therosevines

[therosevines]

- echo

pairing: gn! reader x fem! oc

synop: you'll never really forget someone

wc: 223

dividers: @cafekitsune again !!

cw: angst , very hopeless romantic core , gn! reader

it's difficult to forget someone you once knew.

you see her everywhere, it's as if she never left, although you all wish that were the case.

you wake up in your bed, on the sheets you both used to share. staying in bed, cuddling from dusk to dawn on a slow day after shutting off the alarm you were too lazy to turn off the previous day.

you extract yourself from bed and trudge to the bathroom. you stare at glass by the sink, a toothbrush missing in it. while washing your face, you spill some water on the empty counter, where makeup bottles and brushes used to sit, lined up neatly every morning to be used the next.

you step out into the kitchen, the space appearing slightly dimmer than your memory recalls. opening the fridge, expecting to see an already prepared tupperware for lunch, but naturally, it's not there.

you place last night's leftovers on a pan, over a stove where you both used to playfully flick whipped cream at each other and sneak strawberries meant for the strawberry tarts on your 3rd anniversary.

you grab a plate and settle yourself on the couch, where you both spent countless nights cuddling with midnight TV dinners and watching movies.

it's vacant, nearly echoing, a mere echo of the place it once was.

[therosevines]

- 2 months

pairing: fem! x fem!

synop: she was the sun, and she was the moon

wc: 206

a/n: first work since 2020? very rusty :') dividers: @cafekitsune (love her stuff sm)

cws: fluffy angst , fem! x fem! , wlw , character death , mentions of alcohol

she radiated warmth and light, a living embodiment of the sun itself.

long golden locks blowing behind her with every gust of wind, sun kissed skin that glowed with radiance. the kind of person to touch your shoulder with a warm hand and had a smile as warm as sunlight.

she embodied the mystery of the night, the solitary beacon in the darkened sky.

raven black hair that eats all light it touches, pale skin that glistens under dim moonlight. slender hands that are cool to the touch, almost like they’ve touched death itself.

her dark orbs bore into hers with childish anger, crystals shining on her brown lashes. she giggled, “don’t cry, i’ll only be gone for 2 months. i’ll be back before you know it.” she clung onto her beige puffer tearfully, a hug that felt like it could last centuries.

years later, she cradles their 15th anniversary bouquet, a symbol of enduring love, as she gracefully walks across the expansive grassy field. Gently placing the bouquet in a delicate vase resting on a checkered blanket. slender, pale fingers hold up a cider filled glass in a toast, “happy anniversary, my love.” her gaze lingers on the grave, a mix of love and pain reflected in her eyes as tears pool in her eyes.

“may you forever smile with the warmth of the sun”

[therosevines]

my girlfriend is the best person in the worldddd shes so prettyyyy and shes so niceee and shes so funnyyy and we like the same stuffff and i love her style and shes everything i love in one little personnnn her soul just connects to mineeee i understand her so deeplyyyyy shes soooooo

[therosevines]

- echo

pairing: gn! reader x fem! oc

synop: you'll never really forget someone

wc: 223

dividers: @cafekitsune again !!

cw: angst , very hopeless romantic core , gn! reader

it's difficult to forget someone you once knew.

you see her everywhere, it's as if she never left, although you all wish that were the case.

you wake up in your bed, on the sheets you both used to share. staying in bed, cuddling from dusk to dawn on a slow day after shutting off the alarm you were too lazy to turn off the previous day.

you extract yourself from bed and trudge to the bathroom. you stare at glass by the sink, a toothbrush missing in it. while washing your face, you spill some water on the empty counter, where makeup bottles and brushes used to sit, lined up neatly every morning to be used the next.

you step out into the kitchen, the space appearing slightly dimmer than your memory recalls. opening the fridge, expecting to see an already prepared tupperware for lunch, but naturally, it's not there.

you place last night's leftovers on a pan, over a stove where you both used to playfully flick whipped cream at each other and sneak strawberries meant for the strawberry tarts on your 3rd anniversary.

you grab a plate and settle yourself on the couch, where you both spent countless nights cuddling with midnight TV dinners and watching movies.

it's vacant, nearly echoing, a mere echo of the place it once was.

