hips you stare him down only to be met with the most innocent-looking puppy eyes.
“But you’re not any people…” God, not this look! He knows exactly how defenseless you are to his adorable puppy eyes.
A resigned sigh escapes your lips as you walk over to him. “No, I am not. But that's not the point, bun.”
A little smile tugs at his lips before he sets up the bag with the snacks and pulls you into his lean form, and you find yourself in a warm embrace. “What is it then? You waited all week to play this new game with me.”
Another sigh before you gather the courage to answer him honestly “Didn't you notice? It’s my face.” you bury yourself deeper into his toned chest. “I have an acne outbreak and didn't want to make you disgusted by my pimpled face.”
Xavier chuckles at your words “That's it? I’m not disgusted at all. Never.” he strokes the back of your upper body. “Let’s do a wellness evening then instead of gaming. We’ll take care of this together. What do you say?”
“Where are we going, Sylus?” you ask him as he drives the car along the streets of Linkon City. “It’s unlikely for you to meet me so early in the morning.”
Your boyfriend just throws you his signature smirk as he answers you “If I would tell you, it rather wouldn't be a surprise, Sweetie.”
You sigh. Not that you don't like to be surprised by him but today is a bad day for going to mingle with the public. Your skin has been itching since yesterday and that is the only warning you get before your skin is conquered by big red pimples. You already have one or two, and it won't get better as the day progresses. That you are sure of.
The bigger is your joy as the surprise is finally revealed to you: a whole day in the most luxurious wellness spa in Linkon City. The next hours you’ve been spoiled with various soothing massages, the most extended skin care you’ve ever gotten, and even your hair is taken care of thoroughly.
And on top of that Sylus is at your side all the time, and you enjoy the view of his bare upper body with all the muscles and soft skin you get to know through countless passionate nights.
You never felt more cherished, worshiped, and spoiled than on this day and no pimple had the chance to show up. So you don't hesitate for even a second as Sylus is spoiling you differently as soon as you're in his home.
When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City (Part 14)
Pairing: Rafayel x reader (appearance Sylus)
Content: isekai!reader, twin!MC, fluff, hurt, angst, romance - we have it all, spoilers for myths and story
Word count: ~ 1600
Authors note: Finally the next chapter! Sorry for keeping everyone on their toes for so long. Finally, Sylus is here!
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Standing outside the apartment on the balcony your eyes immediately search for the tall white-haired figure of Sylus.
It’s difficult to see the streets below, now that the night sky blends everything in dark blue, gray, and black. The lights on the pathway cast islands of white onto the asphalt and your eyes need a moment to adjust.
And then you spot him, right beneath your place on the other side of the street. The broad frame of a tall man with white hair that seems to glow in the surrounding darkness leisurely leans against a sleek black motorcycle, which looks exclusive and elegant.
As he recognizes your presence his head lifts and his carmine-red gaze lands on you which immediately leaves you stunned. Even at this distance, his eyes are piercing, and intimidating, and your breath hitches.
Sylus moves away from his bike with a vibrant motion, and stands upright, every inch the powerful and merciless leader of an underground organization. His gaze never left yours and with a leisurely wink of his raised hand, a red and black mist gathers around your body.
You are gently lifted from your feet and Sylus Evol transports you carefully in front of him, where you are set up once you arrive.
Your breath hitches again and your heart beats erratically in your chest as you retort his stern gaze. The man facing you is more gorgeous than you remember from the game.
“Sylus…” whispering his name, you don’t know what to do. Is he here to talk like you wanted? Or has he other plans? His face doesn’t indicate what’s on his mind or his emotions as he retorts your staring.
Crimson-red eyes roam over you, scanning you from head to toe as he takes a step forward, enveloping your chin in a demanding grip between his long fingers, and with gentle force, you look up at him. Your head is turned left and right before he bends a bit down, close to your face.
The dark timbre of his deep voice suddenly interrupts the nightly silence that settled in. “This is going to be interesting” A smirk tugs at his lips, confident and smug like his whole composure. “Show me who you are, Sweetie.” his right eye starts to glow in a menacing red and your sight goes black in response.
Various voices start to scream in your head, yelling for help, or crying, and one even calls your name over and over again. And you recognize these are all your voices, different nuances but all yours that are in turmoil, begging for help, to be free, and praying to go home. A storm of desperation, pure horror, and resignation threatens to drown you, trapped by your own voices there’s no chance to escape.
Then you’re suddenly back, staring into the fainting glow of Sylus’s right eye, and he grins satisfied, apparently amused by his discovery. “You are even more appealing than I initially thought, kitten.” he eases back and let's go of your face.
You breathe heavily, overwhelmed by what just happened. Why were there voices in your head that sounded like you, and why were they all screaming and crying? You try to remember how many you did count. Three? Or four? You’re not sure.
And a heavy migraine starts to spread its ugly wings into your frontal brain. “Ugh, what was that?” you choke out, pressing a hand against your forehead to stop the spinning and an enormous incoming headache.
Big hands are on your temples immediately, massaging the aching away gently. Surprised, your gaze shoots up to the intimidating man in front of you which he retorts with a gentle and soft look in his astonishing crimson-red eyes.
“The proof that you will need my help if you want to find your other self.” Sylus states calmly as his warm fingers leave your temples only to let them slowly glide along the side of your face, contouring your cheeks and jawline until they set under your chin and guiding it up to meet his gaze again, he adds “But my service is not for free. You know that, sweetie.”
After a little pause where you gulp nervously “So, do you want my help?” the tall man leans closer, warm breath tingles your lips as his ruby gaze captures yours as he whispers in his deep rough voice “Yes? No? Maybe so?“
You’re so distracted by his proximity and his overwhelming presence that you don’t get what Sylus said before. You can only look at him with wide eyes, you're breathing unstable and shallow. It gets you an amused chuckle that frees you from this spell the white-haired has cast over you.
