ethicallychallengedfishie

[ethicallychallengedfishie]

🫧Nothing like the Holidays

Synopsis; A deeper look into Raf's new years card, showing how warm and comforting being with him and his family would've felt for this new years.

Word count; 8.9k

Pairing; Rafayel x GN! reader

CW; Spoilers for the new Thomas Underground story, Gn pronouns, non!mc reader, fluff, sweet and fluffy holiday feelings, Rafs New Years card inspired, extremely self indulgent lol, not beta read, Rafs nicknames in replacement of y/n. I'm pretty sure this fic is general enough for it to apply to anybody, but if it comes off more fem that thats my bad, @ me and Ill try to fix it <3, rushed ending but lowkey I've been writing this for 4 months so I'm like, good now LMAO.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

When Rafayel had asked you to join him and his family for New Year’s, you weren’t entirely sure what to say. When the small, inconspicuous, barely even counted as a sentence,  text had appeared on your screen, you couldn’t help but stare at it in shock. A small blush covered your cheeks, and your head subconsciously burrowed even further into your pillows, as you stared wide-eyed at your screen. You didn’t even register when your phone powered down due to inactivity, merely blinking when a barrage of texts flooded your lock screen. Assuring you that “you didn’t have to”, and “he just thought it’d be nice”, and maybe in the efforts to soothe your lover's anxiety, you had preemptively said yes without much thought. Not that you didn’t mean it, cause you did, of course you did. You just weren’t a holiday person. 

Now that's not to say you didn’t celebrate, you went to family Christmas parties and New Year's get-togethers, even had the awkward family conversations during Thanksgiving, and had made a habit of appearing in even the best of families. It was just, even with the family traditions and fun with friends, you never truly got excited over a holiday. There was always the same expectation of how it would play out. It was getting swept away with the excitement with friends or family for a day of festivities, and then just as quickly moving along with your life. You’d probably forget it was even happening altogether if not for the constant ravings from strangers on the internet or the rows of decorations that decorated various neighborhoods on your commute to work. Unlike many others, once the holiday was over, you were quick to move on, not one to reminisce or keep decorations up for months afterwards, if you even put things up in the first place. That was to say, you didn’t put a lot of emotional stock into the holidays. But somehow, like with everything, your boyfriend had managed to flip you on your axis. 

You know that it would probably be the same as if you were celebrating with your own family, if not missing a few crucial traditions that made you genuinely excited for any New Year's. You still couldn’t help but feel a new warmth seeping into your bones, even with the usual frosty chill that usually took over December just outside your door. Every time Rafayel would talk with you excitedly about the New Year's party, either at his home or over the phone, it managed to work you up even more. The picture he painted with his words and the small shine that had taken made a home in his eyes was more than enough for you. Especially when he offhandedly mentioned that this would be his first time celebrating New Years, it not being something they celebrated in Lemuira you came to learn. The idea of it being a whole new experience with him had left you beaming with joys.

This had been the most excited you’d felt for a holiday in years, leaving you to count down the days until New Years Eve. Even when Rafayel called you apologetically, pouting about how he was being dragged away to an art exhibition overseas and would be a little late to the party, your good mood hadn’t plummeted. It was only after you parked in Rafayels estate that you realized how unprepared you really felt. Physically? You were fine. You had spent almost 30 minutes making sure that you looked the best you could to make a good first impression. Which one could say was the root of the problem, you were meeting his family and closest friends. So mentally, and perhaps emotionally, you were becoming a bit of a mess. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little silly, seeing as you’ve run into Thomas multiple times while coming over to visit Rafayel and had actually become somewhat close throughout these past few months, but Thomas had decided to bring his wife, Solana, over for New Year's as well. As excited as you were, you always felt you did horribly on first impressions, finding yourself lingering on awkward silences and the struggle to find something interesting to talk about that wasn’t the weather or the drive out. And that's not even to mention that Talia would be there, you knew she would be a sweet woman, as when Rafayel would talk about her even with his regular ass there was an undertone of fondness. She was practically his closest and only family that you know of, and it wasn’t like Raf was here to be the social buffer like he usually was. You couldn’t help but feel the urge to use your rear-view mirror to see if there was anything else you should touch up on before heading to the door. Gripping your steering wheel, you take a big breath and lean your forehead against the top of it, making sure to count to 8 before releasing it in a 4 second long sigh. 

Not wanting to stew in your anxiety, you force yourself to unclip your seat belt and force your door open, grabbing the flowers you had picked up on the way before closing your door, perhaps a bit too harshly. The resulting bang echoed through the open space, but you simply continued walking along the path that led to his front door. Taking another deep breath, and exhaling a cloud of smoke due to the cold, you raise your hand to give a polite knock, even if you had a key to his home, you didn’t want to surprise anyone by appearing like a stranger out of nowhere. You had little time to stew in your thoughts, as the door was almost immediately thrown open, as if whoever had opened the door had been waiting for you. 

You could barely process who was in front of you, you only had time to note that it was a tall woman with olive skin, her black hair was put up in a loose ponytail, before she rushed to greet you with a hug. You could only stand in shock for a moment before gently wrapping your own arms around her, making sure that the flowers were still intact, even if they were a little more. A nervous smile spreads across your face as she pulls away and cradles your face with her hands, now being able to see her face, you slightly blush as you recognize the beautiful woman to be Rafayel's Aunt Talia, her dark eyes scanning your face as her ruby lips pull back into a soft smile. Kissing both of your cheeks, she emits nothing but warmth and overwhelming acceptance.

“Oh darling! It is just wonderful to meet you after all this time, please come in, do come in!”

At her insistence, you couldn’t help but dazedly allow her to pull you in through the doorway, stumbling over your words and clumsily closing the door with your heel, quickly kicking off your shoes as you smiled at the kind woman. 

