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That afternoon, Xavier scanned a couple files from the Association, learned about the tragedy responsible for your deceased family members.

Well, one of them was alive and kicking.

Caleb singles out another file.

Faint but unique energy signatures recorded from 200+ years ago. An unprecedented landing covered up as a meteor event. Several unidentified persons whose Evols matched Isaiah's in profile. Backtrackers. 

Another file.

Xavier's personal file from the Association, his Evol signature very dissimilar.

Another file.

Ever's latest project details on Evol suppression, a scientific achievement by none other than Isaiah. The ability to unscramble and tap into difficult signatures. When Caleb lines up the decoded signature, it matches to Xavier's.

Xavier restrains himself from touching the surpressor on his neck.

The last document.

Isaiah's name recorded in the successful elimination of Gaia Research Center's last surviving researcher, Josephine, via detonation. Your profile photo lays still next to Caleb's.

Xavier breathes out.

His refrigerator hums, and it buys him time before Caleb reaches for his back pocket. 

"Isaiah defected," Xavier calmly says, standing defenseless. "I had nothing to do with the incident, on my life," and Xavier's never taken an oath so quickly.

He must be off his game, because that was the least believable way he could have said things.

Caleb's eyes sharpen. If Xavier moves an inch, he'd bleed.

"The Backtrackers are about four or five different factions now," Xavier continues, and Caleb remains silent. "We had a difference in philosophy."

Caleb's voice cuts. "I don't care about why you're here. On Earth." Quick, analytical, and Xavier's strangely... pulled in. 

"What are you doing around my sister?" His voice drops an octave. The crux of the conversation has arrived.

"To protect her." Xavier answers easily, carefully.

"You think I believe that?" Caleb restores his folder to its original appearance. Neat, tidy, strict.  

A fire starts in Xavier's chest. In this moment, the upper hand is his.

"Ever is in charge of several projects." Many that are heartless in the same way that a royal family sacrifices innocent lives to fuel a dying planet.

"And if you know as much as I do, they're vile." Xavier stands at this point, internally done with the conversation, makes his way to the kitchen. 

What he actually needs in this moment, faced away, is to take a breather. To push down the deep, bubbling nausea that causes him the same sweat when he wakes up from awful nightmares. Starfall forest, its deafening core muted out the screams of mangled souls, human cries.

"I don't believe it's right to toy with human lives."

Xavier's voice drips with buried hate. He pushes through, however, hasn't felt this desperate in a long, long time, but he needs Caleb to know. 

Caleb's brows furrow. The twisted wires and plates in his arm suddenly heavy, as if he finally acknowledged their titanium makeup.

"There's no justification for that. Your sister's involved. I'm here to help cut it off at the source." To counteract the insanity of this conversation, Xavier starts making tea.

Caleb settles on his left foot, slow, rocking back but never forth. He has a look that peels Xavier apart, puts him back together, but everything doesn't fit quiet right after.

He's been tense, shoulder set back stone-like, holding a heavy weight on his shoulders like that of the Colonel, but the air shifts, and all Caleb can do is let out a ragged sigh. He's bone tired. A potential lead lost. 

"Fine," Caleb concludes, "We're done for today." He puts the folder back in his jacket. Straightens the table and chair, is about to put on his shoes.

Xavier just wants him to relax. He also thinks Caleb would look good smoking a cigarette, right about now. 

"You're not staying? I'm making tea." Xavier turns around and Caleb really looks at him this time.

"I said we're done here." Caleb's heart is tired. He's wrapping up his script. 

"Chamomile helps with sleep." Xavier leans agains his kitchen island, flicking his chin at Caleb.

"You look tired. I happen to be an expert at insomnia-curing remedies. Ask your sister."

Caleb turns, nearly offended. Xavier can feel the 'excuse me' ooze from his glare.

"I-" 

"Unless you have somewhere else to be? Your sister's away for two weeks on private commission. I'm sure you can sleep in her bed if you end up staying late." Bold, Xavier internally utters to himself.

Caleb has this incredulous look on his face. Instead of a panther, Xavier thinks he looks more like a cat, extremely on edge.

"You can choke me out if I ever hurt your sister, but it won't happen." The kettle starts to whistle.

Xavier grabs a china set from his cabinet. "If it did happen though, just know I'm a good fighter."

