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Cracks knuckles. Alright Infold, I see I see..
I GOTTA SPEED FARM HOLY SHIT I'M NOT READY
Rafayel if I finish you part of the MC Twin AU will you come home pookie? PLLLEEASSEEE
MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty pleaseeee?"
"No and that's final!"
MC pouts making you roll your eyes at her, pushing around your straw that was in your drink. You place your chin on your palm and sigh. "Look, it sounds fun don't get me wrong, but I'm not really an art person you know? I wouldn't understand anything going on!"
MC raised a brow and pointed at your computer. "Isn't writing basically an art form!? So that makes you an artist as well!"
You could only deadpan at your twin. "Writing fanfiction is not something I typically boast about."
"But you display them publicly, like an art gallery! Hence, you are perfect for this!'
You stared at her and loudly slurped up your drink, then raised a brow at MC. "Ok, let's recap." You say, letting out a small sigh. "You got invited to this huge gallery thing, but you were also assigned to be security by the Hunter's Association for the very same gallery. So the person who gave you the invite said to not waste it and invite someone else, am I right?"
"Basically yeah."
"Ok. Next question before I decide to go or not. Why me-"
"Oh? If it isn't Miss Bodyguard~"
You pause when you hear a strinkingly familiar voice, then glance up when you see him.
Holy shit. He looked even hotter in reality.
"Rafayel?" MC blinks with confusion, placing the spoon she was about to put in her mouth back on her plate. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your art show?"
You freeze at her words. Art Show? Rafayel? His Art Show!?
You should have known! How many fucking artists did your sister know except for him!? Of course, the art show she was bugging you to attend was his own! How could you be so stupid!?
You flinch slightly as Rafayel lets out an amused laugh, waving his hand nochantly. "Thomas has everything under control. All I really have to do is just show up and smile a bit. How boring."
Alright, [Name], this was NOT the time for simping! Sure, the man you wasted so much time and energy on was right next to you. Sure, the man you actually spent money on was breathing the same air as you, but crush down those hopes and dreams of seducing him! You weren't MC, and that was fine.
When they get married, at least you can stuff yourself full on the seafood that no doubt will be there. Mhmmm, you couldn't wait!
"Oh, Rafayel. This is my twin [Name]!" MC's voice breaks through your mind, and you blink back into awareness, then shoot a panicked, wide-eyed look at your twin, which she easily ignores. "[Name], this is Rafayel, the person whose art gallery is putting on a show for his works."
You finally raise your head to look up at him again (when had you lowered your head?), and your breath stutters. Fuck him being a mermiad, he was a gosh darn Siren. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Rafayel." You give him a small smile, trying your hardest not to squeal with excitement as he gives you a smile back. "I've seen some of your artwork. It really is beautiful."
"Hmm. I know."
Brat.
"So, will you come?" MC demands, reaching over to tap your arm. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your forehead. Alright, what were the pros and cons of going to this art show? Pros! You get to see Rafayel's work in real life since the game wouldn't show you anything. Pros! There's bound to be good food there since the little fishie is so rich. Pros! Hot Man In Sight.
Cons: Hot Man In Sight. Cons: It might disturb plot. Cons: Even though you loved your twin, jealousy was an ugly thing.
. . . . Damm. The pros outweighed the cons. You let out a tired sigh and glare at your sister. "Fine. But! As soon as you're off the clock, I'm out."
"Yay! Thank you!"
Hours passed, and you found yourself in the art show. You take a bite of the shrimp you had snatched from the table and stare up at the painting before you. The beautiful blues of the ocean, the little pink and orange jellifishes, and a colorful school of fish swam around the huge white clam that had a beautiful pearl in the middle. You swallow your shrimp and tilt your head to the side, trying to imprint the painting in your mind.
"I saw those little fishies in a dream." A voice whispers next to you, making you almost choke on your shrimp. After you had finished dying, you turned your head to see Rafayel standing next to you, his gaze completely on the painting. "In my dream, a silly fish let his friends so he could try and get that pearl. But he failed in the end."
Hot man talking hot man talking hot man- "The fish sounds very brave." You inwardly panic as he turns his head to silently stare at you. "Even if he failed, at least he tried! Most people, or well, fishes in this case, would rather let their desires fester back to the bottom of the sea."
Wait a second. Was Rafayel talking about how he represented the fish and how MC was the pearl? Goodness gracious, you were about to scream. You clear your throat and quickly toss another shrimp in your mouth to try and calm your thoughts. "My sister is still busy."
"I knoow," he sighs out, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. "And this art show is so boring. So, tell me about yourself."
Huh? "What?"
He leans closer to you, a smile on his face that makes your heart beat faster, blood rushing in your veins. "Tell me more about yourself," he says again. "I want to know more about Miss Bodyguard's twin."
. . . . You know what? Fine. It wasn't like you were actively trying to romance him! You could be friends! "Sure! What would you like to know?"
"Everything and anything." he smiles wider.
Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Rafayel | 18+
Happy Birthday, Rafayel! I hope you have a wonderful day with MC
GANG IM SO LATE TO THIS BECAUSE OF MIDTERMS BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAFAYEL GOT HATE MAIL ON BIS FUCKING BIRTHDAY???? PARDON THE FUCK???
