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LITTERING MY CRAP HERE Currently in LaDs hell!

[lowkeylaufeysons]

xavier's last thoughts. major character death warning (xavier and mc). mild spoilers for the ending of "where stars scatter".

marching home xavier/gn!mc | shen xinghui/gn!mc

Xavier, King, Grandis Knight, Lightseeker, Backtracker, student, lover (just a man, just Xavier) understood that this was the end. That this was the price they should pay to have another chance.

He pulls you closer with a concerted effort, holding your entwined hand to his cheek. Despite his best attempts, you fuss over him, clumsily trying to warm up his cheeks. The smile on his face will have to suffice.

He's glad for this simple, mundane act of love from you. He's been grateful for every single moment. He would do it again, and again, and again for as long as you want him in your lives. How lucky he was, to have safety in knowing that loving you was the right path, the only path. How blessed was he to have such grand purpose in life to be by your side?

The surety of his devotion, his oath gives him peace.

At least this time you're not alone, and for that, Xavier thinks, it has all been worth it.

The softest of sighs lets Xavier know it won't be long now.

He hangs on selfishly--- for just one beat longer-- because he wants to be in your life for as long as possible, so that you never have to know of a world without him. He hangs on to fulfill the vow he swore on Uluru.

It doesn't matter that this was brief (so brief).

His thoughts start to cloud. He's done all he can here.

Xavier presses his lips to your temple one more time, and pulls you in as close as he can so that he can leave Philos with the scent of your hair on his nose, your kiss on his lips. He'll get more next time, there will be more next times, more first times, he just knows it.

Xavier turns his gaze to the stars, and searches for you again.

note: ok hopefully that was enough and now i can go back to writing hornknee instead :') i will be thinking about his myth for a long long time

[lowkeylaufeysons]

notes: mild spoilers for xavier's 'eulogy of light'. banter/flirting. pre-relationship.

the favourite ✶⋆.˚ xavier / gn!mc

The guards nod as Xavier approaches the entrance to your private quarters. If they were surprised to see the former crown prince at such a late hour, they didn't make it known.

He opens the door with a press of his thumb and continues into your bedchamber, thankful that his previous life made him intimately familiar with this portion of the palace. How ironic that you occupy the very chambers he once did.

But times have changed, and he is no longer the Crown Prince. Now, his relation to power is entirely different.

If you're surprised by his arrival, it doesn't show.

"You're earlier than expected," is all you say. Careful, measured as always.

Xavier steps forward, holding your gaze through the mirror as you remove your earrings, carelessly tossing them onto the vanity.

"The Secretary said I am your favorite," he can't stop the amused quirk of his smile.

He lets the word hang in the air, watching as you suddenly avert your eyes. How curious.

"Favorite" feels nice on his tongue, perhaps a little foreign. He'd been the favorite to succeed the throne, the favorite to win duels and races in the past— but someone's favorite? Your favorite? That was a title he could get behind in this new age.

"It's an interesting choice of words, Your Highness."

You scoff, "It was the easiest way to give you access to the imperial archives and my chambers without raising eyebrows."

Don't get ahead of yourself, is the underlying message. Too bad, he thinks, it's an empty threat. If you didn't want him here, he would've been long gone. But instead you've showered him in luxury, given him unfettered access to the palace, taken the time to bring him to modernity, and accompanied him on excursions to the city. Even with the guise of "royal hospitality", it's a lot.

He wants to see this play out. He's fairly confident but he wants to be sure.

"Unless times have changed…" he drawls, gloved hand sweeping your hair back revealing the column of your neck. It would be nice to adorn your skin with something other than jewels, something a little more warm, more organic than cool metal. Something that he can give. "Being the Empress' favorite usually comes with certain responsibilities."

The hair standing up on your neck has nothing to do with the temperature inside the chambers.

He savors the shiver rippling down your spine— the subconscious movements that couldn't be quashed by years of courtly training, the ones that betray you. You blink and recompose yourself, looking back at him with a defiant jut of your chin.

"We should make this convincing," he murmurs, right into the shell of your ear, thumbing the clasp of your necklace. He's crossing the line of decorum here, assuming an intimacy he hasn't quite earned yet, but everything he wants right now is on the other side of polite.

And you're letting him get away with it, eyes darting to his hand at your neck, letting him linger, letting him get far too close.

"Only you and I know how cold the throne is," he whispers," but the other parts of your life don't have to be."

"What are you—?"

"I'm the Empress's favorite, and she's summoned me to her quarters in the dead of night," he presses a chaste kiss at the back of your hand, "I'm simply anticipating her needs at this hour."

Your eyes narrow, still unsure even as you lean into his touch, "And what would my favorite know about what I need?"

Xavier says nothing, merely smiling at you through the mirror, holding your gaze as he trails his gloved hand down the line of your back, letting you feel the weight of his touch. He circles his arms around your waist, relishing every sensation before responding.

"I know that it's the same as mine, Your Highness."

notes: yes there will be a part two!!1! I am just so in love with this card that I wrote this on my phone in between playing "Eulogy of Light". Xavier mains are being fed SO GOOD RN AND I'M SO FULL OF IDEAS AAAA. Tysm for reading! Comments/reblogs/likes are always appreciated

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[justynaart92]

Sylus - Casablanca 1942🐦‍⬛

Caleb - Ghost 1990🍎

Zayne - Pride & Prejudice 2005⛄️

Rafayel -Titanic 1997🐠

Xavier - Romeo and Juliet 1996🐇

[clov3rfie1ds]

Romeo and Juliet >< by meeee

Im actually so broke rn idt i can pull on this banner AHHHHH

[mylittleprince-xav]

You take good care of me 🥰🌟❤️

Tags: fluff, nsfw, my darling star xavie

Before I could get the key into the keyhole, the doorknob opened with Xavier standing on the other side of the door with a gentle smile on his face.

“Welcome ho-“ Xavier’s greeting was cut short as my knees gave way towards him. I was waiting for my crash into the floor, but it never came. Instead, I felt two steady hands holding my arms and pulling me into a warm embrace.

“Xavier, you’re awake,” I yawned as I heard soft music playing in the background.

“Are you hurt?” His voice urgent with concern as he held me a little further away from him to inspect me for injuries.

I quickly reassured him, “No, I’m fine, just exhausted,” before yawning once again.

I heard a sigh of relief and he said, “You can wash up and go to bed.”

I shook my head and pouted, “I can’t lift a finger anymore. I’m too tired.”

He smiled and without another word, princess lifted me effortlessly into the house, letting the door close behind us. I threw my arms around his neck and leaned against his chest, shutting my eyes to get some rest.

Amidst the soft music, my stomach betrayed me by making the loudest growl known to mankind. My eyes widened as I felt Xavier’s gaze on my head. I quickly buried my face into his chest and felt his deep chuckle against my cheek.

“Looks like someone is hungry for some late night snack,” he teased.

“Technically, it’s dinner for yesterday. We didn’t have time to eat chasing that last wanderer into the forest. We were all too exhausted to eat after the end of the mission too,” I answered quickly to justify the embarrassing sound my tummy made.

“You haven’t eaten for more than a day? That won’t do,” the concern in his voice returned as he turned around to set me down on the sofa instead. After I reluctantly released his neck, he lifted my legs to set them on the ottoman and set a pillow behind my neck.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he disappeared into the kitchen. I think I had 5 minutes of shut eye when I was awoken with a soft pat on my arm and a soft aroma in the air.

“I reheated the wonton soup that I got since I knew you were coming back today. Here, I’ll feed you,” he said gently as he raised a spoon with a wonton up to my lips.

I blinked at him blankly, surprised that he was so prepared for my return.

He reminded again, “Say ah.”

“Ah.”

I ate the wontons that Xavier fed me one by one and savoured all the attention he was giving me. He patiently watched me eat and even cleaned the sides of my mouth gently with a tissue.

“You remembered that I like this wonton soup,” I commented.

“Of course. I forget most things, but I remember everything about you,” he stated like a matter of fact.

“I’m full now,” I grinned, feeling a little stronger.

“Good, time to wash up,” he smiled back.

“I still can’t move,” I sighed wearily and raised my arms up.

He set the bowl down and lifted me off the sofa. I quickly koala-hugged him and he carried me all the way into the bathroom shower. I didn’t want to let go even in the shower.

“Are you too tired to wash up?” I nodded against his shoulder.

“I can help you shower if you are too tired,” he offered innocently.

My eyes widened and my face became warm. I finally released my legs from around his waist and set my feet on the ground.