He sets it on his kitchen table.

"You'd probably lose."

Xavier swear he sees an irritated quirk in his mouth, the twitch of a brow, but he graces him with ignorance.

"I... have no other plans," Caleb concedes, having cleared out his reports in anticipation of this confrontation and any... unexpected cleanup. So now, with the night free, Caleb's trying to find a spot to stare a hole into, anywhere to look as casual as possible.

He leans against the kitchen table, arms crossed, forearms flexing, slightly closed off. 

"Good, sit. My chairs are comfortable, so it didn't really hurt when you threw me against my own furniture." Caleb coughs.

"Do you want to... help me finish my puzzle?" Xavier's ask is calm. Caleb quirks another eyebrow.

"It'll bore you to death," Xavier says, "Helps you sleep, too. It's worked for me. Hundred times, at least." 

And Caleb can't help but let out a reluctant laugh. He's never encountered disarming like this, but just for now, he'll admit that perhaps Xavier and him have shared similar enough experiences to come to similar enough conclusions.

He gazes downwards as if to hide, a defense mechanism, shocked at how easily Xavier's dismantled his guard. Xavier's not sure if Caleb's practiced this look in the mirror, but that is truly his best angle. 

"You're an observant one," Caleb notes, and he looks up, expression more unguarded. Like this... he looks younger. You once mentioned that you had a soft spot for kittens and puppies. Xavier sees where that might have came from. 

"Well, I've assembled a 70,000 piece diorama. If you actually want your puzzle finished, I'm your guy." It's extremely nerdy and unexpected coming from Caleb's mouth. Xavier doesn't chuckle, not wanting to offend him, so he smiles as he hands his tea over. 

Caleb quietly mutters an awkard 'thank you,' knuckles brushing Xavier's. They're extremely rough, Xavier notes.

"Alright then," Xavier starts, "You're hired. I can pay you in tea and expensive cookies from predatory tourist shops."

"Sounds... fair enough" And as Xavier pulls out his half-finished tapestry, Caleb tries to fill the empty air.

"My sister mentioned you don't cook very often," and Caleb doesn't even know why he's saying what he's saying now.

Xavier's about to cringe, recoil instinctively. Not his best look, but Caleb takes it in stride, "If you're ever open to taste testinf my meals for her, you know where to find me." 

Xavier hums, pretending to think. He's also shocked, not sure what's happening, but it feels... awkwardly fresh. "I'd have to up the labor to 2 puzzles."

Caleb sips and he lets the hot liquid settle and soothe him. "Deal," he says.

That night, Xavier tosses and turns in the strange development and relief of meeting... a new ally? A potential frenemy? He's not sure about all that.

One thing's for sure. Xavier hope to find more opportunities to tease him in the future.

Crowfish caught by Thomas:

Thomas was astonded that he'd managed to catch Rafayel actually working! However part of him wishes he'd never shown up.

"What do you think, Thomas? Any opinions on the composition?" Rafayel holds up his paintbrush checking over his reference, hanging before them. Said reference being a massive white haired man hanging in some kind of shibari set up. He simply smiles at Thomas seemingly quite happy with his predicament.

"I don't know if I dare ask but this is consensual isn't it?" Even though the question is directed at Rafayel, the hanging man answers.

"I consider it an honour to be featured in such a great creative's work, he can keep me as long as he likes." Thomas only manages to give him a brief glance before Rafayel is shooing him out, claiming Thomas is ruining the creative flow.

Snowapple caught by Carter

"Dr Zayne!" Carter crashes into Zayne's office as usual. Only Zayne currently has a patient. Carter feels a single drop of sweat run down his back at the sight of the absolutely ripped man with what seems to be a cybernetic enhancement on his arm. A cybernetic enhancement that Zayne is currently examining.

"Well what is this doctor Zayne, I thought you were against-"

"Get out." Is all Zayne says, putting himself between the man and Carter. However, Carter's curiosity is piqued, eyeing up the impressive arm.

"Can I just-" Zayne shoves him back.

"Touch him, and I'll freeze your fingers off." Carter stops and stares at him, Zayne is normally so composed. Finally, the man with the cyber arm speaks.

