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NO HANDS, BEND IT OVER!
characters: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus
sum: how would the lads boys react if you sent them a booty pic? let's find out
warnings: mentions of ass slapping, explicit words, mentions of sÄx, booty shorts
wc: not needed!
XAVIER: sweet but sexy
ZAYNE: blunt and bruised
RAFAYEL: glad & graceful
SYLUS: lust and luxury
© aly4khq, do not plagarize, translate, or copy my work.
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Who Are You?
Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: nsfw, mdni, smut, some fluff and humor if you squint, kitchen sex, nipple play, p in v sex, creampie, pouty Rafayel Word Count: 2526 âWho are you?â Oh god, not this game again. Rafayel was pouting because of some unknown transgression you had committed against him, and he demanded restitution for your offense. A sinfully, delightful repayment. One you were only happy to oblige. ao3 link here.
âWho are you?â
Oh god, not this game again. You glanced at Rafayel, clocking his over exaggerated pout. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was staring you down like you were an absolute god damn stranger in his kitchen. You could feel your blood pressure rising. As much as you loved this man in front of you, it was no secret he could also very much be a child. A fact Thomas would only be too happy to confirm.
âHow did you get into my house?â
A frustrating, annoying child.
âRafayel, will you pleaseââÂ
âI donât listen to people I donât know.â
You groaned. âWill you please stop acting like a five year old andââ
âLalala, I canât hear you.â Rafayel plugged his ears with his fingers and sang obnoxiously at the top of his lungs.
You let out a slow, agitated sigh. The last time he played this game, it had taken an hour of coaxing and a bribery of kisses to get him to stop, all because you had forgotten to send him a âgood morningâ text that day.
âOh my god, what have I done now?â
Rafayel stopped. He stared at you with those gorgeous blue and pink eyes of his as if you were an absolute dunce for not knowing the transgression you committed against him. âYou really donât know?â
âNo!â
Rafayelâs eyes deeply bore into yours, and after a long pause, he asked, âWho are you again?â
Ugh. This⊠This bitch! A deep, aggravated growl exploded from your throat. Sometimes⊠sometimes you really wanted to slap him silly. He was driving you absolutely fucking insane! Why couldnât he just tell you what was upsetting him?
âRafayel, I swear to god Iâm going to kill you if you donât tell me what Iâve done to upset you.â
âHow the fuck do you not know?â Rafayel petulantly asked. âItâs so obvious.â
âClearly itâs not because I donât know!â You fought off the urge to shout a string of expletives. If you could read his mind, you would in a heartbeat, but unfortunately, because you were only human, you needed him to tell you in words why he was so upset.
Rafayel crossed his arms again, his pout deepening on his face to the point you wondered just how much farther his bottom lip could jut out. He scowled at you from across the kitchen island. A stalemate, one where the first to break would lose.
You played his game back, crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow. Your steely eyes drilled into his, daring him to continue.
The clock on the wall ticked away.
TickâŠÂ
TickâŠÂ
TickâŠ
You raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of you as if to ask, âWell, you going to tell me or not?â
TickâŠ
Rafayelâs eye twitched.
TickâŠ
He scrunched his nose into that childish expression you adored â most of the time.
Tick.
âYou didnât come see me last night!â
There it was. Victory. You suppressed the urge to smirk in celebration.
âI see,â you drawled.
Rafayelâs pout grew deeper, his bottom lip indeed jutting out even further than you thought possible. A furious blush spread across his cheeks and up his ears, a consequence of breaking his composure. âI demand restitution for your offense.â
You slunk towards him, keeping your brows furrowed in mock concern. âWhat did you have in mind?â
Rafayel opened his mouth and closed it, his pouty lips puckering as he deliberated on what would be the most appropriate form of repayment. Approaching him, you placed your palms on his chest, slowly sliding them up until they were locked around his neck.
âWhat can I do to make it better?â you purred into his ear, now a dark beet red from how flush your body was with his. âHm?â
Rafayel faltered, especially as you nibbled on his earlobe. You could feel him tense each time your teeth lightly pulled on the soft flesh of his ear, his resolve chipping with each caress of your tongue.
âFuck, cutie.â Rafayelâs ragged breaths tickled your neck. His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, his fingernails digging into the skin underneath.
âIs this restitution enough for you?â You tongued Rafayelâs neck where you could feel his heart beating rapidly, grazing your teeth right above his artery.Â
âNo,â he forcefully groaned, a shudder running through him when you suddenly nipped him. Rafayel ground his hip against you, his arousal demanding stimulation.
âNo? How about if I do this?â You trailed your hands down his back to his ass grabbing both cheeks and jerking his hips into you.
âNoâŠâ
You slowly undulated your pelvis against his painfully hard erection eliciting choked groans from the stupefied man. Grinning wickedly, you sensually pressed your lips to his, biting his bottom lip and then caressing it with your tongue, all while your hips moved against his arousal. Rafayel shivered, his breath catching in his throat, delicious little breathy moans spilling from his lips.
âIs this enough for you?â
A guttural choked groan escaped Rafayel when you slipped your hand into his pants, stroking his twitching member. A dark heat smoldered in his hazy eyes. He looked alluringly erotic.
âStopâ stop teasinâ me,â Rafayel husked, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His hands roamed up and down your back, fingernails burrowing in your flesh with every squeeze you gave his shaft. âHahâŠâ
The hot puffs of air from his breaths wisping on your neck sent tingles tickling down your spine. Your own arousal began to pool, a needy throbbing growing between your legs. Closing your eyes, you subconsciously rubbed your pelvis against his trying to find some relief from the swelling tension.
âIâm not teasing,â you fired back, âIâm making up for my⊠my transgression.â
Rafayel whined when you removed your hand from inside his pants, but quickly realized you stopped to unbutton them instead. âWant more⊠more than this.âÂ
He wasted no time kicking off both his pants and his underwear discarding them haphazardly off to the side. Your eyes darkened at the sight of him standing at attention, swollen to the point of bursting. You licked your lips. His tip glistened with his obvious desire.