„Yes,“ you mumble, throwing off the rest of the confusing feeling that had overcome you with his closeness. And you remember what Sylus mentioned before „What’s the prize?“
The leader of Onychinus smiles smugly, raising an eyebrow “You’re quite bad at bargaining, kitten. You ask for a prize after already accepting the deal.“
You feel the heat creeping up your face. How embarrassing! But it’s Sylus, so you rarely can’t blame yourself for being distracted.
But before you can answer he strides to his motorcycle and turns his back on you. “We’ll meet tomorrow night. Tell your jail wardens to expect me at midnight at your doorstep. They better be prepared for some action and ask no questions.”
And with that, you swirl back to the balcony with the help of his Evol, and his motorcycle purrs to life as he drives away into the silent night.
Left with mixed feelings you head to bed. You still don’t know what the voices meant you heard as Sylus has used his aether core power on you. And in addition, you can’t tell what prize he wants for helping in rescuing your MC. Was it really a good idea to ask him for support? And isn’t the well-being of her not also in his favor? What happened between the white-haired man and the huntress? And the next question, what are you going to tell the others that the ruler of the N109 zone will join the team?
With a heavy sigh, you cuddle yourself into the cozy sheets.
The next morning all the men meet you again for breakfast. Zayne is the first to arrive. He took some days off to join the search for your MC copy. Both of you are preparing the food as Rafayel rings the bell. And Xavier comes last with sleepy eyes as the meal is nearly finished.
As everyone is eating you gather your courage and tell them that tonight you’ll expect some visitor who probably knows where to find the huntress.
“Wait? What?” Rafayel shouts out, followed by Zayne “How?” with a “Who?” from Xavier.
You chuckle at their same reaction but different asks, and you look around between each one of them.
“Let’s say, I remembered some old connections from her and tried my luck.” you grin weakly, uncertain how you should explain the appearance of Sylus later.
“He said, you should be prepared for some action. I guess that means we’re getting straight to the topic as far as I know him.”
“He?” came it in unison from the three men around the table, everyone now looking at you with big round eyes.
And embarrassed you look down at your food, croissants with marmalade which Zayne brought earlier. “Well…” you start hesitating “there might be a fourth love interest I forgot to mention.”
The sudden revelation follows an exasperated sigh from the doctor as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Xavier looks like a beaten puppy that you heartlessly left at the side of the road. And Rafayel’s gazes at you bewildered with round sunset eyes.
“How many Love interests does your game have? Something else you ‘forgot to mention’?” he gestures some signs in the air at the last words and his voice reveals a little vulnerability. The painter sounds hurt, and you can’t blame him. You would feel the exact same in his place.
“That’s all!” you assure him. “There’s only four, promise!” or at least, as far as it was updated as long as you played it. Better not to mention the rumors regarding her dead-believed childhood friend. But maybe you should tell them who the fourth man exactly is…
“Well, there is something special about the fourth Male Lead.” you try for an explanation to prepare them for Sylus.
“Is he part of some shady group in the N109 zone?” Xavier asks jokingly, and you nearly choke on the bite of food in your mouth.
Coughing you evade the answer, but it doesn’t seem successful as Zayne adds, as soon as you gather yourself “Don’t tell me, this is the case?” comes his wary ask, frowned hazel-green eyes staring you down.
Feeling like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar you look at your plate, rearranging some crumbs to a little pile with the index finger. “Not quite that, no.” Actually, he is the ruler of that whole thing, but you only add that in your thoughts. You go with another description instead “But he lives a dangerous life there, and you shouldn’t ask too many questions.” you peek from under your lashes to the men around the table, observing their reactions to your words.
They all look at you stunned, with wide eyes until Rafayel breaks the silence first: “How does my girlfriend even get to know such guys?”
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for ‘Love and Deepspace’. I only own the rights to the plot idea.
Hello I just wanted to say your a wonderful writer and I really like your fics and I just wanted to request for all the boys if you could some headcanons on how they'd react to a widow reader/MC like it'd interesting to think about a reader that actually was previously in love deeply with someone else and they got married to this person but due to some tragic circumstances this person ended up dying you can choose the cause of death whether it be an accident or sickness or something else entirely like how do you think they'd react to knowing that the reader loved someone else before them ? Like what if the reader is still in grief over there dead partner like they want to start a new relationship but they feel guilty how would they comfort them and such ?
Love Beyond Loss
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How would the LADS boys react to you still in grief over your previous partner?
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : head canons, slight angst, comfort & possible OOC
Xavier didn’t mind that you’d loved someone before him; what mattered to him was that you were with him now.
What did trouble him, however, was seeing you still consumed by grief for your previous partner.
Each time he caught you gazing off with that same half-lidded, guilty look, his heart ached.
He longed to lift your spirits, to see you smile fully again, radiating like the stars he admired.
During your breakdowns or moments of doubt about your relationship, he was always there, steady and present.
“I’m here for you,” he’d remind you softly, pulling you into his arms. His face would nuzzle into your hair as he breathed in your familiar scent, offering you the comfort you needed.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Being a widow didn’t bother Zayne; your past love was a part of you, and that only deepened his understanding of you.
As a doctor, he’d seen the weight of grief many times and knew how overwhelming the process could be.
He never forced physical closeness, respecting your boundaries unless you sought it or he sensed you desperately needed it.
Despite wanting to hold you close, he understood the importance of giving you space to process your emotions.
“Take your time,” he’d murmur gently, his voice soothing as his hand stroked the side of your head with quiet affection.
Zayne never rushed your healing; instead, he patiently offered the time and space you needed to move forward.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
It was selfish of him, but Rafayel couldn’t help feeling a pang of sadness knowing someone else had held your heart before him.
