peter parker falls in love with tony starkās daughter; years later, sheās a latverian witch and doomās daughter in battleworldā¦
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imagine ifā¦ peter parker fell in love with you during the trip to berlin when tony stark introduced you as his daughter to the spider-boy, two little nerds ignited a spark, then you begged tony to study at midtown high and he agreed, both you and peter spent months working together as hero and assistant, everyone confused as to why iron manās daughter was best friends with penis parker, feelings blossomed but the confession came during the battle with thanos, peter kissed you and confessed he loved you, but disappearedā¦ you survived the blip and the mutant gene awakened; turning you a telepath and chaos magic user, you were sent to space with captain marvel and eventually learned peter was alive, after the loss of your father, peter and you started a relationship, during the euro school trip deep conversations came, then mysterio revealed peterās identity and your abilities; people wanted you to leave peter and reclaim your place as a stark, you begged peter to not add you into the spell but he said he needed to protect you after all youād been through, but you secretly agreed with dr. strange to make peter forget you, so he didā¦ four years later peter and you were strangers, he isolated himself from the world and you stayed filling your fatherās place with jobs and charities, until you return to new york, you realized damage control was after mutants, you secretly met jean grey and started working together in silence, until peter discovered you and during the final fight, you received the bullet instead of him, so jean intervened and discovered you and spider-man had a long history together, so she unlocked the memories and peter got so panicked and scared at the thought of losing you, everything turned out fineā¦ until one morning, when peter woke up in battleworld, everyone was brainwashed, a few remembered what happened and what doom did, so peter joined them and followed them to latveria, because he knew you could be there, but he never expected to end up face to face with dr. doom, who looked identical to tony stark, then he called someone and a latverian witch appeared and removed her scary mask, peter saw you kneeling before him, calling him a ādauntless nuisanceā, offering a vile smile and acting as if spider-man wasnāt the love of your life; in battleword, you were doomās daughter, heir to the throne of latveria and peter had to find a way to make you remember everything again.
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someone better write this or im gonna š§š»āāļø
summary ā¢ you really like professor rafayel qi, he might like you too but that woman by his side seemed to be his girlfriendā¦ or so you thought
warnings ā¢ slight age gap (reader is a graduate student), angst (reader seeing rafayel with mc) misunderstandings, reader being avoidant, happy ending, cringe, grammar mistakes
notes ā¢ as a future professor and piscesā¦ I YEARN FOR PROFESSOR RAFAYEL QI !!!!!!!
You hated the long walk from your assigned classroom to your office. It was a twelve-minute walk of cardio with at least 12 LBS of belongings being carried at the same time. At least you never wore heels, you did once, and by the time you arrived at your office, you had blisters on your feet.
You truly disliked the long walk from your assigned classroom to your office. Until Professor Rafayel Qi started joining youā¦
āWhy do you insist on making your students take exams on paper?ā he asked, walking by your side with a big pile of papers in his hands.
āItās easier, for me. And I avoid having to download their papers into my laptopā
āWell, at least we wouldnāt have to be carrying this much paper every three weeksā chuckling, you stopped Rafayel.
āProfessor Qi, you donāt have to help me. I can carry themā¦ā he rolled his eyes and smirked.
āNonsense, I like helping you. And stop calling me thatā¦ Iām not that olderā carrying the papers with one hand, he used the free one to pinch your cheek.
You blushed, heart racing at the instant and a tingling sensation running through your palms and chest.
āYou may call me Rafayel. Weāve reached past the colleague stage, no?ā Waiting for a reply, you smiled at him nervously.
āOf courseā¦ā
As a graduate student, you were able to start instructing a few undergraduate courses while working on your thesis, Rafayel turned out to be your thesis advisor. His office was right around the corner where your little storage room/office was. And he turned out to be so nice, funny, and hot, that a few weeks after meeting him, he was your crush.
It remained a mystery how he could be a recognized and famous artist and lecturer when he was a few years older than you.
Rafayel already knew his way to your office. Sometimes, heād even surprise you with a little plant resting on your desk. All of them are placed in the window beside your desk.
Once both of you arrived, he placed the pile of papers on the desk and turned to look at you with an amused smile. You couldnāt help but reply with a silly grin, which made you worry for a second that your feelings for him would be sooner or later unveiled by him.
āSo, at what time are you leaving today?ā he suddenly asked.
āProbably by sunset. I have to grade this, then Iāll get dinner, finish changing a few things in a module for a class, and then Iām outā you answered, not noticing your long sentence, to which Rafayel chukled.
āPerhaps we could have dinner togetherā¦ā
Your heart nearly stopped. Your eyes snapped open at his sudden, indirect invitation, and you wanted to gasp.
āUh- dinner? Both of us?ā
āYeah, only if youād like, of courseā
Not wanting to push it, you tried to convince yourself that it was just a casual invitation. So you wanted to keep it that wayā¦
āWe could go to the food court!ā
āOhā¦ the foodcourt, yeah!ā
āIāll see you thereā you assured him before taking a seat in front of your desk.
With a brief exchange of smiles, Rafayel politely left your office.
You finished everything earlier, just to ensure you would meet with Rafayel.
With a sudden burst of confidence, you gathered your stuff and turned off your computer.
As you approached the food court, you couldnāt help but smile. You knew it wasnāt a healthy decision to think a casual dinner gathering on campus was a signal of mutual development of feelings.
Your steps were precise and slow as you started looking for Rafayel around the food court. The place was usually crowded, full of students, and a few brave professors, such as Rafayel.
