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[xhieru]

So let me understand: since the mc saved rafayel, as a lemurian he belongs to her? And can't refuse her???

Girl i am SO happy the mc is a nice and loving person bc jesus almighty this is the recipe for a DISASTER.

What is it with this poor fish and the universe denying him his bodily autonomy?

He cries? pearls, and people want pearls.

Blood? some kind of fountain of youth.

His gf literally killed him (even if it wasn't intentional i don't think that suffering at the hands of your beloved is a walk in the park full of daisies) and CUT OFF HIS TAIL that is gory AS HELL also cut off his scales which sounds like a very low circle of hell all things considered.

like i know that all the guys suffered but some parts of rafayel's myth are straight out of a horror movie and it's incredible that even though he went through all that stuff and remembers it all he is STILL desperate to be loved by the mc. still tries his all to make her remember and to make her fall for him.

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“Become my follower, mortal.”

“My safety is in your hands, Miss Bodyguard.”

“Your Highness, come with me.”

[xhieru]

hello… what are your thoughts on rafayel going into mermaid heat?

i have too many thoughts on rafayel going into mermaid heat. TOO MANY. warnings: 18+, mdni, gn!reader, mermaid heat, potential dubcon, implied switch rafayel and reader

for starters, he'd be heavy in denial that it was even happening. his skin would grow clammy, his cheeks would be dusted in the prettiest of pinks, he'd be hot to the touch, his cock hard to the point it hurt, but despite all this, he'd still insist that he was fine. maybe coming down with a cold but still fine and certainly not starting the beginning of his heat.

because if he admitted it, acknowledged even consciously  to himself that he was in fact going into heat, that means he'd have to admit something else.

needing your help.

so he'd avoid you, like the plague, despite everything in him shouting for him to call you, to get you over to his house and into his bed as fast as possible. it'd be almost painful to avoid your texts and watch his phone screen light up from where he's curled in on himself on the couch, keeping a moan sealed tight in his throat when the picture he has of you saved in your contact pops up each time you call him. it was torture.

but you know rafayel too well. he's your boyfriend after all and you know something is up when he isn't immediately responding to your texts or calls all day long. so, of course, you end up at his house late at night once you've gotten off work.

he only starts to admit to himself what's going on when he sees how concerned you are for him. ebb day has already passed this year and he insists he isn't sick, at least not in a way that he needs medical attention for. it gets harder and harder for him to keep lying to himself, and you as well, now that you're here, so close to him. he can smell your familiar scent. it  consumes him whole ‘til he can't think of anything else but you. the way you cup his face, the way you lean in close when checking his temperature, the way your skin feels heavenly against his even.

his denial would go so deep, he would still deny it was happening even after he lets out a wanton moan when your leg accidentally brushes his thigh. he'd never tell you when he's like this, only using his words after when his heat had run its course and he is finally in his right mind again. you'd have to piece it together yourself, having to suffice with the nod of confirmation you get in return when asking him if he's in heat. if mermaids even experience heat. which, is very much apparent with his current state.

secondly, when rafayel is in heat, it is probably the only time that he doesn't talk your ear off when it's just the two of you. instead, his witty banter and teasing jokes are replaced by whines and mewls, and moans, and pleads. the most you'll be able to get out of him is a debauched and needy, "yes," when making him answer you verbally when asking if he wants your help with his eat and if it's okay to touch him. you'll also get the occasional, "please," or whimper of your name between the myriad of sounds you're pulling from him. any other attempt at talking is merely broken speech or fragments or words that always end in some strangled cry, never being able to be fully comprehended.

and maybe it's because you're so enamoured with him, or maybe it's because of that lemurian voice of his, but every sound he makes is breath-taking. it sings in your ears and dances in your chest and tummy, leaving you aching for more. aching to see what sort of symphony he'll make for you with each new touch and kiss and lick you give to him. the desire runs deep enough that you almost wonder if his heat can rub off on you.