"You want me to throw him out for you, Zaynie?" He's got a sick smile on his face, but the light doesn't touch his eyes. Zayne's hand lands on his chest,

"Don't touch him, Caleb."

Carter is highly intrigued by the fact that Dr Zayne is so protective of a particular patient, a fact that the other man seems to enjoy as he gazes at the doctor with a needy yet lustful look. Carter knows when he's pushed too far and decidedly backs off, with his hands in the air. Anyways, he's got a man called Caleb to research.

Applefish caught by Gideon

This was weird. Things normally got weird with Caleb but this was new. Somehow, after a childish game of truth or dare everybody's favourite pilot is currently handcuffed to the richest man in the room. How did the great Rafayel even end up at this party that's mainly pilots? And why does Caleb always end up in these situations. Gideon can't help but get closer to eavesdrop.

"Yknow," Rafayel drags a finger down Caleb's chest in a playful manner, "I'm currently looking for a private pilot."

"You own an aircraft?" Caleb enquires, interst piqued.

"Not yet, maybe you can give me some advice on what to get." Hook, line and sinker, Caleb's face lights up as he starts discussing different aircraft. Rafayel simply leans in, softly playing with Caleb's hair as he watches him yap away. Who knew that even famous artists weren't immune to Caleb's charm.

Starfish caught by Jeremiah

Jeremiah is sweating. This is the biggest client he's ever had. He's been left alone with the great Rafayel to discuss flower arrangements while his manger answers an important phone call outside. The great artist has completely taken over Jeremiah's arrangement table flinging around cuts of flowers to get the best arrangement for his upcoming exhibition. He's muttering madly, partly to himself, partly to Jeremiah, who backs up into something. Or someone.

"Oh, hi Xavier, I'm currently with a client sorry." Xavier's eyes flicker from Jeremiah to Rafayel, who hasn't noticed the newcomer.

"A client?" In a flash he's behind Rafayel snaking his arms around the artist as he works. He does not stop his arranging.

"Don't be jealous Xavie, your little friend is just helping me and Thomas with a task for my upcoming exhibition." Rafayel seems to be completely content with the fact that Xavier is practically crushing their bodies together. Jeremiah decides to leave them to it and turns to go talk payment with Thomas.

Starcrow caught by Luke and Kieran

There's a weird guy in the mansion. And not just any guy, the bounty on his head rivals that of their boss, who currently has him cornered.

"I appreciate the visit Firefly, what brings you into my nest?" Xavier glares, raising his blade to Sylus' neck. The onychinus leader only smiles, leaning towards the blade. "Use your words, sweetheart, and this will go much smoother, not that I'm opposed to fighting." Luke and Kieran glance at each other as sparks seemingly fly between the two most intimidating men in the n109 zone.

"Luke. Kieran. Go and fetch the briefcase in safe 239 in armoury 35, I'll entertain our guest while you retrieve it." Luke and Kieran nod, leaving as quickly as possible. They still manage to catch a glimpse of Sylus being dragged forward to collide with their guest. They agree to ignore it as they're too terrified to ask for answers.

Crowapple caught by Viper

Viper was very impressed with this setup. He'd managed to get the leader of Onychinus nose to nose with his favourite colonel.

"It's been a long time coming colonel." Sylus laughs as deflects Caleb's shots with his evol.

"The fleet may be flawed but you can get get off your high horse, you mob boss," Caleb spits back. Viper needs a bucket of popcorn to watch this fight. He grins as they trade blows, watching them close the distance. Before he knows it, Caleb is pinning Sylus down with his evol while grabbing by the other man's collar.

"Not bad, colonel." He grins

"Shut up scum, I should kill you."

Something catches Viper's eye, he pauses squinting at sylus' crotch. Does the leader of Onychinus have a boner??? Caleb doesn't notice leaning closer until his leg brushes up against it. His head flicks down.

"Oh you sick fuck."

"I thought you were going to kill me?" Sylus doesn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. Viper doesn't know if he should be watching anymore as these two forces of power seem to size each other up in a different way.