Rafayel roughly spun you around against the island, bunching your skirt up around your waist and yanking down your damp underwear.
âRafayel,â you squeaked in surprise. âWe cook here.â
Rafayel ran his length through your folds, coating himself with your slick. âDonât care. Sâmy repayment,â he mumbled, lining himself up with your entrance. In one swift go, he plunged in, sinking in until he was fully buried.
You let out a sharp gasp, a flash of white overtaking your vision. You were practically dripping, but it didnât matter how ready you were for him, he somehow always managed to stretch you out to the point you felt as if youâd split in two.
Rafayel gripped the sides of your hips, hissing at how readily you sucked him in. âFuck, cutie, you feel so⊠so good,â he choked, his greedy hands kneading your breasts, fingers pinching with no regard as to whether he caused you any pain.
Each hard pinch sent a spark shooting through you, the pain only adding to the pleasure blooming within your lower abdomen. You snapped your head back, gasping at a particularly rough pinch.
Rafayel lowered his mouth to your neck, sucking hard, no doubt leaving a dark bruise. His mark.
âRaf, not where people can see,â you weakly objected.
He thrust into you slowly, taking his time to pull out and sink in his entire length. âBut thenâ âhe swirled his tongue against the darkening bruiseâ âhowâre peopleâ âhe moved up higher on your neckâ âgoing to knowâ âhe sucked down hard againâ âyâwere a naughty girl?â
He bit down and pinched your nipple simultaneously, and you keened, the combination of pain and pleasure Rafayel provided you too much. You trembled in his hands, so hard you had to brace yourself against the counter if only to prevent your shaking legs from crumpling beneath you.
âHow else am I going to hear youâ âhe snapped his hipsâ âmake that lewd sound?â
You moaned. Rafayel entered you so deeply, you swore you could feel the tip of his cock in your throat.
âBesides, sâmy repayment, right? Can do⊠can do whatever I want.â Rafayel rolled against you in a slow, steady pace, and his bulbous tip dragged sinfully along your walls, teasing that sensitive patch of gummy flesh that left you writhing in his hands.
âRaf, harder,â you whined, pushing your hips back, desperate to hear the slap of your skin hitting his.Â
âFuck,â Rafayel rasped under his breath.
He pulled out, and before you could even begin to process how empty you felt without his presence inside you, he whirled you around and grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you onto the kitchen island. He moved so quickly you didnât have time to yelp or note how cold the granite felt on your ass.
Rafayelâs lips came crashing down on yours. His tongue flicked your bottom lip. Your head spun trying to keep up. You parted your mouth, allowing him to dart in and twine your tongues while your heavy breaths mingled together. You curled your fingers into his hair, raking your fingernails against his scalp.
âYâdrive me⊠crazy,â he breathed.
âShould⊠be saying⊠the same thing⊠about⊠you,â you quipped in between kisses.
You tugged on the hem of his shirt. You wanted to feel him, all of him, against you. Breaking away, Rafayel ripped the damn thing off of him and tossed it somewhere you couldnât see because he immediately attacked your own right after, pulling your shirt over head and capturing your nipple between his teeth.
You arched your back, tugging his hair a little harder than you intended. You heard him mutter something you couldnât quite catch under his breath, too absorbed in the delectable way his mouth ravaged your inflamed peaks.Â
âRaf, would you just⊠just fuck me already,â you demanded, the unbearable ache between your legs now too agonizing to ignore.Â
Your plea seemed to light a fire within Rafayel, and he gripped you firmly by your thighs, hauling you towards him until your ass hung precariously off the edge of the counter. Holding you in place, he dove in, and without waiting, he bucked his hips. You gasped. Your arms instinctively rose to his shoulders in a futile attempt to brace yourself from his assault.
Your cunt sang, avariciously clenching around his shaft with no intention of letting go. Unlike the slow, methodical thrusts from before, Rafayel pounded into you without abandon in a dizzying speed.Â
He was bullying your cervix, but it wasnât enough. You wanted more.Â
You hooked your legs around him driving him in as deep as he could go. âDeeper, Raf,â you pleaded, catching his eyes. âNeed you⊠need you deeper.â
Rafayel gazed into your eyes, and then abruptly rammed your hips.
âFuck!â you screamed, reeling from the sudden sting of pressure radiating through your lower stomach.
âThat deep enough⊠for you?â he growled.
Stars dotted your vision, and all you could do was mewl as you clutched his shoulders with all the strength you had left in your fingers. You heard Rafayel snicker, but his moment of triumph was short-lived when your legs locked around him even tighter.
Shit, cutie,â he rasped.
Your clit brushed the jut of his pelvis every time Rafayel even shifted. Your head flopped back, your eyes closed. âFeels⊠fuck⊠feels so⊠good,â you whimpered.
Your bodies rocked together. The coil within you grew taut, a bundle of energy ready to burst and fling free with the slightest provocation.
âRafâŠâ you whispered hoarsely.
âShit, cutie, Iâmââ Rafayel took in a deep, shuddering breath. âIâmââ
His body tensed, and then he spilled into you, jerking with every spurt of his hot cum. You enveloped his head in your arms, stroking the back of his head as he helplessly clung to you.
âI love you⊠so⊠so much⊠so⊠fuck, cutie⊠donât even⊠know,â Rafayel babbled, his voice a strangled, hopeless mess.
His sweet, earnest cries set your heart aflame, the tipping point for your own release, and the coil within you snapped. You felt yourself clamp down around his pulsating length, and your body roiled with ecstasy, shattering into a million pieces.
âGod, RafâŠâ
Your body was on fire. Your blood roared in your ears, and you captured his lips with your own, falling deeper into your shared intoxication. The two of you shared kiss after dizzying kiss, riding out the blissed-out haze of your releases together.
You planted one last kiss on his swollen lips before pulling back. âSo, was that enough of a repayment for you?â
Rafayel nodded blankly, and you tittered at the blank glaze in his eyes.Â
âGood.â You brushed your lips on the tip of his nose. âNext time, can you please just tell me why youâre upset instead of being difficult about it?â
You watched as clarity returned to Rafayel and he wrinkled his nose.
