when you let “I love you” slip by accident
pairing: Zayne/Mc, Rafayel/Mc, Xavier/Mc
note: Zayne’s is kinda based off his card “tranquil heart’
“Please, don’t ignore me Zayne.” you pleaded, protruding your bottom lip. He’s at his desk, typing away on his laptop. You saunter around him, leaning over in hopes of catching his glance. He stops typing and sighs.
“Ignoring you has never crossed my mind.” he turns his head towards you.
“Then don’t be mad at me anymore. I am sorry! I won’t sneak out of the hospital again and I’ll listen to you more, I swear.” there is slight sadness in your tone and his eyes meticulously study your expression. Your brows are scrunched and your eyes are glistening.
He sits back in his chair. “I can’t be mad at you, even if I wanted to.”
Your eyes widen and silence falls for what feels like an eternity. You stare at his face and he says nothing, doing the same to you.
“I love you.” you say quietly, but definitely loud enough for him to hear. He straightens his posture, shock overwriting his serious guise. You quickly realise what you said, not meaning to. Not at this time, not ever possibly.
You immediately slap your hand over your mouth and stand straight. You surprised yourself.
“Is that how you feel?” he asks, picking himself up from the chair and standing before you. Even though his heart is beating fast, he’s afraid of losing control of his powers. He seems like he’s cool and composed but if he could, he would spill every feeling and emotion he has for you. It pains him, appearing to you like he doesn’t care that much. So he’s trying to find ways to prove himself to you without the risk of this curse hurting you.
You nod slowly, his reaction not looking too promising to you so you prepare for a rejection. Your eyes sting and you’re doing your best from preventing any tears from pooling in them.
He takes your hands in his, raising them to his mouth. He plants a few kisses on top of them and then looks at you with a softened gaze.
It’s like he’s trying to tell you with his eyes, you’ve never seen him look at you so lovingly.
You smile, slipping your hands out of his gentle grasp and wrap your arms around him. Zayne mimics you, holding you close to him. He kisses the top of your head, melting into your embrace. You hear his heartbeat loud and clear, you take it as a confirmation.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you Mc’ he continues to repeat in his head.
It’s hard not to look at Rafayel. He exudes beauty and confidence, natural charm. There’s always someone that craves his attention whether they’re a fan of his work or they have no idea who the hell he is. You’re taking in every small detail of his face, wondering how his skin is so smooth with no bumps. His lashes are long and thick. His lips soft and plump.
You're soon met with his eyes, still slightly puffy from your night's sleep. Fresh morning air flows into the room through the partly opened window, waving the curtains that invite the coolness. The sun peers in persistently as if it's encouraging the living to awake.
The corners of his lips rise and he ruffles his own hair, hating how messy it probably is.
"Ahhh," his voice is low and groggy, "So creepy! Have you been staring at me this whole time?"
You nod, holding a fairly serious facial expression. He notices that maybe you're not in the mood for jokes yet. Rafayel rolls onto his side, scooting closer to you.
"Are you okay?" he asks, appearing solemn.
He wasn't expecting a confession like that and seemingly, you weren't either.
Embarrassed, you try to hide your face with his duvet.
"Wha-! Hey! Don't hide from me!" he's now fully woken up and he's desperately tugging on the duvet, not expecting your strength. He knew you're strong, but damn.
You finally give in and he's hovering over you, gazing deeply into your eyes. His smile is sweet and genuine. His fingers gently brush over your warm cheek before leaning down to press his lips against yours. He's greeted with a sweet, minty taste on your breath from brushing your teeth earlier. He cups your cheeks, deepening his kiss as if he waited for it forever. Pulling away, the tip of his nose grazes over yours and he returns to your eye contact. His thumb strokes your cheek and he appreciates this moment.
"It feels like I waited eight hundred years to hear it again. I love you, Mc, you have no idea how much."
"Why didn't you take an umbrella with you? I texted you that it would rain today." he sounds somewhat strict, but his soft voice is still like relaxing background noise while he's drying your hair with a towel.
"Oops that's right. Sorry. I just forgot." you shrug your shoulders, closing your eyes as he's pretty much massaging your scalp at this point.
He shakes his head. "You'll get sick."
Your mouth curves into a cheeky grin. "Then I guess you'll just have to take care of me until I'm healthy again."
He pauses, tossing the damp towel over his couch and leaving the space behind you to stand in front of you. He's trying so hard to be stern with you, clearly worried about your being but he just looks adorable.
"Mc, you have to look after yourself and quit messing around."
Smiling, you hold onto his shoulders and shake him a little. "I know, I know! Don't worry about me!"
"I'm serious." he places his hands on your upper arms, giving them a gentle squeeze.
You throw your head back in a feigned frustration to ease the situation. You hang your arms over his neck. "Xav, I love you but you're such a worrywart."
His eyes widen and he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug. Despite not meaning to say it yet, he reacted well. His heart hammers against his chest.
He buries his face in your neck. His breathing is a bit slower and controlled. He's not crying is he? Or trying not to. You are somewhat confused but you let it happen if that's what it is. Everyone has their reasons.
"Xav?" you say his name in a concerning manner and in response he holds you tighter. You rub his back in a soothing way, drawing circles with your fingers here and there.
"I'm so glad." he almost whispers. "I'll always love you."
