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This is a compilation of some Dragon Age elven names I’ve been adding to sporadically. I was hoping to have a longer list before sharing it, but hey, I can always update and probably will.
Sources include the DA Wiki, Katie’s Best Guess at Elvhen, and this thread.
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rafayel is the type to fall in love deeply, and quickly. he's never been one to enjoy crowds or having attention of all. instead, he enjoys the attention of some. those are people that are close to his heart, such as his family, his closest friends, his lover. he'll demand their full attention on him, as he would give his entirety to them.
rafayel is the type to blush at the first sight of you. his heart skips a beat, his breath hitches ever so slightly, and his cheeks warms up to a pinkish sakura shade.
rafayel is the type to immediately approach you, physically at first. he's curious, you've caught his attention and interest. and whatever rafayel wants, he'll get it.
rafayel is the type to stand next to you, aware that you two are strangers, but he can't ignore the way his heart tugs insistently towards your gravity. he'll pretend he's browsing at the items close to you, in your proximity. his eyes keep glancing at you here and there, his feet following right behind you when you walk away -- continuing your shopping and unaware of his existence.
rafayel is the type to truly look at you -- not in a creepy way, but rather, like an artist that has finally found the inspiration of their dreams. his mind is already admiring your physique, your curves, your hair, your skin, your smile, your eyes ...
rafayel is the type that's going to feel like he just fell off from the sky, straight down to earth. that's how fast and deep he fell for you, even though you two are still strangers.
rafayel is the type that will approach you again, but this time through a conversation. he's asking a stupid question, like : excuse me miss, where did you find this item ? and once you answer, he's putting the traps. dragging the conversation longer, trying to make you laugh, showing his overly friendly side to make you feel comfortable. all the time, he's analyzing your reactions -- should he ask for your number now or wait ?
rafayel is the type that doesn't like to wait. he gets whatever catches his attention.
rafayel is the type that once he deems you important in life, his loyalty is yours entirely. just from this small talk, he can already feel how his heart has abandoned him to follow you back home.
rafayel is the type that will ask for your phone number, inventing some sort of common interests that he would like to share in further details with you. he'll try to hide the way his hand tremble slightly when handing his phone to you.
rafayel is the type to text you that same day, later in the evening. he's not one to play the guessing game, or the pull and push. he has fallen for you, his heart has chosen you -- there is no time to waste. his ego and pride won't suffer -- he knows, he's confident.
rafayel is the type that is already laying awake at night, thinking of the next step to get you closer, to know you more, to understand and learn more about your mind, soul and body. he's already thinking of dates and events he can invite you to, always ensuring that you will feel safe, comfortable and never pressured.
rafayel is the type that, despite his quick temper and impatience, he'll float in your flow, let himself be guide with how fast or slow you want this ''relationship'' to develop. but be careful, his patience does have a limit (and he'll make sure that eventually, you'll come to know about his feelings).
rafayel is the type to always calculate every step of his ; not exactly to manipulate, but to ensure success. he's the type that will start randomly mentioning fate and ''coincidences'' ... but are they really just ''random coincidences'' ? or did he plan whatever to see you, to get your full attention again ?
rafayel is not one to give up. he falls in love quickly, deeply, and shows an undying loyalty to his loved ones.
rafayel is the type that once you enter his life, all the other woman no longer interest him. his heart yearns for you, his eyes seeks for you, and rafayel wants to see you, again. and he'll make sure that you'll feel the same way for him too.
a/n: inspired by me falling asleep during quality time w raf … i just find it so peaceful </3 let me know what you guys think !! might be ooc pls lmk
tags/warnings: not proofread, rafayel x reader, exhaustion, rafayel is the best bf ever, fluffy fluff !!
your body aches as you finally exit the association, tiredly saying goodnight to Tara and hopping on your bike, adjusting your helmet before peeling out of the parking lot.
it had been days since you had proper rest, you’ve had a headache since this morning and you’d only had a sandwich to eat all day. your body was on autopilot at this point, not realizing that you were not going home, but were actually parked in front of your lovers home.
the familiar black gates stared at you, parking your bike and taking your helmet off. rafayel didn’t need to look to know it was you, he recognized the sound of your bike.
“well this is a welcomed surprise, cutie,” he smiles, turning to look at you, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he sees your tired figure flop onto his couch.