âBaby, Iâve waited 800 years for you. The least you can do is let me pout about petty things.â
You rolled your eyes. âWeâre still holding that over my head, are we?â
âYep,â Rafayel drawled, smirking at you. âFor as looooooong as I waited for you.â He exaggerated the âoâ in the word âlongâ as if to make his point.
You sighed and shook your head, but a smile danced on your lips. âFine,â you conceded. âIf it means I get a good dicking like this in the process, I guess it canât be helped.â
You cackled with glee as Rafayel sputtered, another blush coloring his cheeks. You held his burning cheeks in your hands and tenderly pressed your lips to his.
âI love you,â you murmured, peering into his eyes. âEven when youâre being a child.â
This time, it was Rafayel who rolled his eyes, but he pounced, bombarding your face with wet kisses.
âRafayel, stop,â you squealed and made a fruitless effort to push him away.
âNo,â he protested. âI waited 800 years for you. Least you can do is let me love you as much as I want.â
You melted, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him with your full body, a wicked thought occurring to you. âYou know,â you whispered suggestively into his ear. âWe still havenât christened the grand piano sitting in your living room.â
You snickered when Rafayel choked, but yelped when he swept you into a princess carry.Â
âShould probably fix that, shouldnât we?â He devilishly grinned and strode out of the kitchen with you kicking delightfully in his arms.
âRaf, put me down,â you cried as you swatted at his shoulder.
âNo, weâre going to go christen the piano.â
You rolled your eyes again, but you hummed, snuggling into his hold. As much as Rafayel drove you insane, you couldnât stay mad at him, not when he warmed your heart just as much.Â
Maybe the childish nature of your boyfriend wasnât so bad after all.
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why did this genuinely make my heart ache oh my god <333
"what do you think our wedding will be like?" she asks, and rafayel feels his heart still immediately. he gives it a second, letting the two sides of his heart battle it out.
a part of him feels giddy - she wants to be his bride again. it will happen again, because they are fated mates! all of the worrying was for nothing because look! she wants to get married, bonded to him again. sure, the "sanctity" of marriage amongst humans on this earth is laughable and ludicrous compared to the solemn oath he literally has embedded to his chest... but he'll take it nonetheless. he'll take anything she has to offer, honestly.
albeit the other part of him wants to sulk and throw a tantrum. because this question is simply yet another reminder of what was left to be forgotten. the fact that she was already his bride, but the fact to be so horridly and devastatingly taken away from him. ripped away from his clutching fingers. sea of god he may be, but the strength of fate has no competition. what a painful reminder that question is, to be reminded, oh yeah you were my bride... until?..
rafayel doesn't realise that dancing around the two emotions has taken some time. purple eyes swirling with mixed emotions as his lips are pursed to the side in silence. this reaction causes her to shift nervously, afraid that she's made him uncomfortable with the question.
she clears her throat soon after, sitting up after spending hours on the couch with him, slouching against the backrest as his purple hair splays out against her chest. the movement shakes him out of his trance, a brief moment of confusion (and a dramatic look of "how could you!â) plastered on his face as he turns around, sitting up for the first time in 2 hours as well. he faces his blushing partner who is clearly flustered at his lack of response.
"um.. i mean - i'm not saying we will definitely get married or like whatever, it was just a question. i don't even know if you wanna marry me. again, it was just a question, you don't have to answer it if you-"
he gasps dramatically, brows furrowed deeply as he scoots away from her in bewilderment. "did you say you don't even know if i want to marry you?" he scoffs, standing up and begins to pace around the room. "is my devotion and quite frankly obvious and constant yearning for you not enough? for you to even question that?"
"rafayel, i-" "maybe the hunter's association should put you on bed rest if your brain's not functioning properly. oh perhaps, it's not the brain, it's your heart and its inability to feel the love i have for you. is that right, hm?"
"rafayel," she repeats louder this time, sighing. "that was not what i meant - i just. you went completely silent on me when i asked the question, so i thought you felt uncomfortable with the topic of marriage." shrugging, the red on her cheeks deepens as a replay of the scene comes to mind. she shrivels into herself, crossing her legs as she begins to play with the loose threads of her sweater. "and i know weâve never talked about it either, so i shouldn't have just sprung it on you like that."
his face softens immediately, guilt pricking his chest as he watches the vulnerability she was expressing. while she wasn't exactly wrong - the topic of marriage does make him uncomfortable. as much as he wants her to be his bride, itâll undoubtedly open new doors for pain all over again. but as uncomfortable it is, rafayel knows that she is someone he'd carve his own heart out for (well....).
"you have nothing to apologise for." he tells her gently, the tone contrasting the loud rant he performed earlier, and he's back on the couch, crawling onto the space next to her. his fingers are careful, he reminds himself he's holding onto his reason of being, his kyrptonite, the atoms of sunlight itself. he feels his stomach flip, and the soft warmth that begins to exude from the side of his chest tells him that if she peeked underneath his shirt, she'd bear witness to the physical embodiment of his sacred vow. "it threw me off guard, yes. but only because i've been keeping it myself for far too long, cutie." he smiles, still ever so gentle as his thumb caresses the smooth of her cheek.
"iâve known that i have wanted to marry you for years now," and while she'll take that as a mere dramatisation (rafayel being rafayel), he means that as literally as it gets. only he knows about the pain, humiliation and fear that comes with the wait and for a moment, he's grateful that she doesn't know. he doesn't want her to be burdened with such hardship-filled emotions, so he'll carry it for the both of them.
"you won't be in white - maybe a light shade of blue. i'll obviously wear the best suit ever to be worn. we'll have a ceremony by the beach," he's speaking straight from the vision he's replayed in his mind countless of times, the smile on his face unconsciously growing as he mindlessly twirls a piece of her hair. "you'll have your hair down, and it'll probably get caught in the sea breeze - but it just makes sense to me."
