𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, ruel imagines

(🪐) 𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ruel x gender neutral reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the reader wakes up to see ruel making vanilla muffins, which leads to singing love songs at dawn
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: n/a
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: fluff

(🎋˚ · •🎍 ͎₊° 🧺 °⋆⁺. °🍸༉‧₊˚.⋆)

𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐞: a love song sung at dawn

(🎋˚ · •🎍 ͎₊° 🧺 °⋆⁺. °🍸༉‧₊˚.⋆)

My eyes open softly, as I rub them with my fingers to rid myself of the blurry surroundings. I turn my head to look at the space next to me empty, as I begin to feel cold without his embrace. I look at the time from my phone it to be just 5.53 in the morning.

I get out of the bed, the cold floor making me shiver slightly. I pick up my blanket and wrap it around my body as I walk out of the room. Through the closed curtains of the room, I can feel slight warm light seeping through. As I walk out, I listen to soft music playing from the kitchen, and the aroma of vanilla accompanying the air. I reach the kitchen to notice Ruel's bare back facing me, a few baking ingredients and equipment surrounding him, and a record player kept not so far from him.

I walk up to him and softly, yet firmly wrap my arms around his waist. I notice goosebumps begin to rise against his skin, but he immediately relaxes once he realises it's me.

"Hey love," he says, his voice slightly raspy.

"Hey," I mumble against his back, being so close to him has already begun filling me with warmth. "What are you making?"

"Just some vanilla muffins," He replies. I lean my head to the left to look at him stirring a spatula through a beautiful, completely non-lumpy batter. I watch him pour the batter in the moulds and put them in the oven to bake. Once that's done, he diverts his attention towards me.

Ruel softly runs his hand through my hair as he keeps his hand against my cheek. His thumb caresses the skin on my cheek softly.

"I love you so much," He whispers. "So so much,"

"I love you just the same bubs," I tell him, as I place a soft kiss on his nose. He smiles at me, before he lets go of me and picks up his guitar kept on the table - which I didn't notice before. He messes around with the chords a bit, running his fingers across the stretched strings. Finally he begins to strum them in a regular manner, creating a serene melody which perfectly accompanies the vanilla odour which is spread throughout the kitchen.

"Put your head on my shoulder,
Hold me in your arms baby,
Squeeze me oh so tight,
Show me that you love me too,"

I smile at his song choice. He remembers why this song holds so much importance for us - we sang it and danced to it under the rain on our first date.

I rest my head on his shoulder, as I hear him slightly chuckle through his words. He continues to sing.

"Put your lips next to mine dear,
Won't you kiss me once baby,
Just a kiss goodnight maybe,
You and I will fall in love,"

I slowly close my eyes, his melodious voice calming me entirely - that's the effect his voice has on me. It has never failed to rid me of my worst anxieties and thoughts.

"People say that love's a game,
A game you just can't win,
If there's a way, I'll find it someday,
And then this fool will rush in,
Put your head on my shoulder,
Whisper in my ear baby, the words I want to hear,
Tell me, tell me that you love me too,"

Ruel continues to strum the guitar in silence, while my head still lays on his shoulder. He stops to strum the guitar and softly places a kiss on my head. The oven begins to beep, so Ruel opens it up to pull out fresh, hot vanilla muffins from the oven. He carefully pulls one muffin out of its mould, breaks a small piece, blows on it to make it a little colder and puts it in my mouth.

I hum at the sweet taste of vanilla spreading through my mouth, before eating another whole muffin. Ruel smiles at me as he continues to eat one too.

After that's done, I feel him pick me up and take me to our room, and lay me on the bed.

"I hope I always get to sing love songs for you at dawn," He whispers, kissing my cheek. A few seconds later, I feel the bed slightly dip next to me, and feel his figure encase my figure, before I find myself drifting off to sleep.

(🎋˚ · •🎍 ͎₊° 🧺 °⋆⁺. °🍸༉‧₊˚.⋆)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

god, give me someone who will sing 'put your head on my shoulder' for me 🥺🥺 I swear I felt so soft writing this <33

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐤𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚𝐡

(🎋˚ · •🎍 ͎₊° 🧺 °⋆⁺. °🍸༉‧₊˚.⋆)

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