You spotted his memorable hair and smiled. But just a step forward after that, you abruptly stopped.
He wasnāt alone. He was with another woman. Sitting, facing each other.
You had seen her before. Unfortunately many times, they seemed like friends but she was kinda touchy.
And then, two students got closer to say hi to Professor Rafayel Qi.
āWhat a surprise to see you around campus, Professor Qi!ā a girl said.
They seemed like newly arrived students, freshman type.
Rafayel turned to greet her with a little smile.
āWell, I wanted to try something different todayā
The woman seated with Rafayel chuckled and her hair seemed to bounce as if it were a shampoo advertisement. All while Rafayel watched her laugh and smiled a little.
You wanted to die on the spot.
āAnd this must be your girlfriend?ā the other girl nosily asked.
You couldnāt bear to stand there another second. So you cowardly left without looking back.
By the time you arrived at your place, you had some unread messages from Rafayel. He was asking why you didnāt appear and if you were okay.
You decided to take a shower and answer him in the morning.
ā¦
The following day you are somewhat free, so you decide to take your job under the warm sun. At least an hour passes before you are too concentrated on another excerpt of your upcoming thesis. You should have consulted Rafayel first but after the incident at the food court, you werenāt in the mood to be talkative.
Your replies explaining that you couldnāt get to have dinner with him because a headache fogged your mind were dry.
Yet, Rafayel answered cheerfully and even sent a little chicken with a heart sticker.
You knew who the woman was. His bodyguard, or at least that what he said when he introduced you two months ago.
She was two years older than you, a skilled hunter, and extremely pretty.
Not that you were insecure about your appearance, but the difference was undeniable. She was a literal model, just as Rafayel.
Consequently, they looked perfect together.
But as you type in a record time, you donāt think about the perfect hunter nor the professor who stole your heart.
āThere you are! I was looking for youā¦ā You doubt when you hear a voice, not knowing if it is calling you.
Once you turned around, you saw Rafayel entering the wide terrace, with his glasses on, university badge dangling, and wearing an elegant grey blazer.
āMe?ā you ask taken aback.
āYes, you. Now, put that aside for a momentā he pointed at your laptop.
You removed your sunglasses, noticing he was carrying a takeout bag.
As soon as you closed your laptop and placed it aside, Rafayel took out three boxes from the paper bag and gave you a sweet smile.
He urged you to open the boxes. Curiously, you did.
āYou rememberedā¦ā
āWhy wouldnāt I?- ā he answered with a cocky tone. Almost as if he were proud of remembering.
Little did you know, he was very proud of himself. Whenever he made you smile or laugh, he internally cheered.
In the table rested two orders of poke and rice. Buttered spicy mayo salmon, spicy garlic tuna, and a side of chicken katsu.
You had told Rafayel weeks before that you were looking for a Hawaiian poke restaurant that served authentic food, but you hadnāt been lucky yet.
He spent weeks looking for a decent place. Started at Whitesand Bay, near his house, thinking there would be greater chances to find fresh fish. But the place turned out to be closer to Linkon University.
āYou couldnāt make it for dinner yesterday and I spent weeks looking for a decent place of pokeā¦ā he says, taking a seat in front of you.
āMy friend, the hunterā¦ Remember her?ā Your ears ring and you have to subtly nod, trying to hide your jealousy.
āWell, she was doing patrol nearby and stopped to say hi. I was waiting for you at the food court and she appeared, I ended up having dinner with herā
āOhā¦ā Itās all you say, poking at the salmon.
āI told her I wanted to find a poke place for you and she told me to buy you food from hereā Rafael added, a slight flush in his face appeared, but you doubted he was getting blushed.
Finally, you tasted the salmon and you had to close your eyes for a second. It was extremely good. The salmon was soft, it literally melted in your mouth, with the rice and the buttery flavor of the spicy mayo, it was almost perfect.
āOh my god, itās too goodā Rafael smiled, enjoying the view of you satisfied with the food.
āI havenāt eaten in that place, itās my first time trying it tooā After that, he tried the salmon and nodded, approving the dish.
āImpressive fish they have. Itās fresh and tastes great!ā
āGreat taste of Miss Hunterā you had to admit, Rafael didnāt say anything.
āHey, next time, Iām taking you there and weāll eat outside. They had a nice patio and great music playingā¦ā
āIād like thatā you agreed, smiling at him.
āIn fact, we could go there next week. After you come with me to my newest exhibition at the galleryā you stopped chewing on your food.
Could it be a date?ā¦ You couldnāt dare to ask him if Miss Hunter was his girlfriend or not. Still, you nodded as Rafael literally cheered.
ā¦
As soon as you stepped a foot outside of the cab, you wondered if your outfit was too simple. Everyone was wearing elegant tuxedos and cocktail dresses. You are in a silk salmon dress, nightgown style, with a pair of rose gold baby heels and a green oversized cardigan falling from one of your shoulders.
It was Rafayelās exhibition and you didnāt know anyone. Until you spotted Thomas, who greeted you with a smile and a quick hug.
āHey, you made it!ā
āYeah, I didā you answered softly.
āI know you came for Rafayel but I want you to meet my wife. The baby couldnāt make it here thoā¦ā
āReally? Iād like thatā¦ā You knew Thomas was married, and you didnāt need to know his family to confirm he was a great husband and father.
āSheās gonna love your dress, you look amazingā and just as you were about to follow him, a voice stopped you two.
āShe looks perfectā¦ā When you turned, you saw Rafayel, eyeing you up and down with a genuine smile.