THIS FISH?? HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!
Rafayel even if the whole world is against you I want you to know that I would always stand by you. And I KNOW there are others out there who agree with me.
Happy Birthday my beloved fish.
MC Twin AU
Like most cliche fanfictions, especially one dealing with the concept of reincarnation, you are MC's identical twin sister.
Fortunately for you, you weren't one of the many test subjects. Unfortunately for you, being separated from your twin and dealing with the disaster made you remember that oh shit this was an Otome Game.
Still, you enjoyed your life in Linkon. Sure, you weren't the MC. Sure, you aren't ever going to be with the love interest you fell in love with. And sure, you weren't strong like MC is, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were alive.
The only negative thing about this whole situation was that you looked just like MC, and were always mistaken as her.
"Miss Bodyguard? No offense sir but I can barely take care of myself. I'm definitely not the woman you're looking for."
"Appointment? Why would I. . . . Oh for heavens sake you have the wrong person. I apologize but last time I checked and I did check my heart is completely fine."
"Sorry but the thought of fighting those wanderers is honestly horrifying. I'm not cut out to be a Hunter. Sorry but you've got the wrong person."
It was a good thing one love interest lived in N-109 Zone, and one lived in Skyhaven, otherwise you would have been even more stressed.
You've run into MC once before. It was him that actually introduced you two together, something about reconnecting with one another. You had looked at her, and she had looked at you. She was beautiful, and deep down a hint of envy threatened to rise from your beating heart, but you were quick to squash it down.
Because so what if you weren't her? That was fine. You were your own person, and that's all that mattered.
So you gave your twin a smile and a hug. You exchanged numbers and started to hang out. You learnt more about each other, like how she adored plushies and how you loved playing Kitty Cards.
She tried to invite you over to her grandma's and his house, but you were quick to decline, using work as an excuse. Once, you caught sight of a familiar crow watching her, and you turned your head away for your sanity, not wanting to deal with that.
So yes, you were the twin sister of the MC. It had it's ups and it had its downs. But as long as they were all happy, then you were happy.
Just a small little idea I had. I might write more actually but I hope this is good 😊
Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |
Part TWWOO of me yapping to the LADS men if I was in Linkon as myself and not MC
(if you cannot tell I'm trying to heal from alien stage)
Me: Ok so I know you said mpreg isn't possible for you but I gotta ask. If we do have kids, will I give birth to eggs?
Rafayel: Cutie what
Me: It's just a QUESTION DON'T JUDGE ME FISH BOY
Zayne: Lily. . . .what are you doing?
Me: *looks up from computer* Writing a fanfiction
Zayne: . . . . About Caleb and I?
Me: Look. I love you, and I know you love me, but Caleb is right there you cannot TELL ME you haven't thought about kissing him at least once.
Caleb: Pipsqueak why did you get an email about your 'Zayne x Caleb' fanfiction? You're writing a fanfiction about Zayne and I?? Together??
Me: . . . . Why do you have my email? Did I give you?
Caleb: I asked you first
Me: I asked you second
. . . .
Caleb: Am I at least the one on top?
Me: You switch
Me: Ok so. I have an idea babe
Xaiver: I'm listening?
Me: We order take out and watch Parents Trap. I'm too tired to cook.
Xaiver: Oh! I can cook for you -
Me: If you take one step towards my kitchen I will end you.
Me: . . . . Dragon eggs?
Sylus: No.
Me: Oh thank goodness. I mean if it was dragon eggs then sure, but like, pregnancy is scary enough with human babies imagine with eggs.
...I think I'm funny
Conversations I as myself, not the MC, would have with the LADS boys
Me : Since you're a mermaid thing, does that mean you can get pregnant?
Rafayel: . . . .
Me : Cause like, male seahorses deliver the babies no? And I know seahorses aren't mermaids but like, consider the possibility -
Rafayel: No we cannot get pregnant cutite.
Me: Damm. Wanna test that out though?
Me: I don't think I should play Kitty Cards with you Sylus.
Sylus: Oh? And why not?
Me: I tend to act irrationally when playing....just a few days ago I played with the twins and when they took some of my cards I started to punch them.
Sylus: So that's why they're hiding from you
Me: I apologize deeply.
Me: Caleb, you love me right?
Caleb: Of course I do
Me: And you'll do anything for me right?
Caleb: Anything you desire.
Me: *points at plushie* I want them all. Use your Evol now.
Me: Zayne, light of my life, only reason I wake up, the moon to my sun, I adore you, but it's Negative, and I repeat, Negative 21 degrees. I am not stepping outside.
Zayne: You're the one that wanted me to teach you how to ski/snowboard
Me: Yeah well I changed my mind. Let's read books together instead and cuddle.
Xaiver: . . . . What are you doing?
Me: Hiding my children from you.
Xaiver: Children?
Me: *holds up burnt pan* How, and I cannot express this enough, the fuck do you burn water!????