[therosevines]

I wish you would spare me a glance

I keep you in my line of sight

Why can’t you do the same?

I can’t bear to look at you the way I once did

It pains me the way my hand burns at the flame

Why can’t I pull my hand away?

How am I supposed to move from the bright and sickly flame

It pulls me in with its gravitational pull

You dance around me like a flower in the wind

How am I supposed to cut the weed out of my lawn?

I can’t bear the pain of staring into the sun

You look at me and feed me with your crumbs

Do you know how you affect me?

[therosevines]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭.

pairing: rafayel x fem! reader

sypnosis: a little fish that got kidnapped by a princess whom he initially thought was nothing but a spoiled brat.

word count: 2.1k

cw: afab! reader, rafayel is a fish (literally), reader is a princess, fluff

notes: i have sooo many ideas about fishy rafayel that i might turn it into a series. comments appreciated !!

a spoiled brat.

that was what rafayel's initial impression of you was— nothing but those typical entitled and sadistic princesses that took home whatever she temporarily saw as beauty, only to dispose of it a few days later when the early excitement died down.

rafayel could spot you from miles away, your silhouette happily skipping across the sandy ground without a care in the world. he could see your hair dance along in the direction of the wind, the hem of your dress lifting up a little whenever you did a twirl.

it was a wonder how the crown that proudly sat atop of your head never fell off. the lustre from the sun shining down onto each of the tiny, fine diamonds embedded into your silver diadem nearly blinded rafayel with how bright and glittering it was.

despite living in the ocean his whole life, rafayel could tell from first glance that you were no ordinary girl he had stumbled across.

besides, which ordinary lady would think it was a great idea scooping up a fish she found in the ocean, a good few feet away from the shore? rafayel was almost certain he wouldn't be spotted by humans in such a secluded spot in the ocean, but you just had to prove him wrong, didn't you?

but he guessed he could take part of the blame. he should have stuck with the rest of the other fish instead of separating from them to explore all on his own. maybe then you would've picked another unfortunate fish instead of him to be your new plaything for the next two days.

you, who rafayel had nicknamed the 'lunatic', boldly stepped into the ocean with no fear about your expensive custom-made dress getting ruined and soaked in the process.

rafayel wanted to swim away before you caught sight of him, but you looked really big as compared to him, and he was a little afraid you might step on him by accident if he attempted to make his escape at that moment.

and so, to his dismay, you had decided that he, the lone fish in this ocean, would be your new plaything for the next few days.

when you scooped him into a small, flimsy and transparent plastic container, the fish was convinced that this was going to be his last few days on earth.

he was going to spend the last few moments of his life trapped in a spoiled princess's room. he imagined himself staring at the over-the-top pink walls that would burn his eyes and make him inwardly cringe, as well as counting the number of beads threaded into your branded bracelets and necklaces to pass time as he got imprisoned in a fishtank for the rest of his life.

however, rafayel was left in shock when you first stepped into your room with him in your hands. as you cautiously poured him from the initial takeaway container you scooped him into to an actual fishtank (with barely any room for one), he looked around your room from his new home.

there were no blaring pink walls that would sting his eyes, and no jewellery messily displayed on your vanity table for him to count the beads of to pass time.

for a princess, your room looked comparable to a commoner's.

but rafayel was certain that you had royal blood. he had seen how the red carpet stretched out down the endless tunnel of hallways, and how a few maids had curtsied and addressed you as 'your highness' the moment you walked past them with a smile on your lips.

the fish silently observed your room from his rather small home that was situated on top of your study table.

the walls were painted in a cool tone, not too blaring for the eyes and not too dull either. your vanity table, though was clear from any jewellery, had a few drawers below— which was where rafayel would assume you store your cosmetics and riches. your majestic looking queen-sized bed was covered with a simplistic and plain bedsheet, accompanied by a plethora of stuffed animals that he couldn't even see where the pillows were, if you even had any to begin with.