“It's so nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Talia! Rafayel has nothing but kind things to say about you…”

You’re just about to hang your coat and bag on a hook when Thomas walks in with a small smile on his face, walking over to give me a small hug of his own. Smiling up at him, I couldn’t help my eyes widening a bit as I took in how he was dressed. Not used to seeing him so dressed down for the holidays, a simple jacket over a turtleneck sweater instead of his full three-piece suit. I'm quick to shrug off my coat as the rich smells of spices start to waft around me. 

“Hey, you finally made it!” “Yeah, sorry about the wait, traffic got a little hectic on the way over. When did you guys get here?”

Thomas moves out of the way so both you and Mrs. Talia can make your way into the house, the kind woman somewhat crowding you in her excitement. As you make your way even further into the house, the smells of the food only get stronger as you all take a seat on the long couch of Rafayel’s living room, you making a slight detour to place the flowers on the coffee table in front of you. Waving his hand, Thomas gives you a tired smile.

“Oh, me and Solana had to get here early so that we could start all the preparations for tonight's dinner! Mrs. Talia got here…maybe an hour ago?”

Talia was quick to hum her agreement. 

“Yes, we weren’t waiting long at all, dear. In fact, Thomas was just listing off some ideas of what we’re doing for the party tonight!”

With a small quirk of your eyebrow, you turn your gaze back to Thomas, who was still leaning back on the small loveseat.

“Oh? And what is the plan for tonight?”

“I was going to wait until Rafayel got home, but he just texted me about his flight getting delayed, so I think I’m just going to focus on making dinner before we decide on anything concrete.”

Mrs. Talia excitedly clapped her hands together, her smile still somehow beaming throughout this entire conversation. 

“Oh, but we have talked about cutting out our New Year's wishes and hanging them up on the trees! Oh, it just sounds so fun!”

Mrs. Talia ended her words with a soft hum and pivoted to face you more clearly, and cupped your hands in hers. You’d say that having her dark eyes gaze into you so thoroughly would make you uncomfortable in any other situation, but maybe with the context of her being the closest thing Rafayel has to a mother softens you, wanting to welcome her as vehemently as she has you. 

“Again, I must say what a pleasure it is to meet you~~! I’ve been wanting to meet you in person ever since Rafayel mentioned you to me~~ You are just gorgeous, darling!”

Blushing at her words you can't help but look away and ignore Thomas’s amused eyes, smiling slightly as you focus on both of your hands you can't help but thumb her gently. 

“I hope it’s been good things, knowing him he could be bad mouthing me for all I know…”, with a small laugh I look back into her eyes albeit nervously.  “Oh, nothing but the best, my dear~”

Our conversation is cut short as a clanging comes from the kitchen just down the hall and a small curse is uttered. Shortly afterwards, a tall woman walks around the corner, her hand resting on her prominent pregnancy bump. She was beautiful with her smokey brown hair pulled into a loose bun, two strands of hair framing her face perfectly as she raised one hand to tuck one strand behind her ear. Revealing a small mole that rested just under her dark eyes. Her outfit somewhat matched Thomas’s, if not in a more loose and comfortable fashion. She briefly looks up and softly shouts Thomas’s name.

“Hey Thomas, where are the–”,

She pauses as she takes in the new guest,

“oh hello! You must be Rafayel’s partner! It’s so nice to meet you, Thomas speaks of you both…well, we don’t need to get into specifics~!” 

With a small wink at the end of her words, she makes her way closer to where Thomas is sat on the love seat and takes a rest of her own, with a sigh through his nose Thomas excuses himself with a kiss to Solana’s head as he heads to the kitchen to watch the food and finish preparing whatever else is needed. You couldn’t help but look away at how domestic they looked, the love they had for each other apparent as Talia squealed her own hello. With a loud laugh, you turn yourself so that you're facing her and hold out your hand. After a brief handshake, you try not to overthink how this will be the first impression she has of you. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Thomas cursed us the moment he got home. Rafayel can be…something!”

The two women let out their laughs and we launched into the usual conversation that happens between two strangers; what we do for work, if we have any plans for the new Year, and the like. As Talia asks Solana how long is left until she's due, you take a moment to look over your shoulder at the large ceiling-to-floor windows, the curtains tied back as they open to the beautiful scenery of Rafayel’s garden as it slowly is covered in the soft flakes of snow. All of which lay a blanket of white for miles to see, the only thing breaking it up being the dark blue of the ocean. You couldn’t help but sigh softly as the absence of a certain painter starts to weigh on you.

You had been texting throughout the day, and his stay overseas, only taking a break when you finally needed to get ready to leave for his place. You weren’t nervous before about the possibility of him missing the party, knowing that he somehow always kept his promises to you. But with every passing hour you couldn’t help but get more anxious as the sun started to set, just as you pulled out your phone out to text Rafayel and ask for an update on how he was you were distracted by Mrs. Talia letting out a polite yet somehow loud gasp as she pointed towards the TV that you for one had not even noticed had been turned on.  When you looked up all you could see was Rafayel’s clueless face on the screen, phone in hand as he side eyes the camera. 

The notification from your phone reminds you of your two’s interrupted conversation as your quick to take a picture and send it to him, teasing him relentlessly as he stammers through his responses to the interviewer, it isn’t until he talks about his wish that you pause your onslaught and freeze as your face flushes in embarrassment. Avoiding the teasing gazes you can feel from the other two in the room, you quickly look at your messages, smiling as you see the read icon appear and continuing to text him, the camera crew and host finally turned to a different civilian to pester.

‘You; That was sooo embarrassing, saying that you miss me on TV~~’

‘Pretty Princess; I think u meant to say romantic??’

You're unable to reply to the text as movement from other people in the room makes you look up from your phone, you're quick to text Rafayel that you’ll see him soon and to travel safely before getting up from the couch yourself. Looking up from your phone to focus on the other two people from the room you notice how Talia has seemingly disappeared as she scowers Rafayel’s art supplies for something sufficient for the paper cutting of tonight. Looking towards Solana, you notice how she still looks a bit tired and can feel her reluctance to stand up, giving her a small smile when you ask what she was planning on doing. 

“Oh I just wanted to check up on Thomas and see if he needed help with anything. The food is almost done and ready, so it should be fine.”