“I can wash up myself,” I said sheepishly.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” he said before leaving me alone to shower.

After a quick 10 minute shower, I stepped out in undergarments and a robe, surprised to see Xavier standing right outside the bathroom. I giggled internally, realising that he probably stood right outside waiting for 10 minutes, just like he said he would. He instinctively picked me up once again and I gladly let him carry me to the bedroom.

Xavier was about to tuck me into bed when I retorted, “Wait, my hair is too wet now and I haven’t done my skincare yet.”

“Oh. I’ll help you with those then,” he replied plainly. He set me down at the foot of the bed before going to take the hairdryer from the second drawer of my dresser. After plucking in the hairdryer and grabbing my comb from the vanity, he set the hairdryer on the second setting of heat and intensity before he started blow drying my hair.

“How do you know where I kept the hairdryer and which setting to use?” I asked curiously as I watched him work skilfully through the mirror of my vanity.

He only smiled back in response. I didn’t probe further as I enjoyed the warm winds and the feeling of his hands in my hair. He never rushed with the blow drying and worked gently on the knots that he encountered, making sure not to hurt me.

After 15 minutes, my hair was completely dry. He then continued to keep the hairdryer back in the dresser and brought my skincare tray to the bed. I open my mouth to give him instructions, but he was already opening my toner and pouring it out onto him hands before gently patting it into my skin.

I sat there speechlessly watching him work.

“Look up,” he prompted gently as he warmed my eye cream on his fourth fingers.

At this point, I felt a pang of jealousy in my stomach as I imagined him learning these from another girl. I raised my hand up to stop him and asked, “Xavier, who did you learn this from?”

He started to blush and averted his gaze.

“Xavie-“

“You.” He said quietly.

I cocked my head to the side, uncertain if I heard him correctly.

“I… always watch you do your hair and skincare. By now, I just know.” He answered bashfully.

A feeling of warmth and happiness bloomed in my chest and I looked up at his clear blue eyes full of nothing but love and longing. A saying rang in my head: To be loved is to be known. I smiled back at him and pull his hands back to my face for him to finish my routine, which he did with a small smile on his face.

I watched him walk to set my skincare tray back on the vanity and back to me, ready to tuck me into bed. I chided myself quietly, ashamed that I ever doubted his loyalty.

I reached out to hold his hand, then hesitated, “Xavier, I want…”

“What do you want, my love?” A flash of concern appeared on his face.

“I want a kiss.”

Xavier looked at me for a second, before smirking slightly and leaning in to peck my lips sweetly.

“Ready to sleep?” He asked again.

“I want… more.” I requested quietly.

He chuckled, a sound so beautiful, before entering my stretched out arms for a deeper, sweeter kiss. He smelt of clean laundry and tasted of mint. My arms around his neck pulled him backwards as we fell onto the bed, with him supporting his own weight around the sides of my body.

He was the first to break the kiss, but I kept my arms around his neck.

“Someone sure is strong even though she’s exhausted,” he teased.

I blushed and looked to the side, “It’s because someone else is being too sweet today.”

Xavier used his hand to cup my cheek, making me face him once again as he used his thumb to brush the hair aside, “I’d do anything for you.”

Emboldened and spoilt, I demanded, “Then, I want more.”

“Someone is also being very honest today,” he smiled and kissed my forehead. “Lay back. I’ll do everything.”

He leaned in again for the third kiss, our tongues circling each other in a synchronised dance. He loosened my robe to expose my body and used one hand to slide up the side of my stomach and cup my breast before giving it a squeeze. I returned the favour and slid my hand under his sweater to feel his packs and find his chest, making him moan into my mouth.

His mouth trailed down my chin and my neck, both leaving sweet kisses on some parts and sucking on other areas to leave behind hickeys.

“Ah- Xav,”I moaned and tugged on his sweater as I craved for more skin contact.

His lips left my body briefly for him to remove his sweater and pants in two swift motions. I took the moment to appreciate his body once again. We’ve done this before, but I always find myself in awe of his muscles and scars from past battles every time. Soon, his lips were back on my body, trailing my collar bones, breasts and tummy.

“Xavier, please,” I cooed as my core ached for more. Hearing my pleas, he knelt up and pulled my panties off with one hand and tugged his boxers off with another. His lightblade stand erected when he pulled out a condom from behind him.

“Where did you get that?” I wondered, genuinely surprised that he was prepared for this.

He shrugged nonchalantly and answered while slipping the condom on, “I prepared it so that I won’t make a mess in you.”

I laughed, reminded that this man was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, not that I was complaining.

“Kiss me again, Xavier,” I called for him as my arms were missing him again.

With one hand, he lined up his tip at my opening which was already wet from our kisses, and the other hand cradled the back of my head. His length slowly entered me as we kissed, his mouth swallowing my moans.

He began pumping in and out of me steadily, mouth never once leaving mine. My hands roamed his back as he slowly picked up the pace, making my moans increase in pitch and my hips rock involuntarily to match his tempo.

His hand that was on my breast slowly made its way down to find my clit and began circling the sensitive spot with its thumb.

“Xav-ah!” This time I broke the kiss to gasp for air. To steady myself, I had to clutch the bedsheet with one hand as the pleasure build up with Xavier’s speed. His strokes were rapid and rhythmic as he controlled his groans to a minimum even though my walls were convulsing uncontrollably around him.

“Xavier, come with me!” I exclaimed, and he nodded as he made a couple more deep thrusts and grunted breathlessly alongside my heightened pants.

He finally collapsed next to me after his ejaculation, and my eyelids were half closed after my orgasm. In my blurry vision, I saw Xavier get up after a few moments to remove the now-filled condom and pull his boxers back on before leaving the room. As I slowly lost consciousness, I felt him dabbing a warm towel on my opening to clean my own juices off myself, before he slipped my panties back on and tied up my robe around me.

I felt myself get lifted off one part of the bed and laid back where my head touched my pillow. I adjusted myself as Xavier tucked me into bed. I slurred, “You take such good care of me.”

I felt the blanket closed around me and another peck on my forehead. “Anything for you, my love.”

After that, I fell into one of the deepest and sweetest slumbers I have had in a long time.

[symphonyofdeepspace]

🎶 Q & A 🎶

Welcome to our Q&A Post!

We've already gotten some questions about our zine! Happy to answer them here! First of all, check out our carrd's FAQ page, you may find some answers already there for you ☺️ Feel free to comment or send an anonymous ask if you have any further questions!

Q. For the samples, do we need to submit LADS/Xavier-centric fics, or are we allowed to submit fics from other fandoms too? Also, can we submit excerpts of longers pieces?

A. We prefer Xavier-centric or LADS fics for your samples! We also accept non-LADS fics. You may include excerpts from longer fics but you must state this information in your application😊

Q. Hi! I'm applying as a writer, and never did zines before. Is it okay to post a fic submission in my own online archive some time after the zine's release?

A. Of course! However, we humbly ask that you include a link to the zine when you post it please and thank you! 🥺 We are also planning for an AO3 collection if you would like to include your fic that!

Q. For writers, can we submit NSFW samples? Or must they be SFW only?

A. Preferred SFW samples as this is a SFW zine! But we do accept NSFW samples too

Q) What is a pinch hitter?

A. A pinch hitter acts as a reserve member. If a contributor drops out of the zine, we would contact pinch hitters to ask if they are interested in filling in for the empty slot!

Q. Can we submit non-english songs?

A. Yes! We accept any language as long as it is available on Spotify and Youtube! We will screen the submitted songs to ensure nothing offensive is included.

Q. How many contributors will you be accepting?

A. We are planning for the song playlist to be 2hrs max and estimate about 30 songs can fit in that time frame. Based on that, we plan for 31 contributors: 20 artists, 10 writers and 1 cover artist. Also the 3 mods will be joining in (because we love Xavier too!) Therefore, the actual total contributors on board will be 34!

Q. Is there a possibility this could be a paid thing?

A. Nope, we decided this will be a free zine as this is the Mods first time hosting a zine! We'd like to take it easy for now. But if there's interest for future zines then we'll consider it!

Q. Are soundtracks/ost allowed?

A. Yes! As long as its on Spotify and Youtube. But we will not accept LADS OST!

Q. If multiple song suggestions have been submitted in the form or if we have more ideas, can we discuss before finalising which song to draw for?

In all cases we will be assigning a song from those that you entered in the form, and that is the one your work should be based on / inspired by! Unfortunately there won't be any discussions about more songs at the moment

[aryabrier]

My second drawing for lads sketch zine by ezu team

(two versions because the typography told us the first one can't pass censorship...)