He had waited years—decades—for you, and though he wanted your love entirely, he knew better than to let those feelings cloud his actions.
At first, he struggled with seeing you lost in thought, your gaze far away in a place he couldn’t reach. But when he saw your grief—the tears streaming down your face—it shattered him.
His own selfish desires seemed trivial compared to your pain; he just wanted to ease the sorrow that weighed so heavily on you.
Though you were slowly moving forward, he knew it wasn’t easy. He admired your strength and vowed to support you through it all.
“I’m never leaving you,” he reassured you in a quiet, steady voice. “You’ll always have me.” His words carried the weight of someone who deeply understood the pain of loss.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Despite his arrogance, Sylus was surprisingly perceptive and emotionally attuned—especially when it came to you.
You couldn’t hide anything from him: the faint strain in your voice, the forced curve of your smile. He saw through it all, and that’s why you finally opened up to him.
Loving him felt natural, but guilt lingered, knowing a part of your heart still mourned your previous partner’s absence.
Before you even said a word, Sylus already seemed to sense your turmoil. When you poured out your feelings, his response was a soft, knowing chuckle.
“Why are you worried? You’re here with me now, aren’t you?” His words felt dismissive at first, but you soon realized it wasn’t indifference—it was certainty.
Sylus was unwavering in his commitment. He didn’t shy away from your grief or try to compete with your past. He was willing to wait, to love you fully and fiercely, no matter how long it took.
In his own way, he made sure you knew: you had his support, his patience, and his heart.
╰｡ Author's Note: This took me a while to fulfill- Aaaahhh. I've been spending time with my friends during my free time that I couldn't find much time (and motivation) to write. ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) Also thank you for the compliment! I also found out that you've taken a hiatus, I hope everything goes well over there! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭
To anyone that's interested, here's the link to mentioning list. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
Heya cutie. just dropping this here bcs...hormones lmao. (btw I'm INVESTED on the wake up in Linkon arc, like idk how the ending will be and its killing me with theories😂😭)
So idk if this been done, but if you don't mind can we have HC of our men as husbands and dads? (Im rooting for sy with 2 oldest son and 1 daughter while raf is 2 daughters, twin lol and 1 son😶🌫️😶🌫️)
LaDs HCs
When you’re married
Hey Lynn 🩷
I will reveal nothing for the plot hehe 😈🤐🥰
I already have some headcannons for Rafayel and Sylus as Dads. So will focus here on them being husbands and how they celebrate anniversary with their wife 😍
He looks forward to that day for weeks! Never did he expect that he could celebrate your marriage anniversary with you after all that time and lives he chased after you
As perfectionist he created a special exhibition in his house just for the two of you, filled with paintings that he made of you, photos he took, and the little trinkets and other stuff you both collected during your time spent together
A whole spacious room filled with the proof of his devotion to you
Followed by a stroll at the beach and a little underwater trip to visit his Lemurian roots.
In the evening he prepared a romantic picnic at said beach and you watch the sunset together
As night sets in he shows you more physically how much he loves you and how hot his passion burns for you…
Sylus is perfectly prepared for that occasion and he even frees himself from all obligations to spend 3 whole days with you
He takes you back to the place you spent your honeymoon to revive some of the memories you made within these four weeks of total bliss
You’ve been pampered and spoiled even more than usual and the three days are filled with joy, romantic reminiscing, and the renewal of both your marriage vows
The two nights are filled with lust and passion that leave you sore and full of satisfaction when your husband proves how genuine his vow and love are for him
The cat café you frequent allows customers to adopt cats, and you are thrilled to be a cat caretaker. The fluffy fellow you bring home, though, seems to be more than simply a cat.
── .✦ Character x Female Reader|MC
Included parts in order: Rafayel - Xavier - Zayne - Sylus
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── .✦ Ky Ky’s notes:
This story was inspired by Yes, Cat Caretaker version & Meow Time event. It is my entry to the Love and Deepspace Cat Caretaker Assembly - Fan Art Contest.
I really appreciate all your support on my X <3
References to their cat breeds: x
Rafayel - The playful cat
That day, you traveled to a common cat café by the shore. There were many cats at the café that had been adopted by customers. You hoped that you would find one to become your companion too. Then, you met him.
The cafe's largest treehouse at the time featured a little, curly-furred Devon Rex on the top floor. You had no idea how he climbed up there, because unsteady legs made it obvious that he was frightened of heights. His big round eyes scanned the world madly before closing. You were the only one who listened to his tiny meows.
You hurried over, held up your hands to the cat, and said:
“Come down here. I will catch you.”
"Meow?"
He opened his eyes and gave you a serious look. He still did not seem to have much faith in you. This was a cat you had never seen at the café before. Perhaps he was brought here by the owner recently.
“It'll be okay,” you said once again in a gentle and reassuring tone. A staff member approached you and said:
“This cat has been mischievously climbing up there again. It's obvious that he's afraid of heights, yet he just likes to crawl up there. We don't know why. Please give us a moment so we can take him down.”
“No need,” You replied. “I'll give it a shot. Is that okay?”
After giving you a nod, the staff moved aside to observe your attempts to get the cat down. You stood on your tiptoes and your raised arms felt weary. But you always smiled and comforted the cat.
“It's okay. I'll always wait for you down here!"
After pondering for a while, the cat decided to jump down. He rushed into your arms. Immediately, you hugged the small soft cotton ball tightly. From that day on, he followed you home.
You had never owned a cat before, so in the first few days, you were very tired of having to chase him around the house. What surprised you so much was that while you failed to think of a good name for him, one morning when you woke up, you caught the cat with your pile of old crayons. He had written on a piece of paper the name Rafayel.