She mutters the end as she sinks even further into the love seat, bringing her feet up to rest. 

Humming softly you offer to go see if Thomas needs help and blush as she passionately thanks you for the help, waving a small hand your quick to hop off the couch and make your way to the kitchen, mouth silently salivating at the smell coming from the kitchen. 

You can see that within the hour it's been since you’ve last seen him that he’s already returned to his work, moving around the kitchen as if by second nature and grabbing all the essentials that he needs to start finishing the dinner for tonight. While still dressed elegantly, you're glad to see that the usual air of professionalism and frantic energy that usually surrounds the man is gone, replacing it with a much more relaxed version of the Thomas you know. Not wanting to get in the way, you go to the other side of the island and lean against it, looking down at Thomas’s crouched figure from above.

“Hey, Solana just wanted to know if you needed any help with the food?”

Humming, he doesn’t turn to face me. Still focusing on rummaging through the cabinets and cupboards for the scattered pots and pans, I’m quick to hide my fidgeting hands. 

“Mmm, I think I'm okay for now. Thanks though.” 

Finding all he needed, he gets back up and struts to the stove to check on everything before turning around to face me with a small smile.

“I'm sure Talia would appreciate some help decorating for New years though, and tell my wife to stop worrying~.”

You give a small smirk and wave goodbye before turning on your heel and set out searching for the soprano woman. Something you’ve come to find about Lemerians, though perhaps it's just a Rafayel habit, is that they tend to sing wherever they go. Now that you think about it, you don’t know if it's a lumerian, or an opera singer thing since in reality you’ve only met the two. 

You were quick to find her as you followed the sound of singing. She was back to sitting back on the couch, this time with multitudes of paper strewn about, scissors laying haphazardly on the edge of the coffee table as she drew out designs in light pencil, forming different words like ‘wealth’, ‘health’, and ‘love’. She chattered excitedly to Solana, the pregnant woman herself seeming to be resting her eyes as the warmth from the newly set fire seeps into the room. 

“Hey Mrs. Talia, do you mind if I help with the decorations? Thomas kicked me out of the kitchen.” 

“Oh, of course my dear, and what did I say about calling me Miss? Please just call me Talia~~”

Her voice ended in a small tilt as she sang the last part of her name, a smile unconsciously appearing on your face as you scoot closer to the edge of the couch and pick up your own piece of red paper. Some time passes as you ready your materials and finally think about what you wish for in the new year. You're only able to start out the sketch of the word ‘health’ when your phone suddenly starts vibrating in your pocket, you're quick to apologize to Talia as you pull it out of your pocket and see ‘Pretty Princess’ as the caller ID. You apologize quietly as you show Talia her nephew was calling and excuse yourself to not distract her. 

The phone had only rung a few times before picking up. 

“Hello?” “Took you long enough! I thought I was going to be sent to voicemail–” “Ok, it did not take that long–”

The familiar rhythm of our banter was quick to make itself known as you went to the window showing the front yard of Rafayel’s estate. 

“Does it really matter how long you took when a call from me should’ve been answered on the first ring?” “Ok, whatever, why’re you calling me, loser?” “Loser?! Ok, I think I’ve spoiled you way too much if you're calling ME a loser!–”

Your small smile transforms into a wide grin as you hide your mouth in the palm of your hand. 

“–And if you must know, I come bearing bad news…” “Bad news? What happened? You okay?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Though it seems I’m going to be a little late today, I ran into some car troubles, you know the deal…”

You’re quick to quirk a brow as the sound of his car running perfectly fine comes from the other side of the phone. 

“Oh really? Your car broke down?” “Yup, real nasty, you won't want to know the details. And like, I also got scammed.” “Scammed?” “Yeah, y’know those flowers I ordered?” “The beautiful flowers you promised me, uh yeah” “Yeah, well, the guy's cat ate them, soooo no flowers today.”

You let out a long sigh, making it seem as if you’re truly devastated by the turn of events.  Looking at the clock on your phone you notice the time, ‘he should be close by now’. 

“Some boyfriend you are, I was really looking forward to those sighhh…” “I know, I know, I'm the worst. Anyways, don’t wait up for me, I'm probably not even gonna make till like, midnight–”

Making a humming sound as you see his car pull up in his driveway, smiling as you hear him exiting his car. A moment later you also hear the jingling of his keys as he goes to unlock the door, a faint echo comes from beyond the door as he gets closer.

“Man don’t even come home at this point, I’m changing your locks!  “I’ll sue you, and then what will you do? Huh? –”  “You know what Raf, You aren’t a good boyfriend–” “Oh really?–” “Yeah! Don’t call me, don’t come by my house, we’re done–”

You’re suddenly cut off as the door opens, revealing the man shouldering his way through the doorway and kicking said door closed with his foot as he slides off his shoes. His eyes immediately find you and a smile covers his face before he playfully scowls at you. He hangs up on you before making his way closer. 

“Oh we’re done are we? Well I guess you don’t want the flowers I promised you, huh?”

Now noticing the hand he had behind his back, he pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flame lilies. As your eyes meet over the flowers, he continues to smile at me. 

“Happy new years, cutie~~’

You move closer to him and gently grab the flowers from his hands, holding them up to hide the bottom of your face, focusing on them as you try to hide your blush from Rafayel; who clearly can tell what you're doing by the mirth in his eyes. 

“Happy new years, Raf...”

Your eyes dance around his face before looking off to the side as he moves closer. You're saved from the oncoming teasing as Talia squeals echo from the end of the hall, her heels making sharp clicking sounds as she quickly makes her way towards us. 

“Rafayel, my darling boy, it’s so good to see you–”

As she outstretches her arms to engulf the artist in a hug, pinching his cheeks. He sends you a small pleading look that you skillfully avoid, turning to quickly retreat the same way the woman entered. Leaving the two to talk, you make your way towards the kitchen where you remember spying a vase for the flowers. Passing through the living room you see that Talia transformed the living room to truly embody the meaning of ‘new years’ party, despite her never participating herself. It was heartwarming to see her personal touches all around the room in the forms of small notes stating new years wishes stuck to Reddie’s tank, the statues being wrapped in lights and covered in wooly hats in preparation for the upcoming night. 

