love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel
fluff, fluff, FLUFF
zayne
his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in
he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.
“was this because i left you on read this afternoon?” his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile you’ve been trying really hard to suppress.
he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own. “should’ve known.”
you laughed, “but you did left me on read, how dare you?” his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didn’t even realize doing it. “alright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.”
you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didn’t bothered you one bit when he didn’t reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.
you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. “good work today, zayne.”
“hm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?”
xavier
he’s quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didn’t know why you’d turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.
he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.
your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?
xavier stared at you as he recalled today’s events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why you’d reject his kiss.
you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that you’re being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.
“you’re too playful at times,” he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. “sorry, will you forgive me?” you ran your fingers through the back of his head. “i’ll forgive you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,” he said.
you laughed, “okay then, if you insist.”
rafayel
oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. you’d think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think it’s just a face he made because you didn’t want him to kiss you.
“i see what this is,” he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldn’t let this slide. you challenged, “yeah? what is it?”
“you tell me. this is just the beginning isn’t it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know you’d be packing your bags, telling me you’ve fallen out of love.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as it’s ever been.
you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. “it was just a kiss rafayel, i wasn’t feeling it.” you replied, trying your best to sound serious.
“wasn’t feeling it?” he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, “it’s fine, it’s not like i was eager to kiss you either.” he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although it’s obvious he’s being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.
finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. “just so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.” you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. “i would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasn’t really that eager to kiss me?” you raised an eyebrow.
his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. “it’s okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? it’d disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.” he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.
“sure, let’s go with that excuse.” you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.
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Viking simon genuineoy getting annoyed by the healer constantly seeking his attention when he just wants his kids hanhing off his arms and his silly ggoose of a wife scratching his hair that he literally pushes the healer to viking gaz
he just goes "hes a good man and a great provider bother him instead"
viking!simon my love <3
c/w: fluff, children, simon loves being a dad
shes really just not getting the hint, is she? night after night following your husband around like about puppy when he’s simply just trying to spend time with you and his children. it doesn’t matter how many times he attempts to tell her that he’s too busy for this, she tells him she doesn’t mind
“I mind.” simon grunts out, turning his attention back toddler squirming in his lap as they desperately try and escape his hold so they can run around the feast and cause mayhem
meanwhile, you sit right by his side with your little one tucked into your chest and nursing happily. your husbands cloak draped over your shoulders to give you some privacy. smiling as you listen to simon shut down her attempts at bothering him
he stands up, hoisting the toddler so they’re snug on his hip and grabbing her wrist before stomping off over to where kyle was sat. he pushes her into the seat next to him, ignoring gaz’s look of confusion
“kyle is need of a wife. I am not. he’s a good man, he’ll take care of you.” simon says, ignoring his toddlers grabby hands when they reach up to tug and yank on his hair, chewing on the ends of his braids. he doesn’t give either of them a chance to respond before he’s stomping back over to where you’re sat
plants his toddler back in his lap, securing them with a burly arm wrapped around them. you smile when you hear simon let out an exaggerated groan of pain, looking over to see your child gnawing on his forearm. their little teeth doing nothing to hurt their warrior of a father
“I’ll bite you back, you know?” simon grunts, a playful tone hidden in the words. and when your child doesn’t stop, he lifts their hand up to his mouth and ever so gently chomps down on their little fist. his teeth barely even grazing the skin whilst your toddler giggles and squeals at the playful growls your husband lets out like a lion playing with their cubs
you watch with a small smile, internally grateful to the gods for gifting you a good man
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