Although you found it strange, you decided to call the cat by that name. After a long day at work, Rafayel enjoyed wrapping himself around your feet whenever you got home. However, he was also so mischievous that while you were away, the house was usually in disarray. You once took Rafayel to plant trees in the garden. He enjoyed playing freely, chasing frogs, and catching butterflies there. He was so eager to assist you with digging that he even dove into a pot of dirt, getting his fur all soiled in the process. You laughed while feeling sorry for him at the same time.
“Look! I've just planted a meowing tree.”
Then, you grabbed him by his scruff and took him to the bathroom.
“You're so playful. You got dirt all over your fur now."
You put Rafayel in the tub and turned on the shower. Abruptly, a thin stream of smoke spread across the room. After a moment, your cat was out of sight as the haze gradually cleared. Rather, a man with purple eyes who looked exactly like Rafayel was sitting in the tub.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You let out a loud scream. “YOU PERVERT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAT?!”
To your surprise, you tumbled to the bathroom floor while defending yourself with the showerhead turned on. Water splashed onto the man's bare chest. He tried to use his hand to shield the water from the shower and finally decided to reach over and turn it off. You were the focus of his teary eyes. He seemed somewhat distressed.
"Who are you calling a pervert? You've been dragging me into bed with you every night for the past few days, as you can see! Just now, you even wanted to give me a bath!”
"Huh???"
“It's me. Rafayel.” He said, pointing with one hand to the ears on his head and the tail peeking out from inside the bathtub. "Do you no longer recognize me, my lady?"
“R-Rafayel?”
“Yes… Meow?”
Although you had heard tales about therianthropes coexisting with humans, you never ventured to think that the cat you had taken in was one of them! For a moment, you were unsure of what to do, and could only mumble to yourself: "Refund... I want a refund... Obviously the café staff gave me the wrong cat..."
“What? Do you want to send me away?” Leaning toward the bathtub's edge to be nearer to you, Rafayel scowled. You always knew that therians had their own charm, but meeting such a picturesque person was beyond your imagination.
He continued to sulk: "The person who just promised to take good care of me for the rest of my life, now wants to throw me away?"
To be fair, you had said that to the Devon Rex, not to the charming curly-haired boy in front of you. You wanted a cat to keep you company, yet ended up with a half-cat, half-human sullen man. You stood up, intending to get out and figure out how to deal with this later, but Rafayel swiftly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the bathtub with him.
“Are you really going to leave me? Once you've made a promise to me, you cannot go back on it! Even if you wish to get rid of me, it's already too late! You're stuck with me, no matter what!"
Xavier - The super cat
There was a recent event at the local cat café to allow patrons to adopt cats. The requirement was to be selected by that feline and capable of caring for the little animal companion. It was ideal because you had been searching for a pet to care for. There was only one problem: the cat you had your eye on was the most famous character at the café.
He was a Ragdoll named Xavier, with large, wide blue eyes and silky fur. Ever since he showed up at the café a few days earlier, had been the talk of the town, the "prince" that everyone wanted to take home. However, Xavier showed no concern for the customers. Because he disliked being touched, he typically slept in the treehouse. There were times when you found the cat snarling at others that you had just fed or petted. He would then approach and rub his head on your hand.
At times like that, you could not help but pick up the cat, place him in your lap, and caress that soft belly. Instead of displaying any signs of distress, the cat even purred to indicate how at ease he was. You pondered why none of the other cats dared approach you whenever Xavier was by your side. Then, the café owner congratulated you that he had chosen you as his caretaker, and that you could go through the adoption process right away.
You set up a cozy mattress for the cat next to the bed on the first night you brought Xavier home. Unconcerned, he sprang into the bed, climbed into your cozy cover, and requested to lay next to you. No matter how many times you scooped him up, Xavier still climbed onto the bed. Eventually, you gave in and let him sleep with you on the bed.
After a few days, Xavier got used to his new life with you. Whether it was night or day, he slept a lot, ate a lot and rarely went out. Additionally, he had a keen sense of other animals' smells. For instance, before going home one day, you went to pet the neighbor's cat. Xavier did not even bother coming to the door to greet you anymore but sat huddled in the corner.
“Xavier?” You called, but your cat did not respond.
You purposefully consoled Xavier by placing the bag of newly purchased cat toys on the table and bringing them out one at a time. However, he simply turned away from you and seemed to be sulking a lot while staring out the window.
"I apologize... I promise not to let another cat touch me next time." You said, taking note of Xavier's demeanor. His ears turned in the direction of your voice, albeit he did not move an inch. “Even the dog next door, the squirrel on the way home, the birds…”
You thought Xavier would be angry and ignore you for good, but when you curled up in the blanket and dozed off, you felt the bed sink. Your hand went to the area beside you. Were you dreaming? Because it was not a cat that you touched.
The hand belonged to someone else. That person's warmth was quite familiar, and there was a hint of the cat fragrance you sometimes used for Xavier. You attempted to see closer by opening your heavy eyelids. The muscular, exposed chest of someone stood before you. On occasion, he would even softly rub his cat ears on your cheek and nuzzle down on your neck. He draped his tail over your body. It was an all too familiar dream. Since you had picked up Xavier, it felt as though you were having this same scenario every night.
You started paying more attention to Xavier and suspected that your cat may be a therianthrope. Nevertheless, you lacked any hard proof until one day.
The treehouse set you bought a few days before arrived that day. After some effort, you were able to put most of the components together. The top floor was quite high, so you had to find a ladder and climb up. You put everything together and then turned to face Xavier. His tail was still up in the air, and he was still absorbed in the cardboard boxes in the center of the home.
“Xavier? Do you think the treehouse is good now?"
Xavier turned around and looked up at you. From above, it felt like he was just the size of your palm. So small, so adorable. You climbed down the ladder, but it was so unsteady that you slipped.
“Ouch!”
