My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
A continuation of Rafayels "Private Tripe" Card, based on the following request I got on my tumblr blog:
*cough cough* Iraaaaaa hii😇 After your recent posts and thoughts, I feel like a short fic inspired from Private trip - fluff and the bond establishment, along with some NSFW, is a must if possible 🌚
(Poor Zayne tho, we shouldn't torment him like that 😂😂 I've been laughing for some time thinking about it that is so wrong but omgg)
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"Do I really need a reason to be together with you?" Rafayel looks at you a bit shyly, as if he's afraid you would refuse him.
"Never!", you think. You love him more than he knows. So you stroll over to him at a leisurely pace, coming to a halt right in front of him. With a small warm smile you wrap your arms around his slender waist, pulling him closer to you.
Rafayels face turns a bit red through this action, his gaze filled with confusion and curiosity.
"You don't need a reason. I really like spending time with you, you know?" you assure him, and lean your head on his chiseled chest. His scent envelops you and his arms slip around your middle to retort the embrace.
The Lemurian is content and seems to enjoy this tender and quiet moment with you in the shadow of the mountains' god statue.
That is when you pull the pink ribbon out of his pocket without attracting his attention. As soon you close your fist around the soft silk strand, you ease back on him. With a little push on his chest you gain some distance and start running down the trail you were coming from earlier.
"Ha! I snatched your ribbon! Come and catch me, you lame sea snail, if you want it back!" You laugh cheerfully and swing the ribbon up in the air, clearly for him to see.
"You!" Rafayel sighs startled, before starting to chase you down the mountain path. You just laugh again and speed up on the way, determined to win this silly competition.
Meanwhile in Linkon City, Dr. Zayne's office:
Zayne works at his desk, typing reports into his computer as a strange feeling is creeping up inside him. Momentarily distracted, he pauses and looks around.
There's nothing abnormal in his office, but the strange feeling still lingers with him, as he suddenly heard your voice calling out to him. It's faint, barely hearable, but it was there.
Confused, he raises from his chair, taking a few steps into the large space of the room. It's not possible that he could hear you... you aren't even in Linkon as you told him a few days ago at one of your appointments. Why did he hear your voice?
Back at the guest's house at Mt. Greenvine:
You look at the pink ribbon that feels smooth between your fingers, now sitting in the bedroom at the house the artist's friend let you stay in during your private trip. It's the one Rafayel has brought back from the mountain and which you won and claimed as yours in the end. Of course, you won, because of your advantage, but it was a close victory. You still smile at the hilarious race down the mountain trail.