I fear I would annoy them so much but it's just my quirks
Chat am I weird for having different OC's for the LI? Like I obviously have my MC (her name is Elysia) and yeah shes who I always use, but I also have other ocs for the boys
For Zayne it's Serenity, (I'm actually working on a fanfic for them) and she's a cafe owner
For Xaiver it's Lin, and she's a middle school teacher.
For Rafayel it's Ariel (original name ik but SHHH) and she's an author (don't judge my babies hopes and dreams 🫵)
For Sylus it's Emily, and she's a simple office worker 🤷♀️ nothing special
For Caleb it's Billie, and she's a Deepspace Hunter as well but not like an on field hunter she low-key only got the job because the pay was good
But yeah gang am I weird for this ? 🧍♀️
I was rewatching the new trailer (like any sane person) and a thought popped up in my head and I would like to share 🧍♀️
Forget those boys making me whimper nah...nah I'm gonna make THEM WHIMPER AND CRY
Picture this. Whiny Xaiver and Rafayel. Overstimulated Zayne and Caleb and I KNOW LIKE I KNOW SYLUS WOULD TAKE ME LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BOY
. . . I am completely normal and these are normal thoughts
I love my boys, I love Xaiver Zayne Rafayel Sylus Caleb I love them sm
But I know for a FACT that if I ever wound up in Linkon, not as the MC, but as my own self, dating then would be impossible and that makes me SOBBB
LIke, like take Caleb for example. If in some circumstance the two of us end up as friends or he even shows romantic interest in me and does his whole yandere thing, my dumbass would definitely believe him, but I would also say "Ok down boy 😒 or I'll call you an insult in a language you wouldn't understand like don't TEST me boy 🫵" My black ass won't take shit from him ✋
With Zayne, I imagine myself to be somewhat calmer, trying to match his pace, but as much as I actually enjoy his dry humor, I know for a fact I would look at him like this "😐. . . .Zayne my love never joke in public again."
Rafayel . . . . little fish boy. . . . He and I would banter a lot, but the issue is how far can I take it? How far will he take it? I would also call him fish boy to his face actually here are all the nicknames I would give him
1. Fish boy
2. Ariel
3. fishie
4. Dried up mammal
5. Zoo freak
6. Alien
7. Old ass (because he's like what 800)
Low-key Xaiver and I will be chill. I can't think of anything 🤷♀️ I have yelled at him in Kitty Cards, but I'm competitive so it's not my fault.
SPEAKING OF KITTY CARDS! SYLUS. He's a prime victim of me going off when we play cards together imagine if we met in real life🧍♀️like I don't play with Uno, I don't play with Kitty Cards. If this man wins Mafia head or not we're gonna have a fight
So yeah....I fear they wouldn't be able to match my freak 😞
I want you all to hear me out, a "we listen and we don't judge ✋" if you will.
To my LaDs girlies/bros/gender neutral peeps, consider this, why choose one boy when you can have them all 😌
WILL WORK FOR COMMISSIONS
Hi everyone I don’t have much following on here. But I’m willing to write fanfiction for any of these fandoms.
-Star Wars
-Jujutsu Kaisen
-Love and DeepSpace
-Kingdom Hearts
Please help while I’m trying to pay off medical debt. Willing to work to earn money.
-nsfw work
-pics
-chatting
Zayne is so caring help I love him
Artist Turned Muse
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) Category: F/M Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Main Character/Qi Yu | Rafayel; Qi Yu | Rafayel/You Tags: One Shot, Crack Fic, Mild Hurt/Comfort, POV Third Person, POV Rafayel, POV Second Person, Light Angst
Summary: Rafayel knows you're lying to him but he doesn't know what the reason behind it is. So the best logical conclusion he comes to is that you are seeing someone else.
A/N: disclaimers: - english isn't my first language, so sorry for any potential mistakes - this is a crack fic written purely for funsies with a pinch of angst (cause it's Rafayel), don't take it too seriously - the fic begins with Rafayel's POV and then it changes to reader's POV
you can read the fic here or go to ao3 (hyperlink in the title)
Rafayel knows his girlfriend has been up to something as of late. He just couldn’t figure out what exactly it was.
At first, he ignored it. Well, no, he didn’t actually ignore it, more like he just pretended it didn’t bother him—a tactic he was very well-accustomed to.
How did he know something was off, you might ask. Well, first of all Rafayel knows his beloved, thank you very much, so it’s no surprise that the first thing to tip him off was her lying to him. He knows she couldn’t lie to save her life—unlike himself, of course.
So, naturally when he asked her what plans she had for the weekend and she pulled out a half-assed excuse about some kind of reading she needed to catch up to, he knew immediately it wasn’t actually the case. This girl is so bad at lying, Rafayel has no idea why she still even tries. The birthday preparations she tried to make in secret should’ve been proof enough to discourage her from ever trying to lie to him again.
Rafayel, guided by that logic, has tried jogging his memory to remember if there were any anniversaries or other special occasions worthy of celebration and came to the conclusion that there were none. That realization frustrated him to no end because that meant he had no clue what was actually happening with his girl.
Days, then weeks kept going in that same manner with her always making excuses and disappearing for several hours, not answering her phone and keeping her text messages short. He thought he did something wrong and she was just pissed at him but that also wasn’t the case because there were no indications of that apart from her disappearing all the time.