You felt like you were falling down with the tilting ladder. You might end up on the cat. Yet, Xavier vanished in an instant. Rather, powerful arms seemed to hold you up, embraced you, and you both collapsed upon the unkempt pile of boxes.
"Meow!"
You stared down at the person underneath you while holding your body up with your arms. These perked ears, this tail covering your legs, even those blue eyes that were gazing at you with affection... You were quite familiar with all of these.
Was it the therian you saw every night in your dreams?
"Xavier?
He gave you a worried expression.
“My lady, are you okay?”
“You… You really are… a…”
You were unable to convey how you were feeling at the time—confused, anxious, mixed with a little joy.
“Hmm?” Xavier glanced at you and blinked. “It's me. Your Xavier.”
“But you… you're a cat…”
While surprised, you saw his face getting closer and closer as he sat up and said to you: "I am a cat. I am also human. My lady, which shape of mine do you prefer?"
Zayne - The cat maid
Lately, you had got the impression that the furniture in the home had sprouted legs on its own and everything was more neat than before.
At first, you assumed it was because you were absent-minded or careless. Despite the fact that you did nothing, your house gradually grew cleaner and tidier. Not only that, but there was always warm water in the kettle when you returned home from work.
You suspected the house was haunted, but this ghost was really a considerate one! You had just recently moved to this cold, snowy mountainside town for work. Being busy with work had left you with no time to rearrange your stuff, and you frequently were ill because you were unaccustomed to the weather. Thus you were quite thankful to someone who came to clean up and care for you discreetly. Without a doubt, the landlord never paid you a visit, and the neighbors saw no one else entering or exiting your home. How strange!
"Hey, do you think our house has a… ghost?" You questioned the large gray and black cat, who was proudly patrolling the home. When he saw you, he lifted his tail and let out a "meow".
You recently adopted this Maine Coon cat. With his significant size and lengthy fur, he provided you with warm comfort while you were alone in this strange, frigid region. You encountered the cat outside a café. The owner stated that stray cats frequently came in looking for food, and if they liked a customer, they would most likely accompany them home. At that moment, your Maine Coon was outside. Snow dropped all over his luxurious fur. He continued to stare at you for a long time. After a time, you decided to walk out to greet him and share with him some of your food.
The cat was not seeking for food, just gently rubbed its head against your palm. He even gently bit you, causing you to cry, "Ouch!"
Only then did you realize that the cat's two front limbs were covered with overlapping scars. You did not scold him and softly massaged his head and ears.
“You're also having a hard time finding food, right? Do you want to come home with me?”
The cat's distinctive blue and yellow eyes flickered briefly. He followed you home. Sometimes you questioned if he was just a cat or a therianthrope. He gave you the sense that he was actually a person. However, the cat never turned into a human. Back in the home, he rubbed his soft hairy head on your face.
"Alright," you laughed because it was ticklish. "If you see someone else entering the house while I'm away, definitely don't let them run away again."
The cat purred gently. You had to put the investigation on hold for a while to focus on your work. Still, there was one time when you forgot your documents at home, you returned at noon and discovered someone was inside the house.
You moved carefully into the living room. A massive cat tail stood out straight and swung gently behind the sofa. You realized it was your Maine Coon's tail. You called softly:
"Zayne?"
Two cat ears emerged behind the sofa. But this was not the Zayne cat you knew.
The face stared at you both strange and somewhat familiar. His pupils, which resembled your cat's, widened in astonishment. You were shocked when that person stood up straight since he was so tall. He was attired in your black apron with white ruffled edges, carrying a feather duster in one hand and a pile of old books and newspapers you had thrown haphazardly under the sofa.
The person who helped you clean every day had revealed his face. The only thing was, you could not believe that it was really your cat.
“Z-Zayne?!”
The tail behind him whipped vigorously. You were not unfamiliar with therians living alongside humans, especially in this town. However, this was the first time you had seen your cat being... no longer a cat. You were deeply perplexed.
You suddenly realized that you had been living with a therian for some days without knowing anything. You carelessly cuddled him and let him sleep with you in bed. You felt so embarrassed. As a result, after that, Zayne sat crouched on the floor and listened to you scolding him for not giving you his true identity from the very beginning.
"I'm sorry…" Zayne responded. He looked up to you, who was now sitting on the sofa. One of his hands paused before placing it on your thigh. He pulled his face closer and longed to rub against you, precisely as when he was in cat shape, yet he was also concerned that you would push him away. "I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't know how to say it so you wouldn't be afraid or detest me."’
Why did he assume you would fear or despise him because he was a therian? You examined him intently, seeking for any remaining Maine Coon features. Dust had left a smear on his angular face. Unexpectedly, you put out your hand to wipe it away. Zayne saw your gesture as a sign of peace. He immediately rubbed his face into your palm.
"Eh…" You were about to withdraw your hand, but his adorable expression made you reconsider. You still didn't appreciate being lied to, and you felt taken advantage of during the last few days. You delicately squeezed his cheek before using both hands to play with his face as compensation.
Zayne appeared miserable, yet he patiently let you play with him. Looking down, you noticed his velvety tail wrapped around your leg. After you were done, he spoke up:
“There will be a snowstorm soon. You're not going to kick me out, are you?”
“Hmmm. Let's see.”
You gave a thoughtful pose.. Zayne could not wait any longer before continuing:
“I can clean the house. I can also cook.”
You pondered briefly before pointing to his cat ears. "Can I touch your ears?"
In cat shape, Zayne frequently refused to let you touch his ears. You must take advantage of this opportunity.
Zayne stared at you for a while. He reluctantly leaned closer to you. One of his ears shifted slightly before your eyes.
“If you allow me to stay here then… All right.”
Sylus - The cat's return
One afternoon, you went to a cat café in a small, wild mountainside village. You had recently moved here for work and had no idea where to go because you were unfamiliar with the streets. You had just heard from a neighbor about the café and stray cat shelter, so you decided to check it out.
