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heartwarming [rafayel]

𓇼 rafayel x reader

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𓇼 fluffiest fluff ever; rafayel is the most comforting person known to mankind and he’s all that you need in your life; him being the most efficient heating pad during your periods, basically; intoxicatingly in love couple.

The day passed in an excruciating agony, a never-ending struggle between both your mental and physical health, overwhelming pain clouding your thoughts and refraining you from spending a relaxing day off. Apathetic yet feeling the urge to do something so you don’t stay lethargic, you have lost the count of how many times you found yourself pacing around your place hoping to see him appear in front of your eyes at any given moments while knowing so well he was busy and out for the whole day.

Good at dealing with pain, even the strongest souls do have their limits – you sincerely hoped the apple was worth it for Eve.

The sun slowly started to set when you finally decided to ease your pain the way you preferred. Looking through the ceiling to floor window, the few remains of light gently reflected on the calm waves of the sea you lived by and the soothing scenery made your lips twitch in a faint smile as he crossed your mind.

You couldn’t wait to greet him as soon as he would step a foot in your shared home, welcoming him in the loveliest embrace because that’s how much you adore him. And just like that you could cry on the spot, hormones getting the best of you again.

The cold tiles of the bathroom floor tickled your feet and you gladly welcomed the sensation, distracting you from the cramps that almost made you pass out the entire day. Not being able to take a bath with your lover made your heart ache, but determined to relax no matter what, a very hot shower was what you were craving most. Droplets of water echoing in the bathroom, a comforting steam carried its warmth all around you along the refreshing scent of bodywash – a heartwarming bubble of relief and care you needed.

The exhaustion and soreness felt like the heaviest burden, as if you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders but once you stepped in the shower, the hot water dissipated all of your torments, finally allowing you to sigh in relief.

Forehead resting on the cold shower wall, the running water soothed every sensitive part of your body as intended and you enjoyed every bit of this moment, carried away by the comfort it provided you and closing your eyes to savor how good it felt. Tiny but usual sounds perked up your ears and disrupted your dreamlike state announcing his arrival, instantly making your heart flutter – your safe place felt complete finally.

Unbothered, you didn’t show any sign of interest to the person who sneaked into the shower with you, not before he jolted at the sheer touch of the water on his angelic skin. Retrieving his hand from the flow, he rushed to turn the water off uttering genuine concern through his words.

 “It’s scorching hot, are you alright?”

Rafayel grabbed one of your hands that was resting on your lower abdomen and slowly turned you so you could face him.

“I should’ve known as soon as I stepped in here, the steam was hard to go unnoticed.”

You lovingly smiled at him before wrapping your arms around his figure, your head softly resting on his chest.

“I’ve been cramping like crazy today, I needed to relax…” retrieving your head from his chest, you looked up to admire his face “I didn’t want to worry you. I’m fine, I felt better thanks to the shower.”

“You could’ve just asked me, you know.”

Gently stroking your cheek with one of his hands, the other one found its way down your spine, featherlike touches brushing against your skin.

“You were busy. Plus, how do you think I handled this when we didn’t know each other?”

Locking his eyes with you, both of his hands found their way around your waist and held you so tight as if he wanted to be impossibly closer to you, an unspoken emotion crossing his mesmerizing eyes.

“I don’t even want to think about it. A life without you is a like an ocean dried of all of its water.” Pouting, he hid his head in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent, your body instantly reacting, getting goosebumps all over it.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too much right now?”

While you let out a small chuckle, you really did appreciate this moment – this proximity and intimacy that made you feel so alive you could explode from just loving him. If anything, the vulnerability you both never hid became your most favorite thing in your couple dynamic.

“You’re my oxygen.”

After kissing your earlobe, he made you turn on your feet so you can face the shower wall and pressed against your back while wrapping his arms around your chest, a comforting warmth emanated from his body easing all of your pain more efficiently than the burning water. He then reached for your lower stomach, both of his hands gently stroking against the area where all of your cramps came from.

Turning the water on again, you melted in his embrace – the overwhelming pain was becoming more bearable, being replaced by an overflowing wave of heat and tenderness this moment provided you, almost toying with your hormones.

“You make my life so full, Rafayel.”

“So do you, my love.”

A cold detail distracted you from the comfort he gave you – it’s no other than the ring adoring his ring finger, one of your favorite details of his. Your left hand found his, gently playing with it before intertwining your fingers letting the warmth his evol provided pierce through your skin. Rafayel leaned in to place a soft kiss on your cheek, his soft lips pressing down to your jawline, then steadily traveled down your neck to your shoulder. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed every bit of this proximity, lulled by the melody of the water falling on both of you and soothed by your lover’s presence and warmth.