You were never really one who went all out for new years, the most you’ve done is eat the traditional desserts made every new year with your family as you sleepily tried to stay up for the countdown. Jumping at the sound of booming fireworks that the neighbors used to express their own excitement for the upcoming year. It was nice to see someone else getting into the spirit of things, and seeing what new traditions that might come from this year onward. 

Softly shaking your head for the musing, you begin to softly pet the petals with the pad of your finger as you enter the kitchen. Solana, who you’d noted had disappeared, seemed to take her place at the kitchen island, Thomas’s jacket covering her shoulders as she sat on one of the stools, resting her head in her hand, the other scrolling through her phone as she murmured plans with Thomas. 

“Going to be honest, Thomas, I didn’t really expect you to be the cooking type…”

While Thomas paused and turned his neck to face you, sweat collected at his temples as the heat from all the cooking seemed to take its toll on him as Solana let out a hearty laugh. 

“Yeah, you wouldn’t think it but Thomas is the one who cooks for us most nights! I think he uses it as a coping mechanism from Rafayel with how aggressively he prepares things sometimes~~”

His face now covered in a small blush, you can't hold in my laugh as you make your way to the far counter and grab the empty vase. Filling it with water, you begin to place the flowers in as the sound of Thomas going back to work echoes from behind you. 

“Ok, ok, that's enough from you! You enjoy my cooking so I’d watch what you say about it~~”,

He points a spatula in Solanas direction before his gaze dartsdown to the lilies in your hand with a small quirk of his eyebrow,

“I'm assuming those are from the guest of the hour? He finally made it?”

“Yup! Just arrived, literally like a few minutes ago. Luckily, Mrs. Talia got to him before either of us could.”

Thomas’s face shifts into a small grimace as he thinks of what Talia is currently pestering and proding the artist about before clearing his throat and returning to preparing the lobsters to boil. 

“Yeah, well, serves him right for making us think he wouldn’t make it on time. He’s lucky I’m even making this dinner for him…”

Solana hums a small agreement and gets up from her seat to hug Thomas from the side, taking some time to look over the food herself with a small lick to her lips.

“He's very lucky to have a friend like you Thomas~. It smells so good…”

The man sends a mirthful look her way before looking towards you with a small smile himself. 

“Dinner will be finished in a few minutes, so if you wouldn’t mind distracting our resident lemurians that’d be great!”

With a small nod, you turn once again on your heel in hopes of finding the two runaway singers.

“Ah, yes of course, leave it to me~!” 

Entering the living room, you were expecting to see  Rafayel and Mrs. Talia in the same spot you left them. You could only blink in surprise when you saw that only Mrs. Talia was still in the living room, her eyes brightening as she saw you enter. 

“Oh, my dear, I have something for you~ Come, come, please” 

She insists as she pats the spot next to her on the couch. As you sit, she leans down and grabs a decently sized box from beside the couch. Opening it, she's quick to grab what appears to be a bright red new years outfit. Holding it up to your collarbone, she hums and titters. A sudden warmth takes over your chest as you look down to take in the outfit she had prepared for you, feeling surprisingly doted on. Your face warms up as you look back towards her as she pinches your cheek with a short squeal. 

“Oh I just knew it would suit you, you must try it on!” “Uh, thank you…but I don’t know if–” “Please I insist, you wouldn’t say no to a request from an elder would you~ Now go, try it on upstairs!”

Feeling slightly chastised, you carefully grab the red outfit from her, her excitement slowly spreading to you as you stand from the couch to make your way upstairs to change in the guest bedroom. Just as you were about to turn you hear Mrs. Talia make a small sound of surprise and feel her gently tug on the hem of your sweater. 

“Before I forget, please take this!”

As she hands you a red pouch, you glance down at it in surprise. You open the packet only for your eyes to widen at the obscene amount of money that rests inside. 

“It's my first time handing out holiday money as an elder, please do tell me if it's enough.”

“Oh Mrs. Talia, I couldn’t this is…this is to much–”

“Please, if anything it’s not enough! And what did I tell you about calling me Talia, please~ Now go change, quickly!” “Alright…if you're sure..”

Still slightly dazed from the interaction, you slowly make your way upstairs, the new outfit dangling from your arms and the red pouch in your hand as you make your way to the guest bedroom. It wasn’t until you closed the door and started changing that you realized you had forgotten to ask her where Rafayel had gone. Shrugging your shoulders, you fully change into the new outfit, making sure to check yourself out in the full length mirror by the closet you had to admit that you did look good. Looking at yourself from different angles and fixing your hair a bit, a knock suddenly comes from the door behind you. Giving yourself a glance over once more and thinking good enough, you turn to answer the door. 

“Hello~ Who is it~~?” “Who do you think, cutie~~ Let me in–”

Opening the door, you're quick to look over Rafayel. He had changed from his, albeit still fancy, casual clothes to a beautiful red suit. It was a far cry from what he usually wears, though you werent surprised that he looked absolutely beautiful in it. The red didn’t wash out any of his charms, and instead almost made them pop even more, you made a mental note to convince him to wear red more in the future.

“Oh would you look at what the cat dragged in~” “Puhlease, I counted how long you were feeling me up with your eyes, it was frankly ridiculous. You should be glad I don’t have you arrested for harassment–”

“Oh haha, okay. Yes, you look very handsome~” “You look good yourself, cutie~ I'm assuming Auntie also gave you this little number downstairs?”

Spinning around to show him your entire outfit, Rafayel acts as if he's truly appraising your outfit, looking you up and down before giving a simple hum of appreciation. 

“That she did, though not gonna lie, I'm like, kinda scared how she was able to guess my measurements this good.” “I suppose we’ll never know~ Anyways, take this.” 