Then it finally hit him.
She must be seeing someone else. The betrayal he felt the moment that thought settled in his head was like no other. It was way worse than her forgetting him back when they first met because, here she is now clearly remembering him, being with him and yet still disappearing on him several times a week. Oh, this is unbearable.
What will he do if that’s truly the case? What can he do, really?
It’s not like Rafayel isn’t giving his all to this relationship. What more could she possibly want and why wouldn’t she simply ask it of him?
If we’re being completely honest, Rafayel is having a full-blown breakdown over this.
Like, if she wanted someone else to spice things up a bit, she could’ve just told him. Sure, Rafayel would’ve probably cried over it but at the end of the day he’d suck it up and do whatever she wanted hoping it was just a phase. If, on the other hand, it was the worst-case scenario and she fell in love with someone else…
Well, that’s not something Rafayel wants to consider. If push comes to shove, he’ll just improvise like he always does praying for the sea to have mercy on him.
He tries not to overthink all of this but it is getting more and more difficult with each passing day with each excuse and lie even though when she’s with him, she’s no different than she’s always been. She’s loving, teasing, and caring. She cuddles with him like she used to, makes sure he doesn’t starve to death while working on a new piece, and makes love with him like it’s their last day on Earth.
Rafayel loses sleep over the predicament he’s found himself in. And worst of all, he can’t even paint—he can’t put his emotions into art, the one thing he’s always praised himself for being good at. Every time he tries, he just stands there for a while with the paintbrush held mid-air, unable to make the first stroke. Then when he finally makes himself move, do something—anything—he is left with a bitter sense of disappointment.
It’s all just…not right. He truly feels like a fish out of water (pun intended).
Not only is she blatantly lying to him, she also hides stuff from him now. She never used to do that before and Rafayel is oh so ready to start ripping off his hair if she continues whatever it is she’s doing now. He’ll go bald at the ripe age of twenty-four. It’d be plastered all over all sorts of billboards too… “An artist gone bald: the downfall of the infamous Rafayel’s hairstyle” or something like that.
Okay, dramatics aside, it is weird. A few days ago, she was on her phone and he dropped onto the sofa right next to her. The moment his head touched her shoulder she locked her phone and put it aside. She thought she was being so nonchalant about it too, but Rafayel isn’t crazy, it wasn’t his imagination playing tricks on him. When he asked her what she was doing she said she was making a list of groceries. Rafayel obviously wasn’t dumb enough to buy that because she wasn’t even typing.
Maybe she was reading someone’s messages? was all Rafayel could think of that sleepless night.
There was that other time, a week ago, when he went to visit her unannounced just because he felt like it and was around the area (not really). He had to wait for her to open the door for two minutes! He knew she was home—the lights were on—but she still made him wait outside the door to her apartment. When she finally let him in, she said, “Oh, sorry, I was making a smoothie when the blender’s lid malfunctioned and the contents were all over my shirt, so I had to change into something else.”
Sounds valid but here’s the catch. When he went to the kitchen it was perfectly clean and the blender was full. It didn’t look like even a drop of its contents was spilled. Weird.
Also, she didn’t let him go anywhere near her bedroom. It’s not like they usually have a habit of hanging around there when her living room is way cozier and much more spacious. It was still weird…
Today is the day he puts an end to all of this. He can no longer live like this. If there’s something she doesn’t want him to know about so as not to hurt him, he needs to know what it is because staying in the dark hurts him even more. He’s starting to second-guess every single interaction they are having these days.
~~~
It wouldn’t be a lie to say that these past few weeks have been a lot: with all the wanderer fighting you had to combine with spending time with Rafayel as well as working on your secret project. Still, you’re proud of yourself for putting your mind to doing this. And it’s going pretty well if anyone asks you; you were expecting it to turn out way worse.
It’s been a while since the thought first came to your head. It happened when you were finally able to convince Rafayel to show you his true form: tail, scales, and all. He was absolutely mesmerizing, it felt as if you were witnessing the eighth wonder of the world. Quite frankly, you were stunned and unable to find words for a good minute. His tail was such a beautiful rich shade of blue and sparkling with droplets of water that it felt downright criminal he was keeping it a secret for so long. Still unable to voice anything coherent you ran your hand down the scales in wonder.
“Do you think I’m a monster now?” he asked when the silence stretched for too long, with a level of uncertainty that broke your heart.
A monster? You couldn’t believe your ears weren’t deceiving you.
“Rafayel, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” you said with no hesitation.
This silly man, you thought to yourself. He has no idea how truly amazing he is inside and out in any and all his forms.
You had to show him just how stunning and gorgeous he was. And just like that your mission under the code name “Artist Turned Muse” began.
Then came his drawing lessons…
You asked Rafayel to teach you because of an assignment for a work-related event that you totally didn’t make up. It was all a lie, of course. However, you soon found those lessons to be counterproductive and your teacher quite distracting. So, you had to find some other way to make it work.
A friend of yours who frequents all kinds of workshops has been recommending to you quite a few of them for a while now. When she started listing them all, one of them hit close to home.
