#and now rafayel has been added to the list

[osarina]

god the father puts an entp in front of me and i just crumble every time

[leighsartworks216]

Fine Arts

Rafayel x gn!graphic designer!Reader

This is the last one!!! THank goD!!

Warnings: pre-relationship, banter, bickering, if this was a full series it would be enemies to lovers

Word Count: 925

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This meeting, compared to the other clientele you've dealt with over your career, was going well. The manager was taking over discussions of appearance, providing wants and desires, styles and color palettes, while the real client was pouting and making snide remarks with very unhelpful feedback.

So, really well. At least the manager was actually listening to you.

"If you want the exhibition to feel high class, I'd recommend a script or serif font. Sans serifs can work sometimes, but they have different connotations." You write down a few notes to yourself in your sketchbook.

Rafayel scoffs. "Art shouldn't be limited to the elite. My works are for everyone to view, not just the people on top with the deepest pockets."

You offer him a placating smile. "I understand what you mean, Mr. Rafayel, but given the area the gallery is in and the fame of your works, it may be better to appeal to the elites that are more likely to come and spend their money." You tilt your head, adding, "Though, if you'd like to broaden your audience to appeal to the layman, I'd be happy to create a few versions from that angle."

Thomas sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's had this conversation a thousand times before. Given his client, maybe he has. "It's a charity event, Rafayel. We want buyers who will spend a lot of money for your work to benefit the charity. Normal people aren't our audience here."

"The charity benefits 'normal people', doesn't it? Why are they suddenly being excluded out of this?"

"If someone is willing to spend more, more money can be donated to the charity. It's not that hard to understand!"

"But they should still feel welcome to visit the gallery, even if they don't have the funds to buy anything."

You clear your throat. The men look at you. Rafayel stares at you like he wants you to burst into flames. "Rafayel's name will draw enough attention from the art world to attract buyers willing to spend big money. If you want the event itself to be seen by normal people, design for the normal person. Besides, a normal person will be more interested in the design of the promotional material than an elite just buying the work for their wall."

Rafayel looks at Thomas. The manager taps his fingers impatiently on the table, before sighing. "Fine. Elegant, but welcoming. You can manage that, right?"

You smile thinly at him. "Of course."

He sighs again, nodding. He checks his watch. "This meeting's run over. Contact me when you have drafts drawn up. I'll send you the info," he rambles off as his chair scrapes against the floor and he stands. He leaves with little else to say aside from a brief 'have a nice day'.

You make a few more notes in your sketchbook, crossing out the older notes you don't need anymore. Rafayel sighs heavily from the end of the table.

"You got what you needed. Are you gonna leave now?"

"Mhm. I just wanted to know if I could see the centerpiece for the exhibit. It would give me a better idea for color schemes and layouts."

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you. "Thomas already went over all that with you. Why do you need to see it in person?"

You chuckle. "Forgive me, but I don't trust a business man to know what looks good with what. I'd rather trust the artist he's trying to promote."

He stares at you for a minute. His finger taps a rhythm against his arm, contemplating whether he should work with you or send you right out the door.

Eventually, he sighs. "Fine, but no peeking at anything else!"

"If I want to see the rest of your stuff, I'll go to the exhibit myself."

He leads you through his house where the meeting took place. It's one of the nicer places you've ever been in when working with a client. You've seen mansions and manors before, once or twice, but this felt nicer than those. Those were stuffy and dark, trying to impress a higher class of people. Compared to those, this was casual. The sea breeze coming in through the windows was refreshing, enticing you to run out onto the beach after this.

When you reach the entrance of his studio, he makes you cover your eyes. You relent, letting him lead you through the place until he stops you. The heat of his hand lingers on your arm.

"Okay, you can look now."

You drop your hands and blink away the darkness until your eyes can adjust. Three canvases are all lined up on separate easels, coming together to form one scene. It's ocean-themed, as most of his works seemed to be from your brief research, depicting the story of a mermaid stranded on a beach, being saved by a passing fisherman.

"Oh, so it's a triptych."

He blinks at you. "I'm surprised you know what that is.”

You give him an unimpressed look. "I do have a bachelor's in fine arts, you know."

"Why? You work with computers all day for your job, why do you need to know the traditional aspects of art?"

"Well, aside from having background knowledge for clients like you who do traditional artwork, I don't just work with computers for my art. A lot of my job entails sketching, a traditional medium. Just because I know how to transfer it to a digital format doesn't mean I'm exempt from learning about it."

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3 .6 k words so far but here a little sneak peak of it .

People would thought working at Whitesand C.O was your dream come true . It could've been Yes,  you had a good salary , nobody seemed to hate you per se , hell even the CEO didn't dislike you and you loved your job more than anything . The only problem though came in the form a 6ft tall purple haired man that seemed to have made his job to annoy the shit outta you and the fact he was your superior made it impossible for you to cut off his tongue and threw it in the tank fish of the hall. 

“Late again” you heard his infuriatingly smooth voice say , the sound grating your ear as always. 

You sighed internally, knowing you'd have to deal with his endless teasing once more. Turning around you plastered your usual faux polite smile on your face . 

“The traffic was crazy as always” you let out through gritted teeth,  trying your best to bit back the edge of annoyance in your tone 

“Blaming the traffic as usual” he let a faux sigh of disappointment before making his way towards you from where he was leaning against the doorframe “you should try to get more creative with your excuses y'know” 

If only he knew how creative the scenario you made in your head at 3 am about how to make him shut up could get . From skinning him alive to harvesting his organs , the list was rather long. 