lastly (for now), rafayel would definitely have more stamina than any of us were expecting. once you got the ball rolling, offering him your help, there was no stopping him until he was satisfied. regardless of what role, if there were any, each of you took before this point of exhaustion, rafayel would take over once you've been decommissioned from hours of tending to him and making him feel good– not that you didn't enjoy every second of it.

he'd roll on top of you, grinding his still hard and aching cock against any part of you that he can reach, holding you to him. he'd whisper in a small and hoarse, "please," into the side of your neck, patiently waiting for your answer. no matter what state he was in, if you were past your limit he wasn't going to push that. but, if he could help take some of the pressure off you, let you relax while he took from you what he needed, he would.

and of course you would let him. how could you say no to him? especially when he's like this and when he's been so good for you all night, insisting on making you feel just as good as you've been making him feel.

he'd whimper and whine into your neck, your chest, your hair, anywhere he could bury his head in your scent as he uses your body in whatever way he needs. but he'd always hold you close to him, holding you through every thrust and moan and orgasm the two of you share. if he wasn't holding onto you, he was gripping your hand in his, fingers intertwined like his life depended on it.

no part of your body would have been left untouched by the time he finally stops for a small break when the sun starts to rise. 

[xhieru]

So um about that new update teaser.. 😳😳😳

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Are lads bugs even bugs at this point 💀💀💀

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love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel

fluff, fluff, FLUFF

zayne

his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in

he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.

“was this because i left you on read this afternoon?” his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile you’ve been trying really hard to suppress.

he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own. “should’ve known.”

you laughed, “but you did left me on read, how dare you?” his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didn’t even realize doing it. “alright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.”

you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didn’t bothered you one bit when he didn’t reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.

you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. “good work today, zayne.”

“hm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?”

xavier

he’s quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didn’t know why you’d turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.

he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.

your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?

xavier stared at you as he recalled today’s events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why you’d reject his kiss.

you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that you’re being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.

“you’re too playful at times,” he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. “sorry, will you forgive me?” you ran your fingers through the back of his head. “i’ll forgive  you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,” he said.

you laughed, “okay then, if you insist.”

rafayel

oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. you’d think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think it’s just a face he made because you didn’t want him to kiss you.

“i see what this is,” he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldn’t let this slide. you challenged, “yeah? what is it?”

“you tell me. this is just the beginning isn’t it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know you’d be packing your bags, telling me you’ve fallen out of love.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as it’s ever been.

you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. “it was just a kiss rafayel, i wasn’t feeling it.” you replied, trying your best to sound serious.

“wasn’t feeling it?” he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, “it’s fine, it’s not like i was eager to kiss you either.” he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although it’s obvious he’s being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.

finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. “just so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.” you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. “i would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasn’t really that eager to kiss me?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. “it’s okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? it’d disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.” he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.

“sure, let’s go with that excuse.” you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.

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Ma’am your writhing is immaculate!!! If possible can we have a rafayel falling backwards?

falling backwards

rafayel; 1,670 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", slight!suggestiveness, fade to black, the slightest spoilers for raf's bday card, existential cuteness?

summary: the sky forgets, but the sea remembers

a/n: this is rly short and sweet, with a sprINKLE of spice in there for the bday boi!! happy belated my fav mermaid oi

lost and found.

He has waited for you for a thousand years.

And like, this he thinks he could wait for you a thousand more.

“Do you remember?” he asks, his thumb running along the thick rim of his coffee mug, the morning sun pouring thick and lemon-sweet through the endless windows of his vast studio.

“A little,” you say, your eyes fixed on your own coffee, steam still rising in faint, ghostly tendrils above the milky surface.

“Only a little?” Rafayel sighs, leaning back in his chair, his white shirt buttoned carelessly to the middle of his chest, revealing a strip of smooth, unmarred skin beneath. You lick your lips and take a sip of your steaming coffee, cheeks warming as you try to look anywhere else.

“I was just a kid…” you say, a little rueful of his disappointment, but Rafayel only laughs, leaning forward to dip a finger into the chantilly cream dollopped on top of the bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the table. He reaches out and swipes a bit onto the tip of your nose, making you jerk back, going slightly cross-eyed as you frown.