“That’s it!” you exclaimed, then hummed to yourself. Paper mache was something you could work with; you were pretty good when it came to working with your hands. Though, it’s been a while since the last time you did anything of the sorts, so you were probably really rusty. That’s why you decided to go to that workshop your friend suggested.
Fast-forward four weeks later, you’re very close to finish and the mini merman Rafayel seems quite close to how the real one looked. You’ve spent quite some time on research, buying materials, and crafting and painting, of course. Additionally, you somehow managed to keep it all a secret from Rafayel, which, truth be told, was the most difficult part of this but you really wanted to make it a surprise.
One day he even showed up at your place uninvited; your hands and clothes were all covered in glue and you had to change and wash up as fast as you could. When he dramatically asked why it took you forever to let him in, you made up an excuse—the first thing that came to your mind—Rafayel seemed to believe it though, because no additional questions came.
Now you’re looking at your creation, it’s almost done, only some finishing touches left. You trace the prominent fleshed out scales of the tail with your fingers. It probably needs some glitter, though using the glue gun to make beads reminiscent of water droplets was a great idea. The goofy little smile you drew on mini Raf’s face makes you huff out a laugh.
That’s when you hear the door to your apartment open. Right away you jump off the chair you were sitting on. There are only two options here: either someone’s breaking in to rob you, or it’s Rafayel who has keys to your apartment, and at this moment you’re not sure which one is worse.
In case it’s really a robbery—which is highly unlikely given that it’s still daytime—you pick up your gun before stepping out of your bedroom. Seeing Rafayel with his hands crossed across his chest in the middle of your living room, you exhale closing the door behind you and putting your gun aside.
“Hello? What happened to knocking?” you try to lighten up the mood with a joke but Rafayel is still frowning for some reason.
Rafayel heaves a deep sigh and says, “I know you’ve been lying to me for weeks. And I know what you’ve been doing behind my back.”
Oh-oh. How did he even find out? That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is he’s upset, like, really, really upset. You weren’t expecting him to take it this badly, though.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t really mean to lie to you…” you say looking at your feet guiltily. Man, surprises are truly exhausting, you’ve spent so much time and effort to keep it a secret and now you’re being reprimanded like a kid for it.
“But you did. I hate it when you lie to me, I’d take a knife in the heart over a lie to my face any day,” Rafayel sounds serious, like never before.
He’s being a bit too dramatic considering the circumstances, in your opinion, however it is true that he’s very sensitive, so it hurts to hear him this vulnerable. “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back.”
Somehow, Rafayel looks even more hurt after those words leave your mouth. “So, you weren’t even considering the option of not doing it in the first place?” He looks like a puppy that’s been repeatedly kicked in the gut and you’re starting to regret every life choice that has led you to this point. This little project of yours was supposed to empower him and make him feel accepted and loved by you but he just looks like he’s witnessed the biggest betrayal of all.
“I—I didn’t think you’d be so against it, to be honest.” The guilt is swallowing you whole at this point; you just want to hide your head in the sand.
“Why—how could you think I wouldn’t be against such a thing? I mean, I probably could deal with it but at the very least you should’ve said something to me beforehand!” And he’s angry again, huffing and puffing. His cheeks are flushed and you’d say he looks cute if not for the hurt etched into every inch of his face.
“Can we at least talk about it honestly now?” he sounds resigned. “Can you tell me the whole thing from the start?”
“Okay,” you nod and finally get closer to him sitting on the sofa beside him, so that you’re face to face. “I first thought about doing this when you showed me your tail,” you start and hear Rafayel’s breath hitch. He looks teary-eyed—though not a single tear falls—and more vulnerable than ever. Oh God, you knew he was very self-conscious and insecure about his lemurian form, you should’ve never tried anything like making a replica of it. “I’m sorry, Rafayel, I should’ve asked you if you were comfortable with me doing anything like this, it was stupid.” Considering how much of a touchy subject Lemuria is for him and how for centuries humans have been using lemurians for all sorts of purposes.
“So, you decided to find someone else because I’m not human?”
What?
No, that’s not right.
“WHAT?” That’s more like it. You sound absolutely appalled at the idea. How—where did this even come from—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no, this is a disaster. A complete disaster.
“Rafayel, please tell me what exactly you thought I was lying to you about?”
He still looks distraught as he tries to say, “That you were…” inhale, pause, exhale, “seeing someone else?” his voice uncertain now.
Oh hell no.
“Of course, I wasn’t,” you say as you cup Rafayel’s cheeks. He looks into your eyes and your heart breaks all over again. This silly man thought you were cheating on him and still didn’t say a word until today? And he said he could “deal with it” if you warned him about it? Oh, you need to put an end to this right now.
You don’t even care that the figurine isn’t quite finished yet, you take Rafayel’s hand and lead him into your room. “Ta-da,” you jokingly half whisper, motioning your hand towards the mess that is your desk and workspace in general. The mini Rafayel proudly laying in the middle of it all.
“What’s this…” Rafayel looks around the room, probably still expecting another man to jump out of the closet.
“I was making a paper mache figurine of you, you silly man! There was no other man I was seeing,” you say reassuringly and then add a little sly remark, “Well, if you don’t count this little fishie as one.”