Snowstar caught by Yvonne

Dr Zayne's office had been deathly quiet ever since his last visitor went in. A young blonde hunter had shuffled in after confirming he was Xavier Shen. It had been half an hour since then, and at the late hour of 10pm, Yvonne was due to go home. Sighing, she gets up and knocks on the exam room door. No answer. She waits, only hearing muffled shuffling before knocking again. Still no answer. She sighs and opens the door. Dr Zayne is sitting in his chair. Only his patient is sat on top of him with his hands clasped in Dr Zayne's hair. He doesn't stop his enslaught of kisses as Yvonee stands their eyes wide. Zayne has to push him off, trying to regain his breath.

"Yvonne, I thought you'd gone, I can .... deal with this, you go home." Xavier doesn't seem to care in the slightest as he leaves gentle kisses on the side of Zayne's face.

"Yeah, we should get you home too, you work too much." Still he doesn't move off Zayne's lap. Yvonne simply sighs and closes the door. She's not paid enough for this.

Snowfish caught by Talia

How come she always lost him so easily? Many people wanted to talk to Talia after her amazing performance but she wanted to talk to her nephew who kept evading her. Luckily somehow two figures behind a curtain caught her attention. She pulled back the curtain to find her nephew with his plus one that he'd brought. Their hands were interlinked, Rafayel's fingers tracing over the various scars on the man's forearms that were revealed by his turned up sleeves.

"Ah, I seem to have interrupted a tender moment, I'll leave you to it once you introduce me to your guest Rafayel."

They both blinked at her before the darker haired man moved forward, with a slight bow.

"Zayne Li, lady Talia, thank you for allowing Rafayel for bringing me along. It was an absolutely lovely performance."

"Zayne!" Rafayel lightly slapped his plus one's back. "You don't have to be all formal with her she's just being nosey."

"Thank you Zayne, hopefully Rafayel can learn some of your manners." She giggles at Zayne's nervous expression and Rafayel's silent gasp of offence before waving and leaving them to ther curtain shenanigans.

"You can see your silhouettes through these curtains by the way so don't get too intimate." Zayne flushes a deeper red while Rafayel starts whispering curses ar her.

Snowcrow caught by Luke and kieran

A pair of finely polished shoes next to the door signalled to Luke and kieran that their favourite person was here, they weren't expensive enough to be bosses. They practically broke the door down to Sylus' private quarters, where they found their boss with his boyfriend on the couch. He groans.

"It's okay Sylus, I have something for them anyway." Luke and Kieran are somehow able to ignore Sylus' death glare as they run over to Zayne, sitting before him in anticipation. He hands them a box each stuffed with confectionaries that you'd never find in the n109 zone.

"Are you trying to get me an expensive dentist bill for these two?" Zayne gently shushes Sylus, and he pulls back with a huff.

"They were a great help the other day at the hospital, this is a small thank you from me." Luke and Kieran both enthusiastically thank Zayne, climbing over each other to hug him.

"Alright that's enough." Before they know Sylus' evolution has whipped them outside and slammed the door behind them. They stand for two seconds before giggling to each other and running off with their sweets.

Starapple caught by Liam

"Colonel Xia the reports...." A man has Colonel Xia bent over his desk, he is not fleet personnel. "Identify yourself and step away from the colonel." Liam pulls his gun out, assuming that Colonel Xia is being attacked. But before he can pull the trigger, the man teleports behind him and knocks him out. Caleb gives a soft chuckle at the sight of Xavier with his pants around his hips standing over Liam.

"Well I guess I'll have to take him to the infirmary." Xavier stares at Liam and without looking up speaks his mind.

"We could leave him here and continue." Caleb chuckles again,

"We could or shove him in the closet, but he is a good adjutant, and I want him back in working order sooner than later."

“Is that true Xavier?” his Queen’s voice is dripping with false saccharine. She knows the answer, judging by the way she rolls her hips forward, meeting Xavier’s ass with a loud smack, a satisfied hum leaving her at his loud open mouthed moan.

It is his fault.

But that’s beside the point.

Rafayel snickers at Xavier, smugness and self-righteousness radiating from him. The effect is almost comical given the full body flush and sweat shining on his temple. Rafayel of all people was in no position to be smug.

Xavier almost lunges at him, seeing red, except—

“Rafayel, you know better,” his Bride chastises him almost immediately, yanking at his hair for leverage to fully seat her strap into his plush ass. For the second time tonight, Xavier sees the whites of Rafayel’s eyes.