“Wait, are you saying this just because I’m the most efficient heating pad?” he teasingly commented, hot lips detached from your skin.

Daydreaming state coming to an end after his words, you tried to move under his grasp but his firm artist hands kept your figure in place, not allowing you to face him.

“No, but I can’t deny that I fear.” You chuckled and he couldn’t help but brightly smile in return, feeling his hot breath back on your skin.

“Do you feel better?” Rafayel asked as he delivered a small peck on your shoulder.

“If I say yes, will you leave my side and let me handle the rest on my own?”

Disappointment betrayed your voice, mentally slapping yourself as you didn’t like how desperate you sounded – almost like a plea. Distracted by the way his hand moved under yours, fingers no longer intertwined, the flash of panic this loss of warmth caused you was soon replaced by a surprised squeak as a reached for your breast.

“Shhhh. If we have to pull an all-nighter in here, then we will.” Hand massaging one of your breasts while the other remained on your lower stomach, he pressed against your body, impossibly closer. “Accept all of my warmth. I got you.”

Stuck in Rafayel’s embrace, you felt like being trapped in a cocoon only made for you and who were you to deny this comfort?

“Rafayel, I’m so close to falling asleep.” Pretending to yawn, a part of truth was hidden behind this little play – his evol always made you sleepy rather than burning from it, a proof of how caring and cautious he was with his own power knowing oh so well how scared Rafayel was to unintentionally hurt you. Both of your hands finding his resting on your stomach, you held it tight as you were too scared to fall asleep and lose your balance in such a slippery place.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart.” Rafayel’s hand stopped massaging your breast and found its way to your stomach, stroking you there. “I won’t let you slip.”

Turning off the water, he made you dance on your feet before gesturing you to wrap your arms around his neck so he could carry you bridal style, warm hands finding their way under your knees. Before he walked out of the shower, he paused to marvel at his most precious love – you, the love of his life.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

One of your arms loosened up around his neck and your fingers softy traveled to his soaked hair, pushing his face towards yours. You caressed his face with your nose before kissing him – a tender interaction that turned out passionate, your body speaking a language only both of you knew, this out of the world love; a burning passion that no one could replicate.

Detaching your lips from his, you beamed at Rafayel.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too” Mouth back on yours, your hand reached for his neck and gently stroke it.

“But…” You placed your free hand on his chest and pushed him away from your face. “If you keep being that cheesy when I have my periods, I might suffocate, whether it’d be from love or annoyance.”

“I just know what and what no to say when you have your periods.” He grinned after he leaned in to peck the tip of your nose.

“You…”

“However, I always mean everything that comes out of my mouth as exaggerated as it can sound. It’s just the effect you have on me and I can’t help it, cutie. What I’ve said earlier was lighthearted, but if you really worry about it being too much then let me-”

You urgently kissed his mouth shut, not wanting to hear the words that were about to be spoken; you knew he overthought your teasing words but you also knew he wasn’t affected for a bit.

“Alright alright, someone’s getting impatient let’s get dressed and go to bed.”

“I’m just getting cold. And I want to be close to you again.”

“Isn’t it the case already?” he replied, tilting his head.

Your hand traveled on his torso until it reached his cheek, jumping on the opportunity to pinch it. Throwing an offended look at you, he laughed.

“How greedy…”

And just like that, Rafayel’s warmth did not leave your side for what seemed an enjoyable eternity.

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"Dressed like this I might end up stealing the spotlight at the music festival."

its actually his comment on the white version but i thought black would fit better UwU

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"I'll miss you, no matter where you are"

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priceless treasure [rafayel]

from the phone call “priceless treasure”

“and let me remind you that the owner lets customers set their own prices based on how much they like a work.”

“let me do the math… i’m running low on pretty seashells at home. i only have 20 left. but i’ll happily give all of them to you.”

“you’re very generous, cutie. and here i thought you’d only offer ten. buuut as long as you like it, that’s good enough for me.”

“why do you think that’s enough? i’ve seen you paint, and i know you pour your heart and soul into every piece… your work is priceless. if you want more, i can give you a higher price.”

“an art piece is only priceless to those who appreciate it for what is is at its core. aaand you’re giving me the shells we picked up during our daily walks. they’ve been with us through every sunset, when the waves touched our feet, and when the breeze danced around us. some even witnessed the moments we treasure the most.”

