Love and Deepspace x Reader

Chapter 39: Fragrant Dream

In the middle of the night you suddenly woke up. You look at Rafayel, he's still on your lap peacefully sleeping. You touch his forehead the fever is slowly going down.

Y/N:
          Thank God he's getting better. (Why did I dream about him dying).

You look around and see a bottle of perfume in the side table, you pick it up then sniff it. It gives an ocean vibes. On the bottle written was "made by Rafayel".

Y/N:
          So he can make perfumes too? Maybe this can help me sleep and have a better dreams.

You spray some through the air, its fragrance fills the room, your fingers brushing against the mermaid art on the bottle. You yawn and put it down. You look at Rafayel's peaceful face. You're eyes again starting to close.

Y/N:
          Good night, Little Mermaid.

As you fall asleep, you can hear the sound of waves and waters so close to your ears.

UNKNOWN:
          Your... magnificence...

UNKNOWN:
          Your Magnificence...

UNKNOWN:
          Your Magnificence!

You open your eyes, and there's a tiny red fish perched on the tip of your nose. Seeing that you're awake, it swishes its tail like a skirt being blown in the breeze.

Blue:
             Your Magnificence, you're finally awake! We have another visitor!

Red:
            Quick, put on your cloak! You are, after all, the most formidable and fearsome Witch of the Deep Sea. You need to maintain that sense of mystery!

It quickly drops a black cloak on you, which covers your body from head to toe.

Y/N:
           Wait... Your Magnificence? Are you talking to me?

Red:
           Your Magnificence, don't you remember? Have you been sampling your potions before they're ready again?!

Blue:
           You need to stop your habit of trying your potions as you're brewing them. You're not making soup, you know.

UNKNOWN:
           Excuse me, I am Rafayel. Are you the Witch of the Abyssal Rift?

Before you can understand what's going on, someone appears from the seaweed and approaches you.

Blue:
           How dare you barge in like that? That's so rude!

Red:
          Wrong! It's Your Magnificence!

Rafayel:
           ...Pardon me, Your Magnificence.

The handsome, young man flashes you a warm smile. He's basking in a radiant glow. You straighten your posture as you assume your role as a witch.

Y/N:
          What brings you here today? Do you want something?

Rafayel:
           I desire a magical potion that can transform me into a human. It is to fulfill a single wish.

Red:
          Oh, I know! You fell in love with a princess on the surface!

Blue:
          Or perhaps a beautiful and kind-hearted maiden.