[oceanbloomz]

⋆｡°✩ holding the world in my hands | lads x reader

synopsis: comparing hands with the boys (pre-relationship) ♡

cw: happy valentine’s day! fluff, cursing, light suggestiveness, slight angst (Caleb’s, sorry) with comfort, spoilers for Caleb’s story, clichéness…lol

X A V I E R ｡˚○

“This is so unfair!”

You groaned into your hands as the split screen on the TV rubbed your loss in your face. “How do you keep winning?! You have to be cheating…”

“Why would I do that?” he mused while grabbing his drink from the coffee table and taking a sip.

“I don’t know! You clearly know something about the game that I don’t…” you folded your arms over your chest before sinking into the sofa in defeat.

Noticing your pout, he waved his controller in the air. “Are the controllers different sizes?”

“I don’t think that’s possib—hey!” you yelped as Xavier stole your controller from where you had left it on the couch. Sitting up, you made several poor attempts to take it back which Xavier easily dodged.

Flipping it in his hands as you demanded your controller back, he hummed with a determined glint in his eyes. “Maybe you have smaller hands…”

At his words, you held your hands in front of you. “I doubt that’s the problem…” your voice trailed off.

“…”

“Uh, Xavier?”

“Yeah?”

His hand was splayed against yours, skin surprisingly cool against your own. He inspected the comparison for a moment before drumming his fingertips against your own.

“I guess that’s not it,” he concluded, but he didn’t move to pull his hand away, and neither did you.

Finally tearing your gaze off of your touching palms, you looked to Xavier who was already watching you. A pale pink dusted his cheeks yet his expression remained ever-so stoic.

“Hmm…” he pondered, shifting his hand to allow his fingers to entangle with yours before closing. Your eyebrows raised before you mirrored his actions with a grin, locking your hands together.

“What’s this?” you giggled as you shake your joined hands.

“Could be that your hands are sore from fighting wanderers all day.”

“Oh, you think so?”

He nodded with a seemingly serious look, though the slight curl of his lips told you all you needed to know. “We should take a break from the game. Don’t want you to get a cramp.”

You adjusted your hold on him, your hand now wrapped more comfortably around his. You relaxed back onto the cushions and craned your head back, looking at Xavier with lidded eyes. “What do you suggest we do then?”

The light blush he once wore returned along with a small smile as he glanced away. “I have a few ideas…”

An hour later, with a blanket draped across both of your legs, Xavier’s tired eyes went in and out of focus on the movie you had chosen trying to fight sleep. They widened when the weight of your head appeared on his shoulder.

Eyes already shut and breathing slow, your sleeping face caused his eyes to soften, followed by him laying his head on yours, the sweet scent of your shampoo flooding his senses. With a content sigh, Xavier followed you to dream land.

He never let go of your hand.

Z A Y N E ｡˚○

Happy Snowman was in rough shape.

The poor plush’s popsicle accessory had gotten snagged and was this close to falling off. You immediately called Zayne to come save the day.

‘Zayne, are you busy? It’s urgent! Well, not like, urgent urgent, but…still!’

You could hear a distant chuckle on his end. ‘I’m just about to drive home from the hospital. Are you alright?’

‘I’m fine, but…Happy Snowman needs you.’

‘Oh? What happened?’

You hurriedly explained the situation, doing your best not to take up too much of his little free time, and hesitantly asked him to come over. ‘I understand if you can’t though! I bet you’ve had a long day and are tired—’

‘I’ll be there.’

Now, here you were, sat at your kitchen table as you watched Zayne prepare to ‘operate’ on your dearest plushy. You thought back to when he had actually won you the plush at the Twinkle Toys claw machine, a smile creeping onto your face.

Refocusing on the moment, you followed Zayne’s precise movements as he swiftly inserted thread through the eye of the needle, tied it, and began to reattach Happy Snowman’s popsicle hat. As you observed him work, your mind began to wander. “Have your hands always been so steady, Dr. Zayne?”

“What makes you ask that?” he doesn’t look up from his project, but you could tell he was paying attention.

“Dunno. Just admiring you, I guess.”

His eyes glance to you above his glasses momentarily at that. Emotions that you’ve yet to name flickered on his face before he resumed sewing. “I suppose they have.”

“I’m not surprised. I can’t thread the needle for the life of me,” you joked as you rested your head on your hand.

“There, all done.”

A new and improved Happy Snowman was presented to you by familiar scarred hands.

“Yay! You saved him!” you beamed, taking your precious friend from the doctor. Your fingers brushed his at the exchange to which he remained silent. Grabbing one of its hands, you made the snowman wave at Zayne. “I hope he was a good patient.”

“He did great for his first operation,” he patted Happy Snowman’s head with a calm smile finding your gesture quite cute. As you took a second to appreciate his work, Zayne could tell by your expression you had more you wanted to ask. “What’s on your mind?”

You placed Happy Snowman in your lap. “Can you hold your hand out?”

“What are you up to?” a playful tone evident in his question, though he did as you asked.

“Look how shaky my hands are compared to yours. Isn’t that crazy?” you positioned your hand in front of his, fingers flexing to emphasize.

Your statement made him visibly pause. After a second of contemplation, he took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips to press a fleeting yet flustering kiss. “They’re perfect.”

R A F A Y E L ｡˚○

The sand of Whitesand Bay was known to shimmer under the moonlight of Linkon. With a clear sky and setting sun, Rafayel invited you for a stroll.

You found him leaning against a nearby palm tree, thumbs hooked into his pockets. His eyes lit up when he spotted you, pushing off the tree. “There you are, cutie! We should really work on your time management skills—I thought you forgot me again.”

“I’m literally only a minute late this time…” you rolled your eyes while propping a hand on your hip.

With an offended gasp, he clutched his chest. “Y’know what could happen in one whole minute?”

“What, are sea turtles climbing trees again?”

He pouted.

“…Maybe.”

You sighed before motioning him to take the lead. “C’mon. Didn’t you wanna show me something?”

In a comfortable quiet, you reveled in the sounds of nature: the sand crunching beneath your feet, the gust of the wind, the rhythmic crash of the waves. It had been weeks since you had time to relax, and what better way to escape from back-to-back missions than a trip to the beach?

“Someone’s enjoying themselves,” though it sounded like a tease, Rafayel simply enjoyed the state you were in.

Tilting your head back and inhaling the scent of the sea, you didn’t deny the claim, not even bothering to refute it.

As you approached a large rock, you gasped in disbelief once you rounded its jagged edges.

Illuminated by the rays of the moon, a dolphin waited in the shallow waters, dorsal fin breaking the waves.

“A beauty, isn’t she?” he said blithely. You nodded vigorously as you rushed over to watch from up close. Heart warming at the way your eyes shined at the sight of his dolphin friend, he slowly waded into the water. “Wanna say hi?”

Quickly kicking off your sandals, you followed Rafayel’s lead. At the appearance of his presence, the dolphin released a greeting from its blowhole and swam closer.

With practiced ease, he dipped his fingers into the water for the dolphin to nuzzle his hand. Despite copying his actions rather perfectly, the creature puffed its blowhole at you, littering your face with a spray of the ocean.

“I don’t think she likes me…” you laughed nervously, rubbing your face clean.

“Nah, she just doesn’t meet new people very often, and she probably senses your nerves. Here, gimme.”

You tilted your head like a lost puppy.

“Your hand, cutie.”

You stuck your hand in front of you. At that, Rafayel placed his hand on the back of yours. Your heart skipped a beat.

He guided your hand to the surface of the water, fingers barely breaking the tension. With the Lemurian’s guidance, the dolphin didn’t pull away, allowing you to rub along its head and fin. A giddy feeling overtook you not only at the feeling of the mammal’s slick skin but Rafayel’s hand still steering your movements.

Sensing your satisfaction with the meeting, he took the opportunity to memorize the different kind of fire he felt at your touch, deciding to lock hands with you.

“Rafayel? Did I mess up?”

Your concern for the dolphin was too cute for him. You were really living up to your nickname today.

“Even your hands are cute…” he murmured to himself, though he knew you would hear him. His attention was focused on the details of your hand, but he could see your jaw drop in his peripheral.

Deciding the dolphin had stolen your attention from him long enough, he tugged you out of the ocean while waving to the sea creature.

“Wh—Rafayel!” you whined.

