#fox writings

[sweetstrawberrysky]

Prompt; The LADS accidentally walk in on you changing.

Caleb - The quick knock at your bedroom door hardly allows you time to respond before the handle turns. “Hey pipsqueak, I know you care about matching, but are you almost d--” He gets exactly one step past the doorway, one quick glance, and he’s frozen in place.

You’re quick to cover yourself and instinctively whip the nearest item, a pillow, at him. “Caleb! Get out!” The pillow hits his leg and snaps him out of his daze, and he hastily removes himself from your space. He can’t even bring himself to apologize.

His back presses to the outside of your door and his knees give out. His breathing is shaky. A hand runs down his warm face and stops at his chest, clutching the area above his racing heart. “Dummy! Jerk!” He hears you cussing him out from within your room, but he doesn’t care, not after witnessing such a beautiful image that’s bound to play in his head over and over again.

Rafayel - In his defence, he wasn’t expecting you to be changing midday, let alone in his own house. “Cutie, do you-- uh…” And just like that he’s rooted to the spot. Are you… glowing? Is that something humans can do, or are you simply so stunning even the sunlight is on your side?

“Cute…” He mumbled under his breath. His eyes trail all over you until landing on your beautiful face. The tense set of your jaw and pretty tint of red filling your cheeks is enough to snap him back to reality. “Ah! Uh… s-sorry, sorry!” He awkwardly fumbles out of his own room while keeping his gaze down, ears bright red.

Once you’re dressed he doesn’t hold up much better considering you’re flaunting around in one of his painting shirts, radiating like an absolute vision.

Zayne - He’s gotten too comfortable with you. In no other universe with anyone else would he dare to welcome himself into a room when the door is closed shut. “I apologize for returning late,” His sentence is cut short at the sight of you. Vulnerable, soft, delectable.

However, just as quickly as he entered, he exits equally as fast. Not a word is uttered, a sneaky glance isn’t taken, he’s just gone. As soon as you’re decent you open the door and poke your head out. He didn’t go far. His back is pressed against the wall across from you and he’s looking down. Dark green eyes shoot up, scan your face, and dart off to the side. He clears his throat, “I… Sorry. I should have knocked.”

Your head tilts to the side. “…Zayne, are your ears red?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t need to.

Sylus - It was your own fault. Sylus wouldn’t slip up like that, because beneath the surface he’s surprisingly strict about respecting your privacy and boundaries. Mephisto is for your safety, not for being a creep. So, when he accidentally stumbles upon you in a state of undress, in his own bedroom, he’s unsure how to react. Is this a seductive teasing attempt on your end? Or perhaps you’re simply comfortable around him?

His eyes widen a fraction. You’re so ethereal. Though he cocks his head at the freeze response you’re giving. “Sorry.” He places a hand over his eyes while leaving. A few minutes pass when you hear a knock at the door followed by a tender, “Can I come in now?” When you tell him ‘yes’, he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You’re still willing to accept him into your space and that’s more than enough for him.

Xavier - He just wanted to sleep with you, and no, not in that way. He’s tired, he had a long day, and you promised to rest with him. Snuggle, hold each other close, watch something on your laptop while your eyes grow heavy… yet you’re taking so long in your bedroom. He’s aware he should have been more considerate, even in his groggy state, but he doesn’t think twice when calling your name while pushing your door open. It was already ajar, so he wasn’t expecting you to be changing.

He lets out a breath at the sight of you. “You’re… luminous.” His pale features gradually redden. He shakes his head and steps back, clicking the door shut. You hear his muffled voice from the other side, “I’m sorry. The door was cracked open, so I thought you were making your bed.” Despite the heat raising to your own cheeks you sheepishly tell him, “You’re… It’s okay. I should’ve made sure it was shut.” Silence, then a quiet, “…You’re beautiful.” You chuckle, “Thank you, Xavier.” He goes on, “So beautiful.”

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Prompt; The LADS and how they respond when mc is hungry in the middle of the night.

Caleb - Your insistent nudging is what wakes up. “Mh…” He sighs before his eyes even open, “Let me guess. You’re hungry.” You don’t even get to ask him how the hell he knew before he switches into a groggy lecture mode, “I told you, you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t finish the breakfast I made and you barely picked at your dinner.” You huff and he chuckles. “Come on,” You’re gathered into his arms and lifted off the mattress before you can pick a fight. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go to bed grumpy and hungry? Let’s get you something light to eat, then I can make a hearty breakfast in the morning.”