Your hands started sweating. He looked gorgeous, with an exotic dress shirt and pants that matched.
How could his hair look so perfect even when it was messy and disheveled?
āRafayel-ā you greeted him, avoiding his gaze.
He stepped between you and Thomas and leaned to kiss your cheek.
He had never done that beforeā¦
āI meant it, you look perfectā his soft whisper sent shivers down your spine.
āThanksā¦ā with a little wink, you turned back to Thomas.
āIāll be with you and your wife in a bitā the young man nodded, only after glancing back and forth between you and Rafayel.
After the blonde disappeared through the crowd, Rafayel grabbed your wrist and started dragging you away.
āWhere are we going?ā
āI want you to see my most important piece so farā¦ā
A few seconds later, Rafayel stopped in a secluded room, and a big single canvas rested in the middle.
It was a woman looking at the sea. The sun looked purple, reflecting the orange and pink sunset. The hem of the womanās dress seemed to mix with the oceanās shore.
āItās- beautiful. Very different from the rest of the exhibitionā¦ā You added, lost in the view of the painting.
Suddenly you felt his warmth behind you. Just inches away from you, his hands are debating whether to touch your waist or not.
āYou think so?ā¦ā
His voice in your ear made you gasp. He heard you and smirked to himself.
āYesā¦ā You answered.
The tension was palpable. The air felt suffocating, you wanted to step back and let your back collide with his chest.
His breath impacted your bare neck and everything seemed close to explode and-
āRafayel!ā
Both of you snapped out, turning around to see a woman standing near the door. Miss Hunterā¦ wearing a red dress, her hair in a braid, and with visible pink makeup.
āIām so sorry. I swear I didnāt want to interruptā¦ā
She was looking for himā¦ You suddenly felt small in the room.
āItās okayā¦ Iāll head back with Thomasā
āWait, y/n.-ā Rafayel couldnāt stop you, you were already gone. You brushed past the woman so fast that even her hair and dress swayed.
Rafayel frowned, huffed, and looked at Miss Hunter visibly annoyed.
āDid I ruin it?ā His friend asked.
āWhat do you think, Sherlock?ā Rolling his eyes, Rafayel huffed again.
āI was this close to telling her. I already had her and-ā
āIām truly sorry, Rafayelā The man shook his head, not wanting to fight with his friend.
āNo, itās okay. Perhaps it wasnāt the momentā¦ā
āI think it wasā¦ go find her and tell her no matter who sheās talking toā feeling a sudden rush of excitement, Rafayel sighed.
āYeah, okay- youāre rightā
āGood luck!ā
He rushed to get through the crowd and people stopped him to greet him and congratulate him on his work. Rafayel only forced smiles and shook hands with strangers as he tried to look for you.
Until he spotted Thomas.
āHave you seen y/n?ā He asked with urgency.
Thomas shrugged, giving one last sip to his drink.
āShe just leftā¦ā Thomas revealed.
āDid she say why?ā
āNot really, just that she was tired and could feel a migraine incomingā
āThat sneaky little liarā¦ā Rafayel sighed with evident stress.
āWhat?ā
āI like her, Thomas. I wanted to confess my feelings for herā Thomas genuinely seemed surprised. He always expected a sassy response from his friend, but he rarely experienced seeing him desperate and anxious.
āRafayel, relax. Call her and set up with her to meet and talkā¦ sheāll listenā slowly, he nodded.
But when he arrived at his place and called you multiple times, you didnāt answer.
Rafayel got so angry that he deliberately crushed many seashells and had to go for a late-night swim to clear his head.
You didnāt even bother to see his messages.
ā¦
Two days later, you returned to your office. Everything was quiet. And it saddened you how didnāt receive more messages from Rafayel. But it was for the best.
You finished your coffee and sandwich before returning to your computer.
Not even a knock. Rafayel just stomped into your office. Your heart nearly stopped.
āTwo days and you havenāt spoken to meā
āAnd I just noticed Iām no longer your thesis advisor?ā Rafayel was visibly angry. His face was expectant, he demanded an answer from you.
Feeling extremely nervous, you sighed, trying to calm yourself before standing up.
āRafayel, Iām sorry. Itās better this wayā¦ā You said to give him a little squeeze on the shoulder.
āCutie, wait- Did I do something to bother you?ā¦I-ā
āIām busy, I wonāt have time to keep working with you. And I donāt want to interfere between you and your girlfriend, itās awkwardā you explained nonchalantly.
Rafayel tried to study your face as you stood up, grabbing a few books, your phone, and a flask. Only to turn and eye him before leaving.
āWhat?ā He couldnāt believe what you just said.
āBut truly, thank you for everything you did for meā¦ā finally you added, with an evident sad smile on your face.
Your shoes echoed, the sound fading away as you headed for the elevator. Rafayel remained seated at your desk, a big frown on his face.
Suddenly he got up. He needed answers from you. It wasnāt fair how you simply dodged him.
But when he looked around, there was no trace of you in the hallway. You were goneā¦
ā¦
After things cooled down, youād be able to return to your office. It wasnāt that bad working at the universityās library. On the fourth floor, it was mostly empty. Usually an hour before closing, it was completely empty and mostly dark. It was a little scary but comfortable at the same time. The librarian was your friend and was in charge of not letting anyone inside.
You were working nonstop. Books scattered to your right, papers yet to be graded on the left. Your laptop almost died, the battery being at 12%.
And you had to go find a book through the shelves.
The wooden stairs on each shelf had the railings to support yourself. That didnāt matter because you were still nervous about climbing them.