“sorry to barge in,” you mumble, voice slightly muffled as you move around, cheek squished against one of his pillows as you stare at the artist, “was gonna go home but ended up here.”
“this is your home too y’know,” rafayel replies without missing a beat, “you eat dinner?”
you sigh softly at his question, eyes following his every movement, memorizing the way he precisely moves the brush, blank canvas slowly coming to life. “not yet,” you reply, “just wanna sleep.”
rafayel hums at your response, continuing to paint before he pauses, turning around and focusing on you. he can’t stop the fond smile that surfaces on his face, the way his eyes soften at your half lidded eyes as you gaze at him. “mm?” you hum out, your lovers smile only widens.
“my cutie is just too exhausted to move isn’t she?” he teases, setting his pallete and brush down before heading over to when you’re laying. “let me make you something, yeah? go freshen up while i cook.” the offer is too enticing to deny, nodding groggily before you lift your arms up.
“carry me?” you sheepishly ask, rafayel all but lights up. he wastes no time in scooping you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the restroom before gingerly setting you on the counter. he turns the hot water on for you, placing a kiss to your lips before leaving you to your own devices.
there’s warm food on the table when you exit, hair still wet and body engulfed in one of rafayel’s hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts you’d left a while back.
rafayel filled the silence of dinner for you, telling you of the pieces he was working on and the new paints he’d bought recently. you listened attentively, grateful to have found someone who knew exactly what you needed and gave you that without a second thought. he didn’t push for you to talk, accepting your short answers with a smile and picking up your plate for you.
“you gonna go to bed?” he asks, watching as you trail behind him back to the living room where his painting was, you slip under the blanket on the couch silently.
“not yet, wanna watch you paint for a bit first,” you murmur, fighting a yawn back as rafayel smirks at you, cocking his head to the side and crossing his arms over his chest.
“cutie your neck is gonna hurt if you fall asleep there,” his voice has a teasing lilt, a sigh leaving his lips as you pout at him.
“not gonna fall asleep, i promise,” you smile up at him, a blatant lie. rafayel knows you’re lying, but he just shakes his head and sit in front of his painting. he moves the easel a bit, positioning himself so he could see you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances at you every so often.
ten minutes later you’re out like a light, neck positioned in an awkward position as soft snores leave your lips. your hair falls over your face and rafayel can’t help but stare. how did he get so lucky?
silently he puts his things away, wiping any stray paint on his pants before gently picking you up. “don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he whispers, carrying you to bed and tucking you in. you stir slightly when the bed dips under his weight, vision fuzzy as you see your lover.
his purple hair is messy, collarbones accentuated by the rooms shadows. you can smell his cologne as he pulls you into his chest. “go back to sleep, i’ve got you,” he whispers, a feathery kiss on your forehead makes your eyes flutter shut.
“raf?” he hums in acknowledgment, “i love you,” you mumble, already half asleep. you don’t miss the way his heartbeat spikes, the way his arms tighten around you.
a/n: hihi!! as decided by my poll here is the Xavier comfort I promised #democracy, this started as a very self indulgent thought bc I had a horrible month last month but we are #up now !!! okay enough yap I hope u all enjoy and I hope this comforts at least one of u and makes u feel better <33 any thoughts and comments are v appreciated :3
warnings/tags: xavier x reader, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of spiraling and general sadness, not eating/taking care of self, xavier being a good bf, kind of early relationship, I think that's everything !
wc: 2.0k
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It was one of those months. The ones where your late night thoughts slowly get too comfortable in the daylight, pestering you while the sun shines on your skin, even when you’re trying to ignore them as you talk to a coworker. The kind of month where you tell yourself ‘I just have to get through this week’ every single week. The kind of month that tears you down until you feel like there’s no end in sight.
Xavier had noticed the bags under your eyes, he noticed how forced your smile was when talking to the others in the office. Most of all he noticed the way you barely spoke to him, where usual rambles and rabbit holes would be, he was met with short sentences, tight smiles and early goodbyes.
He didn’t push, he never did. He waited patiently, gave you gentle reminders of him always being available when it came to you. He listened as you gently rejected his third attempt at getting you out of your apartment to go somewhere that wasn't work.
“I have some vegetables that are about to go bad, maybe next time?” you smiled at him gently, it didn't reach your eyes. Xavier felt his heart tug, giving you a small smile and nodding as the elevator doors opened to your floor.