(i literally can’t believe such a character exists, i was born in the right generation, i love love, art and rafayel)

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caleb moodboard.

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sylus, my dear lover boy

“now everyone here knows about my adorable, precious, one and only queen whom i like the most”

i’m literally crying. oh sylus, my dearest…

(having set “queen” as a nickname was my best move)

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sylus moodboard — with love.

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doodle of that scene from one of sylus’s touring in love chapters 🐈‍⬛

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rafayel, the kisser.

rafayel is an adorer, a devoted lover — a worshipper even.

he is an artist who found his muse and always takes inspiration from his beloved.

but he is also a big kisser.

rafayel loves every single thing about his significant other but what he adores most is kissing every single features in sight. nose, lips, cheeks, collarbones… he loves tracing his lips all over his lover’s body.

this is why he is willing to put some lipstick on just so he could savour the sight after his tender journey.

not that rafayel would want to keep track of every single kiss mark — he is too drunk in love to care — however, he would take his sweet time to fill the spots that would have been eventually missed during his wonderful and sweet work on your body.

every centimetre of skin will be adorned with a lipstick stain skillfully and gently placed by rafayel’s soft lips.

“i painted a masterpiece on your body and only i get to admire it”

even if he doesn’t mind applying lipstick for this very special craft of his, rafayel would highly prefer having it directly applied from his lover’s lips after a passionate yet affectionate kiss.

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We part and meet, again and again - heavy hearts with little laid bare. The weight in my chest is hard to name, while your doubts fill the air. In this fleeting moment, freedom's wings are bound. And that moment has long since vanished, never to be found. Like lightning that strikes and is gone in a breath. Like fine snow falling to a river, meeting its death. Like light pouring over the tide, only to be swallowed where shadows hide. How can I witness and hold such beauty once more…? If I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips.

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to my sea [rafayel]

missing rafayel, you decide to write him a heartfelt letter.

in a house we built together, i find myself writing you this letter in hope it will eventually reach you in a way i haven’t thought of yet.

i know you wonder how it’s been lately and i’m willing to share every single crumb of this mundane life, however… this void i struggle to fill refrains the joy of telling you everything i was meant — almost dying — to tell you.

do you remember this habit of yours? when you always turned the littlest light on in a corner of the room just so you could have enough light to keep working on whatever art piece you were crafting? you would’ve been so endeared to notice i stole your habit after spending so much time by your side.

so much time yet not enough.

did the small amount of light helped you feel surrounded by a presence you couldn’t see but only invent, or was this simply more convenient to you? at the moment, i feel like the shadows hold a certain presence — as if what cannot be distinguished still carries an indescribable company. the emptiness i gradually became used to makes me imagine things… why do i feel like you’re by my side right now?

i opened the windows you loved looking out of in search of inspiration, sea breeze lingering on my skin, feather touches from the faint remain of the sea, its particles of salt penetrating my body. again, it reminds me of you; your attentive, loving and delicate touches i didn’t know were meant to grasp all the details you then couldn’t see nor admire. it’s the way you took all this time to memorise the precious features you adored, the ones you knew more than i ever will. i should’ve noticed this before it was too late.

i miss you.

it must’ve hurt keeping all of this to yourself, all this pain… stuck in this attractive cycle, this delectable pain you were taking most of your inspiration from. my strong beloved… i should’ve known.

your place getting more and more messy, our home becoming a theatre of your descent into the abyss — each step i carefully took after coming home was meant not to disrupt either your peace either your comforting and chaotic mess of art supplies indicating your dedication until the very end.

your vision loss, gradual yet so brutal, your poor muscle condition… you did know it was your fate, your very own punishment; still, you turned my tears into pearls, lulled me to sleep with your godly and mesmerising voice, bathed me with your divine love.

unlike you so often said, you weren’t only taking from others, from me — you gave everyone, you gave me, so much more than you could have imagined. the essence of your being still lingers everywhere in the world, a proof of your impactful existence

you’re nowhere but everywhere at the same time; so when i want to tell you how it’s been lately, the incomprehension rises from the depths of my heart. your absence, by far, is the heaviest weight i have had to carry — heavy is the weight, doesn’t it mean you’re still there?

the night breeze has intensified since i’ve started writing this letter and the atmosphere has freshened up, and i almost feel like something is pushing me into the warm embrace of what used to be our shared bed.

visit me somewhere only you can.

to my sea, my world, rafayel — i love you.

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a/n : i’m not that good at writing fics, i’ve always loved reading others’ but wording thoughts is far harder than expected. hence why i don’t really follow the codes but follow my own ideas that drive me through the entire writing process. those who will get it, will get it… oh and yes, it’s pretty sad.