“Hey!”

“There she is —” he nods, apparently satisfied as he sucks the remaining cream from the tip of his finger, eyes flickering up to meet yours, “There’s that laugh I love so much…”

You somehow find it in yourself to blush and look away, the abashedness of all your previous and younger years welling up inside you, only to crest up your neck and into your cheeks like the morning tide, staining your skin in the color of sunrise. Rafayel watches you with a pleased glint in his eyes, his tongue flickering out to wet his lips.

“You promised you’d come back for me,” he says, pushing his mouth up into a childish pout. You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“That I don’t remember,” you say, petulant, as you wipe the bit of cream from your nose, scrunching your face to make sure there’s no more. But it’s a lie — though not entirely. You do remember, but only in the way the most important memories always fade with time, tucking themselves into the forgotten corners of your mind until they’re needed. And then up they come, floating to the top of your mind’s eye in flickers and goldfish flashes, like brightly colored fins caught in the morning light, just beneath the water’s shimmering surface.

“Liar,” Rafayel says, and you don’t refute him. He takes a long sip of his coffee and casts his eyes towards the distant horizon beyond his huge, studio windows. The air smells of burgeoning spring, of melting snow and drying paint. Of empty canvases and seafoam and the dewdrops lingering on the leaves of freshly budding flowers.

You press your palms to the warmth of the thick ceramic mug cupped between your hands.

“But… you found me again, didn’t you?”

a whole new world.

The entire world is 70% water. So you know this. So Rafayel tells you.

“The other 30% though, I had no way of seeing, of knowing —” his eyes are faraway as you sit, shoulders pressed against each other, a thick blanket wrapped around you both as the morning chill threatens to seep right into the marrow of your bones.

“I wanted to see the world — the whole world — not just the parts that were sunken under water.”

He says the words sunken like a curse, but you lower your eyes to your hands, clasped in your lap, and you wonder if things enveloped by the soft embrace of water might have it better than the bits of the world doomed to be above it.

“Y’know… I wanted to be a pilot when I was a kid,” you say, leaning back and casting your eyes far up towards the endless sky, the horizons brightening in silken steams of pinks and yellows. Still, the sky directly above you with color of a healing bruise, and a thick, unrelenting darkness simmers along the opposite skyline like a crouched cat, waiting for the sun to turn her head before leaping back up again.

“You did? I thought… well, honestly, I thought all Hunters would’ve wanted to become Hunters from when they were kids.”

You shrug, laughing, “You’re not wrong, but… I thought — how cool must it be to fly the planes that Hunters rode in for their bigger missions? How cool would it be to pilot something into Deepspace? I mean… there’s so much out there that we don’t know…”

Rafayel turns toward you. You flash him a soft, indulgent smile.

“So… in that sense, we’re not so different — we both wanted to see part of the world that we hadn’t before. Parts of the world that we didn’t have access to but… I was thinking about it and… isn’t that a kind of running away too?”

Rafayel stills, his breath going shallow as he turns back to watch the far horizon, where the dawn is rising like a great phoenix, feathers burning, her throat full of bright orange light, and suddenly, all the stories and legends make sense.

“The sea remembers everything the sky forgets…” Rafayel says, never taking his eyes off the rising sun, “That’s what my teacher used to tell me. Artists — we try to remember the things that the world tries to forget too — we paint moments and feelings, try to capture a second in time, even though we’re doomed to fail, over and over again.”

You turn to glance at him, and you catch him staring. Your eyes meet and it’s not so unlike the colliding of lost stars. He reaches out to trace a finger along the edge of your cheek and you feel your breath burning like sunrise in your chest, and suddenly, there’s an entire world caught in your belly, a rising dawn feathering its way out of your throat —

Kiss me, you want to say. Instead, you say, “Happy birthday.”

Thanks, it looks like he might say.

He leans in to kiss you instead.

calculations.

Later, when the sun has risen and set once more, when the tides have come and gone again, when the moon hangs high and envious in the late winter sky and he has his lips pressed to yours, the taste of your pleas slick and sweet on his tongue, he wonders if a lifetime under water has just been preparation for this.

