How theyβd react to you jokingly not wanting to hold their hand.
Rafayel:
Dramatic bastard.
Heβs hurt that youβd dare not hold his hand.
Pouty mermaid man for the rest of the day, and when Thomas asks why he was being this way, Rafayel would dramatically say that you broke up with him.
Thomas -unaware of the situation- would text you and ask what the fuck Rafayel was on about, only for you to tell him that you wouldnβt hold his hand. π
Thomas: he told me you broke up with himβ¦
You: β¦why am I not surprised.
Rafayel for : WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY EX THOMAS?! π§π»ββοΈπ§π»ββοΈ
The other scenario is that he will forcibly hold your hand, intertwining your fingers so that you couldnβt pull away from him and stay like that for the entire day. Even if he has painting to finish he will try and do it one handed bc heβs extra like that.
You are currently in hand jail for a week according to Rafayel.
Xavier:
Is genuinely concerned and thinks that he mightβve done something/ something had happened recently to you.
Does not understand the concept of a joke sometimes.
Will sit you down and discuss the βissueβ only to to look dumbfounded when you tell him that no, nothing was wrong and that youβd gladly hold his hand anytime anyplace.
He looked like a confused puppy with its head tilted to the side when you tell him this. He is confused as to your reasoning for doing such a thing if you were more than okay with holding his hand in the first place.
βWhy did you pull your hand away from mine when I tried to hold your hand the first time?β
βXavier itβs a joke I swear-β
Heβll get over it sooner or later.
Zayne:
Sees through the bullshit.
He knows this game very well as heβs probably overheard his colleges do this prank on their partners to gauge their reaction.
So the moment you do this with him, he will only raise his brow and casually mention that he knows what youβre trying to do.
Heβs not as dramatic as raf nor takes it as serious as Xavier, but more of a neutral reaction. He knows you mean nothing by it if you donβt hold his hand and heβs not going to force you to hold his hand unless you wish to.
What a distinguished gentleman-
βIs there a reason that you participated in this trend?β Heβd inquire.
βOther than to see your reaction? No, not really.β Youβd reply.
βThen if youβve got your wanted result, may I hold your hand?β Then asks, holding out his large hand to you.
βIβll never get one over you, will I?β You asked as you placed your hand into his with a smile.
Zayne smiles softly. βI appreciate the attempts taken in trying, theyβre very entertaining.β
Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. Heβs an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he wonβt unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.
βAre you planning on staying up later than the stars?β he mumbles.
Thereβs a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long heβs been trying to coax you into going to bed.
βI wanted to finish this report for work.β
βThe report will be there tomorrow,β he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. βYou should go to bed. Otherwise, I canβt sleep.β
Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. βOh, so youβre really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?β
βWell, you canβt very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.β Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. βItβs your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.β
βRuined?β
βRamshackled,β he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. βHow do you expect me to sleep when I canβt hold you?β
Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.
βAlright, alright, you donβt have to beg.β
His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.
βI thought you enjoyed my begging.β
βThatβs different.β
βIt isnβt,β Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.
βIt is.β
βSo, you're resolute about that position?β he questions βinnocentlyβ. Thereβs something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else youβd lose it.
βYes.β
Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. βIn that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?β
Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You canβt blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.
βIβm almost done with the movie,β you tell him, hoping heβll cut you a little slack this one time.
βEveryone dies at the end of their own stupidity,β he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. βNow, sleep.β
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. βYouβre the worst.β
βIβm fine with that title if it gets you to rest,β he explains with a smooth yawn. βPoor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. Youβre more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particularββ
βI get it. I get it,β you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didnβt worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). βI hope youβre proud of yourself.β
βVery.β
Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.
βAm I really not getting a good night kiss?β
βDo you need one to sleep?β he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.
βDuh,β you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says βIs that soβ as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. Heβs always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. βThere has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?β
It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.
βYouβre thinking of dopamine,β he says.
βHuh?β
βThat makes you βall happyβ,β he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.
βAnd Serotonin.β
Another kiss, lower.
βOxytocin.β
Heβs at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.
βReduced cortisol.β
Flustered, you grip his arms.
βZayne, stop, it tickles,β you whine, but itβs the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.
His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,
βYou need it to help you sleep, isnβt that what you said?β
βWhy donβt you just say you donβt love me anymore?β
You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. Youβre resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. Youβre entirely confused as to what you couldβve done to make him think something like that.
βHuh?β
βYouβve been playing video games for whatβthe last two hours?β he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. Itβs too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. βWhat are you playing anyway? Anβ¦otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.β
Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. βSo, itβs one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.β
And by those things, you mean his dramatics.
βHush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,β he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that youβre completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. βWhatβs this game giving you that Iβm not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?β
Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. βYouβre plenty, perfect even.β
He scoffs and refuses to look at you. βApparently not. Donβt you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but youβre too busy to notice because youβre playing silly games?β
Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.
βRafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?β
βWant is a strong word,β he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, βbut I wouldnβt be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.β
Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. Youβre not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.
Teasingly, you coo at him. βYouβre so needy.β
βIβd rather say you humans arenβt needy enough,β he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. βAh, the sweet taste of victory.β
Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. βGo to sleep.β
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