"and," he pauses for a moment, hesitating before he continues. "we'll say our vows twice. one for everyone to bear witness to, and one just for you and me." a vow so sacred and intimate, rafayel refuses to share with the world. he refuses to taint it even a little bit, it should simply be meant only for his lover and him, and his pure everlasting love for her.
"oh." he has rendered her speechless, and now it's rafayel's turn to be nervous, fearing he has made her uncomfortable. hiding the embarrassment behind a scoff, he pulls away with a pout. "y-you were the one who brought it up first!" immediately, she shakes her head and pulls him back into her chest and rafayel doesn't fight his body when it relaxes immediately. "i was just a little surprised, raf - in a good way. didn't think you would've had all these little details in mind already." her voice mirrors his previously gentle one, and rafayel feels his eyes flutter shut, coaxed by her fingers running through his hair.
she hesitates, but braves herself to say it. time and again, once peeling off his layers, she's beared witness to his endless courage so why not walk in his footsteps? "i do hope we get married." her voice is quieter, but it speaks volumes to him. he feels a lump form in his throat at the emotions that begin to overflow within him. he reaches out to catch onto her hand that's combing through his hair and brings it to his chest in attempts to quell the tears that threaten to form behind his closed lids.
shakily, his lips whisper against her knuckles, "in my mind, we already are."
in his world, they already were. how lucky was he to get married to her, again and again, and again.
god, he'd do it a million times over.
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two self-grooming meows and two proud kitties
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bf rafayel board
a/n: been a heavy rafayel girl lately ugh his fragrance dream card pulling me
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thinking about beach times with rafayel with a lover who loves the sea just as much as him.
rafayel who observes his beloved as they stroll through the sea shore as you pick up ocean trinkets â shells, sea glass, little washed up corals and colourful rocks. every found treasure is put into a little net bag for you to show off to him later, reminding him of lemurian kids who would proudly display to their parents their lucky finds of treasures from nearby shipwrecks.
rafayel who finds your enthusiasm of the sea endearing, amused by the way your eyes light up whenever he invites you over to celebrate a sea creature's birthday, because that would mean that you both would be underwater for it. your eyes would sparkle with wonder as it sweep over the aquatic world, fascinated by the vivid colours of corals and fishes nearby.
rafayel who would paint you views of sunsets in places he's been to where he thinks the colours look the most vibrant and the sky soothing. he recalls of a time when you looked out on his window, admiring the intermingling colours of the sky as the salty breeze sweeps over ever so slightly, the temperature dropping as the evening nears. he watches your face as the sun sets down, and whenever he's alone in the studio and the sky dances in different hues, he's reminded of the look of quiet appreciation on your face.
rafayel who's darling loves the water as much as he does, toes always dipping in the cold water of the shores as the waves lap up on your feet. the way you seem to be a natural in it, unafraid of swimming into the bottom with him and even venturing out too far whenever you get too enraptured with sight-seeing by the reef. you're lucky he knows his way around the undersea, and he's lucky that you're not a great swimmer as much as he is in case you decide to wander off again to who-knows-where.
rafayel who always fulfils your request to him singing ballads in lemurian, weaving into the air sweet melodies of his people as you both sway to the rhythm of the hammock he set up outside, knowing how much you love settling there. his heart soars when you ask him to teach you how to sing in his tongue, eager to know and understand his culture better.
rafayel who loves the healthy glow of your sun-kissed skin whenever you take beach strolls with him or play out in the water for too long. he loves the tan lines left behind, tracing over them gently and kissing them.
rafayel who loves the sight of your beach-themed room. collections of shells made use as decor, corals and rocks framed on your wall along with various starfishes scattered... even those handcrafted jellyfish lights and paper mached manta rays you stuck on your ceiling. and the next time he comes around, you and him paint an underwater mural with the sea creatures you like.
rafayel who adores your scent after a long day at the beach. the sea's saline scent clings to you paired with your own natural scent, making his nerves light on fire at the combination that he can't help but kiss you and give himself a small taste. you smell wonderfully like home.
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Did you guys know that there's a breed of goats that collapse when they feel overwhelmed or shocked?
Yep, that would be me if I ever woke up in Rafayel's bed one day:
Actual footage of me fainting while trying to jump out of his bed.
Let me set the scene for you .... Your favorite LAD LI is now self-aware and head over heels in love with you. You went to bed alone here in reality and you woke up in his bed in the game.
How you think you'd react
vs.
How you would actually react
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A follower? Or just a lowly sacrifice?
#i miss him#lads#lads rafayel#love and deepspace#rafayel#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#so you admit mc is a sacrifice
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I had the head cannon that Rafayel and Xavier would be besties but now I'm thinking that when they first meet, they have a bit of a rocky relationship and Xavier just turns to mc and goes "I'm gonna cook the fish" and we all know how disastrous that would be.
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From their official Instagram
Now I want to make my own scrapbook versions of them đ
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INCIDENTS, INCIDENTS...
characters: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus
summary: you are a idol who is known worldwide for your amazing talent and dedication, you loved your group and your career, but at one performance you stumble into a problem when you have an accident on stage.
warnings: described injuries, mention of an 0verdosage in medication, fainting, weird fans, mentions of death (not mc), falling like a silly, 1 pinch (sylus)
wc: written on the separate info!
XAVIER : a hunter's instinct
wc, 1.1K â boyfriend!xavier, falling, injuries, xavier fighting for your right after
xavier was your biggest fan, whenever he would find that any of your merch was on stock again, they'd be sold out because of him in less than an hour. he was always wishing you a good performance, making that you ate well and sleep well the day you were performing.
he was always there, in the front row cheering you on and just admiring how beautiful you looked on stage with the mic in your hand and the lights shining of your face. meanwhile, the fans around him are screaming and yelling, the absolute opposite of him.
now; when you were rehearsing on the stage, you realised that your spot on the rising platform was very loose and unstable. the platform would rather get jambed in the middle, start to drop at random points or sway dramatically which affected your beginning of your dance. it felt like it was missing a few nails, so you reported it. yet you were only given back a, "you'll be alright, it's probably getting used to being stepped on."
you dealt with it, and managed to figure out a way to manoeuvre it so you could rise from under onto the stage above without swaying or falling. but every day it got more worse until i was way too late to get it permantely fixed.
the day had come and fans with their sighs, inspired outfits and light sticks had arrived at the big stadium where your group was performing. xavier was absolutely there first, making sure to give you a few reassuring texts once he got in.