He traces the seashell shapes of his fingers along the white sand beaches of your skin, dropping kisses into the moonlit pools caught in the dip of your collarbones.

“R-Raf —”

He savors in the way your breath catches and cuts, the way he can sever them with silver scissors as he laves his tongue across the midnight bruises blooming along your shoulder, your chest, your hips, the soft, plush insides of your thighs.

“Don’t you think you owe me at least this much?” he asks, his own voice a soft rasp as he pulls back, panting, “After leaving me alone all those years ago… making me wait for so long?”

You keen, head pressing back into the soft feather-down pillows of the mountain-top chalet, lips kissed pink, your cheeks flushed dark with color.

“I — please — more —”

“Mm…” Rafayel grins as he cocks his head, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, “Since you asked so nicely…”

He figures that the human body is also made 70% water. Of salt and gravity. Of the mind forgetting while the body remembers.

Of oxygen and the stuff of lost and wandering stars.

“Tell me one more time,” he says, bending down to graze his lips along your earlobe. He savors in the way your body shakes with shivers, the slick of sweat, the soft break in your voice as moan his name.

“Raf - a - yel — please. I want — I want you.”

hiraeth.

“Do you… ever miss home?”

You try to think about how it might feel to miss a home you can no longer go back to, to come from a place that everyone around you has written off as legend — about the doubt and uncertainty, but about the freedom too.

It’s the morning after, except this time, you’re tucked into the bend of his arm, your ankles locked beneath the twisted sheets, his hair a tangled mess, haloed around his face against the soft white of the pillows.

“Home… doesn’t always have to be a place, y’know.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Oh? You do?”

Rafayel smiles, a thing of tenderness and salt, even as he tucks you close. Like this, you wonder if he knows that there’s an entire ocean locked beneath the dark of his gaze.

“Sure I do. Ever since that day — on the beach, my home hasn’t really been Lemuria.”

You swallow passed the dryness collecting in your throat like so much soft, white sand.

“Then…”

Rafayel lets out a puff of laughter, turning his eyes towards the ceiling.

“C’mon, I thought you had to be smart to pass the Hunter exams.”

You crinkle your nose and inch in closer.

“Maybe… maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You don’t miss the way his ears go red as he makes a show of sighing, glancing back towards you with a helpless smile.

“Fine, fine — ahem… here it goes,” he says, clearing his throat with perhaps too much pomp and circumstance.

“Ever since that day on the beach… my home hasn’t really been Lemuria…” his voice trails off as his eyes soften and he turns to face you properly, the teasing lilt seeping from his voice until the only thing left is warmth and honesty and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Since then… my home’s always been… you.”

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Someone allowed me to do it so I did

I would've done anyway lmao

💄SO HERE ARE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE BOYS WHEN YOU COME HOME DRUNK AND ATTACK THEM WITH KISSES BASED ON THAT:

POST ON TUMBLR!💄

Tags: aggressive cuteness, Crack fic, I harass xavier once again and this time Zayne too, Rafayel will get us a restraining order (and he will end up breaking), bullet fic, I searched a lot of cat videos for this (noice 🫡)

Dumb shit under the cut!

Zayne

You said you were going out with Tara to celebrate your promotion, he didn't mind and said for you to be careful and drink water and (insert here some medical yapping)

But alcohol is liquid and water is too so they must be like, related right?😃

Well you got home and by the way you were yelling he knew

He was in danger

Your cat called Dr. Cat (no I'm not creative) was the first victim, when you finally let go of the cat he saw the cat walking around on it's shaking paw covered in lipstick marks as if he had witnessed horrors beyond human comprehension.

He he saw your head popping out from the hallway like some sort of creepy entity...

He RAN

Don't get it wrong he's a 27 years-old man, 6'1 and most of all an adult.

A well known doctor who is not really startled easily.