maybe you weren't what he initially thought you were.

though he wasn't sure what to make out of his new life out of the ocean, one thing was for sure.

you had more to you than met the eye, and rafayel wanted to learn more about you during the time he would be living on your study table.

saying rafayel's life as your new pet fish was ‘interesting’ would be a horrible understatement.

rafayel figured you would've thrown him back into the ocean within a day or two after you started getting bored of him. yet two months later, and here you were sitting by the table and peering into his tank as you rambled away about some upcoming charity event you had to attend tomorrow morning.

you had been keeping poor rafayel up in the middle of the night all the time ever since you got him.

going on and on about your life story that you tell in the most disorganised way possible, complaints about the issues and frustrations you met during the day, and the complicated political issues that he never seemed to understand nor care about (not that he needed to, he was nothing but a mere domestic pet now).

seriously, did you not have any humans to turn to that you had to resort to ranting to a fish you had kidnapped from its natural habitat and shoved into your tank without consent?

oh, but the biggest problem of them all—

you also seemed to have the misconception that fishes ate similar amounts of foods as humans.

whenever you were having tea break or late night supper, rafayel was having them too. a little unwillingly. you'd dump generous amounts of fish food in his tank before you continued stuffing up your cheeks with cake or whatever you were having.

the poor fish swore he gained a few pounds whilst he was held prisoner in your tank. but whenever he wouldn't eat the food you dumped in, you'd panic and ask the maids whether you should call a veterinarian over to give rafayel a checkup, thinking he was sick.

so all rafayel could do was to obediently eat the food you dumped into his tank, to save you and him some embarrassment of having to deal with the veterinarian breaking to you the news that you were overfeeding your poor pet fish.

you should consider yourself lucky that rafayel was the only fish you had kidnapped and dumped into your fishtank, since he was positive that any other fish would have died by now from the way you overfeed them.

there were days rafayel was seriously contemplating on jumping out of this stupid tank and just dying right then and there on your expensive carpet.

but he could never bring himself to. even though he was struggling to get used to life as a domestic pet fish, he wasn't that mean to add on to your already growing pile of stresses.

and besides, as much as he refused to admit it, he was starting to like this life.

as someone— or some fish, who had spent the entirety of his life in the ocean with almost zero human interaction, he had grown curious about them over the years.

of course it wasn't ideal that the price he had to pay to understand more about the human species was his freedom, but rafayel was a grateful fish.

he had heard plenty of horror stories about how many of his kind had been mistreated as domestic pets, especially when some random rich and spoilt kid comes scooping them out from their homes without permission (you included) nor basic knowledge on how to even take care of a fish.

they tended to keep the fish around for at most three days, dutily feeding the fish and often sitting in front of the fish tank and observing the fish in amazement. however, after a while, the humans began to get tired. or rather, bored by their new pet. they stopped feeding the fish and maintaining the tank's hygiene. more often than not, the fish end up passing on within a week or so.

rafayel saw himself as a very lucky fish because you were a responsible pet owner for the past two months.

albeit you didn't seem to grasp the concept that fish did not need to be fed as often as humans do, you still treated him relatively well.

as compared to the tank you poured him in two months ago when you first captured him, his tank was much more spacious now. and it was decorated with pebbles, aquatic plants, and also some pretty corals that he occasionally liked falling asleep in.

he hadn't even realised that you were finished rambling about how packed and overwhelming your schedule for tomorrow would be—

until your sigh broke rafayel out of his deep train of thoughts. he blinked at you curiously from in his fishtank, not having caught a single word from your half an hour long monologue.