The cats were originally aloof from you, but after an afternoon, they became closer to you. Many cats allow you to scratch their heads and rub their tummies. Most of the cats here were stray; some were abandoned by their prior owners, while others were frequently injured when fighting wild creatures. Seeing how well you cared for the cats, the owner invited you to return here on a daily basis to play with and care for them. You could even bring one home if you wished to.
That day, you went to the café when the cats were eating dinner. The owner had prepared their meal. You watched them eat to their hearts' content, discreetly checking attendance and selecting which kitty to bring home with you. All of a sudden, in the far corner was a caracal cat whose size stood out among the crowd. He was pushing the other cats away and taking their food.
The little cats started to fuss. You stepped over and retrieved the bowl of food for the cat who was wailing in your arms. The caracal cat glanced at you. His eyes were crimson; the abnormal kind of red. He was growling even. You grasped the tiny cat and moved away from him.
The caracal cat gave you a furious look. You spotted him heading towards the other cats, attempting to get more food. Letting out a sigh, you entered the café to ask for another meal.
When you returned, the caracal cat was there at the entrance. It was as if he knew you were going to bring out more food. You placed the bowl on the porch.
“Here you go. Don't steal other cats' food anymore, okay?”
The caracal cat glanced at you for a time before starting to devour his meal. When he was done, he proudly strolled over to where you were seated to enjoy the cool air with a few other cats on your lap. The cats fled away as soon as they noticed him. You felt sad for him having to face such isolation, but considering how he had just taken the other cats' food, you could sympathize with them.
The caracal cat rubbed against your thigh. You patted his head for a while. He seemed quite nice now, not as intimidating as he did when battling for food. Since then, you constantly brought him an additional meal. Of course, he grew more devoted to you. One day, you questioned the café owner:
"Why doesn't the caracal cat outside have a bowl of his own?"
The owner slowly replied:
“The one that you always feed? He's a wild animal. He doesn't live with us here.”
"Huh?…"
"He always comes to the café to fight other cats for food," the owner went on. "We left him alone since we couldn't drive him away. Other than eating a little too much and scaring other cats here, he doesn't cause any trouble. But he appears to really like you. Have you considered adopting him?"
The café owner's urgent eyes seemed to be begging you to take this scrounger away as soon as possible. All you could do was chuckle. Through the window, the caracal cat's ruby eyes were still watching over you.
The fact that he would truly follow you home was unexpected.
“Hey, go back to your place. You can't stay here.”
You chased the caracal cat away. Yet he kept coming back the next day, and the day after that. He spent the entire night prowling around your house. One time when it was raining cats and dogs, as you considered how lonely he must be spending all night outside, you felt quite sorry for him. You opened the door to find him on the porch, sheltering from the rain, his fur partly wet, and he was licking his wounds.
“Come inside,” you said to the caracal cat. His injuries must have resulted from fighting with wild animals. With the intention of taking him to the veterinarian the next morning, you left him in the living room and went to get some bandages. Yet when you came back, he was gone.
There was a noise in the bedroom so you went to check. You caught a glimpse of a caracal cat's tail inside. you were to find a towering man with ears and a caracal cat tail on your bed, countless wounds covered his body. Panicked, you quickly grabbed the clothes hanger, which was the closest thing you could reach for protection.
“Hey?… Mister?…” You called out, using the clothes hanger to poke at that person's body. His eyes, which were as brilliant crimson as two precious gems, opened slightly.
“A therian?…” You said to yourself in a whisper. If the caracal cat you often feed was a therianthrope, he probably would not harm you. It was very difficult given his current state. After giving it some thought, you choose to help him bandage the wound first.
The caracal cat's eyes were partly closed as he lay still, watching you. After treating his wounds, you said:
“I'll let you stay here for the time being. Once you recover, I will see how you can repay this."
Therian gave a smile. He waggled his tail beside your feet. He replied:
“I owe you this time, my lady.”
“Not just this time. How about the times I fed you? They must be accounted for.”
Your face heated as you remembered that you had previously caressed a therian with affection and that attractive one was now laying there. After gathering the remaining bandages, you headed out. However, he swiftly caught hold of your wrist and pulled you onto the bed.
“Stay here…” He whispered. “Your scent… It's very soothing…”
His breath carried the untamed scent of the forest, enveloping you. Your heart started to skip a beat. "You ask for too much," you replied, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Are you sure you can repay me later?"
“I, Sylus, am not an ungrateful creature,” he said, still holding the irresistible, devilish smile on his lips as he nuzzled into your arms. “How would you like me to repay your kindness, my lady?”
Authors Note: Its been a while since my last Sylus Short, so hope you like this one 🩷
Waiting for Sylus to pick you up for a nightly joyride through the outskirts of Linkon City you stand outside your apartment, watching the darkened sky and minding your business as a stranger starts talking to you.
“Hey, are you waiting for someone? Or can I give you a ride, beautiful?”
You roll your eyes and suppress an annoyed sigh. Why can’t these guys just don’t leave you alone?
You turn to him, staring at him with a bored gaze. “No, thanks. I’m waiting for my husband.” with all confidence you can muster.
Of course, there is no husband, you don’t know if there even is a boyfriend… Not that you mind if a certain white-haired man with crimson-red eyes would be the one. But waters are not sure around you and him.
And you don’t know if you want to put a label on your relationship with the leader of Onychinus. There is definitely something between the two of you, a tension that turns the air into a thick mass every time you’re close to him, words that are more than their actual meaning, and gazes that hold so much tenderness.
And yet, you haven’t kissed or confessed your feelings otherwise. But the annoying stranger beside you doesn’t need to know that, of course.
“Your husband?” raised dark eyebrows gazing at you in surprise and his mouth opens to add something as the heavy roaring sound of a motorbike is heard, nearing your position fast.