Rafayel - To say he doesn’t appreciate being awoken is an understatement. He’s whiny and grumbly in his half conscious state, holding you tightly, and mumbling at you to stop thrashing. “I’m--” Your stomach growls, “…hungry.” A silence follows until his eyes open up. The way he looks at you has your ears feeling hot. He sighs, “I get that I’m a fish, but you don’t have to fantasize about eating me.” You scoff and hit his chest. “Ouch! I yield, I yield! Please spare me and I’ll make you the yummiest sandwich imaginable, I promise!” Though his dramatics are endearing, the hangry part of you nips at his cheek.

Zayne - When he’s awoken to your quiet, “Zayne, I’m hungry.” He wordlessly opens his tired eyes and looks over at you. After what feels like an eternity of a stare down he says, “I’m not sure what you want me to do about it.” You frown at him, “I wanted a companion in the kitchen with me.” He sits up and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Maintaining balanced eating throughout the day would help so this doesn’t happen again in the future.” You blink up at him, “Right… remind me what’s so balanced about eating pastries and drinking milk tea throughout the day?” His own stomach growls and it really drives home the checkmate you just served. At least he accepts his defeat with grace.

Xavier - Very quietly, you slip out of bed. Very quietly, you’re mindful of all your actions that lead you to the kitchen. You avoid the squeaky parts of the floor, you open and close everything extremely slowly, and most importantly you don’t make a peep. Neither does Xavier, hence why you feel your soul leave your body and curse in surprise when the kitchen light suddenly turns on. “What are you doing?” He stands there, menacingly, and observes you. “Xavier! Geez! I-I’m just hungry.” He frowns a little at this, “…You could have told me. I can make something for you--” You’re quick to cut him off, “No, no! That’s okay, thank you. I’ve got it.” He closes in on your personal space to hug your waist and nuzzles your neck. “Then I’ll keep you company.”

Sylus - He’s awake, you’re awake. Both of you are awake. Your sleep schedules are shit. You’re mindlessly watching him with heavy eyelids while he cleans his gun. His shoulder nudges your’s, “If you’re tired you should get some sleep.” You mumble back, “I’m too hungry to sleep.” He pauses, regards you, then gets to his feet. “I don’t want your cooking.” You can hear him click his tongue from the kitchen, his tone amused, “Oh, no? That’s too bad, considering the chef isn’t back until noon.” You fire back, “I can wait until then.” Sylus merely hums. “Alright. Then I’ll only make enough for myself.” He’s bluffing, you can feel it in your bones. Regardless, you regrettably glance his way just to be met with his stupid smug grin and two servings of food being prepared.

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Ranking the LADS from who is most to least likely to playfully smack your ass while walking past you.

Sylus - No explanation needed, the man is shameless, especially if your relationship has long since been established. Yes, he fully expects and accepts your revenge of smacking his own butt in return, even if you put more force into your smack than he did for you.

Caleb - It’s more of a “your butt was calling for me in those shorts, it’s not my fault please don’t be mad at me, pipsqueak” type of slap. He is simply unable to refrain if you’re wearing shorts around him. The man just wants to feel your ass and chuckle at your reaction, all the while his ears are turning beet red because he never thought he would get the chance to be this bold with you.

Rafayel - His would be a playful tap. Walking past you, quickly giving you a once over because he wants to remember every inch of you at every chance, then spontaneously deciding to give you a little love tap. Only to immediately regret it when you turn around and start attacking his own butt.

Zayne - It would mainly center around you being a little cheeky or saying something he wasn’t expecting you to say, and he lightly pinches your butt/hip area in retaliation. His is definitely more of a playful scolding, and he loves the slight jolt that wracks your body because of it.

Xavier - Let’s be real, you’re the one smacking his butt in this relationship. If anything, he’s more likely to full on grab your butt just because he wants to. Let’s say you’re simply cuddling and his hands venture just a little bit, enough to simply hold your rear/the top of your thighs. It’s up to you if want to keep cuddling or let things get heated, he’s not complaining either way.

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Scenario; When you can’t kiss the LIs for a few days.

A/N; This literally came about because I noticed a small red bump on my upper lip today (I think it’s a zit??) and it’s making me feel insecure, so…. LADS boys to the rescue ^^;

Rafayel - Well, this is certainly unfortunate. He’s not afraid to admit how quickly he misses being able to engulf your lips with his own. This doesn’t change how he’s able to kiss you. Pulling you close with an arm draped over your shoulders, peppering your temple and hair with loving pecks, or coming up behind you to press lingering kisses to your nape. You catch yourself coming close to almost kissing him a few times as well, always turning to face him with your lips pursed, but he stops you each time with an amused yet fond smile. “You’re cute, but you’re not cute enough for me to risk catching whatever it is you have.”