“What are you two doing? You’re supposed to be kissing and making up,” she shakes her head, the pearls in her hair catching the light to and fro. Her tone is light, as if chastising unruly children.

“Whatever will we do with you both?” they wonder out loud.

The Queen pets at Xavier’s hair, lovingly smoothing out some tangles, before reaching over him, kissing his back, leaving fire in its wake. She paws at him, silently asking for a kiss, which he eagerly obliges, happily turning back to meet her open lips.

“Do you need us to demonstrate?” she whispers dramatically.

Like dogs, Xavier and Rafayel instantly nod, wide-eyed.

She smiles, dazzling, before giving them both a kiss on the cheek, paying no mind to Xavier’s grunt as her movements press the strap further into his hole.

“Okay then.”

At the same time, they both grab the men by the back of their skulls, mashing their faces together in a farce of a kiss.

“Come on, make us believe you’ve made up to each other,” the Bride grabs Rafayel’s hips once more, fucking him in earnest again just as the Queen picks up the pace on her end.

A particularly hard thrust has Xavier scooting up the bed with a gasp, moving even closer to Rafayel. The two men look at each other, pouting ever so slightly, unwilling to be the first to give in. Rafayel looks like he’d rather be petting cats, glowering at Xavier while his Bride presses his shoulders down. The effect is diminished, mostly because he’s a little too busy arching his back, begging his Bride for more.

She clicks her tongue.

“Fine. Come here—” his face scrunches up before he finally reaches up and to meet Xavier’s lips once more. The other man pouts, just to get the last word in, before fully giving into Rafayel’s kiss. The two men frantically kiss, open mouthed and sloppy, tongues everywhere, moving from lips to neck and back again.

The combined sensation of his Queen’s strap, coupled with Rafayel’s skilled kisses has Xavier humping the air, frantically seeking friction. He moans, loudly, into Rafayel’s mouth, any sense of pride swept away by want.

To an outside observer, it was an impossible scenario. The King of Darknight and the Lemurian Sea God, thoroughly under the spell of their lovers, seeking pleasure in each other while receiving it manifold from the fullness in their asses. Both men are on their knees, cheeks bouncing with each snap of the hip. With each thrust their kisses deepen, fingers entwining, holding hands while being split apart, while being taken.

Xavier noses at Rafayel's neck, pulling him, gliding his hands down Rafayel’s body, tugging and rolling at his nipples.

“Oh fuck—“ Rafayel moans, a full throated pretty sound that has Xavier wanting to hear it again. He moves his head down, right over Rafayel’s chest, mouth so close to his nipple that Rafayel can feel it touch everytime the Queen thrusts into Xavier.

The King peers up at Rafayel through his lashes, ensuring his gaze is on him before smirking and sticking his tongue out. He latches on, licking and sucking Rafayel’s nipple while working the other one between his calloused fingers. Rafayel arches with a cry, pushing his chest forward, chasing his Bride and Xavier’s attentions, rocking back and forth between them.

Several bite marks on Rafayel’s chest later and Xavier finally relents, just as his Queen starts to pinpoint the spot that makes his knees buckle.

“Nngh — please I— I need more,” Xavier whimpers, shaking his ass, finally fully casting out his pride. Rafayel can feel it in the way his shoulders relax, and how glassy the blue of Xavier’s eyes have become.

“I know, I know.” Her words are kind but her thrusts turn slow, almost fully pulling out each time before slowly pushing back in, admiring the way Xavier opens up so readily now.

The four of them are all on their knees almost upright— the two women continuing to show no mercy while their men kiss and moan and grind on each other, their torsos practically melded together. Through the haze Rafayel takes Xavier’s hand in his own, moving it over to grasp both their cocks. It was the barest, heavy handed, sloppy jerk but their eyes roll back in relief, grateful for the friction they had been missing all night. There's so much pre-cum that Xavier's palm is slick instantously.

“Yes right—unnh— Raf—“

“No.”

The command is simple, but they both freeze mid-stroke, breaths mingling harshly as they look at each other, wide-eyed. Later, they'll both come to the independent conclusion that they're nothing short of whipped.

“If you wanted that, you should’ve played nice. You both can either cum on our straps or not at all.”

“B-but— I— ohhh—” Xavier’s complaint is cut off by a twist of Rafayel’s hand. The relief is short lived though, as the Bride lands a sharp slap on the God's ass for his impudence.