â§: Are U Ready
â§: I can't wait 2 see U on the stage
â§: Drink water and be safe, see U
as soon as the introduction ended, the platform's rose and you began to sing the intro to the first song of the night. many fans sang along whenever you'd turn the mic to them.
as much as xavier loved your amazing skills in dancing, his eyes were focused on that platform your life was apparently in the hands of. it was wobbling like crazy and the side of it was dropping down like there was nothing supporting it anymore. xavier tried to alert you, pointing at the platform whenever you made eye contact but you just had to shrug it off.
whilst another member was singing her part, a member on your right whispered to you, trying to talk to you about it. "walk around it." they said, step over it or all of us stop in front of the platforms." but despite the talking, you couldn't alert the others in time until you had to continue performing.
you and your members walked back due to the steps in your choreography, making your way to the other side of the platform to dance to the other side of the audience on your right and left. everyone was clapping along a s you all strutted down the stage to your places with the mic by your ear.
as soon as your foot met that platform, you heard a clack! and you were going down. the platform snapped, drooling you down to the place where you originated from with a thud. you let out a pained scream from the impact of your body on the harsh material of the platform's floor and it's mechanics.
"ahh!" you took a deep breath before closing your eyes to endure the pain that shot through your body. the metal rods that connected to the top of the platform dug into your skin and scratched the surrounding areas.
your members ran to your platform, trying to each for your arms as you laid there in pain, many backstage crew coming onto the stage. the fans all gasped and stopped cheering after you fell, all of them quietly asking each other what even happened.
but xavier..that man was already there. you opened your eyes again after closing them due to the pain and he was there in the slightly tight space, holding you in his arms before teleporting back up to the stage where the medics were currently heading. the crowd nearly instantly erupting into more gasps and slightly yells, asking if you were okay.
"hey..." xavier pants, "it's me, just breatheâ" you began to hiss at the feeling of your body aching, reminding your brain that you were injured. your body tensed weirdly as you held onto xavier's hand. "âhey hey hey, relax, you're okay...you're okay..."
"ow..." you whined as medics surrounded you, opening their large briefcases filled with medical equipment and started to examine you.
the bruises lingered on your poor body; staining your side, hip and inner thigh with a reddish colour which was soon to turn into a deep bruise. the sharp metal parts cut into the skin behind your thigh, small pea sized blood escaping the small scratch.
meanwhile, the directors came out, telling the other members to say their ending speech now whilst you were taken backstage. many fans were upset, leaving out of the door that were assisted by the bodyguards. the whole performance was being rescheduled for another time.
"baby," xavier gently caressed your cheek, turning you face to him as the medics cleaned the cut and bandages up other wounds. "are you sure you don't want to report this?"
with a tired shake of your head, you murmured, "i reported it already, it was just ignored again." he didn't like that at all, gently holding your hand in his whilst he thought about all that happened. "i couldn't even breath for a second when you screamed, fear like that...? it could be deadly."
"i'm sorry xavier," he quickly cut you off with a kiss on your forehead. "don't be sorry, it's alright, it's the people who are in charge who are at fault."
you laughed before the medics helped you get up, helping you to the backstage first aid station where your members were waiting.
"are you okay?!!" one asked, holding your arm as you walked together. you smile at her concern before replying, "i'm alright, i should be fine by tomorrow or the day afterâ"
xavier took your chin in his index and thumb, turning your head to his direction. you spotted his confused gaze. "are you sure that you want to perform? those bruises could get worse, it's bad for your health for you to be injured and perform."
"i'll be okay xavier, i'll be extra careful." despite the amount of fear xavier felt in his heart for you, he wasn't going to force you to stop performing. he'll just be extra cautious with you, more than normal.
ZAYNE : a doctor's concern
wc, 0.8K â husband!zayne, mentions of an over dosage, fainting
zayne has known about your passion for performance and singing since you were young, he was one of the first people to ever hear your singing and skills in songwriting. and he was now the most popular fan for being spotted nearly everywhere.
he would buy your photo cards and have them on his desk in his office where he could remember those eras inside of his comfort place at work whilst also doing paperwork. he'd always be in the backstage or the seats at the front.
the only reason why he was backstage was because he was your primary care physician and they needed him to make sure that you were in perfect shape and health whenever time would come that you needed to perform. he made sure that your medicine was given to you properly. mostly he would do it himself but today he was busy for the first few hours before your show.
one of the backstage crew were put in charger to put the dosage of medicine into your system, only because they had been proven to have studied medicine once in their lifetime.
you went backstage as normal when the beginning of your concert was near and the member of the crew gave you that dosage of medicine. "thank you," you replied with a smile before walking to the bench and hydrating.
you started to feel a dizzy, your head beginning to throb in the right wide out of nowhere. your eyebrows furrowed we you tried to figure out what to do in this situation. you couldn't call zayne to ask if there was any side effects to the medicine you were given because he wasn't avaliable for that hour, you were reminded when you check your messages. "...what am i supposed to do now??"
â
: Don't forget your medicine.
â
: I'll be there in an hour.