“it's getting late, i should go to bed now.” you mumbled to him, gently dipping your index finger into the fishtank to caress rafayel's fins lovingly.

you looked… awfully sad today, rafayel noted.

rafayel may be a fish, but a fish had the ability to possess empathy too.

so instead of swimming away from your finger as how he normally would to reject your affection, rafayel instead nuzzled the top of his fishy head against the pad of your finger.

it was the least he could do to comfort you, right?

seeing how he was more open to receiving your affections today, you took it as a sign to gently stroke his scaly body, making sure to be delicate as if you were handling a feather.

“goodnight, fifi.” you murmured to him lovingly, staring into rafayel's fishtank with a warm smile as you lifted your hand out of his tank, drying the water off by wiping your hand on your nightgown.

oh, rafayel forgot to mention that you named him fifi, of all names. he could still remember how you sat in front of his tank one night and started listing down random names to see which one suited him better, but that would be a story to reminisce about another time.

rafayel wordlessly watched as you stood up from the chair and made your way to your cozy queen-sized bed, and he slowly realised how very wrong he had been in the start.

during the two months rafayel had been living in your room, he started to see many more sides of you that he doubted anyone else got to see.

how you were an imperfect girl that was forced to be flawless in the eyes of the public. how lonely and exhausted you were living a life of royalty. how you more often than not fall asleep slumped over the study table with a pile of paperwork by your side, your sleeping face not too far away from rafayel's fishtank that he always feared you might accidentally slap his fishtank off the table in midst your deep slumber.

you were nothing near a spoiled brat. despite being lucky enough to be born into a royal family, you were always humble and kind. and you treated him with equally as much kindness as you would if he were a human.

rafayel's eyes lingered on your silhouette even after you turned off the room's lights. the only light source was from the lamp by your bedside table, illuminating just enough glow for him to see how you tucked yourself beneath the warm covers and laid your head on the soft pillow.

it didn't take long before your eyes closed, momentarily pulling you away from the harsh life of royalty and bringing you into the world of fantasy, where anything and everything was possible; the only limit being your imagination.

rafayel glanced at the clock on the wall. he figured it was finally time he got some rest. he inferred your rambles and complains tomorrow would last much longer than tonight, seeing as your schedule was packed to the brim.

it had become a daily routine for rafayel to take your jumbled up storytelling as his nightly bedtime story. he anticipated what kinds of interesting stories you might have in store for him tomorrow.

flapping his fins, rafayel swiftly swam into one of the corals in his fishtank, bubbles trailing behind his fins and floating up to the surface of the water before popping.

once the fish found a comfortable spot to snooze in for the night, he parked himself cozily in between the walls of the coral.

it didn't take long before his eyelids grew heavy and his vision turned blurry…

maybe being a princess’s pet fish was not too bad of a life as rafayel had initially thought it would be afterall.

[therosevines]

- echo

pairing: gn! reader x fem! oc

synop: you'll never really forget someone

wc: 223

dividers: @cafekitsune again !!

cw: angst , very hopeless romantic core , gn! reader

it's difficult to forget someone you once knew.

you see her everywhere, it's as if she never left, although you all wish that were the case.

you wake up in your bed, on the sheets you both used to share. staying in bed, cuddling from dusk to dawn on a slow day after shutting off the alarm you were too lazy to turn off the previous day.

you extract yourself from bed and trudge to the bathroom. you stare at glass by the sink, a toothbrush missing in it. while washing your face, you spill some water on the empty counter, where makeup bottles and brushes used to sit, lined up neatly every morning to be used the next.

you step out into the kitchen, the space appearing slightly dimmer than your memory recalls. opening the fridge, expecting to see an already prepared tupperware for lunch, but naturally, it's not there.

you place last night's leftovers on a pan, over a stove where you both used to playfully flick whipped cream at each other and sneak strawberries meant for the strawberry tarts on your 3rd anniversary.

you grab a plate and settle yourself on the couch, where you both spent countless nights cuddling with midnight TV dinners and watching movies.

it's vacant, nearly echoing, a mere echo of the place it once was.