You got high enough to not want to look down. Looking through the lettersT, you quickly found āThe Layers of Expressionism Volume IIIā.
Getting up on the stairs was one thing, but getting downā¦
āYou deceive me, ignore me, and pretend weāre fineā
That voiceā¦ it was Rafayel. You got startled, nearly screamed, and tripped, almost falling from the stairs.
āIām not deceiving you!ā you yelled, gripping the railing so hard your knuckles turned white.
āQuiet, weāre in a libraryā Rafayel stepped closer, you could see he was wearing his usual lecture outfit and glasses.
āItās empty, for real!ā
The man looked up at you and stopped frowning, only to smile, already teasing you.
āAnd I suggest you come down so we can have a proper talkā¦ You know, professor to professorā
āIām fine right where I amā you answered, sounding completely nervous.
Rafayel chuckled.
āDonāt you think I deserve an apology and to explain a little more about me?ā Expectant and cheekily smiling, you nodded at Rafayel.
āI guess soā¦ā sighing, you carefully got down, finally exhaling in relief as your feet touched the ground.
Rafayel stepped in front of you, clearing his throat.
āYou implied I have a girlfriendā¦ā
āMiss Hunter stopped being my bodyguard a while ago. Sheās a great friend. Whoās well aware of my likes and dislikesā The more he stepped forward, the more you wanted to run away. Your heart was beating rapidly and your cheeks were on fire.
Nothing prepared you for such an embarrassing moment.
āAnd Iām well aware of what Iām doing and what I wantā he added, finally cornering you between the stairs and his body.
āRafayelā¦ā his slender hand softly pressed against your mouth, making you go quiet, your eyes opening at the sudden touch.
He eyed you deeply. And you discovered a hidden fondness and obsession behind his unique eyes.
āBut the truth isā¦ that Iām- nervous. What I want might be out of my reachā You clutched the edge of the table harder, catching on his words. Nervous about what else he was going to add.
āSheās adorable, always being my perfect companion. But sheās clueless and avoidantā¦ Do you actually think she enjoys my attention? Becauseā¦ā
āI really like you, y/nā Rafayel confessed.
Gasping, you stared at him in shock.
āAnd I need to know if you feel the sameā
āThis is the reason why I ran away every time, youā¦ I-ā you sighed, ready to spill the next words out loud.
āI like you too, Rafayelā A shy smile slowly appeared on his face.
āReally? We couldāve already had a dozen meaningful memories together, y/n. You delayed ages of affection between us!ā Sensing his dramatic tone, you chuckled.
āIām sorry, I really am. I shouldāve been mature enough to tell you how I felt since the beginningā
āWouldāve, couldāve, shouldāveā¦ā Both of you smiled at each other.
In the middle of the darkness of that section in the library, everything was quiet. But you could only hear your heart beating.
Rafayel leaned closer, just like the night at the exhibition.
This time you wouldnāt run away. You had him face-to-face, inches away from connecting your lips with his.
āKiss me, Rafayelā
And so he did.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed yourself to relax in his warmth. The kiss turned sloppy and the burning sensation quickly made you addicted.
You heard him whimper and you immediately felt on fire. The kiss slowly trailed down to your neck and it was your turn to sigh, almost moaning.
Until the lights of the whole floor of the library were turned on and the librarian was standing near the principal door, looking at you and Rafayel completely mortified.
āOh my god, Iām sorry, Marinaā you quickly moved away from Rafayel and started gathering your stuff.
āApologies, miss. We got a little carried awayā¦ā
The young woman ended up chuckling.
āWhen I let you in, Professor Qi, I thought you said you had some thesis stuff to work on with y/nā Rafayel babbled.
āYeahā¦ uh- her thesis is about the romance and tragedy of a kiss in medieval time so-ā
āJust turn off the lights and lock the door when youāre done. Bye, lovebirdsā and with that, Marina left.
You let out a long sigh and then eyed Rafayel, who scratched the back of his head.
āWas it good at least?ā
āIt was perfectā¦ā You soothed him, kissing his cheek and handing him some of your books so he could help you.
āMay I take you to dinner, finally?ā
āYou mayā¦ā
You two walked out of the library holding hands, when a thought rang in your head.
āRafayelā¦ shouldnāt we keep this private? I could get you in troubleā¦ā Sensing your worries, Rafayel caressed your hand with his thumb.
āYouāre already faculty staff, cutie. Perhaps you should make your thesis advisor again and Iāll make sure you get a new office just in front of mineā
āI sense persuasion?ā
āOnly a littleā¦ā he smiled as both of you reached your car.
āCome to my place tonight. Iāll cook something and we can have some drinks by the beachā¦ā Slowly, you nodded at him.
āAlrightā¦ā
āUntil later, Professor Qiā
āSee you later, girlfriendā rolling your eyes, you playfully pushed him and kissed his cheek.
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This was supposed to be better and detailed but I wanted to post it asap since I have college work to do, sorryyyyyy
summary ā¢ rafayel ends up stranded on hat island with mc, his worried girlfriend finds out and ghosts him, leaving him begging for forgiveness before valentineās day
warnings ā¢ misunderstandings, slight angst, mostly fluff, raffie lore, his two cocks, sex heavily implied, cringe, grammar errors
notes ā¢ gonna get drunk to officially meet sylus and caleb in the game for the first time omg
ā°āā¤ Cutie, cāmon, tomorrow itās valentines day :(
ā°āā¤ Iām gonna wait for Thomas at his place so he can run me over with his car :(
ā°āā¤ I have a whole weekend planned with you, please answer me š„ŗ
ā°āā¤ You can even choke me if you wantā¦
ā°āā¤ Wait, thatād be hotš
ā°āā¤ Anyways, Iām sorry my baby jellyfish :(((((
You huffed, putting down your phone after it started vibrating with new messages. You opened his chat and furiously started texting.