But you got that man running around that kitchen table like 😭😭😭😭😭😭:

SOMEBODY HELP THIS POOR MAN FROM HIS CRAZY KISSING GIRLFRIEND 😭😭😭😭😭

In the end, this is the actual footage after you catch that nerd:

(Yes with the witch laugh and everything)

Rafayel

You went out to drink with yo homies

And not with Rafayel cuz yea girl's night(bitch get off my ass for once)

And you have this small problem that you can only pay attention to the tea being spilled or count how much you drank

And I mean you would definitely count if the girls weren't making a whole ass thesis of Captain Jemma being gay (CSI lesbians arise 🫡🫡🫡🫡)

So yeah you drank a lot and yall concluded that yall a little gay for your Captain.

Chile anyway so

You go to Rafayel's place because yes you missed his cute little grumpy face

The f you mean that I just called him a bitch and told him to get off my ass??? Nuh uh 🙄🤨

So since you don't remember much here's a resume of what happened by Rafayel's POV 😃

You kicked the GODDAMN GATE OPEN BREAKING IT.

And you tackled him on the bathtub.

Yes, he was naked.

Yes, you "saw" his dong.

And even though it was quite traumatic you busting in his place like that, getting in the tub with him and attacking his beautiful face with kisses.

WHY WOULD YOU JUST LOOK AT HIS DICK AND SAY "Nice cock shawtie" AND PUKE ON HIS FLOOR??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀

ALSO WHAT LIPSTICK IS THAT THAT IS NOT LEAVING HIS SKIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

In the next morning you wake up on his couch and he's on top of the ladder looking at you like you murdered his entire family like:

Xavier:

😃

You see

Xavier is ALREADY acquainted with how you are when drunk.

And it either goes you throwing him on the bed demanding his dick to get hard cuz you will "align his chackra" with some mind-blowing 🧠

And for some reason he do get hard instantly 🤨 that shit works via Bluetooth cuz it can't be for real-

ANYWAY

Or you attack him with a lot of love and affection that he doesn't know what to do besides just standing there and accepted it all 😔 it's so hard being cut smh.

So when you get home

He ain't no coward

So he's just standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️

And (for his lucky ass) you were ready to give him some loving 😍😍😍😍

So you pull him to the room and just sit on top of him kissing and abusing him

Ehe *fboy laugh* baby boy heh *bite lip* are you sweet dreams by Eurythmics? Cuz heh you kinda looking like you wanna be abused hehh

Ok I'm sorry.

Anyways here's the footage of the victim I MEAN Xavie pookie:

And that it folks hope ya enjoyed, reblog or whatever idk lmao

[xhieru]

THE CRITTERS ARE HERE 💖💖💖💖

[xhieru]

ok but why do I feel like Rafayel likes being sub because after so many years of pinning and chasing he just wants to be wanted *runs away*

Agreed, agreed. Like, he can totally be dom, sure. And sometimes he's really in the mood for that. And if that's your preference, he is happy, delighted even, to obliged. But mostly, he just longs to know you want this as bad as he does. He craves being pursued for once. Wants you to choose him, not because he hounded you into it, but because you need him as badly as he's always needed you.

He values freedom, detests those who want to enslave him and his people, yet contradictorily is constantly seeking to bind himself to you. He is jaded about vows, thinks human promises are weak and fickle, and thinks broken promises are lies. And yet, still, he constantly asks for your vows, your promises, every little tidbit you will give him to bind yourself to him, something irreversible and permanent. To the point where he finds calling you Master a turn on, despite all the implications that are there for his people.

He won't force you into anything. He'll keep things light and playful so it's easy for you to back off if you choose to. But don't be deceived. His love is anything but light. It is consuming and desperate. But you don't need to know that.

You're in charge here. His heart is in your hands. And he is used to disappointment. He's even grown to like, in fact crave, the pain, the chase, the fall, the emptiness in its wake. Because what would the alternative be? To give you up? Never.

He has moments where he doubts, where he wonders if he should just end this agonizing pursuit. But the slightest show of interest from you, the smallest hint that you want him too, and he is off chasing that pain again, even while he thinks this won't end well. He is not a man who gets happy endings.