You’re taken by surprise, once again, as Rafayel gently shoves another red packet into my hand. Opening it in disbelief you snap your head back up to glare at Rafayel. Who suddenly thinks his nails are the most interesting thing in the world. 

“What is this?!” “What do you think it is? It's the money Auntie gave me?” “Uh yeah, I could guess but why are you giving it to me?!”

He shoots you a look, as if the answer to that question is obvious and you can’t help but look down embarrassed. 

“What is it with rich people and just dropping money everywhere?”

He’s quick to flick your forehead. 

“It's not dropping it if it's set aside for a specific someone, I just wanted to give you my share of the money is all. We both know I already have more than enough~~” “Yeah, but still–”

We’re both cut off as Thomas shouts up the stairs that supper is ready to be served, both of our heads turning towards the hallway as Thomas’s words echo up the stairway. A few seconds pass before Raf turns his head back towards you with a smile, tilting his head towards the direction of Thomas’s voice with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Shall we?”

With a small nod, you turn to follow him. Shamelessly grabbing his hand as you both walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where the dining table rests, seeing his face flush in your peripheral vision making you smile. You drop his hand as you make your way closer to the table, choosing the seat across from Solana, who had Thomas pulling out her chair for her before taking his place beside her. Turning your head to the side to hide your smile as Rafayel is quick to steal the seat right next to you, and meeting Talia’s joyful eyes as she looks over the scene from her seat at the head of the table.

You take a moment to appreciate the food in front of you. You could tell how much effort and effort went into making it, the time spent over the last few hours making the house smell absolutely divine. You were excited to see some of your favorite foods were part of the spread and were excited to dig in, your mouth watering since you first saw the mountains of food set up on the table the moment you entered the kitchen. But you took a small breath in and took a quick glance at the people around you, you weren’t sure if the two Lemurians, or Thomas who had planned the whole thing, had a certain way they wanted to do this. So you took a moment to just appreciate the flow of conversation between the others. 

You hoped that it would be this inviting and warm throughout the entire dinner and that it wouldn't devolve into the awkward conversations that usually rolled around each holiday for your family. Though if you had to guess, you’d say that this new year would be very different from any you've experienced before. You had a hard time tampering down your smile as it seemed everyone just decided to dig in and the usual dance of asking for someone to pass some food you couldn’t reach on your own filled the air. It wasn't until everyone had been situated with food that Thomas cleared his throat and spoke to everyone at the table. 

“So, since it's the Linkon new year, we should all say our new year's wishes before digging in! That's usually the tradition, right?” 

He took in Solana’s smile and hum of agreement before suddenly looking in your direction, blinking you're quick to nod. Never mind the fact that this is a tradition different from your own families as you weren’t the kind to say new years wishes. It didn’t help that in the corner of your eye you could see a small smirk growing on Rafayel’s face, in response to seeing you put on the spot. 

“You can go first Mrs. Talia!” 

Talia freezes as everyone turns their attention to her, a short lull in conversation hits as she seems to think about what she wants to wish for the new years. Her eyes brighten in excitement as she clasps her hands together and spares a look for everyone at the table. 

“I wish that everyone here has a prosperous life!” 

Thomas's left eye twitches for a split second before giving her a small smile. Solana trying to hide her own smile with her hands.

“Ah, that's a little formal. We aren't at a banquet or anything, so please try again!” 

Talia hums a small note before clearing her throat, a small embarrassed flush covering her cheeks.

“Ah my apologies, I've been going to so many formal parties recently it must've rubbed off on me…” 

She takes a moment to think again before her eyes once again light up in excitement once more. 

“I wish that everyone here has a great year, and that all their wishes come true!” 

Looking proud of herself, everyone gives a small smile and hums of agreement as Thomas clears his own throat, placing his napkin aside as he goes to speek. 

“My turn, I hope that everyone has a successful career and that everything goes your way!” 

He shoots a small look at Rafeyal before finishing, 

“I also wish that someone can learn to finish their paintings before the due date this upcoming year!”

Without a beat, Rafayel quickly continues after him, as if Thomas hadn���t spoken at all.

“I wish that everyone is wealthy and healthy!”

Solana raises her own glass of juice to that and says a quick ‘amen to that!’ as she clears her voice to continue, 

“I, too, hope that everyone here is crazy rich and that Rafayel gives my poor husband a break before the baby comes~”

Smiling, you give a soft laugh before freezing as everyone turns their light hearted gaze to you. Having your own moment of internal panic you quickly scan your brain for anything that could be used as a wish for the upcoming year. After a moment of hesitation, you clear your throat and say as confidently as you can; 

“I hope that everyone has a fantastic year and all their wishes come true?!”  “Cheers to that!” 

Everyone raises their glass of respected beverage and clinks sound out throughout the room. You hold in a laugh as Rafayel dodges Thomas’s attempt and immediately taps your glass with his, everyone exchanging pleasantries as they are finally able to dig into their food. After dinner, which you were overjoyed to see stayed as warm as this entire day had been, everyone stands and brings their plates to the sink before making their way to the living room, talking about the plan of the evening; that being to paper cutting. 

Everyone was quick to take their seats; Thomas quick to save the side of Rafayels long couch with the most pillows for Solana and was quick to take his own seat beside her as she pulled the coffee table a bit closer to them, Talia confidently sat at the sole chair just beside them angling her chair to face the table more with sparks of joy still radiating from her eyes as she took in all the supplies. It all ended with you being seemingly corralled by Rafayel to sit on the love seat right beside him, that was placed at the other end of the table across from his aunt. His expression, a content smile as if having you this close to his side was all he needed to make his night, you couldn’t help but curl yourself closer to him and ignored the roll of your stomach as he directed his blinding smile towards you. Looking away, you take a moment to assess the table and the various assortment of paper, all in hues of gold and red, alongside the multiple pairs of scissors or anything else you might need. 