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this is why sylus will never be the bad guy you want him to be.

from sylus' tour memo chapter 3

“you… you think i won’t write “spare me, hero!” on your back with icing?!”

“go ahead. i don’t mind taking another shower.”

he holds my legs as i kick and carries me upstairs.

“i hope you don’t mind either.”

the domestic dynamic of sylusmc's relationship will always be my weakness; i’m here for it.

i’ll always defend my most beloved sylus and will never care about what people say about how we should actually portray him. he’s a lovey dovey, completely drunk in love and as i’ve already written before, passionate and devoted.

i just adore the scriptwriters for delivering such wonderful scenes for us sylus lovers that could also be considered as an amazing reminder for people who keep portraying him wrongly to stop being ignorant.

(no he isn’t straight out from a dark romance book)

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and that’s how moving in with sylus happened.

Sylus staying at your place felt like a fever dream at first, but you were so confused once you realised he was as subtle as a bull in a china shop around your place, which was completely unusual.

No matter how much effort he put not to wake you up too early in the morning, you would eventually be woken up from your sweet dreams by him bumping his body against whatever was on his way. However, he had no idea you were hearing his misadventures almost every single time he was staying there.

The genuine shock on his face when you finally admitted that he wasn’t being quiet (which was none of his fault) led him to think that he didn’t belong to this tiny little home of yours. It could be seen as extremely dramatic yet it proves how much he cares about you and your wellbeing — he doesn’t want you to feel discomfort of any sort.

You didn’t want him to feel guilty and actually find this situation endearing, especially how he seemed lost in his thoughts after looking away from your face with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Maybe i should stop…”

“Overthinking” you cut him off.

Raising a brow, he was anxiously waiting for the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“First of all, i’ll get used to it and will stop waking up at every single noise i hear…” you placed your hand on his “secondly, our home will be a lot more bigger than this tiny apartment.”

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth and he looked right into your eyes.

“Our?” getting closer to you, his hand left yours just so both of his can cup each side of your face. “Home is wherever you are, my love. But sharing something we can consider as ours…”

Closing the distance between the two of you, he gently placed a kiss on your lips.

“Mmh this is the life i’ve always dreamt about.”

Before you can say anything, your lips are sealed with his with more passion, a hint of yearning and love that only made you melt more.

“I’d buy an entire planet just so i make sure i don’t wake you up ever again, just so you know.”

After this breathless confession, you both decided to let the passion consume your beings.

That’s how you decided it was the right time to move in together.

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oh to be loved by an artist — to be loved by rafayel.

he found his muse, his most precious and cherished human.

perfectionist and dedicated to his art, rafayel would spend hours observing and studying you to catch every single detail of your appearance. it doesn’t matter if some elements such as scars and stretch marks are seen as imperfections — for him, there’s beauty in everything especially when it comes to his dearest muse.

his lover is the most breathtaking artwork the universe has ever created; a beautiful canvas sprinkled with the most head spinning marks. rafayel would be so obsessed with every single mole he would lay his eyes on, determined to find more while his fingers would trace over his muse’s body with a delicate and attentive touch, wanting to grasp the littlest yet most precious details only him would ever discover about his loved one.

rafayel would then incorporate small parts of his lover into his paintings. if his muse’s moles resemble a constellation, be sure to pay attention to the astonishing starry sky he painted.

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sylus is the most passionate and devoted lover.

all i’ve been thinking about lately is how passionate sylus is — i imagine him being too drunk in love to detach his lips from his lover’s.

he doesn’t mind about things not escalating as long as his beloved’s body is the closest to his. being close, feeling the comfortable heat radiating from his lover’s presence is enough.

he doesn’t mind about being loud either; breathing heavily, panting, moaning — oh it’s the least of his concerns.

i love him so much.

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i literally can’t stop thinking about the upcoming lads banner and i have so many things to comment on but i’m refraining myself because i’m still very new to the community.

but i’ve noticed something so attractive about the actual depiction of the boys’ personas and let me say one thing: everything just makes so much sense and i just wish people would stop mischaracterising them.

these four love interests are so well written and their behaviours towards mc fit them all so perfectly… the intimacy shown in the trailer, key point of the upcoming cards, truly reflects how old they respectively are. it’s the way we can sense a different dynamic between the youngest LIs and mc / the oldest LIs and mc.

but what they have in common is the pure adoration they all have for mc, completely devoted to her, almost drunk with her even.