Snickering at your state of disarray, he tightened his grip on you, snatched your sandals up by the loops, and resumed your walk down the coastline. “It’s getting late. Let’s go back.”

Speeding up to match his pace, you stared at your intertwined fingers. Deciding to reciprocate with a squeeze, you swung your hands with the breeze.

He said nothing, but there was no hiding the twitch of the corners of his mouth.

S Y L U S ｡˚○

After another boxing session with Sylus, you sat on the edge of the ring, raw knuckles held in your lap. He kneeled in front of you, bandages and disinfectant in hand.

“You did well today, sweetie,” he praised as he started to clean your skin. His gentle touch was almost nonexistent—if it weren’t for the sting of the antiseptic on your wounds, you wouldn’t have known he was there. “I’m proud of you.”

You let you a breathy laugh at his compliments while wincing. “Thanks, Sylus.”

His actions halted as his ruby eyes found yours, searching to make sure you were okay. He continued after you gave him a nod.

As you sat in silence, Sylus carefully placed both of your hands in one of his, using his now free hand to open the package of bandages.

Wait, both of your hands?

You found a new fascination with the outrageous size of his hands. You were well aware of the fact that his hands were bigger than yours due to his frequent past failed attempts at resonance with you, but damn, his hands are so big.

“Mmm… you think so?”

You straightened and looked up in shock. “Hm?”

He smirked as color drained from your face, repeating your confused squeak. “Hm?”

“Did…I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself only to find yourself utterly speechless, humiliated. Used to the endless teasing and banter that you grew to know so well, you closed your eyes and braced for the worst only to be met by the soft texture of gauze on the back of your hand.

Sylus said nothing as he wrapped your split knuckles with experienced ease.

Squinting in confusion, you pursed your lips. You couldn’t recall the last time Sylus hadn’t seized the opportunity to tease you. In fact, you didn’t think it had happened ever. “…Sylus?”

He hummed in response, only looking up after completing taking care of your injuries.

“Aren’t you gonna, I don’t know… tease me?”

“Now why would I do that?”

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetie,” he chuckled, letting out that rich laugh of his that made your head spin. Now cradling your hands in his, he cocked his head to the side. “It’s not often that you compliment me. Think of it as me simply basking in the attention.”

Boldened by his confession, you snatched one of his hands up and began to inspect it.

“Oh? It seems I’ve piqued someone’s interest,” he mused. Ignoring his smug expression, you spread his fingers and pressed your hands together.

“Huge ass hands…” you muttered at the way his fingertips peaked over yours with the side-by-side comparison before you. Only then did you notice the way he was looking at you. His typical sharp features seemed to have dulled. No, they seemed to have softened. The great care he held in his eyes caught you off guard. “W-what?”

“Your ‘paw’ is quite soft, kitten.”

You weren’t sure what was faster: the retraction of your hands or the wave of embarrassment. Your face quickly felt like it was on fire.

He then rose and grabbed a bottle of water, handing it to you before turning to leave. “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Closing the door to his personal gym, he stared down at his palm.

If only you could see the smile on his face.

C A L E B ｡˚○

“Aw, look at this one,” you held up a worn shirt with two small handprints on the front, forming the shape of a heart.

You were sat with Caleb on your bed going through a box of keepsakes you had stored in your apartment. He watched with an amused look as you whipped out different nostalgic trinkets from your seeming past lives.

Sitting up from his recline in your pillows, he took the small shirt from you. “I remember this. You complained I ruined it since, apparently, I made it uneven.”

“Well, it kinda is…” you laughed. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, causing you to hop off the bed and rummage around your closet.

“Whatcha up to, pipsqueak?”

Returning with a plain shirt of the same color, you balled it up and tossed it at him (which he, of course, caught with ease). Skipping over to your desk, you revealed two bottles of paint. “Let’s recreate it!”

Moved to the floor to avoid any mess, you sat on your knees as you squeezed the different colored paints on two separate plates. Caleb was across from you, arm resting on his propped up knee.

“Okay, get over here, lazy,” you commanded, handing him a plate. “You know the drill.”

Coating your left and his right hand in paint, you stamped your handprints on the center of the laid out shirt, replicating the heart you had made so many years ago.

As you both lifted your hands, you groaned at the result. “Ugh, Caleb, you dummy! You made it uneven again with your Godzilla hands!”

Raising an eyebrow at your complaint, he scoffed at your pickiness while looking at your work. “Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!” he bantered back. “If anything, your positioning is off.”

You saw how the corner of his mouth twitched upward at your aghast face. Shooting him a glare, you got up, tugging his clean hand so he would get up with you. “Let’s go clean up, Mr. ‘baseball-mitts-for-hands’.”

After washing the paint off your hands, you noticed the way Caleb was staring at his right hand as if it had betrayed him.

“What’s wrong?”

His breath hitched before he shook his head. A shake of anger or of denial? You had no clue. He hesitantly reached for your hand, unsure if you would pull away or not. He slowly opened your relaxed hand and pressed his to yours.

You had done this many times in the past, but the distance from that past made it feel like lifetimes ago.

“Guess it was me who messed up the shirt, huh?” he joked, trying to steer the conversation away from his feelings, but he knew it was too late to distract you. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was talking about the shirt or not. Voice barely above a whisper, you could hear the way his emotions shook him. “..can’t feel you.”

You sighed. It was clear after knowing him for so long that he was internally spiraling, spiraling into a loop of grief and regret once more. Although you may have been apart and he was a very different man than the Caleb you once knew, he was still Caleb.

He was still the boy who had nightmares and immediately searched for you, the boy who had eaten dinner with you every evening.

He was still yours.

“Look at me, Caleb.”

His eyes find you through a cloud of thoughts. You could see a pang of guilt ripple through him.

“You feel me in your heart, don’t you?”

With a silent gulp, he clasped his hand, his right hand, over yours and brought it to press where his heart was. Finding your gaze again, he nodded. His vulnerability was rare nowadays—you smiled at his openness to you.

“Then that,” you began, keeping your palm splayed over his heart but moving to cup his face with your free hand. He instinctively chased the warmth of your skin on his cheek with an underlying fear it’d be the last time. “That’s enough.”

As the sound of his heartbeat echoed through his body, he realized…

Maybe he could finally be enough for you.

a/n: thank you SO much for all the love on my last post! if you enjoyed this, which was sm fun to write, feel free to leave a like, comment, or reblog ♡

[starlitsofia]

He gets jealous… but tries to hide it

𝜗℘ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

— 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

You’re chatting with someone across the gallery laughing softly at something they said. Rafayel notices it immediately from where he’s working on a sketch. His hand stills mid-line.

He doesn’t mean to stare, but he does. Intently.

Eyes sharp. Jaw tight. Expression soft but… caught.

He tries to continue drawing, but the brush keeps slipping.

Eventually he stands, strolling toward you with an elegance that’s almost threatening.

“Oh,” he says lightly, voice dripping with honey but laced with frost, “I didn’t realize you were… busy.”

Your friend greets him politely.

Rafayel gives them a smile, the kind that isn’t a smile at all.

When the person leaves, he exhales sharply and looks away, trying to regain composure.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he mutters quickly. “I just didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

His cheeks and ears are faintly pink.

His voice is softer now.

“…You laugh prettier when it’s with me.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

He’s flustered and ruined.

— 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

You’re talking to a technician in his lab. It’s innocent you’re asking a question about the equipment but Xavier notices the tech leaning a little too close.

He doesn’t react emotionally.

Doesn’t tense.

Doesn’t glare.

He simply walks over, steps quietly beside you, and places a gentle hand on your lower back.

“Need help?” he asks, tone even, warm, but firm.

The technician straightens faster than a malfunctioning drone. “O-oh, no, sir, I was just-”

“Thank you,” Xavier says calmly, already steering you away. “I’ll take it from here.”

When you’re alone, he looks down at you, soft amusement in his eyes.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he explains in a level voice. “I just prefer when people respect your space.”

A pause.

“And when you’re close to me.”

He gives you a calm, warm smile the kind that tells you he was jealous… very, very quietly.

— 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

You’re discussing something with another doctor. Zayne is close by, organizing files. He hears the way the other doctor praises you a little too enthusiastically.

He shows no change in expression.

No tension.

No reaction.

But he’s listening.

When the other doctor finally leaves, Zayne closes a file and speaks in his calm, steady tone.

“They seem… fond of you.”

You blink. “Are you jealous?”

He looks at you, expression neutral, but his eyes hold depth.

“I don’t experience jealousy the way most do,” he says quietly. “But I do notice when someone takes an interest in what is important to me.”