As the night progressed, the sun now long sunken below the horizon leaving the night to blanket the sky, you couldn’t help but take breaks between cutting the paper and checking the time. The ambiance of paper being cut and the pops from the fireplace every so often, the air filled with a constant stream of conversation as Thomas and Solana take it upon themselves to guide Talia through the best ways to cut her words out. The light had been dimmed to a soft yellow, bathing the room in soothing warm hues that were starting to make your eyes droop as you took in how the time was getting later and later. It didn’t help that being so close to Rafayel had started to have a comforting effect, with his body heat and voice like honey soothing you to sleep.

And while learning this new tradition alongside the lemurians had been fun, there's only so many failed attempts and ugly designs you could take before you just left the artistic value of both you and Rafayels paper crafts in his artistic hands. Huffing, you rest your cheek on your hand as you look up to watch everyone cutting their own designs. A warm feeling enters your heart as you watch Talia cut her words with such passion, and see Solana in the same boat as you as she leans back against the pillows with her own dropping eyes, rubbing her hand on Thomas’s back as he leans over to finish his words.  Your eyes naturally drift back to the man beside you, his presence like a beacon specifically tailored for your attention. He himself had slowly shifted towards the edge of the love seat as he elegantly cut intricate designs into a red piece of paper, soft humming coming from him as his artist brain started to lock in on the task. You aren’t entirely surprised that despite this being his first time doing the activity that he's taken to it frighteningly quickly, as he always seems to when something relates to art. 

The warm atmosphere of the living room had made his features come across softer, the smile on his face small but you could tell it was filled with contentment as he was surrounded with the people he considered his closest friends and family. The orange glow from the fire painted him in a beautiful warm light, making him seem almost angelic in the way it highlighted all his features. His eyes, while serious, still warm as he focused on the task at hand. He had taken off his jacket almost immediately once you had started, throwing it over the back of the lover seat. It made him strike a handsome figure, and as much as you would love to spend the evening just staring at your lover, you're growing a bit cramped in the small space the seat provides. Grabbing your phone from the table in front of you, you check the time. 

“9:30, we still have like, two and a half hours left…” 

Sighing as you throw yourself back into the chair, you turn your head towards Rafayel and move to lean your head on his shoulder, lightly murmuring in his ear as to not disrupt the calm atmosphere of the room.

“Hey, I'm getting a drink from the kitchen. Do you want anything?”

With a short hum, the man takes his own time to stretch, making sure to drop his arm around your shoulder like the loser he was. Giving a long hum of consideration, he turns his head to face you and gives a simple shrug of his shoulders. 

“Hm, I think I’m good for now. Thanks though, cutie~”

Seemingly fine now after his brief strech he’s back into the zone, stealing his arm back from around your shoulder. Nodding along to his words, you move to stand up and make your way to the kitchen. You quickly make your way towards the fridge and looking inside it for anything that may satisfy your sudden thirst, it's only when you finally find the ice tea you made Rafayel buy that you hear someone behind you and curse. Whipping around from the shock, your eyebrow quirks when you see Thomas entering the kitchen, he gives you a small wave when he sees you looking in his direction. 

“Hey, sorry didn’t mean to startle you. Solana’s thirsty too so I thought I might as well.”

Moving so you aren’t in the way of the fridge you gesture for him to take a gander  

“All good, happy wife, happy laugh and all that.” 

After a quick shared laugh, a comfortable silence blankets the kitchen, broken up by nothing but Thomas rummaging around in the kitchen. He surprisingly picks a beer from the case at the bottom, and shrugs when he sees your questioning gaze. 

“I didn’t take you to be a beer guy?” “You apparently don’t take me for a lot of things” “Fair enough~”

Turning back to rummage through the kitchen, he picks up another can of iced tea and places it next to his beer. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he tabs open his drink that lets out a hiss into the air before the comfortable silence returns. As both of you sip from your own drinks, you feel the need to start a new  conversation. 

“Kinda off topic but, it’s been awhile since I’ve done hands-on arts and crafts. My family doesn’t typically do it.”

“Yeah mine either, but both Rafayel and Talia insisted we do it, something about this ‘being a local custom’ they had to try out.” “They’re really into it so far, especially Raf. Though I’m not sure if we should be surprised.”

Thomas laughs softly before taking a sip from his drink again, quick to resume the conversation. 

“Well, I’m sure anything new can be pretty exciting to experience. During the first time at least…”

Nodding along, you continue to lean against the counter. You were starting to feel a little drained from the day, not that you haven’t been having fun. But you already work on a low social battery, so to be in the company of so many others for this long seemed to be finally taking its toll. As if sensing your low energy, Thomas gives you one last smile before picking up the iced tea and starts to make his way to the living room. 

“I better go give this to the misses, I’m sure I’ve kept her waiting long enough.” “Oh yeah, of course don't let me keep you, I’ll probably hang out here for a little longer…”

With a small nod, he steps out the kitchen doorway and you’re once again surrounded in silence. Or, as close to silence you can get with the echo of the other conversation in the living room. With another sip of your drink, you move your way to the windows and take a moment to take in the scenery. The lights in Rafayel’s garden were bright enough to give it a soft, warm glow even with the pitch black dark of the night, just enough to illuminate the path but not be overwhelming. Even with the soft flakes of snow still falling, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to get some true silence from everything, if not for a few minutes. Making your way back to the living room, you pass behind Rafayel, who seems to have taken another break from the crafts as he leans back against the love seat. As you pass behind him, he turns to look at you with warm eyes. You smile back at him before leaning down close to his ear. 

“I'm going to go outside, I need a minute.”

He looks at you curiously and turns so he's mainly facing you more, one of his arms resting on the back of the love seat.

“You okay? I can come with–” “No, no, it's fine. Like I said, I just need a minute, don’t worry about it~~”

You give a small kiss to the side of his head before making your way to get your shoes, feeling Rafayel’s eyes on you. You fondly rolled your eyes with a small scoff as you grabbed your coat and scuffed on your shoes, as much as you’d love to not care about how cold it was, but looking at your phone, you see it's around 11:40 pm and you could not be bothered. Shuffling up the hood, you open the door and step out into the wall of cold. Your breath immediately turns to smoke as you shove your hands in your pockets and walk around the estate until you reach the gate for the garden. You could already feel the cold air settling your overwhelmed feelings, and the view isn’t bad either. 