And finally, there’s a glimmer of life in Rafayel’s eyes. “So, you’re not having an affair?”
“Of course, I’m not,” you say one more time, squeezing his hand tighter.
“Thank goodness!” Rafayel exclaims, scoops you up and spins you around, a yelp of surprise escaping your mouth.
“How could you even think I’d be interested in anyone else when I have you?” Your head spins a bit and you can’t stop a little giggle from coming out because, honestly, this whole interaction and misunderstanding is ridiculous. “I don’t need nor do I want any other man when I already have the one I love,” is what you choose to say instead of mocking him. (Though you absolutely will tease him relentlessly and will never let him live this down)
“Yeah, I know…” he says, avoiding your gaze. But does he really?
“I love you, Rafayel.”
“I know,” he repeats.
“No, you don’t. I love you. I am in love with every version of you, in every way, shape, and form you come,” you say because he needs to hear this. “I love you yet I feel like that word can’t even come close to what I feel towards you. It’s so, so much bigger than what words could convey. Please don’t ever doubt that.” You peck his lips to emphasize your point.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” he says but he doesn’t look guilty, in fact, he finally looks like himself, grinning from ear to ear and pecking you in return.
“Don’t be,” you reply. “But…”
“But?” Rafayel lifts one of his brows up.
“Don’t you wanna say something in return?” you teasingly drawl the last word.
Rafayel smirks and clears his throat before saying, “Oh? What could that possibly be?”
“I don’t know, maybe something that would correspond with what I said to you earlier?” Your fingers creep up his arm to his shoulder and then flick his nose.
“Ooooh, you mean that,” he articulates exaggeratedly. “Yeah, sure, cutie. I love me, too.”
You playfully slap his arm and pinch it hard.
“Ouch! That hurt!” he exclaims but that doesn’t deter you. You keep pinching him, then start tickling him all over his body, as he falls onto your bed and wheezes. “Okay, fine, I yield!” A pause. “I love you, too.” He’s holding both your hands by the wrists, so you can’t keep tickling him. Then his breathy laughs stop, his eyes growing softer, more sincere. “I have loved you my whole life. And not just this one. I’ve loved you in every lifetime before this one and I will keep doing so in every following one.”
Now it’s your turn to hold your breath. Sometimes he just says the corniest, cheesiest, most romantic things in the world out of the blue and you’re just left there to pick up the million pieces it shatters you into.
You’re fiercely blushing, so you clear your throat and try to joke your way out of this. “Can you maybe pretend to forget about the mini fishie over there until I finish working on it?”
Rafayel laughs out loud and kisses your forehead. “No problem, cutie. Sorry I ruined your surprise,” he says. “But you should probably stop ever trying to lie again, you really suck at it.”
I mean, it's a 3 day boycott. :p It doesn't seem bad. Btw people are boycotting the game because infold is getting greedy. (Ex: separating the accessories, hairs, and outfits to make players spend more money on clothing items for the love interests.)
I'm a pretty casual love and deep space player. I don't spend money on the gacha system, I farm the in-game currency myself. But even I can tell this drop tier is diabolical.💀 Like, I'm excited for this event, the designs and story/concept appeal to me. But there is no way I'm pulling 285+ times just to get a card and in-game clothing.
The boycott starts February 10th.
(I got the event duration screenshot from the love and deepspace Instagram. But this is a three day boycott.)
Here's a couple of reddit thread(s) with more info about the boycott:
(I know, it's not considered the most reliable source. But I'm putting it here since the users on these threads explain the reason for the boycott better than me.)
Short Video Explaining the boycott:
Source:
Friendly reminder: Infold could afford a Miniso and Tom Ford collab. They're not a small indie dev team which relies on patreon donations to further their game development. They can obviously afford to pay their voice actors, devs, writers, etc.
Love and deepspace profits for reference:
https://www.pocketgamer.biz/love-and-deepspace-celebrates-first-anniversary-and-over-400m-after-record-breaking-month/#:~:text=Love%20and%20Deepspace%20proceeded%20to,anniversary%20on%20January%2018th%2C%202025.
rafayel doodles
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I’m sorry but this card is doing something (what the song says) to me 😩🤌🏻
Oh my Love
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Domestic shorts with the boys on Christmas Eve
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Sylus
The Onychinus leader rarely indulged in domesticity, but tonight was different. His usually sharp demeanor softened as he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, assisting you with a clumsy attempt at baking cookies.
“Sylus,” you teased, smirking as he managed to get flour on his face. “You’re supposed to mix it, not attack it.”
His amber eyes narrowed playfully. “If your instructions weren’t as vague as your bedtime stories, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
You chuckled, stepping closer to wipe the flour off his cheek. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “I’m not much for holidays,” he murmured, his voice low. “But if they’re with you…” His lips ghosted over yours, making your heart flutter.
Later, you sat in front of a modest tree, wrapped in his arms as the fire crackled. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on your skin, and for once, the galaxy’s troubles felt light-years away.
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Xavier
Xavier's refined taste transformed your living room into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights, elegant garlands, and the perfect tree stood as his handiwork. “It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring his work.