Sylus - He waited so patiently for you for so long, so this is nothing more than a mere bump in the road. Your kisses are nice, they make him feel at peace, loved. However he has no qualms about being the only one doing the kissing in this relationship for however long it takes for you to heal. In fact, he would argue he needs to give you extra kisses to make up for all the kisses he’s missing out on. You fail to understand his logic there, though no complaints are filed whenever he brushes his lips along your knuckles or neck, or when he casts a trail from your palm, to your wrist, and up your arm.

Zayne - Of course he has to check you over for himself as soon as something is even mildly wrong. When he confirms you have nothing serious going on, there’s a sigh of relief that follows. However, he recommends a lack of lip action from you for a while, so the ache of your lips doesn’t persist. Also, to be mindful of hot and cold foods. The latter is simple enough, but not being able to kiss Zayne? That sounds like too much. Especially when he’s being a tease by kissing from your temple, to your cheek, and down your chin, but stopping after that. No lip-on-lip kiss after that combo feels illegal.

Xavier - Sulk city over here. He absolutely wants you to make a healthy recovery and get better as soon as you can, but not being able to receive your reciprocated kisses makes him sigh. A lot. Whenever you ask him what’s wrong he shakes his head and responds with a quiet, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, instead you should focus on getting better.” Expect many kisses to your forehead. Furthermore, lots of handholding, hugs, and cuddling. If you can’t return his kisses, then he will simply aim for affections you can return.

Caleb - During the first day or two he hardly even acknowledged the lack of kisses, he was more strung up on if you were doing okay. Many remedies are offered. Lukewarm teas and broth, snacks that aren’t too crumbly, ointments, and a specific type of chapstick that won’t further irritate your lips. It isn’t until he instinctively goes in for a kiss and has to awkwardly swerve to peck your cheek instead that he realizes what he’s been lacking for the past few days, but it’s okay because your health and safety comes first. He’s more than fine with holding you and kissing your neck while a movie plays on the television.

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Prompt; Random fun activities I think the LADS would want to do with you.

Sylus - Wine tasting. It’s predictable for him, but wasn’t so predictable was his reasoning. Not only did he want an excuse to spend some quality time with you, but also for you and him to be in a controlled environment. For you to relax, knowing he’ll be able to keep you safe, and you can enjoy the warmth of casual alcohol working through your system.

A small sip of this, palate cleanser, a small sip of that, palate cleanser, rinse and repeat between idle back and forth. Tension gradually lifts from your shoulders. There’s a charcuterie board to which you pluck a grape and absently try peeling off the skin before pressing the round fruit to his lips.

A rumble comes from deep within his chest, “Your face is red, sweetie.” He kisses the tip of your finger. “No it’s not.” You murmured in return, though there’s no bite to your words. His smile only grows, “Hmm, but it is. Should I take a picture to prove it?” You lightly push on his face away even though you’re leaning in closer to his personal space.

He laughs, low and quiet, “I like seeing you like this.” His arm around your shoulders brings you closer and his lips press to your forehead, absently twirling your hair around his finger. “You’re cute when you’re carefree.”

Rafayel - Jewelry making. It was your suggestion. Why? Because it’s in the creative field, something he excels in, and because you wanted to make something special for him. It’s killing two birds with one stone. Unfortunately for you, he picks it up far better than you do, all the while actively complaining.

“I don’t understand, cutie. If you wanted jewelry I could have just bought you something, anything you wanted. I could buy you something higher in quality than this. The beads and gems aren’t bad, but they’re not something that would last long.” You were midway through finishing up when you stop you simply stare at him.

He blinks at you and you blink back. He shakes his head, feigning fear. “What’s that look for? You remind me of a scary shark eyeing an innocent fishie.” It’s only once he finally glances down at the unfinished pink bracelet you’re holding when it all comes together. The corner of his eyes crinkle. “Wait… Cutie, is it supposed to be for me?”

You frown at him. “Hmph. Not anymore.” He gasps and clutched a hand over his chest, “What? Why not? You can’t make a gift for someone then take it back.” For as much as fuss as he was stirring up, as soon as your bracelet for him is done all he does is stare at his wrist. And yes, he made something for you as well. A beautiful ankle bracelet for when you spend time on the beach with him.