#angst #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x female #x gender neutral y/n #gn y/n #self insert #heartbreak #wlw angst #gn reader x fem #x fem oc #rosewine works🍷

[therosevines]

my next posts inspos :')

Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

#im such a hopeless lesbian romantic #i love the pain of lesbians #vineyard bottles🍷

[therosevines]

- 2 months

pairing: fem! x fem!

synop: she was the sun, and she was the moon

wc: 206

a/n: first work since 2020? very rusty :') dividers: @cafekitsune (love her stuff sm)

cws: fluffy angst , fem! x fem! , wlw , character death , mentions of alcohol

she radiated warmth and light, a living embodiment of the sun itself.

long golden locks blowing behind her with every gust of wind, sun kissed skin that glowed with radiance. the kind of person to touch your shoulder with a warm hand and had a smile as warm as sunlight.

she embodied the mystery of the night, the solitary beacon in the darkened sky.

raven black hair that eats all light it touches, pale skin that glistens under dim moonlight. slender hands that are cool to the touch, almost like they’ve touched death itself.

her dark orbs bore into hers with childish anger, crystals shining on her brown lashes. she giggled, “don’t cry, i’ll only be gone for 2 months. i’ll be back before you know it.” she clung onto her beige puffer tearfully, a hug that felt like it could last centuries.

years later, she cradles their 15th anniversary bouquet, a symbol of enduring love, as she gracefully walks across the expansive grassy field. Gently placing the bouquet in a delicate vase resting on a checkered blanket. slender, pale fingers hold up a cider filled glass in a toast, “happy anniversary, my love.” her gaze lingers on the grave, a mix of love and pain reflected in her eyes as tears pool in her eyes.

“may you forever smile with the warmth of the sun”

#wlw post #wlw #wlw love #sapphic #lesbianism #wlw angst #lesbian angst #sapphic angst #hsr kafka #kafka angst #kafka #ymir x historia #ymir aot #ymir #historia aot #psyche x medea #psyche medea #jjk nobara #nobara #wlw fluff #fluff #angst #fluff and angst #fluff and feels #oc insert #rosewine works🍷

[therosevines]

— it's almost like...

pairing: zayne x gn! reader

sypnosis: since when did zayne start feeling this way around you? he’s unsure. but one thing is certain.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: inspired by this line by kyo sohma from fruits basket!

cw: gender neutral! reader, comfort, fluff, brief mention of nightmares

when did he start thinking stupid, sappy things like that?

maybe it all started the very first time you started dragging him to the claw machines you were so entertained and mesmerised by; the whole reason why your finances had been so unstable in the first place.

zayne could not comprehend what aspect of the claw machines got you so fascinated, or even addicted, to them. to him, it was a waste of your money when he could have just gotten you a similar looking plushie from the toy store just across the street.

you refuted with something along the lines of how it was satisfying to watch as your hard work (and hard-earned money) finally pays off when the plushie gets released by the metal claw and falls right down the chute for collection.

zayne could not empathize with your mindset. because in all honesty, he found your expressions whilst trying to catch the plushies more entertaining than the claw machine itself. but at least he still gave you a little nod of acknowledgement instead of lecturing you, a working adult with horrible spending tendencies, on how to manage your finances.

another reason why he opted to spare you from his scolding was also because he could not stand that face you made whenever you spent all the tokens for the day only to have to leave the place empty-handed. sometimes, when he was in a good mood, zayne would consider chipping in a few more dollars for you if you begged him hard enough. but most of the times, he had to drag you back to his car so that he could drive you home.

he had half the mind to reprimand you on your irresponsible spending habits, and the other half wanting to comfort you as he could not bear the sight of you being all sulky and sad the whole ride back to your apartment. but instead, zayne gently pats your head, promising to bring you back to the claw machines when he is free, all just so you could catch that one particular plushie you spent half your bank account for.

the next time he brought you back to the claw machines, you swore to not leave the place until you had caught that limited snowman plushie you failed to catch the previous time you two were there. nevertheless, when you had gotten down to the last five tokens and no victory in sight, you began begging him to help you.