â
: I love you.
despite the weird feeling in your body, you forced yourself to deal with it and get ready to perform.
the introduction came on as your appeared from the starting point, smiling and putting the mic to your lips. you started to sing out your heart; enjoying the moment.
that's when you could hear zayne in the back, asking the backstage crew for something. but that wasn't your concern, you had a job to do.
you danced along with the back up dancers, singing and just messing around with the screaming fans around you. many of them waving around signs and wearing your merch, even those that just dropping a little while ago.
that was until you felt it. a banging pain in your chest which instantly caused you to slow down on the movements, sitting down on the chair you came from with elegance, turing to make it seem like it was apart of the plan despite your face full of fear and pain. the fans around you were yelling out, not realising what was happening right in front of them.
you sang one more verse before you tried to focus. your mind was elsewhere as you started to dissociate, out of this world. "...um, shit..." you grasped onto the chair with fear before your vision got bouquet then went completely black.
tha last thing you heard was a loud thud and people gasping, people running across the stage and that familiar voice: that voice that made your heart relaxed at the sound of it. zayne.
when you woke up, you were in a pristine white environment; white bedcovers and walls, fhe trays and tablets were placed between you and the wall of your bed, the bed centred in the middle of the room. there was an iv beside you which gave you the answers that you needed, you were in the hospital.
with a little whimper, you rose your head to try and remember your reason of even being here. the door opened as zayne, in his work clothes, entered with a tray of food and water. he was already in his work clothes, which indicated that it was the next day and you've already been here for a day or so.
he was soft when talking to you.
"hello, how are you feeling?" his voice was calming, soothing yet there was a little bit of rage underneath that tone. he sat down beside you, "i heard what happened and rush to your aid."
then it clicked, the medicine, you fainting and more. "...oh that," who would know that a simple instruction of medicine could end up risking my life?
now as a reminder, you're only supposed to take a few millilitres before your performance and turns out that that same backstage crew member had seen the 1 as a 10 and give you the completely wrong dosage. a lethal dosage.
"i hope that you realise that i'm never leaving your team responsible of medicine ever again."
RAFAYEL : an artist's sharpness
wc, 1.1K â boyfriend!rafayel, he gets angry, flashing??, crying
rafayel and you were known as the biggest power couple known to man. his famous art exhibition was a form of performance in his eyes, and your famous display of your performances was the best duo ever. he was there for your concerts, just as much as you were there for his art work and interview work.
only this amount rafayel is that he has an AMAZING choice in fashion, his outfits were always fitting and well tailored. this led to him always making sure that your clothes were made nicely as well as your other members and that you weren't being left out from the theme/other clothing.
there were times that this man would fight with your stylist about their clothes that they gave you, leading to him taking over himself and obviously making sure that you were comfortable in those clothes.
now, today was another important day with a concert coming up. this latest album was focused on maturity and professionalism , which was why your outfits were slight revealing but also very teasing in a way. your outfit was adorable and fit in well, but there was one little problem.
whilst practice, your shirt kept falling apart, nearly exposing your whole upper half to your members and the directors around you. whenever you did a particular move in your dance where you'd push your right leg out and roll your chest to the right, the fabric would fall apart and fall off of your body.
you instantly went to the stylists once it became enough 'mistakes', reporting it as it being too loose and interrupting your dancing. but they only replied with, "you're being too aggressive," "maybe it's the dance, not us." and "i can't do anything honey,"
this was becoming an ongoing issue, and no one was taking it into mind properly. no one except rafayel.
đŒ : wdym ur shirt is falling off
đŒ : ????
đŒ : don't worry cutie
đŒ : i'll fix this.
when your concert started; you had already had doubts about that shirt that you were told to wear. it was once, twice, thrice that you had to correct it and not flash everyone. but now it was way too late to argue about it because the stage was opening up and your members were just about ready.
you all walked onto the stage, getting into position as the other dancers did their thing â dancing and introducing the next song with they famous move. the beginning of the song started and you could see rafayel in the VIP seats, along with his bodyguards, staring at you with awe.
...until he landed his eyes on your shirt. even though he knew about the mistakes that it brought, from one look he could see the problem. the stitching was too loose and the material wasn't good quality for a shirt that type.
halfway through, you thought that your outfit was behaving and it wasn't making you seem weird. there was one move in the dance when all the group members put your hands on your hips and move your chest up and down whilst moving to the side.
it went well, then you heard a big rip! and a cold breeze met your chest. your hand flew to your shirt, catching it just in time to cover your chest with a yelp. you turned around, trying to fix it when the back ripped as well.
luckily, rafayel managed to get one of the bodyguard by the stage to hand you his jacket. you wrapped it around your chest and zipped it up, it fit nicely and also held the old shirt fabric tightly. you continued to dance and perform despite the feeling to cry in your throat.
as soon as the concert finished and you all said your private thank you's, you ran backstage as you saw a familiar figure in the audience rush as well. you were devastated, you felt disgusted and you had humiliated yourself in front of your own fans.
you sat in your design room, sitting at your desk as you found an older shirt to put on. with tears in your eyes, you put the shirt on.
the door opened, "i'm changing!" you yelled, snapping at whoever decided to walk up unannounced. "it's me," you heard rafayel state, shutting the door behind him. he instantly saw how badly you were upset, putting his arms out.
"come here," he beckoned as you followed and hugging his chest, letting yourself cry into his chest. "there there.. he looked devastated seeing you so distressed and sad from your outfit malfunction. so he did what any boyfriend would.
with you in his arms, he left the room and went straight to the directors and stylist with an annoyed gaze.
they were currently in a deep conversation about todays and future concerts, concerning the members and stage crew when the door slammed open with rafayel.
"um...this is a confidential meeting mr rafayel..are you alright?â" "confidential my ass, it wasn't so confidential that your directing skills were shit when my girlfriend was literally humiliated on stage because of you."
he turned to you, "you looked beautiful cutie, dont worry." you let out a smile before covering my face with your hands. rafayel sighed, "what if i wasn't there at that moment? would she have had to continue with her chest exposed? or would she have had to run off stage and risk being scolded by you assholes."
the room was completely silent once rafayel was finished with his rant, no one dared to speak, not when he could easily speak out about this incident to thousands and get them fired.
"what do you say to her?", rafayel spoke nicely, but you instantly went out of your way and dismissed him. "rafayel what?- that's notâ"
he put his finger over your mouth and let them speak and in unison they all responded, "we're sorry," rafayel interrupted, "for what?" you tried not to laugh as you mouthed to them to just continue with their meeting. but rafayel's gaze was more intimidating. the main stylist spoke our, "we're sorry for...invalidating your..um..concerns and not being...more keen on making you see comfortable on stage."