Swirling around you see a black bike stopping right ahead of you on the street. A tall dark figure wearing a helmet, all matching the vehicle in color, turning off the purring sounds of the machine.
Your heart skips a beat as you recognize Sylus even without seeing his handsome face, and you unconsciously take a step toward him.
His white hair spills out of the helmet as he sets it down and throws you one of his signature smirks, his crimson-red eyes roaming over you from top to bottom in adoration.
“There you are, kitten.” he swings his long legs over the bike to stand beside his machine after securing it and holds his hand to you. The moment you grab it you’re pulled flushed to his broad chest, an arm wrapping around your waist in a possessive gesture.
A disappointed snort is heard from the man who bugged you earlier, and he leaves the two of you with quick steps after Sylus glares at him with dangerous eyes before crimson-red orbs turn their attention back to you.
“Hey Sylus” you retort his greeting, a bit breathless because you’re still pressed firmly against the leather of his bike outfit.
“Is this how you greet your…” a short hesitation as he lifts you to meet his red eyes which twinkle in amusement and mischief. “…husband?”
Oh god, he somehow heard that! As the heat creeps up your face. Did Mephisto spy around again?
And before you can answer his face gets closer, whispering seductively “Don’t I get a kiss from my wife?”
Now your whole body burns up in embarrassment and something else… anticipation? Joy? Excitement? You can’t name it. But Sylus calling you his wife stirred unknown things inside, and you decide to play along for a bit, wanting to know how far he is ready to take this.
„Now that you say, husband.” you ease yourself forward to press your lips on his. Not long just a bit more than a mere peck, but it’s enough to set the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you leave him with a tingling feeling.
Sylus’s lips are softer than they look, and you’re already missing the touch. It’s your first shared kiss, and your cheeks are still heated. Nervous you gaze into his red eyes after easing back.
And Sylus is frozen. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t blink. Does he even breathe? Worried you furrow your brows and place your hands on his chest - yes definitely no breathing.
His crimson-red eyes widened in surprise and a movie of emotions plays through them. Disbelief and wonder, then they soften in adoration, before the usual smugness sets in, and a barely visible red hue spreads his pale cheeks.
“This is what you call a kiss?” he teases you with a raised brow and a big inhale. “You can do better, kitten.”
And then his lips draw nearer, his crimson red eyes lock into yours, seeking consent before closing the remaining gap.
And all vanish in the heat of his passionate kiss, full of hunger, desperation, longing, and possessiveness. You forget where you are, what you are, or why you didn’t do this earlier.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tilt your head to get better access and to deepen the kiss and he groans darkly, intensifying the passionate exchange even more.
And you’re lost. Every thought comes to a halt. Only feelings stay, the love for him, the yearning that finally is retorted, and the heat that spreads throughout every cell, burning you up with a consuming raging blaze.
And as Sylus finally breaks the intimate encounter, heavily panting but still holding you firmly onto his body, you know you found your home.
When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City (Part 12)
Pairing: Rafayel x reader (appearance Xavier & Zayne)
Content: isekai!reader, twin!MC, fluff, hurt, angst, romance - we have it all, spoilers for myths and story
Word count: ~ 1800
Author note: Finally my brain was ready to bring this story into the next chapter and I had so much fun writing the interactions between them! My favorite parts of the story 😂 so I hope you have as much fun reading as I had while writing! And the whole series counts more than 20k words with this chapter! 🎉
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The following days after your nightly conversation with Rafayel flew by in a haze. You slept most of the time, giving your body the needed rest to heal and regain strength. It must have been a week now or so since the incident with your huntress twin and Rafayel had never left your side, not for a second, even as you encouraged him to meet with some people to gather information about her whereabouts.
It stressed him out not to know where she was or what happened to her, it was visible in his movements that lacked his natural grace, and the dark color that started to gather under his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to leave your side.
Only as Zayne is appointed to meet you to make a thorough check on your healing progress you were able to convince Rafayel to do something about his restlessness. The Lemurian demanded from the doctor to stay with you until he’ll be back and Zayne agreed, seemingly more happy about this arrangement than he should be, given his position.
Now you’re at the apartment that you were given by your other self, and Zayne has cooked a tasty and hearty meal. Since you can walk again, slowly but at least without much pain, you made sure to leave Rafayels place, even if the artist protested vehemently. But you were adamant in your decision. You don’t want to stay there since it’s his and her home. Here in this apartment, you feel more like yourself, without being reminded all the time, that Rafayel doesn’t belong to you. Something hard to think of as long as you were in Whitesand Bay, and he rustled around you non-stop.
“Meal is ready.” comes Zaynes calm voice from the kitchen, and you look up from a pile of reports that speak about the day you were found and the wanderer attacks the day she went missing. You try to get some hints or info, but without success yet.
“I’m hungry. Thank you, Doctor,” you answer politely, trying to maintain a distance from him since you’re not sure if getting closer involved with them all is a good idea. It’ll hurt more than enough if you have to get away from Rafayel, adding the pain from leaving the others as well… you’d rather not think of that.
Zayne arrives at the dinner table with the dishes and sits beside you. Sliding over yours, he looks at you with a raised brow and piercing hazel-green eyes. “Now we’re back to being formal? What happened to just “Zayne’?”
Looking down at your food, you shyly answer: “Well, nothing. Isn’t that the right way to address you, since I’m a stranger to you?”
The dark-haired man chuckles “I see. How come you let a stranger cook in your kitchen and even eat lunch with him?” his tone slightly amused and teasing, like as you are familiar with from the hours in-game.
If he hadn’t been so caring towards you, you would have punched him in the shoulder, like you do with Rafayel all the time. But Zayne always makes you warm and safe, you can’t be angry with him. “Come on, you know what I mean.” you chide him softly instead “You treat me like I am her, and you know it’s not the case. You literally don’t know me.”
