Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🐚 Calling him husband for the first time 🐚

Once Linkon is back to its usual self and all the spatial dimensions have vanished, life is also back to normal once more, despite one thing. The wedding-like memory you have made with Rafayel back in his corrupted home.

Reminiscing over the walk above the water, his fall to his knees, the question, the gaze of him, and last but not least the silver ring that now adorns the matching finger...

It leaves you blushing and giggling every time.

And you come up with an idea to tease your fishie about it.

So one afternoon as you're both with him in his unfazed home, cooking dinner together you walk up to him, slipping your arms around his slender waist and cradling your head between the blades of his shoulder.

Rafayel doesn't flinch despite being so focused on stirring the sauce for your meal. "Distracting the cook isn't a good idea, Cutie." comes his comment, not hiding the smile in his voice and a quick glance at you, pressed into his back.

And you grin, already prepared a remark in your head. "Surely, my husband can forgive me for this crime."

This gets a delicious reaction from him.

The smooth stirring movements come to a sudden halt, Rafayel's breath hitches, and his face. Oh, his face! A deep crimson hue spreads out over his cheeks and his neck. Within a mere second, he looks like a boiled lobster.

With an embarrassed cough which he hides by holding his fist in front of his mouth, your fishie tries to play down his bewilderment. "What did you say?"

Delighted, you giggle, lift your head from between the valley of his back and with using him as a safe stand you rise to your tiptoes to whisper slowly into his ear: "I said you are my husband."

Rafayel blushes deeper if this is even possible and with a swift move you are turned around, and your back is now pressed against the kitchen counter beside the stove. Your chest is pressed against his toned body and big eyes, filled with stormy blue and fiery red now gaze deep into your own. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his lips, the redness of his face beautifully highlighted by this.

"Then you surely have nothing against rewarding me for being such a good cook. Right, my sweet darling wife?" before kissing you, lips gentle and reverent on yours.

Now it's your turn to feel all flushed and hot.