With the sounds of the distant waves pulling you into a small trance as you walked around the garden, your nose began to itch as the cold nipped it. You knew you had to be careful with your time, only expecting to be out for a few short moments, which is why you were confused to hear someone walking up behind you with the creak of the gate. Before even turning around, you could tell who it was going to be. The sight of Rafayel, still in his red New Year's outfit, wasn’t a surprise in any way. His face covered in a blinding smile, one that made your breath stop short as the idea of just the sight of you was enough to make him smile like that. Your arms were already open by the time he had even gotten the idea in his head, his warmth a welcome one after being in the cold for however long. Arms now around his waist, just under his coat, you feel his head rest on yours with a soft puff of air. 

“You’ve been out here forever. Trying to catch a cold, cutie~?” “Haha, yes. I’ve only been out here for like”, pulling your arm back to grab your phone, your eyes widened in shock, “15 minutes?!” “Yeah, so if we don’t act fast someone,” He gives you a small pout, “will get a nasty cold tomorrow.”

Giving him a soft hum, you finally pull away, grinning as his hand reaches out to hold yours. Hiding your smile as he pulls ahead, tugging you along the rest of the path closer to the house. While you can appreciate how you both can still thrive in adoring silences, you can’t help but blurt out the thought that's been on your mind since earlier this evening. 

“Is this really the first time you’ve celebrated New Year's, Raf?”

Slowing down, Rafayel peers over his shoulder and gives you an incredulous look. With a raised brow, he narrows his eyes playfully at you.  

“Why do you ask?”

Looking away, towards the sea, you hope the blush covering your cheeks can be attributed to frostbite instead of your embarrassment as you rush out your next words. 

“It's just…everything feels good. Really good. Lively. I guess I'm trying to say everything is going a lot better than what I imagined…”

Rafayel’s brows raise even further as he comes to a stop in the path, turning to face you entirely. Grabbing both your hands with his, he gives a soft sigh. 

“Of course it did, don’t know why you're surprised. Besides, I think it was actually a bad thing it was so lively,” 

He brings your hands closer to his mouth to place a small kiss on them before pointing a small pout your way, 

“It’s taken a whole day before I finally got a moment alone with you…”

Sighing, you pull him towards you once more and wrap your arms around his waist. He huffs a breath and wraps his arms around you, murmuring something like ‘just one hug’, before pulling back and cupping your face in his hands and leaning closer to give you a soft kiss. It was sudden, and honestly shocked you with how cold it was, but you couldn’t help the giddy smile that crossed your face. This is what you had been looking forward to since the moment he had invited you over, chancing a look at your phone, your jaw drops as you notice the clock has already hit midnight. Snapping your head back up to look at him you notice how he had been hiding his own smile, huffing you raise your hands and poke his cheek.

“Hey! That's not fair! I didn’t know that was our New Years kiss?!”

Not even trying to hid his laughter anymore, he locks his arms around you and crushes you even closer to his chest despite your protests. 

“It’s not my fault a certain cutie decided to ditch me right before midnight, I was rushing to find you, you know!”

A teasing smile accompanies his words as you look away, you couldn't believe that most important part of the night had passed you by so quickly. You were used to fanfare, counting down with your family, texting your friends happy new year, fireworks popping off all around you and painting the streets in dazzling displays of colour as you finally get ready to pass out. Though you should have considered that celebrating on the private island that is your boyfriends home would mean that your usual cues would be missing. Huffing in embarrassment, you turn to look back into the house, noticing how everyone inside seems to have had their own countdown as they all laugh and clink their glasses. Feeling a bit guilty you press yourself closer to the man and hide your face. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your first New Years. The countdown is like, the best part…” “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Lifting one of his hands from your waist to cup your face, a blinding smile adorned his lips. Almost leaving you dazed enough to miss the way he leans in to kiss all the features on your face, placing them lovingly all over as he spins words of his adoration for only your ears.

“We could have done nothing at all today, and I still would feel like the happiest man in the world knowing that you were by my side.”

With a final kiss to your eyelids and a wipe of your cheeks, he leans his forehead on yours and closes his eyes, pure warmth radiating from his being as he continues to hold you as if you were the most important thing in his world, a performance so pure and sincere that you couldn’t help but believe it.

“If I were given the choice to live this entire year over again, I wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant that by the end of it I’d be here in your arms…”

🫧𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ ⭒𓇼ㅤ𓈒 ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

A/N; He makes me so soft, and I feel like there isn't enough comfort fics with this man~~ Also Idk why his new years card made me feel so bitter sweet dude, But it gave us this so, there.

[ethicallychallengedfishie]

🫧Selfie despair~~

Synopsis; Rafayel is a bit of a drama queen, you weren't surprised by that. However you didn't think he'd react so strongly to you screenshotting his recent snapchat.

Word count; 1.4k

Pairing; Rafayel x GN! reader

CW; A mix of HC's and actual writing, Gn pronouns, fluff, rafs nicknames instead of y/n, domestic fluff, established relationship, whiny/bratty (OOC) raf, still getting use to writing sorry~~

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

Rafayel was a selfie type of person. 

It truly could be considered the only kind of picture he took. If not for the dozens of beautiful scenery photos sent once in a blue moon, you’d probably have nothing but a wall of selfies in your phone's gallery. 

In the beginning of your relationship, most if not all of the pictures taken were staged. He took pride in his appearance, he was a lemurian after all, and therefore made it his mission that every picture taken of him shown to you was perfect in their execution.

It was almost impossible to catch the man at a bad angle, though that may be you being biased. 

Even the supposedly “candid” pictures he took of himself were carefully orchestrated to give off the exact image he desired to convey. Nothing was ever too messy, his hair never truly messy, the angles themselves being praiseworthy as they made him look almost angelic. Again, that might just be you being biased.