“You know where I'll be if you change your mind,” he replies quickly, you give him another tired smile before exiting the elevator. Xavier lets out a sigh as the doors close behind you, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back against the cool metal until the small ‘ding’ pulls him out of his mind.
The second your apartment door closes behind you there's tears welling in your eyes, a deep emptiness that seems to only grow the harder you try to ignore it. You ignore the hot tears that make their way down your cheeks, tuning out the pathetic hiccups that leave your lips as you take your shoes off with shaky hands and place your keys on the countertop.
Through blurry eyes you make it to your kitchen, taking a sip of water and before walking past your empty fridge and straight to your bedroom. You barely have it in you to peel your uniform off you, and if it weren’t for the grime on it you wouldn’t have bothered.
You pick out the first shirt you find, pulling it over your head and immediately curling under your covers, broken sobs leaving your body as your arms curl around yourself tighter.
I just have to get through this week
For a second your mind blanks, when will it ever end?
Your thoughts make you feel worse, eyes screwing shut tighter than before as you whimper. You let yourself spiral, mind running rampant, you don’t have it in you to try and calm yourself down.
Xavier notices the slight puffiness of your eyes the next day at work, he notices the prominent dark circles under them when you turn to face him. You give him a small smile, no glimmer in your eyes whatsoever. It makes him worry.
“Hey starboy,” you mumble softly, you sounded exhausted.
“Hi starlight,” he replies, stepping closer to you, enough for you to tear your gaze from your computer screen. “Are you feeling alright?” Xavier almost regrets his words when he sees your bottom lip tremble for a second, watching as you suck in a shaky breath before giving him a curt nod.
“Just tired,” you reply, trying to reassure your lover before you turn your attention back to the screen.
Xavier hums and lingers for a second before he finally turns to leave your desk, b-lining to find Tara in the break room.
“Tara, have you spoken to Y/N lately?” she jumps at his words, quickly turning around and almost spilling her coffee in the process.
“Xavier! You scared me! You really shouldn’t sneak up on people making hot coffee,” she laughs nervously, “I talked to her the other day, she seemed upset but didn’t want to talk about it.” Tara looks down at the liquid in her cup, “I didn’t push, I figured she wants to be left alone, y’know since she’s independent and all that,” she shrugs her shoulders.
“Has she mentioned anything else to you?” Xavier asks, head cocked slightly to the side.
Tara shakes her head, “nothing, I’ve been messaging her to join me on errands or lunch and stuff and she doesn’t even reply,” she sighs, “I even tried baiting her into joining me grocery shopping so she can get something in her fridge but she just flat out silenced my notifications.”
Xavier furrows his brows at her words, you had an empty fridge? The cogs in Xavier’s head slowly click into place, excusing himself and thanking Tara for her help before he heads to the store.
You follow your same routine, barely closing your door before the hollow feeling in your chest consumes you. Hot tears in your eyes as you take your shoes off, sitting on your couch with your head in your hands as you cry. You’re not sure how much more you can take.
I wanna go home, the thought flickers in your mind, making another sob leave your lips as you wipe your tears. The footsteps of your upstairs neighbor make you go quiet.
Home.
Your shaky fingers find Xavier’s contact in no time, quickly dialing it and pressing your phone up to your ear, sniffling.
Xavier answers before the first ring could finish, basket in hand and closing the front door of his apartment. “Hi starlight,” he says softly, locking the door and walking down the hallway. He hears your sniffling before he hears your voice, he wills himself to take the elevator instead of teleporting to your living room.
“Can you- Do you think you can come over?” your voice breaks on the last word, and Xavier is grateful there’s no one else on the elevator to see the lights flicker as soon as he steps into it.
“I’ll be there in a second, my star,” his gentle words make you want to cry harder.
You let yourself sob as the call ends, curling in on yourself and letting your thoughts run wild. You couldn’t even deal with this yourself, how embarrassing. Your chest aches, the pit in your stomach growing as the knot in your throat shows no signs of leaving you soon.
There’s three gentle knocks on your door before it’s unlocked, followed by your favorite sound in the world, “starlight? I’m coming in okay?” The door opens slowly, Xavier immediately sees you curled on the couch, face buried in a pillow as your body shakes. He feels his stomach churn at the sight.