"it's alrightâ" you tried to speak but rafayel spoke, "and you better not do it againâow!" you slammed his upper arm before excusing yourself and removing him from the room with a slight pull. you were shocked with what he was trying to accomplish.
whilst you were walking back to your room, he noticed your fake annoyed glare, "whatttt?? i was just telling them off." he defended himself, letting you drag him back. "yeah and risking my career, dickhead."
"no, its putting people in their place: i'll always be there to do that for you. don't forget it."
SYLUS : a leader's observation
wc, 0.8K â husband!sylus, mentions of death(not mc, not sylus!), kidn4pping attempt, he carry you, 1 pinch,
sylus was a secretive supporter when it came to your passion in music. he was always there on the sidelines, cheering you on from the VIP section along with luke and kieran who managed to become your two biggest supporters in the world.
he was there whenever you wanted him to be even when he had important things to do, he'd make sure that he is the first person to sit down and the last person to leave (if he's forced too).
lately, there's been a fan sending weird letters to places associating with you. your house, your workplace, any brands that you collabed with and even shops that you were seen constantly entering.
you brought this to the attention of sylus, hoping that he'll help. luckily, he managed to track down the letter and have them banned from your comfort homes.
đ
©: I'll be there tonight.
đ
©: Start whenever you'd like, I'll secure the area.
đ
©: Be safe.
now today was another concert, and you were standing on stage. the introduction performers were doing their thing â waving their flags and gracefully moving to the music of your first song.
as you sat in the middle of the stage, you had a piano in front and a microphone on top. you even singing nicely, hitting ever note that came across. the fans were silent, how you nicely asked them to be. some of them with their phones, recording the beautiful songs you sang.
until a few gasps and confused noises came from the crowd before, all of them focused on someone behind you. after a few seconds of you slowly stopping your singing, they started to speak...then get louder and start yelling.
'over there!' one of them yelled, pointing quickly, 'who is that??!!' you did as told and turned around to see a random man, dressed in all black with his hood down from his jacket. he walked towards you quickly before holding your hand and pulling you slowly. you stood from your seat, trying to understand what was going on.
"heyâ wait! security!" you exclaims, suddenly realised what was going on. a random fan or whatever had gotten onto the stage and was trying to take you somewhere without your management knowing. "hello!!"
the security caught on, trying to get onto the stage fast before you were taken. but they were beaten to it.
crimson and black streaks wrapped around the fans body, straggling ghe man up by his chest. the pressure held onto his torso, leaving him to struggle the magic wrap. you escaped before rushing backstage as the security began to lead the people out until they stopped at the sight of sylus walking onto the stage with an annoyed glare.
the people rushed out faster and the stadium was cleared as sounds of gargling and choking came from inside.
you heard a loud burst of disgusting sounds before silence filled the stadium and the next thing you were hearing was sharp footsteps. everyone around you were wondering why someone was basically storming up to the room.
then a tall figure with his hands in his pockets and white locks came into view, you ran to him before hugging him. "sylus! oh my gosh..." he used his right hand to hug you back, wrapping it around your waist before rustling his chin against your hair, turning around with you in his arms.
"we'll be leaving." his deep gloomy voice was enough to make your colleagues agreed. "yes sir!" he sighed agaisnt your head, before his hand went further down your body to behind your knees. with one smooth move, he lifted you onto his shoulder, carrying you gently.
"sylus?" you called out quickly, and he responded by letting out a small hum. "where are you taking me?" with every step, he held into your body tighter.
he nearly felt offended by what you even asked, his other hand coming up to pinch the back of your thighs making you let out a shriek. "where do you think? we're going home."
"....this is not the direction to my home." you hesitantly replied after a beat or two.
you could sense the laugher in the area and then sylus let out a hearty chuckle, "you're adorable sweetie, we're going back home."
home meaning his base, you let out a small gasp of realisation. "oh!"
"yeah, oh."
this took took long for my liking, but anyway.
© aly4khq, do not plagarize, translate, or copy my work.
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Beautiful Boy
Synopsis: The morning after Rafayel and Sylus's first night together.
Tags: sylus x rafayel, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, fluff, domestic fluff, bl, suggestive, their first morning together
Words: 1.1k
an: I wont have another kitty fic for a few days so i hope you enjoy this short and sweet crowfish fic! Credit to my great amazing beautiful friend orvbunny on twitter/x for editing the photo for me! Go follow her she does amazing lads edits!!!
ao3 | kofi
The morning rays kissed Rafayel's pale skin, sun beams shining through the slit in the drawn curtains. The massive house lay still in the early morning air as he stirs awake. Unfamiliar bedding under him, his first night in this maze of a mansion, but he never felt so loved.
He kept his eyes closed, listening to the songs of the birds outside. The silken sheets under his near naked body kissed his skin, memories from last night running through his mind. Strong arms, warm chest, plump lips pressed to his.
The bed beside him dips, warmth of another body pressing on his back, strong and muscular. Rafayel pretends to be asleep, keeping his multicolored eyes closed, laying unmoving on the obscenely massive bed. A large hand threads through his messy purple locks, nails scratching at his scalp lovingly.Â
"Are you awake?" Sylus's deep, husky voice whispers in his ears, warmth spreading through his body, a flush already forming on his face. Sylus's other hand cups his throat, palm pressed firm as he turns Rafayel onto his back, hovering over his smaller lover.Â
"...no..." Rafayel pouts, bottom lip jutting out as he peeks an eye open. He is struck breathless at the man on top of him, silver hair messy and out of place for seemingly the first time in his life, a smile spread on his wide mouth, and blush painting the very tips of his ears.
"Can you be?" The hum of his voice vibrates Rafayel to his core. Sylus's red eyes flickering between Rafayel's and his pouty lips. His larger thumb rubbing a circle on the base of his throat, so warm it feels like a fire blooming on his flesh. Every little touch, every small glance made Rafayel's stomach explode with butterflies. How had he gotten so lucky to have this gorgeous man all to himself?