Zayne stops eating and looks at you with a serious gaze. “You might be correct. However, you forget one thing. She and you are similar to each other, not like two sides of a coin, but more like a total copy of said coin. You talk like her, act like her. The only difference I catch so far is that there is no protocore in your heart and its condition.” he pauses for a moment. “So tell me, why should I treat you otherwise?”
In surprise your gaze shoots up to him, your mouth gapes open and your brain has a hard time coming up with a retort for a moment. Is Zayne serious? It makes no difference to him? Does this also mean, that….? But you can’t think along nor answer as he continues.
“So please, do not treat me as a stranger when I am not. You told me you know me from that game, and so far this figure seems accurately similar to me.” the hazel-green eyes turn soft, and you forget where you are for a second, and absentmindedly you stutter out “O- okay... Zayne.”
You continue your meal in silence, too embarrassed to talk with him, and the dark-haired man does seem content with it.
After the shared meal, Zayne vanishes into the kitchen again, apparently cleaning and stuff. You want to sink yourself into the documents as a blinding light flashes the whole place for a second, making you close your eyes to protect them. Then two figures plopped out of it, stumbling into the living room.
“Stop touching me! I’m not your hugging buddy, you know?”, comes Rafayels screaming voice as he steps away from Xavier and falls onto the little white sofa into a half-lying position. One arm throwing over his eyes, his black suit crumbled and burnt, his dramatics continue “I’m so dizzy! Next time, give me a warning before you do that, Sparky!”
The other man still stands unfazed, the white hunter’s uniform covered with dark dust stains and blue shimmering meta flux remnants. “It was the fastest way, or did you rather get captured, Rafayel?” sky-colored eyes wander around till they spot you. “Don’t worry, we’re okay.” The silver-haired hunter walks over to you and sits beside you at the table “How are you?
You try to hide a grin at the scene that has unfolded before as you open your eyes again. Not in your wildest dreams you have thought to see Rafayel and Xavier working together.
You’re about to answer the question as Zayne steps out of the kitchen, and with his stoic demeanor, he calls out to both men. “Get your clothes and hands clean, so you can eat. You can tell what happened in the process,” he orders with a firm voice.
You’re quite surprised as Xavier actually walks to the bathroom to do so and Rafayel follows suit, but of course not without leaving a snarky comment. “Just because I’m starving…”
Trying to hide a giggle you free some spots at the table to make room for them to eat.
During the meal, they report what happened, Rafayel with wild gestures and his best storytelling attitude, and Xavier interrupts him with a calm voice, playing it down and asking him to stop exaggerating.
It is such a fun experience that you laugh and giggle all the way, even if the topic is serious, Zayne also couldn’t hide a smile here and there as you throw a few glances in his direction.
“But there was no sign of her, so all the effort to infiltrate that building was in vain.” Xavier ends the report, and you catch Rafayel grabbing his fork a little tighter.
“Then we need to infiltrate the next until we find her.” comes his dark and serious voice as he picked some meat onto his tool.
“To break into every single building that belongs to Ever or Xander isn’t very effective, Rafayel.” Zaynes timbre interrupts the silence that settled after the painter stated his idea. “We need to rethink our plan. With every day she could be in more danger.”
That breaks something inside the Lemurian and Rafayel suddenly jumps up from his chair “Dontcha I think I’m unaware of this?” he hisses at the other. “So tell me, O mighty doctor” now mocking, “as long as you can’t use psychic powers, what do you think we should do! Our only hints are her dreams.” as he pushes his plate over the table to Zayne and glares at him with an angry fire in his eyes.
The dark-haired doesn’t even flinch as some of the food he cooked flies onto his gray vest. “To go on a rampage won’t help either. Why don’t you calm yourself first by cleaning the dishes? Xavier and I are going through the maps and reports again meanwhile.”
You look back at Rafayel who still glares at Zayne, small cracks of fire dancing around his fingers. Xavier is calmly eating, completely unimpressed by the commotion surrounding him. Zaynes hands are pressed flat on the surface of the table as small snowflakes spread beneath his palms. The doctor isn’t as calm as he appears to be, and you’re afraid they jump at each other’s throats if you don’t intervene.
Okay, you got this! And you rise from the chair, grabbing the painter’s hand and pulling him with some force into the kitchen. Wincing from pain caused by that, it’s enough to turn his focus to you.
“Cutie, whatcha doing?” he calls out worriedly his anger immediately evaporates at your pain.
“No murder on my dance floor!” you state and look back at him.
Rafayel furrows his brows at you, ocean eyes filled with utter confusion. “What? Did the Popsicle mix some drugs in the food?”
You giggle and roll your eyes “No, you silly fish! Zayne was nothing but very attentive to me.”
That gets you an angry pout from the purple-haired, and you need to bite back another laugh. He looks just adorable with his arms crossed on his chest, the head turned to the side and his bottom lip slightly pushed off. It makes your heart skip a few beats and jump erratically in your chest.
“I bet he was. Sticking to you like a sugary bonbon.” and with a fading voice “He always wants what is mine…”
You’re not sure if you heard it right between the beating of your heart or what he meant by that, so you decide to just ignore it and go back to the issue that brought you into the kitchen.
“What I tried to say is, please don’t kill each other. I know it must be hard for you to be separated from her.” sighing you touch his still-crossed arms, giving him some sort of comfort. That gets you back his attention and Rafayel relaxes a bit indeed and exhales loudly. “Can’t you locate at least some direction or so with you know... Your fishy sense?”
The Lemurian huffs and gives you an upside-down smile “This again? I told you already it doesn’t work like that.” and caresses your cheek with his hand. “And I already searched together with Sparky some locations. We couldn’t find her. All other spots in question are in the N109 Zone…”
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
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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.