ā°āā¤ After Thomas runs you over with his car, you can go with miss bodyguard to GO F YOURSELF AVENUE, good night, Rafayel.
[eight hours earlierā¦]
There were no official plans for the day. But you wanted to go out, you craved a little casual eating with your boyfriend. And maybe, then the two of you could go to a library or go with him to see if his next event was ready at the gallery.
Rafayel had just returned from his overseas exhibition tour. Almost two months gone, he left you in charge of his house and the galleries since he didnāt trust anyone besides you, his aunt, and Thomas. And the whole time he was gone, it wasnāt that bad.
Upon his return, you wanted to spend all the time you could together. Without being suffocating, because Rafayel was already clingy, needy, and dramatic. But he was your favorite personā¦ until a day and a half before Valentineās.
You had been so good to him since his return, like spending hours at his giant bathtub until your fingertips looked like raisins, or ordering seafood despite your poor attempts to enjoy it besides poke and sushi. You even posed for him, FOR FIVE HOURS!!!! Just because baby Rafayel missed you so much that he needed to paint you for the twelfth time.
So you went to the living room where he was sketching something in a notebook.
You went behind the couch and leaned to kiss his temple.
āRaffieeeeeeee...ā He chuckled and tilted his head to kinda snuggle with yours.
āYes, cutie?ā You started massaging his shoulders just because. And somehow, you earned a little sigh from him.
āDonāt you feel like going out? To get some noodles? Or maybe poke again? Or sangrias and bread?ā You kept kissing the left side of his face. And every time, Rafayel smiled more and more.
āAnd thereās this new book I want to pre-order too, nowā¦ can we go?ā He turned to see your fluttering eyelashes and felt like a little fish swimming in circles from excitement.
Rafayel was obsessed with you. In a healthy and unhealthy way, he was bad bad bad bad down for you.
But, in that obsession also lay his worries for you. He wanted to make things easy and safe for you no matter what. So he knew he had to turn down your offer.
āWith tears in my eyes, I have to decline, cutieā
āOkayā¦ why, though?ā
āRemember my bodyguard?ā He asked and you nodded, moving around the couch to face him.
āOh, yeah, the hunter. I like her, but I donāt like where this is goingā¦ā Rafayel quickly stood up, forgetting about his sketch.
āThereās nothing to worry about. Iām going with her to Hat Island, she wants to investigate a few anomalies and I need pigments. This is my chanceā¦ā you believed him, you didnāt think that hunter was a problem. She was always nice to you, knew you were Rafayelās girlfriend and even invited you to hang out with her and other friends before.
āI will be back before sunset. Itās only midday and Iām seeing her in an hour. If itās not a bother, you could go to pre-order the book, buy a nice dress for this weekend, and get some food to eat for dinner tonightā he added, sliding his hands under your sweatshirt, simply feeling your waist and back.
āWhat are we doing this weekendā he shrugged, feigning disinterest and kissing your neck.
āI canāt tell you that, cutie. But get a dress, maybe a long silk one, with boots and a coat, golden jewelry, and a sequined purseā you cackled.
āI knew someone else was logging into my Pinterestā you accused him with a gentle punch.
Rafayel chukled, pulling you closer towards him.
āI want to know your style to always match with youā
āBefore you go, take my card, cutie. Pleaseā¦ā Rafayel suggested, you simply rolled your eyes.
āNuh-uh, I donāt like using your cardā
āOh, so you hate meā you kissed him to shut him up, and quickly his little tantrum seized.
āFine, Iāll use your card. But only for dinnerā
āBut!-ā
āShut up, Rafayel. Or there wonāt be any sex tonightā your boyfriend hid his face in your neck, returning to caress your waist under your clothes.
āYouāre so mean to me, cutie. Good thing I like itā¦ā
āSomethingās wrong in your headā you said while chuckling and stepping on your tiptoes to kiss him again.
āBe careful, take care of yourself and her as wellā he nodded.
āBut Iām paying her! Sheās taking care of me!ā You gently smacked his head.
He was perfect for you. And still there was always something about your boyfriend that made you wonder. You werenāt sure what it was. He was too many things, but he wasnāt one of secrets. And yet, you felt that something was missing.
And it didnāt make sense how you always associated his mysterious side with the ocean.
ā¦
It was eight oāclock and Rafayel hadnāt called. You were so hungry you ate the food you brought and now the half left was cold and tucked in the fridge.
You were worried. For a minute you thought about going to look after him and his bodyguard but thatād be stupid, you needed help.
So you called Thomas.
āHello?ā He answered after a few rings.
āThomas, itās y/nā¦ā
āWhat happened?ā
āI donāt know where Rafayel is. Iām so worried, Thomas. He said he was going to Hat Island with his bodyguard, returning before sunset and itās already lateā¦ I-ā
āBreathe, y/n. Let me check around the area, weāll find him, you know how reckless Rafayel can beā despite being in a call, you nodded.
āBut heās also smart and miss bodyguard too. Donāt worry, weāll find him. Now go and make some tea to help you calm down and wait for my call, pleaseā
Letting out a long sigh, you nodded again.
āThank you, Thomas. I highly appreciate it and sorry for bothering; just Rafayel and his bullshitā the man chuckled.