during all the times zayne had accompanied you to the claw machines, he had never really participated. he would occasionally chip in by pointing out to you which plushie would be easier to catch, or helping you look at the claw’s position from where he stood to ensure that the claw would actually close in on the plushie when it descended down. that was the first time he actually was the one controlling the claw.

the mental image of your expression was engraved in his mind; the way your eyes held all the stars in the galaxy when he bends down to take out the snowman plushie you have been trying to get for the past half an hour or so, the corners of your mouth pointed up as you looked up at him with a smile that beats even the sun itself. and he hadn’t even got to the part where you wrapped your arms around his bicep, your chest squished up against his muscles. you were hugging his arm so tightly that he thought his blood might stop circulating with the prickly sensation the tips of his fingers were feeling. oh, but how could he ever tell you that when you look like the epitome of beauty itself, staring up at him like you practically worshipped him?

and why?

the memory made the corner of zayne’s mouth curl upwards into a faint smile. he considered himself fortunate that no one roamed the hospital corridors at such a timing to be able to catch sight of him looking so… vulnerable. most of the doctors had already finished work and the nurses should be busy in the wards they had been assigned to.

swinging his office door open, zayne was planning to finish up a few medical reports and urgent documents before he could finally call it a day and head home to rest. however, the sight before his eyes made him halt in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.

the last thing zayne expected was to have a visitor in his office this late at night. he glanced up at the clock that promptly read ‘1:12am’, before back down at the figure that was sprawled on the black leather couch. he stared for a couple of seconds, wondering if there was any special reason why you were in his office in the first place.

zayne finally walked over to the side of the couch, kneeling by your side as he quietly noted your expression. although this time your eyes were closed and held no stars and your lips were not curled up into a smile, the warmth zayne felt slowly emitting in his chest was the exact same as back then when you were at the claw machines.

he reached his hand out towards you, with the intention of brushing away the stray locks of hair that were on your face. his fingers were edging closer, and closer to your cheek…

but he stopped, his fingers just a mere centimetre away from your cheek. he would hate to accidentally wake you up when you were finally able to get such blissful sleep after so long. for some reason, the nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went never seemed to follow you into zayne’s office. you once joked that zayne was your ‘life-sized dream catcher’, which only got an amused chuckle from the man himself.

zayne scooted himself closer to your sleeping figure on the couch. he silently took in all of your features. this sight was yet another one that was soon to be forever engraved in his head, whether he liked it or not.

he could only hope you were not too much of a devil to pop up in his mind to distract him while he was busy operating on patients in the day, and that you would be kind enough to stop by in his train of thoughts only after he has finished all his work.

upon closer inspection of your complexion, the first thing zayne noticed were the dark eyebags circling underneath your eyes. that was enough to tell him that the nightmares had not been giving you much opportunity to rest up until now.

as much as zayne did not like staying in his office overnight, he could never dream of leaving you here alone, or worse, waking you up after you had finally been able to get such good rest after weeks of sleepless nights.

he guessed he could make an exception, just for today.

this was the effect you had on him. zayne was slowly coming to the realisation that he could never escape from you— well, but it was not like he wanted to, anyways. maybe he enjoyed how his lips curled up into a faint smile around you, how he would always give in to you no matter the circumstances, how he started getting soft for you and how you never seemed to leave his mind even when you were not physically by his side.

sighing in defeat, zayne slipped his coat off his shoulders and used it to cover your body instead. with how you were currently curled up into a ball on the couch, he could take a guess or two that his office was freezing cold for someone as stubborn and dense as you, who was wearing a short sleeved shirt with no jacket on.

your lips curled up faintly into a smile when the warmth of his jacket embraced your ice-cold body and the scent of his cologne wafted into your nose. it was such a sweet expression that it took all of zayne’s self control to not lean in and plant a kiss on your soft lips right then and there.

instead, he gently brushed away the stray strands of hair tickling your face, his lips curling up into a smile at the sight of your sweet expression. he turned away from your sleeping figure to look at his work desk, where a familiar snowman plushie was sitting on top of it just right beside zayne’s laptop. the cute little smile on the snowman’s face kind of started reminding him of you.

which was such an irony because you gave him that snowman plushie claiming that it reminded you of him.

zayne turned back to look at your sleeping figure, admiring your features for a few more seconds. he would stay like this for the whole night if he could, but then he remembered the medical reports and documents he had to finish up before his next shift started, which should hopefully be after you have woken up.

unable to resist any longer, zayne leaned in to whisper,

it’s almost like…

“i love you.”

