#shu.drabbles

⟢ husband! rafayel who makes sure there's always a place for you to sit or lay down on when you're in the room watching him paint

⟢ husband! rafayel who smears paint on your cheeks while you're sleeping, only to feel bad and paint a small sunset or ocean or sunrise or the sky or anything, really, across your cheeks

⟢ husband! rafayel who will trace miscellaneous shapes on your collarbones and shoulders - connecting every freckle and mole

⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at your stretch marks and kisses them gently, tracing every curve and smiling up at you, stopping to only tell you how much they look like stardust

⟢ husband! rafayel who would cave when you give him puppy eyes and a pout - he's weak for you, he knows

⟢ husband! rafayel who once reserved a whole restaurant because he remembered you saying you don't like eating in front of a lot of people, just so you would be comfy on your date night

⟢ husband! rafayel who would collect seashells everyday as he walks on the beach with you, telling you stories about his adventures when he was a little kid in lemurian waters; placing them in a tiny jar that he gives to you - and his grin is so blinding and hug so warm and kiss so tender when he sees it on your desk and in your bag.

⟢ husband! rafayel who thinks you look exceptionally pretty in pearls, but he thinks you're ethereal when you're in his bed, curled up around him, bed hair and sour breath and all

⟢ husband! rafayel who grew fond of cats because of how much you love them - who fell in love with the way you looked and loved cats, and could never think of cats as harmful ever again (especially when you look at them like how you look at him)

⟢ husband! rafayel who buys you dresses upon dresses, if only to see you wear them and spin around like the disney princess you deserved to be but couldn't affort to be

⟢ husband! rafayel introducing you to little fishies during a swim in the ocean, calling you his wife and watching with awe as the fishes boop your nose and circle you two, guiding you both through the waters to the prettiest coral reef ever

⟢ husband! rafayel who lets you see his silvery scars from fighting for his kingdom, letting you trace them even though he flinches from the memories - only soothed by your fingertips and gentle kisses to his skin, your calloused thumbs wiping away falling tears

⟢ husband! rafayel dedicating a whole exhibit with every painting of everything you've ever loved and liked, with the centerpiece as both of you dancing at the banquet, with the words "for my ocean" as its caption

⟢ husband! rafayel who has never thought of having kids until he took one look at you with your nephew, and decided he wanted some then and there

⟢ husband! rafayel who brings you trinkets and tidbits from wherever he travels to, be it in Linkon or overseas, because every little thing reminds him of you (he'd rather live with your memory and you by his side than have to lose you again)

⟢ husband! rafayel that would not let you go anywhere without him - he knows you can defend yourself, but he wants to be able to see you and touch you just in case; he likes protecting you (if only to make up for all the time that he wasn't there to protect you - could you blame him? he wanted you to forget, he was sure you would)

⟢ husband! rafayel that would cook for you when you return home from work, shit-faced and weak, wobbly, exhausted legs - who would feed you and hold you close as your words slurred, a fond smile on his face as he squished your cheeks, watching you fall asleep, your features so beautifully calm and peaceful

⟢ husband! rafayel who never wants to see you cry, but would sit there on the bathroom floor at 5am, wiping your tears away when memories of you both together centuries ago flooded your mind, his heart aching as he watched you cry over not remembering him when it really was his fault

⟢ husband! rafayel who would hold your hair back when you didn't like the way it felt, tying it up into a bun and decorating it with little seashell clips so you felt pretty

⟢ husband! rafayel who would see his child hold a paintbrush, painting a very wonky looking apple and sing with glee - who would frame the apple painting and title it "[child's name]'s first painting"

⟢ husband! rafayel who would tell his child how wonderful of a mother you are, spinning the baby around before he tucks the baby onto his hips, holding her close

⟢ husband! rafayel who would rest his forehead against yours at least 5 times a day, loving the peace and love that radiates from you, seeping into him and soothing his bones, a quick kiss on your lips sealed the deal

⟢ husband! rafayel who always tells you that he's glad to finally be yours, to kiss you and hold you close

⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at you like you hung the moon and stars when you tell him you love him

⟢ husband! rafayel who is just so happy you come home to him everyday

♡. head empty only husband rafayel.

✧˖°. header creds ;; @editshan <𝟑

“You have freckles.” “What?” Zayne’s voice rang out, one of his eyebrows raised as he looked at you, making no effort to move back. You gently brought your hand up to the other’s cheeks, cupping it carefully as you brushed the small, unnoticeable smattering of freckles on Zayne’s skin, a soft smile stretching on your lips.

“I never knew you had freckles, Dr Zayne.” You watched a foreign emotion flash through Zayne’s eyes as his eyes flickered to your lips before pulling away abruptly, a soft cough erupting from his lips. You knew he was flustered - he always put distance between you two when he was flustered.

He started up the car, the revving engine breaking the comfortable silence as you leaned your head back against the seat, your head turned so that you are facing him, watching him drive. A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he glanced at you, pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive towards his apartment.

“I did not know that I was your object of amusement.” Zayne’s cold voice sounded in the quiet atmosphere. You hummed quietly, your eyes still on him as you cleared your throat, turning down the radio as you watched the headlights speed behind, rubbing your eyes carefully.

“Do you not have anything else to say, Zayne?” “What do you want me to say?”

Zayne quipped back, his eyes darting across the road as he continued to drive, his hands on the steering wheel. You cannot help but appreciate that the veins on his hand were more prominent when he drove, the lines tracing up his forearms - his strong, solid forearms that were flexing as he moved his arm.

You cleared your throat, huffing out quietly as you turned to look out the window, realising that you were pulling into the carpark of Zayne’s apartment. He wordlessly placed his keys in your hands, unlocking the doors and turning off the engine after you got out, before moving to the trunk to pull out your luggages. Just then, a neighbour of Zayne’s popped their head out, looking at you.

“Oh, Y/N! Welcome back! Staying over at your boyfriend’s?” The elderly neighbour called out, mirth and laughter laced in her words. You simply yelled out an affirmation, ignoring the boyfriend comment as you turned to Zayne, who was suddenly next to you, and checking the time on his watch, glancing at you as you both started to make your way to the elevator lobby, pressing the button.

The elevator dinged open, somehow the tension between you growing thicker as you stepped into the elevator, Zayne carrying your luggage, following behind you as he cleared his throat awkwardly. You still refused to look at him, your eyes on the changing levels displayed at the elevator’s LED display, swallowing harshly as you felt a lump forming in your throat. Did that night mean nothing to him?

The elevator dinging broke you out of your thoughts, and you hastily made show of fixing your hair, discreetly wiping your eyes and willing your voice to not shake. You clenched your fists - you knew that they would be shaking. They always did, when you were this upset and confused. That, and coupled with barely and rest from your back-to-back missions - you wondered if it would be selfish of you to shut yourself out from everything for a while. Even Zayne. You brushed down your dress, straightening it lightly as you stepped out as soon as the elevator door opened, barely registering the noise that escaped Zayne’s mouth.