āYeah, I might need a higher payā both of you chuckled and then you hung up.
Yet, you still felt anxious. And you had a lot of questions. Two hours later you ended up sleeping in the living room, where your boyfriend's unfinished canvas remained waiting.
The phone rang and you woke up in a hurry, knowing itād be Thomas.
āThomas?ā
āRafayel and Miss Bodyguard were stranded and a patrol is going for them, a bonfire was detected. Itās themā you sighed, a little less worried than before. But anger started to take over.
How could Rafayel be so reckless and not call you? He always carried his phone.
His bodyguard had the best technology in her hands and couldnāt let you know either?
āAre you still there, y/n? Iām at the beach, near the main parking, waiting for the patrol to arriveā Thomas let you know.
āIāll see you thereā you answered coldly.
You grabbed your bag, phone, and keys, not without turning off the lights. In case you didnāt return with Rafayel.
ā¦
When you arrived, the patrol was also descending from the boat. The siren lights were still on. Thomas was talking with an officer, visibly stressed out, probably trying to bail out Rafayel from whatever had happened. You wrapped your arms around you, feeling the cold breeze chill your cheeks and chest. There were no ambulances, so he was okay. Your steeps digger further into the sand, voices sounding louder.
The sea shone with the blue and red lights and soon you found Rafayel wrapped in a towel, laughing beside her bodyguard, who for some reason hugged him abruptly in the sand.
You stood there speechless.
Hours spent worried, wondering what had happened, only to find him laughing with another woman, like you werenāt the reason why he was back in mainland?
Your eyes got teary out of nowhere. So many emotions bubbled up in a second, worsening when Rafayel finally spotted you a few steps away from him.
Turning to leave, you heard him calling your name. Your steps felt heavy and clumsy because of the sand, he was closer and your heart started beating faster than ever.
You didnāt want to hear him. Even if everything was a misunderstanding, you still had a feeling, suggesting that Rafayel had never told you the whole truth about something. Perhaps it was related to her bodyguard or the ocean like you suspected.
But the moment you reached the parking lot, you literally started jogging.
āCutie, stop!ā You heard Rafayel yell.
You did the opposite, you pulled backwards and then you pressed the gas to leave the parking lot.
Rafayel cursed as he saw you driving away.
āWhy is she so mad?ā
āBecause she was very worried, Rafayel. Your girlfriend was expecting you home before sunset. She was so scared that she called me. I told you to rent a boat, I also told you to be carefulā Thomas said appearing behind him. Rafayel sighed, looking up at the sky.
āAre you lecturing me, Thomas?ā
āFor the first time, yes, I am. I told you to call her the moment you stepped off the boat and you decided to stay and have a talk with Miss Bodyguard. Itās not my business, but y/n is a friend. And as your friend as well, Iām telling you to go now and talk with your girlfriend before she thinks of something worse than just you and her bodyguard talkingā
Damn heās right, Iām an asshole, Rafayel thought.
āIt pains me to accept how right you are. Iām gonna get hanged or even worse, ghosted by my own girlfriendā Rafayel admitted.
Thomas patted his back and handed him the keys to his car. Rafayel simply stared at him confused.
āMiss bodyguard can give me a rideā nodding, Rafayel left in a hurry.
But when he arrived at his own place, it was empty.
There was still a familiar smell of garlic bread and vinegar. When he opened the fridge, he saw two boxes of food. Then, he walked towards his room, hoping to find you in bed or showering, finding it also empty.
And there he also found two bags. He saw pink silk and lilac lace.
His heart sank, knowing you had been expecting him. He made you worry, and when you found him, he wasnāt running to your arms, he was with another woman.
Rafayel hated himself for a moment. But no matter how many times he called you that night, you didnāt answer.
Nor the following dayā¦ he went to your place and found it empty. After calling your parents, they told him you were spending the day with them.
46 missing calls, 21 messages and you werenāt ready to forgive him yet. But at least you answered his messages.
ā°āā¤ After Thomas runs over you with his car, you can go with her to GO F YOURSELF AVENUE, good night, Rafayel.
He knew he had to hurry, he didnāt want to spend Valentineās Day with you mad at him.
ā¦
On the day of love and friendship, you woke up in a better mood and somehow, you missed Rafayel. You wanted to call him and talk but you were still hurt.
Even miss bodyguard sent you a text apologizing for not letting you know, she also wished you a happy Valentineās Day along with Rafayel, like wishing you two to make up.
So Thomas mustāve told her about your outburst at the beach.
Maybe you were afraid of asking Rafayel the truth. Because you didnāt even know what you were asking for, but if there was a truthā¦ You were unsure about the implications. You did chicken nuggets, coconut and almond flour pancakes, and fruit for breakfast. Everything was heart-shaped.
As you were about to start eating, you spotted the duck with dumbbells plushie eyeing you from the couch. Another reminder of Rafayel and the empty seat in front of you.
But there was a knock, you quietly stood up and decided to open, thinking it was a package you had been waiting for.
And once you opened the door, you realized there was no package, just your boyfriend looking like a wounded puppy.
He was wearing elegant clothes, carrying a bouquet and two bags. One was the clothes you had bought the day before.
āCutie, Iām so sorry!ā He literally dropped to his knees.
āRafayel, what the fuck?ā Your elderly neighbor, who was watering her plants look over the street and frowned at the sight of a man on his knees, hugging you as if you were to disappear.
āPlease forgive me, I know I hurt you and was stupid and ignorant and a disgrace of a boyfriendā
āOkay, okay, I forgive you, but stand upā he did it in a second and was about to hug you but you just picked up the bags and bouquet, then you pushed him inside your apartment.