A pause.

He steps closer intentionally, grounded.

“And you are… very important to me.”

His voice never wavers.

But that is exactly how Zayne shows it.

— 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

You’re chatting with someone at an event when Sylus appears behind you, silent as a shadow. He wraps a finger around one of your loose hairs, twirling it.

“My, my,” he purrs, “seems someone is enjoying your attention tonight.”

The person excuses themselves immediately. Sylus's aura is simply too intense.

Once you’re alone, he smirks.

“Relax,” he says. “I’m not jealous.”

But the smirk dips into something tighter.

More possessive.

“I simply don’t like when people eye what they can’t have.”

He leans closer, whispering near your ear: “And you, sweetheart, are very much taken.”

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, not romantic, not teasing, just a statement.

Sylus doesn’t hide jealousy.

He turns it into charm… and a warning.

— 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

You’re talking to someone near the hangar entrance, just casual conversation.

Caleb notices immediately, his steps slowing, eyes narrowing, posture deceptively relaxed but alert.

He doesn’t interrupt.

Just watch, tracking every laugh, every inch of space between you and the other person.

When they laugh a little too comfortably, Caleb moves. His stride is steady, deliberate, protective.

He stops beside you, presence enveloping, gaze sharp enough that the other person excuses themselves quickly.

Only then does he look at you, expression collected but eyes burning. “You get along with people pretty easily,” he says softly.

“Sometimes… a little too easily.”

You raise a brow. “Are you jealous?”

His jaw tightens. “…No,” he answers too quickly, gaze flicking away before returning.

A pause. His hand settles at the small of your back, grounding you to him.

“I just don’t like seeing someone get comfortable with what’s mine,” he admits quietly. His thumb brushes against you, subtle but possessive.

“I’m not angry. I just want you near me. And I want them to understand that.”

[meowmilkshake]

😆😆😆

[humanjarvis]

lads LIs when you're hesitant to initiate kisses

sylus understands your hesitancy to make yourself vulnerable, but he also can't stand to see you unfulfilled. the first couple times he catches you staring at his lips, he offers nothing but lazy blinks and slow smirks, challenging you to come to him first. but when you look away in uncertainty one too many times, seemingly content to watch your own desires slip away as long as it saves you from embarrassment, he saunters toward you, maintaining eye contact all the way. placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chin, he bends to capture your lips with his, making you stumble with his intensity. his grip on you only tightens when he breaks the kiss, and before you can ask what he’s doing, he tugs you toward his lips. when you lose your balance and fall into his embrace, you realize his game: he’s making you kiss him first 

zayne empathizes with your shyness and hesitancy, afraid to so much as look at you the wrong way in case he offends you. since you’re both too frozen in overthought to make the first move, you don’t become intimate as quickly as most couples, trading physical closeness for emotional understanding. when he walks you to your door after a visit to the bakery, he leaves you with a warm goodnight hug, and you both assume the other is satisfied. only when you think he’s asleep on the sofa one evening and press a fond kiss to his cheek does he realize you share his private desires. the next day, after stoically psyching himself up for 20 minutes, he finds you in the kitchen and kisses you deeply, a pink tinge on his cheeks when he pulls away

caleb wants you to kiss him first—or at least ask him to kiss you—but what if you won’t? he needs to know that you want him—that you’ll willingly give him the privilege of kissing you—so he gives you a few pushes in the right direction. he teases you with heated glances and not-so-accidental touches until you walk up to him, dumb with desire. when you stare up at him helplessly, he settles a large hand on your waist and hovers over your mouth, giving you the chance to push him away. when you don’t, he leans in slowly, tantalizingly, as if wanting to drive home the fact that you’re letting this happen to you—letting him claim your mouth in a slow, consuming kiss. this way, maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the courage to take what you want from him next time—if you let him taste you, there’s no need to be shy anymore, right?

you know rafayel, so you know he would be upset if you expected him to initiate everything—would it kill you to show a little interest in him? that said, you also know that initiating things isn’t really your thing. so, you find a trick that works like a charm: you goad him into kissing you. you’re comfortable enough with kisses to other places—anywhere but the lips—so you adorn his cheeks and neck with soft, chaste kisses until he’s riled up and flushed, his breath coming out in soft pants from the pleasure of feeling wanted. when you pull away, he chases your touch, and all it takes is an innocent giggle from you before he’s pinning you down and stealing your breath away, his tongue tangling with yours in passion and power.

xavier is confused and a bit discouraged when he realizes you never initiate—he thinks you just don’t want to kiss him. one afternoon, you find him sulking in bed, huddled under his comforter with the lights off. worried he’s sick or hurt, you ask what’s wrong, and he gives you 4 pouty non-answers before finally giving in. you can feel your face heat and gut tangle in guilt when he questions if you ever want to kiss him, and with one hand stroking his hair, you confess that you’re simply too shy to kiss him first. he responds with a blink and a whispered “so you do like me, then?”, and when you nod, he tackles you at the speed of light, pressing kisses all over your face before finally claiming your lips

a/n: anon who asked me if i’d ever write for zayne and i hinted at later this week this is not what i was talking about don’t worry, just an impromptu writing exercise to convince myself i’m not washed. also while this technically counts for xavier and raf i’m the least familiar with their cards so idk if/when i can write anything much longer than this for them (love them tho)

[luvzayne]

not my name! 

synopsis: how he reacts when you call them by their full name in front of other people character/s: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x f!reader (separate) warning/s: none!  note/s: my favorite one has to be zayne and sylus' im ngl i had so much fun writing this

xavier: 

you should’ve known that dating the notorious quiet, handsome man in the association would be an open invitation for your coworkers to pry and get answers for the questions they always had but never dared to ask. 

how could they? whenever they talk to xavier, he replies with one-word answers, worse, sometimes he just stares as if the question was the stupidest thing he has ever heard. and honestly, that idea wasn’t far-fetched. 

having you as his partner and girlfriend only solidified the association’s curiosity about xavier. 

“i don’t think he’d care.” simone mutters as she bites another mini sandwich from the snack display. 

tara shakes her head as if trying to convince her to change her mind. “he can’t not care! right?” she turns to you as you tilt your head in confusion, not catching majority of the conversation, too caught up in a mini staring contest that you and xavier had from across the room. 

“what?” 

“how do you think xavier would react to being called by his name.” you furrow your brows at tara’s question, not exactly getting it. 

“nothing? it’s his name…” “no, not his name but his name-name.” 

in all honesty, tara lost you. but you urged her to explain that couples usually dislike it when they’re called by their given names rather than a pet name. 

and now that you’ve thought about it, you didn’t think that you’ve ever called xavier by his real name. 

with tara’s devilish grin, you almost felt bad for wanting to test it out, after all, no better time than the present, right?

“i bet twenty that he doesn’t care.” simone wagers, you almost scolded her, if not for tara’s enthusiastic counter with a fifty. 

your gaze flits towards xavier who was already approaching the three of you with two drinks in hand. 

he smiles softly as he hands you the flute of champagne. you gave him a grateful smile, the words slipping out of your lips almost in a foreign way. 

“thank you, Xinghui.”

you could see the way xavier’s smile twitches. he does not respond; instead, he wraps an arm around your waist. 

“are you having fun, star?” you nod before turning back to your friends whose expressions differed from triumph to devastation at the immediate turnout of their bet. 

“mm!” you nod, a smile on your face as you lean over to his warmth. “i was just telling simone and tara how much my Shen Xinghui treats me well.” 

xavier swoons at the my but not so much what came after. 

“ah. i see.” he tightens his grip around your waist before he gestures towards the open balcony, in the guise of fresh air. 

you bid your friends a wave goodbye, tara looking like she was trying her hardest not to laugh and simone already counting the bills in her wallet to slap on tara’s waiting hand.

once you and xavier were on the clear, he pulls you into his arms, his face buried on the crook of your neck. 

“did i do something wrong? i’m sorry.” xavier says softly against your skin, tickling you slightly. 

you giggle, pulling his face away to see a pout on his lips. 

“what do you mean, Xinghui?” his pout deepens. 

“i don’t like that name.” “what do you mean? it’s literally your name.” 

“yeah, to others, but not to you.” xavier says as he holds you tighter against him. 

you conclude that it was the end of your little prank, as you explained the bet that your friends made. xavier huffs as he mumbles at the crown of your head. 

“i’d rather you call me lumiere.” 

“really?!”