He’s at your side in a second, placing the basket by his feet and wrapping his arms around you. The comfort makes you cry even harder, twisting your body to bury your face in his chest, gripping the fabric of his black hoodie like it was your lifeline.
Xavier holds your tightly, rubbing your back and gently comforting you, soft, ‘I know, I’m right here’s and ‘let it out, I’m sorry’s make your chest grow tighter. Xavier always smelt like clean laundry and warm musk, you feel your heart get a little lighter the longer you’re in his arms.
“Deep breaths, I’m right here,” he whispers, never rushing you, never asking what happened. Slowly, your tears stop flowing, your sobs are reduced to scattered sniffles, but your grip never loosens. Your eyes open slowly, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed when you see the giant wet patch on your boyfriend's hoodie.
Xavier’s eyes never leave you, watching as you slowly pull away from him, finally looking at him for the first time since he’d arrived. He offers a small smile, “better?”
You nod in response. Your breath hitches slightly when his thumb wipes away your stray tears, sapphire eyes still staring at you like the most beautiful thing in the universe.
“‘m sorry,” you mutter out, still sniffling as you rub your eyes to get any last stray tears. Xavier frowns, brows downturned as his eyes somehow soften even more, one finger under your chin and he gently lifts your face.
“Why are you apologizing?”
You shrug your shoulders, “getting like this, crying and getting boogers on your hoodie,” you let a small sigh, “I know I should be able to deal with this on my own, and I really tried to but- I don’t know, I’m sorry,” your bottom lip trembles again. Xavier’s frown only deepens at your words, watching as you avert your gaze from his own.
He opts to move his hand from your chin to your cheek, brushing the hot skin with his thumb, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“You never have to deal with anything on your own.” His words make your heart stutter, eyes welling with tears for a completely different reason this time. You let yourself rest your face in the crook of his neck, melting into him as he wraps his arms around you, one hand covering the back of your head. “No matter what it is, however big or small I will always be there to help you in any way that I can.”
“What if you can’t help me?” Your words are muffled against his skin.
“Then I’ll do everything in my power to find someone who can. I’ll stand by your side no matter what, you can use me as a punching bag or a shoulder to cry on or anything you might need. Whatever you want me to be, whatever you need me to be, I’ll be that.”
Another sob escapes your lips, grip tightening on your boyfriend. “Did I say something wrong?” concern laced in Xavier’s words as his brows furrow slightly, eyes wide. His body is tense, only relaxing when he feels you shake your head ‘no’ against him.
“How do you always know what to say?” you ask, moving your head from his neck and staring at him through your tears. “You’re too good for me,” the pout on your lips makes you look even more adorable, it makes Xavier want to kiss you silly.
He smiles at you, eyes crinkling slightly before reaching down and picking up the wicker basket he’d left at his feet. “For you, my star.”
A bouquet of your favorite flowers, snacks, a coloring book, a puzzle, and an envelope. Your mouth falls open slightly as you gasp, eyes watering again.
“Xav,” you whisper, looking at the silver haired man beside you. He only giggles, motioning for you to open the envelope.
It’s a card with a corny joke and a silly cat drawing on it, inside is his beautiful handwriting. Your heart pounds as you read his words, warmth filling the emptiness you’d felt previously. And then at the bottom of the letter:
Remember this is temporary, and when you feel like it’s not, I’ll remind you of the good, I’ll make you a sun to find the light
With all the love in the cosmos, your xavier
You smile at the words, finally looking up again and finding golden specs of light floating around the two of you. They light up your once dim apartment, converging slowly to make one large orb, flickering slightly and taking on an all too familiar shape.
“Any time you call for me, I’ll always run to you, my star,” Xavier whispers, his eyes haven’t left you for a second, taking in the way you seem to slowly get back your spark he loves so much.
You don't realize you're smiling as you stare at the makeshift sun in your living room. Even after isolating yourself, after trying to do it alone, after pushing him away for a month you'll never get back, Xavier is there. He will always be there, no matter how long he has to wait, no matter what he has to do, he always finds his way to your side.
You always find your way to him, you always let him in. Because maybe you can't get through this week, maybe tomorrow will be worse. But you rest assured, knowing there will always be a light waiting for you, knowing the sun will find you on the darkest days.
Xavier makes sure of it.
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Some mass effect art dumps I made last month! I was going to wait to post this here until I had way more but I've been slow lately. I'll pick it up again soon if i feel it 🩷
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