Xavier - Hide and seek in a flower field. It started off a simple walk, hand in hand. That is until you let go of him in favour of wandering after a butterfly. “Xavier, look—!” When you spin around and are met with a severe lack of Xavier, you call out for him again. When you spot his fluffy platinum hair poking out between a cluster of purple and red flowers, you stifle a giggle in your hand.

Revenge time. Instead of going over to him you pretend to keep calling out for him, acting utterly clueless while slowly sinking yourself down into the tall grass and stocky flowers, except you properly crouch with your knees drawn up to your chest.

About a minute passes when you begin to hear some faint rustling nearby. “…Ah!” Then you’re pressed back against a firm chest, and the fluffy hair you saw earlier tickles your cheek. “Got you.” A quiet voice whispered in your ear. “Xavier! How did you do that?” He blinks at you with those big blue eyes which always hide the slightest hint of mischief behind them, “Do what?” Not buying his facade, you pinch his cheeks. “Wait here, I want a do over.” Even when you hide behind a large tree trunk, a boulder, and lay flat in the flower field, he finds you each and every time.

Caleb - Camping. Any excuse to whisk you far away, so the two of you are alone, together. However, he’s never as blunt as that. No, instead he disguised it behind, “Remember when we were kids, you would set up makeshift blanket tents in the backyard and cry when they didn’t stay up. So I would use my evol to keep it up and we would spend hours outside camping until it got too cold and the bugs started to annoy you, then you wanted to go back inside.”

Now that you’re both adults, you can finally safely hike by yourselves, and proceed to get Caleb to do all the work. Setting up the tent, collecting wood, getting the fire going, and making a decent outdoor dinner. Hey, you helped too! You rolled out the sleeping bags.

You get annoyed with the whole camping experience rather quickly, though. The bugs, the outdoor washroom, and the frustration of moving your chair around the entire fire pit whenever the smoke blows in your direction. Caleb chuckles at you. “Come here.” He gestures next to him, only content once you return to his side, and uses his evol to send the smoke opposite of you two. He’s surprised when he offered a s’more to you and you turned it down. “…Why not?”

“The marshmallow is too sticky, it’s going to get all over my hands.” You huffed. He eyed you for a moment. “How about I feed it to you then?” Pretending to ponder his offer, you eventually lean in and take a cautious bite of the sweet, messy treat. “It’s cold.” A mix between a chuckle and lighthearted scoff sounds from him, “Alright, pipsqueak, what can I do to make tonight better?” He’s determined to save this. You merely lean your head on his shoulder with a sigh, “I never said tonight hasn’t been good. As long as I’m with Caleb, I don’t mind.”

Zayne - Water gun fight. It was a hot day. The air conditioning was doing little to cool you down. Zayne suggested the most logical option was be close to him, clearly, because he runs cold. Ah yes, of course. However, you can be close to him at anytime. So, instead you told him to wait outside for you as you have a master plan. He did so, like a fool.

He hardly has the chance to face you at the sound of the sliding door opening when someone blasts at his chest. It didn’t hurt, but he looks down then back up at you. “Catch!” Tossing a fully loaded water gun at him, you take the opportunity to blast his leg before turning foot and running away. “Wah!” A wet blast hits your back. You turn around for a revenge attack, only to promptly be gathered by an arm. He presses his gun to your shoulder. “Any wrong move and I won’t hesitate.”

You turn your head with your mouth open. “I’m thirsty.” He gives a look and pulls the gun back, opting to blast your foot, and smiling at the way you squeal and tried jumping away. “Consuming water from a cheap, plastic outdoor toy would be unhygienic. You know better than that.”

Despite his halfheartedly scolding he raises no complaint when lick his wet cheek. He merely makes a noise and gazes down at you with an unreadable expression, his fingers ghosting over your face. And promptly sprays your side. “Ey!” You startled and pulled back to shoot him in the abdomen.

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This one is for the girlies who are like me. But imagine Sylus with an mc who is a little insecure with her eating habits, like not necessarily tracking what she eats, but still going out of her way to dodge certain foods and maybe eat less on some days. And Sylus finds out and taps his temple and is like, “Now why would a Deepspace Hunter not be fuelling her body for missions?”

And she gets huffy and defensive so Sylus tries stabilizing the situation by telling her, “I like when you eat. You make cute faces when trying something for the first time. When it’s sweet you smile, when it’s spicy your face pinches, and when it’s savoury…”

And mc is like, “What?” Then Sylus chuckles and goes, “Well, if you want to know, maybe you should try eating something savoury. My chef can make it. Then have something sweet, so I can see you smile.”