“It looks like we’ll be here all night,” the Queen sighs, reaching over to tuck a piece of Xavier's hair behind his ear from where it had been plastered to his forehead. She then plants her foot onto the bed for more leverage, driving into his hole with renewed vigor. The new angle almost makes Xavier collapse in surrender, shuddering atop Rafayel’s body.

“Sorry about this one,” to Xavier’s utter mortification, she reaches over and pats his cheek, the same way an owner pets their dog, “he gets like this sometimes.”

Rafayel’s Bride giggles, just as she reaches under him to rake his firm thighs with her nails, causing him to yelp into Xavier’s shoulder. The dissonance of it all, a god writhing underneath his priestess, fills the other two with a thrum of energy despite the hour.

“Him too, I don’t know what to do with him sometimes,” she murmurs, kissing his ear before resuming her assault on Rafayel’s hole. He's starting to babble, sliding into incoherence.

“It’s like all they respond to are treats and threats."

The two women look at each other knowingly.

“Guess we’ll just have to use both til they learn their lesson.”

note: teehee i've been on a bottom!starfish kick lately and a foursome one i guess i don't know what says about me. i wrote this in an hour on my phone and to spread bottom starfish agenda. thanks for reading! reblogs, comments, likes always appreciated.

Xavier x Rafayel

Xavier spends an unreasonable amount of time between Raf’s legs, but he just can’t help himself. His hands hold on to Raf’s soft thighs while he laps at his dripping cunt until Raf begs to get his sweet little dick sucked. Neither of them is happy until Raf has come twice and Xavier looks like a glazed donut.

What Rafayel loves even more though is when he gets to wake up the light of his life from a nap by riding his cock. He pouts and complains about not getting enough dick until Xavier finally flips them over and pounds Raf into the mattress. That’s usually the start of a marathon that only ends when Raf is in tears from overstimulation and Xavier fills up his beautiful siren one last time before pulling him close and whispering sweet things into his ear until they both fall asleep.

Bonus: While Raf has more fashion sense, he’s not allowed to dress Xav anymore. Everytime Raf dresses his boyfriend to the nines, they end up fucking somewhere in public or don’t even make it out of the house.

Zayne x Sylus

While Zayne is usually more of a top and Sylus loves to bend over for him, Sylus knows the second Zayne enters the base when it’s what he calls a switch day. That’s when he gets to warm up his snowman with soft kisses and light touches until he’s relaxed enough to actually enjoy the pleasure he’s about to be drowned in. 

Sylus loves to take his sweet time with exploring every inch of Zayne’s body with tongue and teeth until he’s nothing but a puddle and eagerly spreads his legs to let Sylus fuck every thought out of his head. 

Only when Zayne’s throat is raw from screaming and his eyes are glazed over does Sylus stop to clean him up and pemper him with snacks, favorite drinks and endless cuddles and kisses. They enjoy the silence, not needing a single word to understand each other.

Bonus: Luke and Kieran know switch days, too. When they see Zayne coming home like that, Kieran grabs their prepared go bags while Luke gets the car. They love their dads, but they really do not want to hear what they do in their bed, the armory, the gym and any other room that has some sort of durable surface.

Xavier x Caleb

Caleb is one of the very few people Xavier bottoms for, just not for the reasons people might think. He loves to tell Caleb exactly what to do since it’s particularly enjoyable to watch him do his best to please Xavier while not falling apart himself. The blush stays on his face the entire time, he’s panting and moaning, and his muscles are so strained from holding back and moving the right way that it’s better than any workout. 

Caleb loves it though, because if he does well, he gets showered with praise and when he does extra well, Xavier makes the sweetest sounds and falls apart, clinging to Caleb while little specks of light flicker around them. Caleb would never admit it out loud, but he’s a horrible simp and making his little bunny feel good and being trusted to do so turns him on more than anything else. 

Bonus: Xavier once put on Caleb’s colonel hat and the second the first sharp command came over his lips, Caleb instantly nutted into his underwear. Still, that doesn’t keep him from putting the hat on Xavie again and again.