“no.”

zayne: 

when zayne told you that his parents were going to visit, it was safe to say that you spent the entire day ensuring that your home was welcoming. you and zayne spent time cleaning and redecorating your shared space. 

the doorbell rings, and for a moment, you thought it was his parents who arrived an hour early, but to your surprise, it was only the deliveryman for the patisserie you ordered from. 

knowing that althea and jace rarely spent time in linkon, you wanted to ensure that they could try new delicacies, so you ordered linkon’s finest macarons, and as a bonus, you bought them their favorite tea as well. 

you placed it on the kitchen countertop and forgot about it, thinking that you could easily plate them once they arrived. you failed to notice the curious doctor who approached the box after you left. 

althea and jace arrived right on time, you greeted them with a smile as althea hugs you, complimenting how beautiful you had grown from the last time she saw you, while you led them to the couch. zayne sat on the opposite sofa, engaging in small talk, blushing slightly as his father coos about how chubbier his cheeks are and how healthier he looks. 

“i’ll prepare some tea.” you excuse yourself as you walk to the kitchen to steep the tea. 

once it was finished, you put the teacups on the tray as you walked back to the living room, where they were. 

“oh! zayne, could you pour out the tea? i’ll go get the dessert,” you say to your husband, who freezes for a split second. 

“no need, darling,” zayne says as he makes a move to stand up. “i can get it; you should sit down. you’ve done enough,” he says, coaxing you to sit down. you shake your head, stopping him from standing up. 

“it’s okay, zaynie, i’m already standing up, just sit down and catch up, i’ll be right back.” you say, giving his cheek a swift peck, hearing his mother coo at how domestic the two of you were. 

you went back in the kitchen, humming slightly under your breath before it stops as you opened the box ofdesserts. 

there were only six macarons left. you ordered eight.

your jaw drops at the only answer as to why two were suddenly missing. without saying anything more, you plated the remaining macarons before carrying it back. 

you can see zayne’s back as you walk, slightly tense as he tries to keep up with a conversation with his father. 

“Li Shen.” zayne jolts as you say his name, you can’t see his exact expression, but judging by the way althea was biting her lip in amusement and jace was already grinning, you know that he knows that he’s in trouble. 

“yes, dearest?” zayne answers, his hand on the teacup as he takes a small sip, trying to act unbothered. 

“why are there only six macarons?” you walked slowly, placing the plate in the middle of the coffee table and facing him, crossing your arms.

zayne blinks slowly, you can see the small gulp he took. 

“perhaps the patisserie made a mistake. we can contact them after,” he says in a calm tone. 

you raise a brow. 

“you have crumbs at the corner of your mouth, Li Shen.” his eyes widened before he put the teacup down, wiping at his mouth, trying to get rid of the evidence, but the four of you know it was too late. 

althea laughs at the display, patting her husband affectionately on the arms. 

“this reminds me of when we caught our little zaynie sneaking for the cookie jar when he was young, right jace?” jace nods, a stifled laugh leaving his lips. 

zayne looks down in embarrassment. you clicked your tongue softly before sitting beside him. 

“i told you the desserts were for your parents!” you whined softly as you took one of the macarons, slicing it and eating it, stabbing another bite for zayne. 

he unashamedly takes it. 

“i apologize, my love.” he was not sorry at all. 

althea and jace only look at the two of you, amused. yet, happy that their zaynie truly found love. 

you reached down absentmindedly towards zayne’s teacup, only for you to flinch. 

his teacup was frozen solid. 

you looked at him who avoided your gaze, before clearing his throat. 

“i’d argue that the frozen teacup is your fault.” zayne says, immediately regretting it as you glared at him. 

“what was that?”

“i said that you are sweeter than any macaron i have ever tried.” 

sounds about right. 

rafayel: 

rafayel has been working on a painting for the last three hours. well, that’s how long it seemed to you because you’ve only been in his mansion for three hours. you knew he was painting for longer, given that it looked like it physically hurt him to adjust his posture. 

“raf, take a break,” you say gently as you place a hand on his back. 

he looks at you with a smile on his face. “in a bit, cutie! i promise. i’m about to invent a new color.” you rolled your eyes at his quip, yet let him do it, you wouldn’t have been able to pry him off anyway. 

the sound of a doorbell ringing takes your attention off your boyfriend, who seems to have the idea of ignoring the sound. 

“don’t worry, cutie. it’s probably thomas.” rafayel waves it off. you sighed and walked towards the door. 

“you know, he wouldn’t be as overbearing if you stopped ignoring him,” you retort. 

“no, cutie. he’d lock me up in his basement to keep painting if he could.” 

you paid his response no mind as you opened his door, awaiting to see thomas’ brunette hair and stressed-out expression. only to be pleasantly surprised when you see the shade of rafayel’s hair greet you. 

“talia! what a surprise.” you say, greeting her as your eyes flit downwards, seeing the luggage at her feet. “oh! let me carry those in, please come inside. i didn’t know you were visiting.” you hurriedly grasp her luggage, then usher her in.   

talia thanks you with a smile on her face, giving you a gentle laugh as you fussed over her. 

at this point, you were flustered. you did not know that rafayel’s aunt was visiting; had you known, you would’ve made a greater effort in getting rafayel to clean his own home. it was in no means ready to cater to a guest. 

“ah, really?” talia asked, genuinely surprised. “i thought rafayel might’ve told you. but then again, rafayel easily forgets things.” 

you smiled, nodding, still giving her your best host-like smile, while inside your head, you were already scolding your boyfriend in your mind. 

“--just like how he forgot to pick me up from the airport.” “what?” 

you couldn’t help but cut talia off as your eyes widened. you looked over to the painter who was still stuck in his own world, as if his only remaining family member wasn’t standing in his house. 

“Qi Yu.” 

rafayel freezes in his action, the paintbrush dropping from his hand for a split second before he sharply turns towards you, who looks back at him, unamused. 

your arms were crossed, a glare on your face as you stared him down. 

“...yes, my cutie?”

you give him an unimpressed look before raising a brow. rafayel seems to have noticed the additional presence in the room as his eyes widened. from under his breath, you could hear him mutter a curse. 

he immediately straightens, ignoring the kinks in his back that screamed at him from the sudden movement, before he walks to where the two of you were, his arm rising to wrap against your waist, only for you to dodge it in an obvious way. 

“cutie–” 

“you didn’t tell me that talia was visiting!” you say, exasperated. “and how could you invite her here when this place is such a mess! she came all the way from varona and this is what you greet her with?”

rafayel rubs a hand behind his neck, sheepish. “i forgot.” 

“really, Qi Yu. you forgot.”

rafayel flinches as you use his full name; that action spurs talia to let out a laugh at the banter. 

“i have seen rafayel be summoned by his father using that name, and he does not even bat an eye, yet…” talia smirks as she interlocks her arm with yours. 

“i see my nephew has a weakness.” 

rafayel would’ve found a way to refute, really, he would, but his face was burning and his lips were formed into a pout as he saw you visibly soften at talia’s assurance. 

“no need to worry about me, dear. i’ll make myself at home in the guest room.” talia pats your arm once before she wheels in her luggage towards the relatively tidy guest room. 

when talia was gone, you looked at rafayel with a blank expression on your face. 

“cutie…”

“so, let me get this straight.” you interrupt him. “you ignore me for three hours even though you invited me to your house. you forget to pick up your aunt from the airport and you forget to tell me so i can prepare to accommodate her, and now all you can say is cutie? really, Qi Yu?”

rafayel wraps his arms around you, pulling your front flush to his chest as he whines. “cutiee—” he buries his face onto your hair. “i’m sorry. please never call me that again.”

your lips twitch, secretly having fun with his reactions. 

“Qi Y—” “cutiee. stooop.” rafayel whines as he nuzzles his face onto your neck. he sighs as he pulls away, a pout still on his face. “i promise i’d take better notice of my schedules.” 

“and?” 

“and?!” rafayel echoes back, offended that you didn’t take the bait before he collects himself. “and i’ll treat you and talia to an expensive dinner tonight.”

“good.” 

rafayel pouts. 

“you can be so mean sometimes, cutie.” 