Rafayel's hand comes up, stroking up Sylus's cheek before his fingers thread through his lover's messy locks, pulling him towards himself. The chuckle that bubbles in his ear makes his heart soar, the most beautiful sound he's ever fucking heard.
"Dummy..." Rafayel sulks, huffing out as Sylus lays his full weight on top of him. Their bare torsos pressed together, skin on skin, bringing the memories from the night before into his mind.Â
They've been together for four months, dates, dinners, outings. But never have they spent the night together - until last night.Â
Sylus's hot mouth inching all over his entire body, his hands groping his flesh, kneading it. The noises of pleasure he drew out of the older man, the way he felt inside of him. Rafayel couldn't help but grow hard, his length pressing to Sylus's large thigh.
"Already wanting more, fishy?" His deep voice sent a shiver down Rafayel's spine, his heart speeding in his chest. "I thought after last night you needed a rest." Sylus ran his nose along Rafayel's warm neck, inhaling his scent, breathing him in. Rafayel tried to swallow his gasp, he found himself doing this often with his lover, every single thing Sylus had done took his breath away.
"Just..." Voice unfamiliar and soft. "Just thinking about you..." He allows himself to admit, to give in and open up to Sylus. Push aside his jokes and just bask in this love, allow to be loved.Â
"Mmm, but I'm right here, darling," Lips placed to the hollow of his throat, smiling and teasing only how Sylus would. The butterflies never resting in his gut. Sylus runs his hands down his half naked body, slow, almost like he was trying to remember it from touch alone. Making their way down to his hips, Sylus places a firm kiss to Rafayel's neck before flipping them both over, earning a shocked squeal from the shorter man.
"Sylus!" Rafayel yells, hands gripping his lover's strong arms. Sylus chuckles, warm and bubbling as he steadies him on his lap. Rafayel sits up, beautiful colored eyes wide, pink lips parting as he pants.
"What?" He mocks, attempting to match the shock of Rafayel's words, causing the growing blush on the younger man's face to brighten, a pout on his perfect shaped lips. Sylus wanted to cup his gorgeous face and kiss him senseless.Â
Rafayel doesn't answer, instead he looks down. A godly sculpted below him, abs and pecs aching for his touch. He reaches a hand out and flattens it on Sylus's toned stomach, feeling the dips of his muscles. Sylus watches without comment, his eyes gliding over Rafayel's face, watching every micro expression that crosses over him. He lets his eyes wander, to Rafayel's chest, watching it swell in deflate with every breath, down to his bare stomach, and finally landing on the tent that still sat in his pants.
Rafayel didn't notice, for the most part at least. Slowly gliding his hand up to Sylus's large chest, hand resting over his heart, the heart that now belonged to him. Feeling it beat its own special song, singing just for him and him alone. He wanted to record it, compose a symphony just to mimic this. But the growing movement under him stalled his thoughts.Â
"T-teasing me when you have the same issue..." He couldn't look Sylus in the eye as he spoke, stuttering out as he tried to focus on the heartbeat in his hand. Sylus's thumbs rubbed over his hip bones right over Rafayel's pajama pants.Â
"How could I control myself when my beautiful boy is sitting on my lap, looking ravishing with his messy bed head and the blush that is covering his blessed face?" Sylus's compliments never failed to hit Rafayel right in his core, something so lyrical, poetic the way he spoke about him. He could feel the heart race under his fingertips, the skin warm in a flush. He lifted his eyes up, meeting the ruby set that already stared at him, called out to him.
So many words lay unsaid in those mysterious eyes, Rafayel wished he could dive in and listen to them all. But he also didn't want to rush things, didn't want to scare him off with his past, present, and inevitable future. For right now, the look in those red eyes, that was enough for him. Being in these strong arms, feeling this racing heart, this would be where he always wants to be. Feeling those delicious but teasing lips on his skin, listening to the god awful singing that came out of them, he would crave that until his last dying breath.
Nothing warmed his heart more than knowing he is Sylus's and Sylus is his.
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Rafayel: Here's some advice.
MC: I didn't ask for any.
Rafayel: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me.
MC: Thomas talks to you.
Rafayel: No he doesn't. I don't even know a Thomas.
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LADS men react to: âthereâs a bug đ°â
how they'll react to you being scared of a bug đ€
- the minute he hears your scream, he teleports to the kitchen, pushes you behind him for safety and materializes his lightblade. no questions asked đ
- heâs the type to immediately swat the bug away..his teleportation and speed doesn't allow the bugs to any opportunity for escape..
- it's you who has to stop him and tell him to just let the little guy out through the window đ
- the moment he runs in only to find you screaming your lungs out over a tiny bug, he rolls his eyes and smiles at you for being so scared over some so smol bug when you face wanderers twice your size
- adopts the bug as his own, gives it weird medicine names *coughs we all remember clopidogrel, the squirrel* and even feeds it đ€
- you have to remind him that he can't take in every little critter as his pet đ
- Screams in reaction to your own scream, then calms down a moment later and narrows his eyes at you for being so dramatic over a bug of all things
- catches the bug and approaches you with an evil smile..you realize his intentions and start stepping back and full on dashing around the house ânooo! keep it away from me!!â
- keeps it around and wonders if he can somehow make use of the bug to make new, unique colors đ
- he frowns and raises a brow, judging you for being so frightened of a bug cause you're literally the same person who recklessly entered N109 zone and paraded freely in the Onychinusâs Leaderâs home
- tries to make you approach the bug and get accustomed to it, to make you realize that it's not scary at all but completely fails đ
- in the end, he sighs, shakes his head at you, picks the bug with his energy evol and gently let's it out of the window
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*dividers are my own; credit me if you use âĄ
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L&DS SMAU :
â„ïžâtelling them a funny pickup line
âĄâpairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you
âĄânote: this was lowk hard to do...and the fineapple one is so funny to me idk why
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