Rafayel stood inside, awkwardly looking at the untouched breakfast you made.
His stomach growled.
āI know you havenāt eaten. Grab a plateā¦ā you told him.
As he served some food on his plate, he sighed.
āIām truly sorryā
āWhy couldnāt you call me? Even after you came back, you didnāt call meā¦ā you said slowly, with a face showing how much it had hurt you.
āI donāt knowā¦ the adrenaline or simply my stupidity. Iām not trying to brush it off, but Iām truly sorry, cutie. I wonāt ever do something like that to you. I know you were so worried, not gonna do that againā slowly, you nodded at him.
āFine, youāre forgiven, fishieā patting his head, you gestured to take a seat.
āThank youā Rafayel loudly sighed, like resting, then he kissed your lips and remembered how badly he had missed you.
Even if it had just been a day and a half.
āHappy Valentineās Day, cutieā
āHappy Valentineās Day, my loveā you answered back, with an adorable smile that made him kiss you again.
ā¦
When breakfast was almost over, Rafayel spoke again.
āThe dress I asked you to buy, please wear it todayā
āWait, where are we going?ā With a proud smile, Rafayel smirked at you.
āIāll take you to the Dior exhibition of dresses. Then weāre going to pick a charm bracelet for you, and then weāre having lunch at this terrace that we like so much. Lastly, we are taking pictures near the bay and seeing the sunset before going to my place to have dinner. Of course, if you donāt make me choke on those chicken heart-shaped nuggets before!ā
āRafayelā¦ you remembered about the Dior exhibition and the bracelet! And you made a whole plan based on things we both like! And you just got on your knees to make me forgive youā you felt like you could cry.
He truly loved you. Not only because of the material things he could do for you. Because of his ability to listen, to make you happy despite never asking him to buy you stuff. And his silly ability to make you laugh and squirm out of nervousness at the same time.
āI love you, I would lick the floor if you asked me to. Iād even-ā
āOkay, I know it, fishie. Youāre utterly in love with me as much as I am with youā
āOhhh, please say it. Let me hear it, cutie!ā Rolling your eyes, you made him stand up.
āI love you, Rafayelā you were about to kiss him when he stopped you.
āWait, cutieā you frowned, still holding his hands.
āIām also telling you everything about me. Things that I kept from you becauseā¦ well- I thought I was protecting you, I want to share it so you canā¦ see who I amā
āRafayel, you are scaring meā
āNO, PLEASE DONāT BE SCARED! I promise you itās not bad, justā¦ promise me that youāll at least try to understandā
āI promiseā you answered without thinking about it, you just kissed him.
ā¦
At the Dior exhibition, Rafayel told you that his bodyguard and he had a bond, that she didnāt remember it and never would because he broke it, because of you. The moment he kissed you, the bond broke and Rafayel stopped thinking about her. You technically brought him peace again and a deeper connection with his roots.
At the jewelry shop, Rafayel picked a bracelet with little charms around it. His and your initials, a jellyfish, and a merman. When you asked why, he simply smiled at you and went to pay for the expensive but symbolic piece of jewelry.
At lunch, he told you about the people he eliminated. His connections with The Nest and his desire to avenge his people. When you asked who were his people were and what were his roots were, Rafayel sipped on his kombucha and pointed at the height of the terrace.
During the peaceful walk on the beach, you allowed him to take your hand. In silence, the two of you passed some people who were also walking, the sunset attracting people while it lasted and leaving pink tonalities in the sky.
Rafayel looked at you and smiled. He felt comfortable, completely safe, and light by your side.
āIām a Lemurianā he said out of nowhere.
You stopped walking, visibly confused.
āWhat?ā
āThat ancient civilization you learned about in history sometime, was real. Iām a lemurianā¦ā
āSo, uh- youā¦ you have a tail. You are a mermaid?ā You promised him to not be scared, but Rafayel sounded high as fuck.
Then he chuckled, stepping closer to you.
āYes, like a mermaidā¦ Do you believe me?ā
āI want to. I canāt send my sexy boyfriend to a psychiatristā he rolled his eyes and then grabbed your cheeks, gently forcing you to look at him.
āDonāt be afraidā and then, his eyes sparkled, in a mixture of blue and purple, pulsing scales appeared around his neck and you swore you felt the tide waves coming closer.
You gasped in shock.
āHoly shitā
Slowly, you reached for the scales in his neck. Soft and pretty, your touch was setting him on fire. It was the first time he showed you part of his true form. And it felt nice. Actually, veryyyyy niceā¦
āSo that bond with her wasā¦ from centuries agoā he nodded, enjoying your touch with his eyes closed.
But then, he stood straight. He gulped and held you closer, sneaking his slender hands behind your back, pulling you close.
āShe means nothing more than a friend to me. Itās only you, forevermoreā¦ā he promised you.
Rafayel looked you in the eye.
āCutie, youāre mineā it wasnāt a realization, merely just a reminder. So you smiled, leaning to rest your head in his chest.
āYours to hold against my will in the bathtub for hoursā kissing the top of your head, Rafayel chuckled.
āSo thatās why you always buy seafood. Why are there so many pearls in your house. OMG, CAN YOU FIGHT WITH DOLPHINS? YOU KNOW I HATE THEM AND KILLERWHALESā
Your boyfriend sighed, took your hand, and encouraged you to keep walking on the little trail by the sand.