“really, Qi—” “stop!” 

sylus: 

sometimes, you curse yourself for being competent. at first, you thought that showing guts in the hunter’s association would bring you more respect and dignity. 

in reality, it just thrusts you on more missions that make you question if the salary was justifiable. 

you were so tired, you just got back from a week-long mission. 

you just wanted to rest in sylus’ arms and whine about how the association was wringing you dry and look at him in appallment once he suggests quitting your job. you know, the usual. 

as you ride your motorbike to the N109 zone, you can already imagine the conversation. you smiled softly to yourself as you approached the heavy doors that seemed to readily open to you. 

you walk towards the main hall, brows furrowing as you hear luke and kieran throwing out profanities and the sounds of controllers clicking. 

you push open the door to see luke, kieran and, surprisingly sylus, on the couch with their vr gear on. you see the tv playing a racing game that you vaguely remember playing. judging by the twins’ response, you assumed that sylus was in the lead. 

as much as you would’ve loved to join in and have a little game night, you were tired and wanted nothing more but to be held by your lover.

seeing sylus be so unguarded and oblivious to your arrival, you couldn’t help but time your entrance, once you see sylus seconds away from the finish line, you cleared your throat as you loudly called out. 

“Qin Che.” 

luke and kieran freeze as if they were the ones being called as they ripped out the vr gear from their faces, looking like deer in headlights. sylus also takes his off, albeit slower, as he takes in your figure. a look of surprise and longing in his expression.

you had your arms crossed, a blank expression on your face as you stepped closer. 

almost immediately, you see the twins skedaddle past you, dropping their gear and leaving sylus sitting on the couch. 

“ooooooo, dad’s in trouble!” you hear luke tease, and a sharp smack! right after, as kieran urges him to move faster, the door slams shut. 

an offended caw resounds in the room, you turn around to see mephisto banging itself on the door, wanting to get out as well. you bit back laughter as you see the door open for just a sliver before a gloved hand– you’re assuming luke, reaches out to pull mephisto by the wing, an indignified squawk leaving the metal crow’s beak.

the room was silent, save for the video game’s background music, to which sylus shuts down. 

you walked over to him, who sat there waiting for your next move. 

without another word, you sat on his lap, your face pressing against his chest, hearing the way his heart was beating significantly faster. 

“welcome home.” sylus says as he wraps his arms around you, breathing in your scent. 

“your heart’s beating really fast.” you point out, voice muffled by his chest. you pull away slightly to look up at sylus who immediately presses a kiss on your forehead. 

“well. it seemed like a certain kitten hissed at me unprovoked,” sylus said as he affectionately ran his fingers through your hair. 

“all because i called you by your name?” 

sylus chuckles as he presses another kiss to the crown of your head. 

“sweetie, you underestimate the power you have over me.”

caleb: 

you really shouldn’t have agreed to be caleb’s date at their high school reunion. hell, he shouldn’t have even bothered going. 

the day could’ve been spent with the two of you cuddling in comfortable clothes on your sofa, but no. caleb thought it would be a good idea to show you around the DAA. 

which wasn’t what was happening as his former classmates whisked him away. you stood off to the side, a frown on your face, arms crossed over your chest. 

caleb promised you that he’d be back in five minutes. it’s been thirteen minutes, and there was no sign of him ending the conversation. good thing that gideon was right beside you, keeping you company, as he only arrived a few minutes ago.

“your boyfriend sure is popular, huh?” gideon teases as he nudges you with his elbow. 

“too popular if you ask me,” you mumble under your breath, eye twitching as yet another former classmate approaches him. 

gideon snorts under his breath. “he’s always been popular, not even your scrunchie on his wrist managed to ward off the girls at the time.” you huff at that, eyes zoning in on the girl by the corner of your approaching caleb. 

it was irrational, you’re well aware of that, but enough was enough. 

‘caleb is mine.’ the jealous part of your mind screamed. 

“Xia YiZhou!” 

for a split second, you can feel the tension in the room drop, and everyone in the room freezes. caleb immediately turns to where you were standing, smiling sheepishly.

“coming, honey!” caleb walks briskly to where you were, but you gave him the cold shoulder. 

he tries to pry your arms away from your chest as he attempts to coddle you. 

“you said five minutes, Xia YiZhou.” you say, turning away from him. from the side, you can hear gideon stifle a laugh as caleb’s face drops at your words. 

“pips, you know—” “five minutes. you said.” you glare at the way caleb’s lips twitched, you knew the bastard was fighting a smirk. 

“is my pipsqueak feeling bored–” he reaches up to playfully pinch your cheek, but you dodged his hand before walking away. 

“damn dude, good luck.” you hear gideon say as you exit the venue. 

caleb follows you, letting you walk three steps ahead. you walk by the school’s open garden, feeling the breeze pass your face.

“go away, Xia YiZhou! i don’t wanna see you.” you hear caleb chuckle from behind you, and all of a sudden, he’s right beside you, flinging an arm around your shoulders.

“what’s got my baby apple upset, hm?” you huffed, reaching for your opposite shoulder to pull his hand, only to feel his palm sweating. 

and caleb’s palm only ever does that when he’s nervous. 

you fight the grin that threatens to escape your face. however, caleb already caught sight of it. 

“ah, i see. someone just wanted my attention.” you rolled your eyes, dropping the facade. 

“there were too many girls trying to talk to you.” you huffed. “it’s like they don’t know you have a girlfriend!” you squint your eyes, accusatory. 

“unless you told them you didn’t have one.”

“hey now, pipsqueak.” caleb flicks your forehead softly. “even if they didn’t know, i’d let them know. no need to be jealous,” you huff, turning around. 

caleb couldn’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“i’m all yours, pipsqueak.”

“Xia YiZhou, you dummy!”

caleb only smiles against the back of your head, finding your little tantrum cute.  

“yeah, yeah. your dummy. i know.”

mentally, he was already planning all the ways he could get you to call out to him affectionately once more.

note/s: omg two uploads in one day that's craaaaaaazy lmao i hope you enjoyed this one <3

[naomiarai]

xavier doing what xavier does best : eating u out

you’d spent the entire evening trying to get a rise out of him. you were sitting on his bed, poking at a how sleepy he was, even joking that he probably wouldn’t wake up if you took all your clothes off right infront of him. you thought it was funny.

until he caught your ankle in a grip that was strong, dragging you toward him until you were flat on your back.

“xavier!” you gasp, your breath hitching as he crawled over you, “wait, i was just—”

but xavier didn’t look tired anymore. no, he looked hungry. he hovers over you, his silvery golden hair falling over his eyes, his gaze heavy and possessive.

“you’ve been talking all night,” he murmured, his voice soft but still weighted with sudden and dark intent. “i think it’s time you used that mouth to say something else.”

“you...you were awake the whole time?” you whisper, your heart hammering against your ribs. god, you love when he gets like this. all the innocence faded. the way his eyes darken and he looks at you like that. so much so that he stops being a gentleman and takes you like a toy. and you want it each time. you want him to show you how nasty he can be when he’s not pretending to be a saint.

xavier smiles. he smiles so soft but you know there is none left in him right now. “every second,” he breathes against your lips, his voice dropping to a low guttural sound that has your core throb.

he dosen’t wait for you to catch your breath. xavier moves down your with quiet, lethal efficiency as he strips you down until your bare. when he settles between your thighs, he shoves your legs wide, pinning your knees back to your shoulders. he stares down at your glistening cunt, watching the way your folds pulse for him and him alone.

“you’re already begging,” he whispers. without warning, he spits directly onto your clit, warm thick glob sliding down into your opening.

“xav....” you moan, your hips jerking at the sudden feeling. xavier lets out a small laugh.

“you like this don’t you? being treated like this,” he says, using his fingers to smear the spit around with the slick, shining mess you’ve already made. “look at how you’re waiting for me. begging to be used. you’re so fucking wet, it’s pathetic. i bet you want me to lick you clean, don’t you?”

xavier leans in, the first touch of his tongue to your sopping cunt making you release a loud whine. he isn’t being gentle, he buries his face into your cunt, his tongue flicking and swirling against your folds with relentless speed and pressure. he uses his mouth to suck you, deep, tongue entering your hole to mimic a rhythmic fuck, driving deep inside your opening before coming out to wreck your clit again.

suck. suck. suck.

the way he’s eating you out is filthy. oh but you love it. he can tell by the strings of moans and whimpers leaving your sinful mouth as your fingers come down from holding your thighs up to tangle in his fluffy hair, pulling him towards your pussy.

“ah..h..xavier, d-don’t stop! more..” you sob, your hands reaching out to pull him closer, desperate for more. “too much... i’m g-gonna-!”

he catches your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. he watches you while he eats you, his ocean eyes blown wide and dark, drinking the sigh of your face breaking as he works his tongue. everytime your body jolts from pleasure, he lets out a low satisfied hum, the vibration sending hot sparks up your core.