“I'll try” you murmured in a strained voice , cheeks aching from smiling too widely before contouring to make your way to your office 

“And by the way I didn't know mismatched shoes were the new trend” he added, turning his head to give you a playful look. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before looking down at your different colored shoes 

Oh no no no . 

You  sprinted towards your office booth so quickly you almost tripped and fell -that would probably the cherry on top of your already shitty day but hopefully for the remnants of luck you had you regained your balance before hitting the ground. 

Cute Rafayel though watching as you ran off like a frightened bunny. 

“Rafayel again?” Lola your bestfriend peeked her head above the divider separating your office from hers . 

The heavy sigh you let out while leaning back in your chair was all the cue she needed to know.

Rafayel this , Rafayel that . This man would probably give you gray hair before you even reached thirty . 

“Maybe you should consider going out with him maybe it will ease your-” 

“Stop right here” you cut her off , feeling the bile rise up your throat just at the thought of going out with Rafayel. 

“What?” She shrugged “it's not like relationships with co-workers are not allowed and besides he's quite the looker” she continued in her delusional speech that has your right eye twitching madly . 

“You just need to get laid and I am sure he will be the perfect candidate to -ouch what was that for?” She winced , massaging her forehead where the pencil you threw hit her . 

“Just go back to work before I cut your tongue and feed it to Jerome” you shooed her off , knowing if you listened to her rambling about how you and Rafayel needed to get naked and explore each other's bodies for one more minute you'd have a stroke . 

“Jerome is vegetarian” she exclaimed with a confused frown not the least scared by your threat “but fine, I'll let it go for now” she raised her hands in surrender before going back to work while you opened your laptop to start working as well.

“But remember the best way to deal with Rivalry is to fuck it out” she yelled making you close your laptop abruptly,  eyes frantically darting around to make sure nobody heard her but judging by the way the other workers were shooting you weird glances they  heard her loud and clear. 

Those 2 will be the death of you. 

             …*...*...*...*...*...

You always loved time like this, time when the head of Finance , Zayne would treat all of your team to lunch and this day the choice happened to be an Italian restaurant known for its refined meals. 

You sat down  in a secluded corner that had an open view of the rest of the restaurant. You listened to the iddly chatter while sipping on your glass of water. While you waited for your food to arrive you watched as Lola flirted with Xavier who seemed to not have a clue about what the hell was going on. You giggled as you saw his cheeks turning bright pink at something Lola said but your happiness was short lived as you caught in the corner of your eyes a tuft of purple hair making his way towards you. 

For Astra's sake, no . 

You quickly picked up the menu to hide your face behind it but it only made the man's lips turn up into a grin 

“Trying to hide are we , cutie” he teased before taking away your precious shield . 

“Hide?” You scoffed before shooting him a glare “I was trying to avoid the plague but it seems he already found his way to me” you sighed heavily before leaning against your chair . 

“So I am the plague now” he chuckled before sitting down on the chair beside yours 

“You're even worse than that” you grumbled out , shifting your focus to Lola and Xavier who seemed now about to make out with each other in a public restaurant. 

“Well at least I dont glue myself to someone like a leech” he retorted with a hint of disdain in his voice , his amethyst colored eyes now fixed on the future couple . 

“What do you think you're doing to me?” You asked in an outraged tone , eyes widening comically. 

“Me?’ He grinned , showing off his pearly white teeth with an hint of dimple on the side that made him appear almost charming 

Almost 

“I am just enjoying my favorite coworker's company” he added before ruffling your hair playfully

“Don't do that or I'll cut off your hand” you scowled,  taking his hand off your hair so he wouldn't mess it further. 

“I'd like to see you try , cutie” he taunted .The mischievous gleam in his purple eyes made  you want to slap the fish cakes outta him but you decided for once to play along with him. 

You leaned closer until your breath was caressing the soft skin of his neck and you swear you heard his breath hitch 

“Don't tempt me fishboy” you murmured in his ear , the low sultry tone of your voice sending a thrill through him and Rafayel would be damned if he said just feeling you that close didn't make his cock jump . Yet despite that he still had it in him to tease you further.  

“All bark ,no bite, cutie” he smirked , his purple eyes looking down at you through his eyelashes in a way that made heat rise up your cheeks. 

No focus that man is literally insulting us and if there was one thing about you. You were not a quitter that took insults lightly. 

Rafayel felt his heart rate pick up when  you leaned even closer so now your hot breath was tickling the sensitive skin of his neck 

Are you really going to do what he thinks you're going to do ? Now with all those people watching? 

He didn't know why but the prospect made his pants tighten , his thoughts running a mile per minute , vivid images of you and him flashed through his mind but it all shattered to dust when he felt a sharp bite on his neck. 

“What the heck” he let out a sharp hiss at the sting , his eyes darkening in anger as he looked down at your victorious face 

You - 1 Rafayel - 0. 

Before he could even fully grasp the fact you bit him you quickly slipped out of your seat to cling to Zayne in an excuse of thanking him for the dinner while Rafayel stared dagger at you. 

You little- you bit him.  How could you ? But  even as anger bubbled just beneath his skin , he found himself strangely enamored by the fact you not-so kindly marked him and worse one part of him actually wanted you to do that again. 

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now that the Caleb horny phase is over . Time to write about my office Rivals and one bed trop Rafayel fic