āDolphins are loyal, but yeah, thereās something a little evil about them. And killerwhales, I havenāt seen one in a long time, they usually stay in the cold regionsā
āHmm, just keep me away from themā
āNow you know how I feel about catsā both of you chuckled.
The sea looked clean, the sunset was almost gone and the moon was starting to take over the beach.
āSoā¦ youāll show me your tail?ā Rafayel shrugged.
āYou want to?ā
āIn fact, I want to leave now to get in the bathtub with you and see itā you stated pulling him away, towards the parking lot.
āBut- our pictures and the dinner waiting for us at homeā Rafayel protested.
āWe can take the pictures at home and we can enjoy dinner after a bath!ā
āCutie, what-ā
āI need to see your tail, which color it is, how slimy or itchy it is, and oh-ā you abruptly stopped a few steps away from his car, turning to look back at him.
āDoes your dick disappear when the tail appears or-ā
āCUTIE!ā He chuckled, holding you by the waist to pull you closer.
āAre you really not afraid?ā He seriously asked. And you shook your head.
āYou are the only person I trust the most in this worldā you promised him.
He gave you a peck and nodded. After a few moments of silence, he sighed.
āYou see, I- I actually have two while, uh-ā
āTWO COCKS?ā He placed his hand on your mouth but you licked it.
āShut up, shut upā He let go of it, annoyed and already pouting like a toddler. So you hugged him.
āRafayel, that is so hot. Iām getting so wet right now. Please show me your tail and fuck me with your two cocksā he almost creamed in his pants. His annoyance turned into a mixture of arousal and shyness.
Your favorite attitude of Rafayel to be honest.
āMy dick twitched right nowā he confessed with a sigh.
āWe really are two freaksā you were pushed inside the car and Rafayel rushed to drive home.
ā¦
After a few hours of having class: Lemurian anatomy and the meaning of pleasure 101, you discovered how it felt to be bruised by two cocks.
One was human-looking and the other was giant, dark blue with a lilac tip half of it covered by soft shiny scales. YOU HAD TO DIG TWO FINGERS IN A SLIT TO MAKE THEM COME OUT!
He also discovered you were insane.
Rafayel Qi had a slit in his Lemurian form. You brought up whether it was possible to kinda scissor with him. Rafayel pinched your nipples and bit your lip to shut you up.
āNext time, please take me to the beach and fuck me on a rock, pleaseā Rafayel caressed your tummy and he prepared two towels with his free hand.
āThereās something wrong with youā
āLet a gal become obsessed with his little mermaid boyfriend and his two monster cocksā he blushed.
āMonster? I was a sea godā¦ā pretending to be offended, he crossed his arms and looked away from you.
āVery handsome and cringey by the wayā he was about to keep āarguingā but you kissed him instead.
āThank you for today. I loved this Valentineās Day with you, Rafayelā he could never be mad at you for more than a minute, so he smirked, like an idiot, utterly in love.
āI have one last surprise for you before we have dinnerā frowning, you allowed him to take you out of the bathtub.
Rafayel knew your favorite cream, deodorant, perfume, and pajama style.
So he had it at his place. He dressed you and brushed your hair while you yapped about a show you started watching the other day.
āSo I started watching it after the seatuationship dayā you said looking at him through the mirror.
āSeatuationship?ā
āYeah, figured out it was our first big fight or whatever and decided to give it a silly nameā
āOur first and last fight, pleaseā
āOf course, fishie. But I will still complain every time you take me to that smelly crab barā
āITāS EXPENSIVE AND ELEGANT!ā he finished your hair with a moisturizer cream and turned you around.
āAnd it smells, thatās why they hand out gloves and face masksā
āYeah, yeah, whatever. Now, let me take your pretty ass to my last present for todayā you chuckled, pushing him away as you stood up, taking his hand.
He passed his room, his studio, his gym, and stopped by the last door of the hallway.
āYour storage room?ā
āNot anymore, cutieā Rafayel answered.
He pointed at the door hand and you opened it.
It wasnāt a storage room anymore. The boxes with canvases, paint, and brushes were gone. A vintage and elegant couch that he had was also gone.
It was a room for you. With a big bed, a vanity, two giant bookshelves, exotic carpets, posters of singers and movies you liked. Fairy lights and neon lamps that looked extremely cool in orange and pink tonalities.
It was completely decorated in your style, with everything you wanted from Pinterest.
Your eyes almost watered.
āRafayelā¦ā
āSurprise, cutieā he came over to hug you from behind.
āWhenever youāre ready, you can move in with me. We both have our spaces but are still together, I just want you closer, always within my radar. Iām that obsessed with youā
You turned to kiss his face all over, squishing his cheeks and hearing a little āouchā from him.
āThank you, thank you, thank you, Rafayelā
āFor you, Iād do anythingā he whispered in your ear.
āLetās eat here and have more sex after thatā
āItās already 10:00 pm, cutieā he reminded you.
āSo? We have all night long to keep celebrating Valentineās. It isnāt over after midnight for usā¦ā
āAlright but donāt ruin the new sheets, they are imported and beaded by handā he pointed out, smacking your ass before going to the kitchen to re-heat dinner.
Rafayel smiled at the fridge, covered in pictures of you two. Some of them also included Thomas and his wife, his aunt, your family, and friends. But Rafayel grabbed one specific picture.
One he took the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were in a botanical garden, seating in a bench, dying from the heat, but Rafayel took the picture, thinking you looked naturally beautiful and so unique.
He knew he couldnāt have picked a better partner than you.
āRAFAYEL, WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE SOMETHING IS BURNING?ā He heard you yell from upstairs.