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❥ he chirps! mermaid rafayel trills and chirps in various patterns as a subtle way of communication. you’ll hear soft, cute squeaks come from him when he’s happy or deep in thought. or when you pet his tail, he trills from the feeling of your warm hand on his cool scales.

you didn’t understand where the noises came at first until you realized rafayel was the one making them. the sounds are so different in pitch than his normal voice that it was surprising he could make them. but they were so cute that you never really questioned them, instead you took the time to learn what each chirp meant.

❥ he brings you many gifts. a common trait amongst mermaids is that they’ll go out of their way to collect trinkets to either court someone or make their current mate happy. rafayel isn’t really sure what you like as a human, but he definitely tries to figure it out!

he’ll bring you lost shoes or baby crabs or pretty candy wrappers in hopes that you’ll take some liking to them. but when you stare a bit confused at the piles of scrap that he gifts you, he decides he has to try harder. he learns that human women are not that different from mermaids—in that they both like shiny, pretty things. so rafayel’s makes it a habit to find coins and jewels buried in the sea and bring it up to you frequently as he can. you have no real use for these miscellaneous items, but you can tell rafayel is trying really hard to please you so you accept graciously. he chirps in excitement!

❥ he quite literally, suffocates you. never intentionally, no, but rafayel doesn’t know his own strength. human bodies are comprised weaker than lemurian bodies, making you the victim in rafayel’s affectionate embraces. it’s during these times that you’re reminded of just how big rafayel is. 8 feel tall in length, you’re constantly reminded that you’re a peewee who could be crushed by this mythical being at any moment.

rafayel does try to be gentle with you, though. he intentionally tries to tone down how passionate he is so as to not knock the air out of your lungs. he really can’t help it though, you’re so small and adorable he just wants to cuddle you and eat you up.

❥ he stares at you. rafayel isn’t too adverse in the human body, so at the start of your relationship he was very very curious as to what a human female looked like. it’s for this reason he the hates the fact that you wear clothes. all he wants to do is stare at you and ask what certain things are. to rafayel, this is a normal thing to do when you’re curious. to you, this is a little embarrassing.

the especially embarrassing part is when he stares at your intimate parts. he pokes around at your vagina with a curious look and the intent to investigate what the hell was going on in there. sure, mermaid anatomy was similar to human anatomy, but he’d never really seen a human female up close until you. the weird part is, he think it’s all completely innocent.

“so… this is clit right? lot smaller than i what expected…”

lick.

“rafayel!”

❥ he sings to guide you. it’s no secret mermaids have beautiful voices. you’ve heard some distant melodic voices from the sea in your time dating rafayel—but nothing compares to rafayel’s voice itself. the first time you heard it you felt like you were floating on air and transcending your body. it was that powerful. now that you’ve grown accustomed to the hypnotizing sound, though, rafayel uses his voice as a way to guide you.

when you’re on the beach looking for him or under the sea by the grace of his power, he sings melodiously to guide you in his direction. every time it happens you feel as if you don’t even need to think about the direction you’re going, that your feet just automatically know where to go even if you’re unfamiliar with the place.

❥ he has a cycle problem. rafayel goes through many physical changes throughout his lemurian life and that makes him constantly be in kahoots. one day he’s whiny and splashing everything with water, another day he can’t get his hands off of you and is extremely clingy, maybe one day he’s just really depressed and needs to be alone. it’s hard to tell what’s coming next with him.

but it’s also not just an emotional problem, it’s a physical problem too. sometimes, you’ll meet him and see that he’s two times bigger than usual (god almighty). other times, you’ll go in for a cuddle and feel his skin is all slimy and sticks to you. every time you ask about his issues, he always has a different explanation. it leads you to think, just how many cycles do lemurians go through?

❥ he has many nicknames for you. whenever you’re upset, he’ll laugh at you and call you a “baby pufferfish.” if you’re look extra pretty that day, he’ll call you “my pearl.” if you’re struggling within his grasp he’ll call you a “cute little minnow.” rafayel is incredibly affectionate and loyal, so all the pet names he uses on you he doesn’t use with any one else—even the human ones he’s adopted like “cutie” or “darling.”

one of his favorites, though, is the one he calls you when he’s in heat. “my nest,” he says whenever he has full intention of filling you with his eggs. it’s his way of telling you that the most precious and vulnerable part of him belongs to you, because you are a nest for his babies <3.