And yet here his is again, whining, pouting, playing the fool. He'll overcome his fear of cats to pet-sit that stray you got attached to. He'll press through the terror of that plane ride, because it worked better for your schedule, and he really wanted to show you that special moment in that far away place.

Because maybe, somehow, things will be different this time. Maybe, your clashing worlds won't come between you. Maybe his responsibilities, or the enemies around you, or all these forces trying to use and take advantage of both him and you, won't keep you apart this time. Maybe this time, you will be his bride, his wife, the one walking beside him through this long long life that sometimes seems so dull and pointless. Maybe you'll be the rain in his desert, the fire in his veins, hearts in lock step as you laugh and argue and tease and dance through life together.

[xhieru]

rip LIs 😔

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l&ds, a nutshell:

[xhieru]

Rafayel is the type to claim that you’re the clingy one out of the pair of you, despite the fact that he’s the one who’s holding onto your hand, he was holding your hand so tightly in fact that you were afraid you might loose all feeling in it if he didn’t let up anytime soon.

And even when you do leave, Rafayel is automatically on the phone to you, sending text messages, FaceTime calls and so on until it was well past midnight and you were in desperate need of some sleep; But even then Rafayel is on the other end and holding his phone close to his chest as though he were holding you instead as he drifts off, hop in that one day his dream to have you across from him and spend your mornings, evenings and nights with him to come true one day.

He wishes he had the confidence and courage to ask you to move in with him but until then, he can only dream of what mundane domestic lifestyle you two would chose to have together in his dreams.

Rafayel is the type to search for aspects of yourself in everything he sees, in everywhere he goes, in everything that he touches. Everything reminded him of you in some shape or form, whether that be in a recent memory you shared together, or in something that you mentioned or did previously before meeting him; Even in his paintings there were aspects of you that he’s integrated into his artwork without realising until the finish product, so much so that he might as well have painted a portrait of you because that’s how much of the painting reminded Rafayel of you.

He’ll want to immortalise you in some abstract but beautiful way that would leave anyone breathless upon seeing it. This would be one of the paintings that he would never dare put up for auction, never. For this was his magnum opus and he would never allow for it to be hung up and have its origins forgotten in the hallway of some snobbish, rich aristocrat, who had no use for it other then as a decorative piece.

It’s his and his alone that he’d keep safe elsewhere and look at it when he needed to feel you near when you were psychically needed elsewhere.

Zayne may never and will never tell you he likes/loves you but that doesn’t mean he won’t have signs that were obvious that he cares for you deeply.

Especially when he’s putting a stop to your excessive usage of coffee and energy drinks by making you substitute it for water or when he’s making sure you eat proper meals and helping you develop a better sleep schedule that better suited you and your lifestyle.

He’s doing small things for you like;

Making sure you walk on the inside of the curb and away from traffic

Tying your shoelaces when he noticed that they’ve started to become undone during your walk.

Placing your keys in more obvious places because he know that you’ll forget where you last put them or keep ahold of them himself as your getting ready for your outing before silently holding them out towards you when you begin to look for them.

Helping with the cleaning because he knows that you don’t have the mental energy to bring yourself to do so yourself, something that he’ll never shame you for as he’d rather you have a healthy mental state rather then a destructive one.

Making your bed in the mornings.

Having your medication on hand should you need it and acting as your personal reminder to take them when it reaches a certain time.

Zipping up your coat, adjusting your scarf and gloves so that he knew that you’d be kept warm from the cold.

Making you a drink in the morning followed by a well balanced breakfast in bed, followed by a cheeky sweet treat.

Zayne may never answer will never tell you he likes/loves you but he can only hope that his actions were enough to show that, that they spoke loud enough, but then again he highly doubts it being a possibility.

[xhieru]

[xhieru]

Sorry but I kept thinking abt cove being worried a merfolk is going steal mc away from him and 3 years later rafayel got me on chokehold 😭😭😭😭

oh to have a six feet tall merman who will chase me to the end of earth and wishes for me to stay by his side every year

[xhieru]

Rafayel🐟 + MC🌙 🌙 "I'm that one 🦈" 🐟 "As if"