It had taken a while for his perfectionism to settle down, the perfect selfies slowly transforming into genuine pictures taken in the moment with less anxious shuffling around of his appearance, even sending you some silly pictures if he was in a particularly silly mood. Though the element of ethereal beauty never truly faded. 

It was no surprise when either of you saw the little icon at the bottom of the picture showing that the other had screenshotted. Both of you were very open about your private albums on each of your respective phones that held all the pictures that had especially made you swoon for one another. It was fun. 

However one day he had mindlessly decided to send you a picture he had taken to purposefully make himself look “ugly”. The picture was from below, head angled in a way that made it look like he had double chins, eyes looking a bit wonky as he looked down at the camera with a caption you honestly didn’t even pay attention to. 

As if sensing his impending regret, you spammed the screenshot feature on your phone, getting around 15 pictures altogether before the picture had mysteriously disappeared from the chat. 

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂ🫧ㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒🫧ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ🫧𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂ🫧𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ

You and Rafayel had decided to just have a day at his estate, it was raining outside and gave the perfect calm atmosphere, slowly lulling you to sleep in your spot on the couch after a long day. You both had just been settling up on the couch after a long day with the intent of cuddling in front of the fireplace before he had realized that he’d left his phone upstairs. Quickly apologizing and promising he’d be back in a hot second you just kind of laid down and rested your eyes, it was around evening at this point and the room had grown dark with only the fireplace, (that Rafayel had ever so kindly started with his evol), giving off a soft warm light as you pulled the blanket he’d brought down earlier around your frame. 

Your eyes blinked open a smidge as the harsh light of your phone lit up in front of your face, noticing the notification coming from Rafayel. Opening your phone and clicking open the app, your jaw quickly drops at the picture the man had sent. It was unlike anything he’d sent before, none of the perfect posturing or lighting. The picture itself was from a lower angle looking up, he had angled his neck in a way that gave him double chins, and the flash of his phone was not at all photogenic on his skin. The caption read a simple “found it” but you barely paid attention as you spammed the screenshot function of your phone, knowing that after seeing the “read” icon beside it that he’d immediately delete it. You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you heard his shocked cry from upstairs. Thinking nothing of it, you were quick to turn off your phone and once again go about resting your eyes, knowing that the man keeping you waiting would be down any second. 

You however, shot up from your spot on the couch as you heard someone thundering down the stairs, a shocked laugh caught in your throat as you looked over your shoulder towards the entrance of the living room only to see Rafayel sliding in. His eyes immediately locked onto your position. There was a small second of silence as you both just stared at each other, frozen. Both in shock. But then you saw the tell-tale twitch of Rafayel's eyebrow, and prepared yourself as he dashed into the room. You had barely a second to react before he practically slammed himself on top of you, causing you to fall over on your side with a huff of air. Now having an added 200 pounds of lean lemurian now crushing your stomach. 

“Delete it!” His voice reaching a new octave you swear you’d never heard leave his mouth. You could only laugh in disbelief as his eyes continued to glower at you, his hands now on your shoulders. 

“Get off, your heavy–” “Not as heavy as your sins! Delete it!” “What are you even talking about?!” “Don’t try to act innocent now, you traitor! Give me your phone–” “No–” 

You were quick to yank your hand up, trying to keep your phone out of his reach. However, being the 6’0 baby that Rafayel is, he simply leaned over you, effectively crushing you even more than before in the process causing you to let out a groan. He let out a sharp cackle as he stole the phone from your hand. 

“Tell me your passcode~~” “I refuse!” 

Not leaning back up he simply continues to lay on top of you, not a single care in the world as he shifts his chin in the nook of your neck, his arm wrapping around the other side of your head as he fiddles with your phone right above your head. ‘Being a real dick about this–’. You don’t actually care that much, but it's the principle of the matter, the damn man body tackled you. 

“...Give me your hand~~?” “No!”   “Don’t test me, cutie~! You only have so many fingers and I won’t stop until I find the one that opens your phone!” “I’ll just open it for you, you psycho?!” “I’m your boyfriend, why won’t you just trust me with the passcode huh?” 

He lets out a frustrated huff every time his idea of your passcode gives him nothing but a fat ‘incorrect password’ in response. You shimmy a little so that you're able to see your screen, mouth dropping as you see he only has 2 chances left. 

“Hey! Don’t lock me out of my phone dude–” “Then tell me your passcode!”

Feeling tired of being crushed and wanting to move on already, you simply sigh and look back up to the ceiling, knocking your head into his. You look away and tell him the code as you feel a blush rushing to your cheeks. 

“Fine… it’s 0306…” “Thank you~~”

He doesn’t say anything, but the small giddy smile that slowly takes over his lips makes it obvious that he knows exactly what the passcode is as a reference too. It wasn't soon before you saw his jaw drop once again, and his gaze immediately snapped back up to yours with an exaggerated pout on his lips you can't help but groan and look away. 

“You took 15 pictures?!” “Listen–”

His gaze shoots back down to your phone and you see him spam clicking the delete button

“Whatever, they’re all gone now! Every last one~~ and don’t even think of going through your deleted photos album cause I got rid of them there too” “This was such an over reaction to a picture that you sent!” “Yeah well…”

He finally makes his way off you and slumps over at the other end of the couch on his back, he looks over at the fireplace. Despite everything that just took place, you quickly crawl over and slump on top of him, shuffling the blanket so that it covers the both of you. The excitement of the last 10 minutes forced the tiredness from your bones, so you rest your head on his chest and look out the window that shows the downpour that hasn't stopped for the past few hours. You make a small hum as Rafayel starts softly rubbing your arm and back, it's a very nice moment. 

“...Wanna make out?”

He makes a long dragged out sigh as he changes his look from the fireplace to the ceiling. He mutters something you don't care enough to decipher, before he looks back down towards you on his chest, a small smile making its way to his face. 

“...Sure, why not–” 

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

A/N; Hey so this is my first work for the fandom, tho I am working on something for Rafs New years card, so maybe look out for that if your interested~~. So please feel free to give me any feedback!!

Also, god I just love this fucking guy--