“It pales in comparison to you,” Xavier replied, his silver hair catching the soft glow of the lights. He handed you a mug of hot cocoa and guided you to the couch.
You spent the evening wrapped in his arms, his soothing voice reading a classic Christmas story as snow fell outside. Every word felt like a melody, his love evident in every glance he gave you.
When the story ended, he tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, his smile as soft as the snowfall.
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Rafayel
Rafayel’s laugh echoed through the cabin as you threw another snowball his way. “You think you can take me down?” he teased, dodging with ease.
“Maybe!” you shot back, managing to land a hit on his chest. He feigned hurt, clutching his heart dramatically before rushing toward you.
Before you could escape, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you in a circle. You squealed, laughing as he fell back into the snow with you in tow.
Lying beside each other, gazing at the stars, Rafayel brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You make even the coldest nights warm,” he murmured. His lips found yours, the kiss both playful and tender.
Later, back inside, you sipped mulled wine by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with him. The mischievous glint in his eyes softened into something deeper as he held you close.
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Zayne
Zayne was surprisingly skilled at decorating, meticulously placing ornaments on the tree. “You’re such a perfectionist,” you teased, watching as he adjusted a bow for the third time.
“Details matter,” he replied, smirking. “Besides, I want this to be perfect for you.”
Once the tree was finished, he dimmed the lights, letting the soft glow of the decorations take center stage. He pulled you to the couch, where a cozy blanket and a platter of your favorite snacks awaited.
You leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat as a holiday movie played in the background. “I never thought I’d enjoy something this... domestic,” he admitted, his voice soft.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”
He chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple. “Merry Christmas, my heart,” he said, pulling you closer. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his love.
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My Dad!Raf fic, as promised☺️
No Harm Done
cw// fem!reader(referred to as wife, mama, mother, etc), tooth rotting fluff, toy/bubble gun, some injury(soap in eyes and falling on soapy floor >:)), FLUFFFFF
wc; 1355 | proofread by the lovely @grievetheliving3311 | I'm calling the daughter Pearl bc I saw hc about Raf's first daughter being named Pearl and couldn't help myself☺️
A little girl really, absolutely, couldn't possibly do that much harm. Right? At least, that's what you assumed Rafayel must have been thinking when he gave your 5-year-old daughter a bubble gun.
You were simply sitting at the desk you had managed to cram into the bedroom, when you moved in with Rafayel. The desk was simple, wooden, not too tall, and not too short. Your laptop was propped comfortably in the rough middle of the desk, and there were various messy drawings, small paintings, and files scattered amongst the rest of your stationary. Your chair was soft, with a backrest that barely passed your head, and armrests at the perfect height. Not to mention how warm it was from the advancing dusk that infiltrated your pretty, white, curtains.
You weren't doing anything in particular, just scrolling on social media after a long day at work. You thought your husband was painting in his studio, letting your dear little gremlin run around and play. Yeah, you thought. Although, once you heard two sets of giggles, it became increasingly clear that you were wrong.
You decide to believe that Rafayel simply took a break to play with your daughter, and go back to what you were doing, when…
“Mama! Put yer hands where I can see ‘em!” The little girl bursts in with a huge grin on her face.
You can't help but smile as well, at the sight, until you see what she's holding.
It's hard to see in the dim, dusk lighting, but it looks somewhat like the weapon you use for work! Reasonably panicked, you quickly stand, and rush over to her.
“Sweetheart, where did you-” Relieved to suddenly find it isn't actually your gun, you wonder where she got a bubble gun from… Or rather, who.
“Baby, did Papa give you this?” You ask softly, tapping your index finger on the semi-hexagonal shape of bubble wands on the end of the ‘barrel’.
Pearl lets out an excited ‘mhm!’, and you can see where she previously lost one of her back teeth purely from how big she's smiling. It's kind of somber to see how fast your little girl is growing up, but, nevertheless, you have a culprit to catch.
You think for a moment…, how to scare your husband? Hmm… Aha!
“Do you wanna sneak up on Papa?” You propose, already preparing to let your little troublemaker climb onto your shoulders.
She beams, “Can we!?” Her eyes absolutely light up like the sea you swear is hidden in them.
You smile warmly, “We can,” You turn her around so you can pick her up and plop her on your shoulders.
Slowly, you stand up, a smirk playing on your lips. You secure the dear girl by gently holding her ankles, slowly creeping down the hallway. Quietly(though not quiet enough), you giggle, but Pearl playfully shushes you, and rests against the top of your head.
She holds the bubble gun so that your head acts as a stand for it. Your little shrimp giggles, gasping afterwards as if she'll shush herself.
Once you reach the end of the hallway, you hug the wall, scanning the living room-turned-art studio for your husband. You can hear the ticking of Rafayel’s analog clock, and the soft classical music he has playing.
Eventually, you find the chance to sneak up on him. Watching as he sits on a low stool to work on a smaller painting, you begin to creep forward with a big grin on your face. Slowly, once you might as well be breathing down his neck, you trail your right hand from your daughter's ankle and jolt! Rafayel’s shoulder with it.
“Hands up, Papa!” Your baby girl giggles.