[therosevines]

— worth the wait.

pairing: rafayel x fem!reader

sypnosis: rafayel hates waiting. but maybe, just maybe, some things are worth waiting for. even if it takes 800 years.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: wrote this at 2am last night, might be a bit bad ><

all you felt right now was the cooling sensation of rafayel's hand pressed against your warm forehead.

a click of the tongue could be heard, the merman's normally relaxed expression now scrunched up in frustration.

oh, don't get him wrong. he wasn't mad at you; he never will be. he was mad at himself. how foolish he was to let you wait for him at your balcony for hours, even as the sun went to sleep and the moon rose up into the cloudy abyss.

it was never his intention to be late— rafayel always hated when others were late. however, this time was a little different. he had spent long hours in the sea, looking for the prettiest seashell or gemstone he wanted to gift to you.

afterall, a princess like yourself deserved an exquisite gift from her prince, did she not?

rafayel was young and ignorant at that time. he had underestimated how fast time flew by, and before he knew it, it was dark out when he emerged from the waters. panicked and guilty, he prayed that you hadn't spent your whole evening waiting upon his arrival.

the air was chilly at night, he used to nag at you often. he knew how easily you'd catch a cold from the night breeze. yet, the merman didn't find it the least bit surprising when he spotted you loyally sitting by your balcony, looking into the reflections of the ocean as you patiently awaited for his return.

"you silly girl." his chide was accompanied with a disappointed sigh. "i told you not to wait for me when it gets dark outside, did you forget my words?" he added, his index finger and thumb gently pinching your warm cheek.

you mumbled out a barely coherent response, the fever seemed to be messing with your senses. but rafayel was able to make out a faint 'i wanted to see you' amidst the rest of your nonsensical mumbles.

hearing your sweet answer made his heart sink with guilt. his sweet princess wanted to see him as soon as possible. you wanted for his vision to be filled with you and only you the moment he emerged from the waters. your loyalty and dedication also came with a pinch of possessiveness, something that rafayel knew all too well.

"imagine how the kingdom will react when they find out your highness caught a cold waiting for her merman of a lover." rafayel couldn't help but squeeze in a teasing remark or two even in a situation like this. he squeezed your cheek once again, gently.

you whined out a response, but rafayel just laughed and shook his head. "shh. i won't leave your side until you're all better. promise." his sweet whispers accompanied with the tips of his fingers combing through your hair were your lullaby for that night.

the last thing you saw that night was a blurry view of rafayel sitting by the edge of your bed, looking at something in the palm of his hand. “i'll give this to you once you're better.” the merman whispered to himself with a fond smile.

rafayel hated when people left him waiting. it left him with an anxious feeling. a sense of abandonment. and he couldn't help but wonder, was this what you felt 800 years ago, when you were waiting by the balcony for him? just imagining how your poor, fragile heart felt during those hours as the day turned to night made his heart ache tremendously.

perhaps karma finally struck him for making his poor princess wait outside alone 800 years ago, as he suffered a similar fate.

"you're late. i told you i hate it when people are late." rafayel frowned, his lips forming into a pout as he crossed his arms, turning away from you.

you only laughed and hugged his arm, standing on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his soft lips as repentance for your tardiness.

the merman only huffed. as you looked away from him, rafayel stole a quick glance at you from his peripheral vision. his gaze wandered to the seashell hanging around your neck.

rafayel hated when people left him waiting. but maybe, after finally being able to give his heart to you once again after 800 years, just maybe, the wait was all worthwhile.