“is this what you wanted?” he mutters against your wet folds, his breath hot. “to see how dirty i get? to have me eat you out until you can’t stand?”

“yes!... g-god, yes...keep going please, i’m—” you moan and let out unbashedly, eyes rolling yo the back of your head and toes curling into the sheets.

“i know,” he grunts, “i want to taste every bit of your release. i want to swallow your filth and leave you empty. come on, come for me. be a good girl.”

xavier becomes even more aggressive, his tongue darting inside you and licking your walls, mocking the way he’ll stretch and fuck you after. he dosen’t let upp even when the coil low in your stomach breaks, your body arching.

“xavier!.. xavier!” you scream his name, your voice breaking as you come hard against his mouth, stickiness coating his chin and face.

he stays right there, mouth pressed hard against you, swallowing every drop of your cum and licking you clean with long, greedy strokes until you’re completely spent snd trembling. xavier eventually crawls back up, his face flushed and glistening with your release. he pulls you into his arms, and tucks his head into the crook of your neck.

“next time you want to tease me,” he whispers, voice returning to that sweet innocent hum that now feels like a total lie. “just remember that i’m much better at playing dirty than you.”

[naomiarai]

the quiet darkness of the bedroom is perfectly still, lit only by the silvery moonlight filteringg in through the window. you’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, finally letting out a sigh, a little tired after attending the hunter’s association annual banquet.

xavier is standing right in front of you. he’s already unbuttoned the collar of his white dress shirt and rolled the sleeves upto his elbows, looking breathtakingly handsome in the dim lighting. before you can say anything, xavier slowly drops to his knees onto the rug right between your feet.

“xavier?” you whisper, blinking down at him. “what are you doing?”

he dosen’t answer with words, instead, his long pale fingers reach out and gently wrap around your ankle, his palm warm against your skin. xavier slowly lifts your foot, his thumb brushing over the strap of your heel. with a slow careful movement, he unbuckles the strap and slides the heel off, setting it on the floor. he does the same thing to your other foot, freeing you from the right pain of your rather uncomfortable heels.

but he dosen’t stand up right away.

xavier stays kneeling on the floor, looking at you through his messy bangs. his clear blue eyes are now hazy and full of intense affection. he holds you bare ankle in his large hand, his thumb tracing a slow heavy circle on the bone.

“does it hurt?” he asks quietly, his voice deep and soft. “you were standing in those for three hours.”

“a little,” you admit, you heart suddenly doing a happy flip. “but it’s better now.”

“good,” xavier whispers with a small smile.

then he leans forward and presses a soft, firm and warm kiss to the inside of your bare ankle. your breath catches completely. a sharp yet sweet shiver shoots up your leg. his soft and tousled hair brushes ticklishly against your skin, warm breath fanning over it.

“xavier....” you gasp out, face burning hot. “what was that for?”

“just because,” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with cozy drowsiness. “you looked very pretty tonight.”

you both stand up, with his massive frame looming over your until your back presses against the solid, cold door. he dosen’t drop his gaze. his warm hands slide around to your back, his slender fingers easily finding the metal zipper of your gown.

“you were too far away from me the whole time,” xavier whispers, his breathing slow and steady. “everyone kept talking to you.”

“i was standing right next to you,” you laugh quietly, putting your hands on his broad shoulders. “you wouldn’t let go of my hand.”

“still too far,” he insists softly. with a slow steady pull, he slides the zipper down. the fabric of your dress parts easily,and the cool air of the room hits your bare skin, instantly replaced by the heat of his palms resting flat against your waist.

“xavier...” you whisper in the dark. “the dress..”

“mhm?” he breathes, leaning down until his nose brushes your jawline. his lips graze the soft skin of your ear, his thumbs rubbing your sides. “the formal clothes are uncomfortable anyway. don’t you want to take them off?”

“yes, but—”

“shh, no more talking,” he says smoothly voice dropping to a soft, cozy register that makes your knees completely weak. he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth, teasing the seam of your lips.

“let’s take them off.....and stay right here in the dark.”

[naomiarai]

xavier is not aggressive or angry when he holds you. he’s quiet and unyielding. he’s like a star that slowly pulls you into its core until you can’t move.

right now, he has you pinned flat on your back beneath him. he has been teasing you for over an hour with his fingers, leaving your cunt feeling completely raw, swollen and dripping. your thighs are shaking hard. your whole body is overstimulated from the wait and the feeling is almost too much to bear.

“xavier, stop being mean,” you whine, your voice shaking as you try to nudge him. “i-i can’t just lie here anymore. my legs are shaking. put it in, please?”

xavier does not rush. he looks down at you with those heavy, dazed blue eyes. his soft hair falls over his eyes, making him look all sleepy and gentle. but no. your xavier isn’t always so innocent. and right now he’s tormenting you.

but his hands are clamped tightly around your wrists. he holds them to the bed above your head with effortless strength. you try to pull your hands away, but you can’t move against him.

“you’re too impatient, star,” he murmurs, a small lazy smile touching his lips. “i’m going to ravish you all night. slow down.”

“i don’t want to slow down,” you huff, arching your hips to try to force the issue. “just...just fuck me!”

xavier lets out a soft breathless chuckle, followed by a sigh. he shifts his weight slightly, rubbing the thick wet head of his cock right against your sensitive clit. you let out aa sharp gasp, body jumping from the feeling. but he uses his thighs to lock you completely down.

“look at me,” he commands softly.

“i am looking,” you whimper, tears of frustration blurring your eyes. “i’m l-looking right at you. xav, please...don’t make me wait any longer..”

his eyes glow with a faint, warm light in the dark room. xavier stares down at you with a quiet, deep possessiveness that makes your heart race.

“good girl,” he whispers, gaze softening just a bit. “hold onto me.”

slowly, he sinks his hard cock into your wet warmth. xavier dosen’t slam into you, not like most other nights. instead, tonight, he slides in, inch by inch, letting you feel every part of him. and god, does it feel good. his cock is buried of so perfectly inside you, like he’s meant to be there forever.

“ah! oh...mm,” you gasp, your head hitting the pillow as your eyes go wide. “x-xavier....s-so deep..”

he lets you feel every single bit of him stretching your poor walls to the absolute limit. he goes deeper and deeper, until he’s bottoming out right against your core. his tip hits your cervix and you let out a loud broken main, clamping around his shaft like a vice.

xavier lets out a low groan, heavy and breathless at the tight squeeze of your pussy around him. he buries his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your scent, pressing sloppy kisses. then, he begins to move with a lazy yet hard rhythm.

thrust. thrust. thrust.

his cock starts pounding into your wet folds, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. your toes curl into the sheets as his tip abuses your cervix, the pleasure almost blinding. every time you try to twist or speed up the pace, his grip on your wrists turn to iron. he forces you take his heavy thrusts.

“xavier....nghh—! wait...t-too much!” you sob, pulling weakly at his shoulders. “i’m going to come, c-can’t hold back.”

“then don’t,” xavier pants against your skin. his thumb moves to trace your jawline, holding your face up so you look into his hazy eyes. “you’re so warm. let me feel it. i want you.”

your thighs are shaking, your eyes are rolling back and all you can focus on his the way his cock is hammering against your g spot, threatening to snap the right coil growing in your lower stomach.

“i-i’m coming..!” you scream out against his lips, your fingers digging into his back.

​the overwhelming closeness and the steady, slow rubbing drive you completely over the edge. the coil break, and you shatter around his cock.

​xavier’s finally breaks. he lets out a low, breathless groan, driving his hips down hard three times to bury his full length. he holds himself deep inside you, a soft golden light radiating from his skin to warm you both as he releases a thick, hot rush of seed deep into your pulsing cunt.

​as the waves of pleasure slowly fade, xavier doesn’t pull away. he collapses softly on top of you, careful to shift most of his heavy weight onto his elbows so he doesn’t crush you.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice incredibly tender as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. you nod.

he presses a long sweet kiss to your forehead, then another to your lips, tasting himself on you.

​he wraps his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest as his body finally relaxes. he rolls onto his side, taking you with him so you are completely nestled into his embrace, head resting on his chest.

[symphonyofdeepspace]

🎶✨Symphony of Deepspace: Luminary Aria -  a Xavier-centric song zine✨🎶

We’re launching a zine featuring works inspired by songs that remind us of Xavier from Love and Deepspace! We plan to curate and include a Spotify and Youtube playlist for you to experience the zine at its best!

Interest check and Contributor applications are open! Don’t forget to take a look at our carrd for more information. Can’t wait to have you join us!

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