Thinking nothing could happen, little Pearl pulls the trigger of her toy… just as her father yelps and turns around to face you…
“Oh! Raf, are you okay!?” You quickly, and gently, place the new culprit on the nearby couch.
You hurry back over to your husband, but…, you underestimate how slippery your daughter's earlier playtime has made the floor. You slip, clattering to your butt, right next to where Rafayel is wincing on his knees.
You can't hold back your laughter, but Pearl breaks first. She's giggling and writhing on the couch, while you and Rafayel begin to double over in laughter instead of pain. You're pretty sure the soap bubbles are making his eyes water, and despite the sting, and the soapy-salty tears on his cheeks, it's obvious his two guppies are his favorite people in the world. But you do have a mess or two to clean now…
Your daughter gasps loudly, “Mama! Papa! It got painted!”
The two of you look over in confusion, laughing when you see the tiny bit of paint that got on the toy. You look back at each other and your hand reaches out to brush some bubbles away from Rafayel's cheeks.
“Thank you, Treasure,” He smiles.
You had always liked the nickname. Though he wasn’t a pirate or anything, being the God of the Sea was close enough for you.
With a content sigh, you plant a chaste kiss to your husband’s lips, sneakily ruffling his perfect hair, “Let’s get all this cleaned up, yeah?”
You help Rafayel to his feet, moving to snatch your daughter up onto your hip. You guide Rafayel to the bathroom, letting him wash his eyes as you wander to the kitchen to take care of Pearl’s dilemma.
Kissing her forehead, you set the small girl down on the counter beside the sink. You start humming a soft tune, the one you always hum to help your mischievous guppies fall asleep. You turn on the faucet. She hands you the bubble gun, smiling giddily at the thought of it being cleaned.
You run the spot of paint under the warm water, figuring it'll get the paint off faster than cold water can. Pearl watches, mesmerized by the water whirlpooling in the drain as her father quietly approaches.
Much to your surprise, Rafayel gets his revenge. Sneaking up to hug you from behind, he lets the remaining water on his face drip down your nape. Out of surprise, you jump and end up letting go of the bubble gun. It hits the bottom of the sink, knocking the soap cartridge loose. You giggle obliviously, turning your head to receive another innocent kiss, as your beloved wipes away a few drops of water from your neck.
“Mama, look!” Pearl squeals, pointing at the sink.
And that's when you notice the sink is filling with bubbles, all thanks to the warm water and loose bubble cartridge. You let out a surprised yelp, quickly turning off the water.
“Oh…, Raf, ‘m sorry; lemme-”
“No, let me,” He interrupts, “You go lay down with Pearl.”
With a sigh, you wrap your husband in a grateful hug. Lifting your daughter into your arms, with a small ‘c’mon, sweet-pea', you wander back down to her bedroom.
After putting her into her favorite mermaid pajamas, you shuffle off to yours and Rafayel's bedroom. You lay down with her, humming as the two of you cuddle up under the huge blanket.
Without much effort, you both drift off as quickly as all this fun unfolded. Like a typical little kid, Pearl snores softly in your hold, safe in her mother's embrace. Rafayel’s pillow is soft beneath your cheek, justifying your habit of stealing his half of the bed.
Soon he comes back, figuring he could watch a movie with his wife and daughter, only to find you both out cold… on his pillow.
He sighs, shaking his head with a soft smile. He climbs into bed to face you, one arm sliding under you to rest your head on his toned-yet-cushy bicep. Rafayel wraps his other arm over your waist, trapping Pearl between your chests, rubbing your back while your mini-me curls up against her parents’ chests like a baby shrimp.
With the messes cleaned, and a happy sleeping family, the night goes off without a hitch; your dreams intertwining and your smiles softer than the pillows beneath you.
© a-yciecat
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The Rafayel fic is done! I'll be posting it this afternoon, sorry for the long wait everyone!💜💜💜
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I have this one friend who absolutely loves Rafayel. Would you guys like it if I wrote a fluff fic about girl dad!Rafayel's and your daughter where he gave her a bubble gun and all chaos ensued?
I've tried more than 30 pulls and couldn't get his birthday card, and I couldn't get the rerun too, and now the cake doesn't save, and I get this:
The only thing that made me feel better is because the letter saved and Rafayel said this in the story:
I'm disappointed, I really like him, Zayne (my main) and Rafayel are my favorite ones because of the lore (I love all of them, even Caleb but he scares me a little ngl😭), and I really wanted something cute to decorate his desk, at least they could've gave me the letter...
my last try was this simple one
and I tried to save, but it doesn't work! I've tried seven times already, but still 20/20, I'm really upset
Made a pretty and cute cake to Rafayel, but the game isn't saving, I've tried everything, but it's not saving...
I'm really upset to play the last chapter with a blank cake because I spent some time decorating it
Sad ending or happy ending, guys? This is for Rafayel's fic
saw just now that my post about Rafayel's fic was sent twice 😅 sorry!
I'm thinking about my next story about Rafayel that will be a fanfic with like... 15 chapters or more 🤭
Wait for "The Awakening of Lemuria"
Thinking about my next story about Rafayel that will be a fanfic with like... 15 chapters 🤭
Wait for "The Awakening of Lemuria"