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(｡•́︿•̀｡) 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 15 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡. (‘. • ᵕ •. `)

( ≧ᗜ≦) 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴

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Grief

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that you’re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasn’t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists you’re gone forever, but he can’t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. He’s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that you’re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he won’t let it happen again, no matter the cost.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldn’t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if it’s only half? That’s how his heart feels—torn without you, the other half of his soul.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he can’t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now you’re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. What’s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If he’s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎-𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠; "𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠." 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿, 𝐼 𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐷𝐻𝐾𝐴𝑆.

Love Language

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴? (𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨)

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Giving: Acts of service & Physical touch

Xavier often struggles to articulate his feelings with words, so he relies on his actions to communicate his love.

He might fumble for the right words, but you can read his emotions through his body language, which is where he’s most sincere.

He’s always willing to help you, his acts of service might often go unnoticed because he doesn't draw attention to them. However, you knew him well and understands that these small, consistent efforts are his way of expressing love; whether it's packing your lunch (though let’s be honest, it’s ready meals) or running an errand just for you.

He cherishes physical contact with you, savoring the tingling sensation in his hand and the butterflies in his stomach whenever your hands are intertwined.

He doesn’t mind if you’re busy on your phone or reading a book; he just wants to hold you close.

He loves to cuddle, resting his head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat, which reassures him of your presence and your shared moments.

He finds comfort in nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, and imprinting it in his memory.

Receiving: Physical touch

Just as he enjoys giving physical affection, he loves receiving them as well.

He might not show overt emotional reactions but there will be subtle signs such as his faint smile, relaxed posture or his eyes softening.

Physical touch has a calming effect on Xavier, it helps him feel grounded and connected with you.

He doesn’t ask for much even, to the point that kissing him and caressing his cheek takes him aback, prompting him to shyly look down while scratching his nape, a mannerism of his endearment for you.

He adores when you take the initiative, like holding his hand in public to ensure he stays close; especially on crowded areas making sure he wouldn’t get lost, or vice versa.

In private moments, Xavier would be more open to receiving physical touch, allowing himself to be more vulnerable and affectionate. He would appreciate gentle caresses, holding hands, or being held, finding comfort and reassurance.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Giving: Quality time & Physical touch

Despite his demanding schedule as a surgeon, Zayne always carves out time to be with you.

While he might not openly express his enjoyment, his appreciation for quality time can be seen in his willingness to make time for you.

No matter how exhausting his day of consultations and surgeries has been, it all fades away the moment he sees you.

He's usually reserved at affection, most likely to be subtle and reserved. Simple gestures like a gentle touch on the arm or reassuring hand on the shoulder.

However, you can tell he's had a tough day when he comes home still in his doctor coat, walking straight to you and pulling you into a tight embrace, his head resting on your chest as he sighs softly.

His strong hands wrap around your waist, gently caressing your back in a possessive yet tender gesture, as if he’s silently conveying that you are the most important part of his life.

In an intimate setting, Zayne kisses you almost greedily, his hand on your cheek, blending his desire with his patience. He wants all of you, yet he’s careful not to push you.

Receiving: Gifts/ Physical touch & Quality time

Zayne treasures the gifts you give him, no matter how small or silly. You might think he’s put them away, but you’ll often find them on his desk, a constant reminder of you.

He loves seeing the little things you’ve given him; they make him smile and think fondly of your thoughtfulness and humor.

While he appreciates physical touch, he values the time you make for him as well.

With both of you having busy schedules, he may not always voice it out, but he deeply appreciates the moments you set aside just to be with him.

He didn’t mind that the things you do together were the simplest, he wasn’t an extravagant person after all.

Watching a movie in the comfort of your home, his arm being cradled by you; that was more than enough.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Giving: Words of Affirmation & Physical touch

Rafayel may often come across as bratty and snarky, but over time, you’ve learned that it’s his unique way of expressing love.

Sometimes he’ll deny sweet statements or act like a classic tsundere, making you chuckle and tease him about it. He might glare and cross his arms, but deep down, he loves it—especially because it’s you.

Unlike Xavier, Rafayel is adept at conveying his feelings through words, though not always straightforwardly. He expresses his emotions through stories or obscure comments.

He never gives direct compliments, but his playful teases about your quirks show that he pays close attention and values you.

While he might push you away playfully, he loves physical touch. He enjoys subtle closeness—standing near you, leaning in while talking, or initiating contact under the guise of annoyance.

His playful shoves and pokes are his way of being physically affectionate without seeming overly sentimental.

Rafayel always wants you close, never wanting you out of his sight.

In moments of genuine concern, he becomes protective, pulling you out of harm’s way or holding your hand to show solidarity, despite you being his bodyguard.

Receiving: Acts of service & Quality time

Rafayel may not openly express his appreciation for your acts of service, but he deeply values them.

His bratty attitude might downplay your efforts, but inwardly, he feels cared for and understood.

He enjoys the attention and care you provide, even if he pretends not to care or brushes them off with a teasing or snarky remark.

Rafayel cherishes your undivided attention. He never wants to share what’s his, and your focus on him is one of his favorite love languages.

Whenever you’re together, he doesn’t want you distracted by anything else—he craves your sole attention.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Giving: Gifts & Words of Affirmation

Sylus loves to spoil you rotten, often handing over his card and encouraging you to pamper yourself with whatever you desire.

He’s never stingy with his gifts, showering you with everything from expensive brands to the finest jewelry.

When his busy schedule keeps him away, he leaves you gifts as a token of his affection, making up for his absence.

Though Sylus is cocky and arrogant, he has a way with words, honed from years of making deals and running businesses.

He’s blunt and unfazed by emotional nuances, delivering his words of affirmation with a dose of brutal honesty.

He doesn’t sugarcoat his compliments, which makes them impactful. When he says something affectionate, you know it’s genuine and sincere.

His rare, heartfelt words carry weight, adding depth to his expressions of love.

Receiving: Physical touch & Quality time

Physical touch is one of Sylus's primary love languages. While he doesn’t like public displays of affection, it’s a different story when you’re alone together.

He loves intertwining his fingers with yours, reveling in the sense of superiority from the size difference and the feeling of fitting together perfectly.

Sylus is possessive and greedy, disliking the idea of you being with anyone else.

Though he may appear calm and collected, the slight narrowing of his crimson eyes reveals his disapproval.

He treasures the quality time you spend together, craving those private moments where he can hold you close and feel your presence.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒-

𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑- 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙-

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐼'𝑀 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐼𝐹 𝑀𝑌 𝐺𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐿𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝐸𝐼𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅.

Xavier — No Restraint ⛓️ | Highlights

Xavier is the epitome of calm and control.

he's always holding back, as is evident in all his memories. Yet now..he's finally decided to let go of all restraints and act on his feelings..

the setting is You and Xavier are stuck at a place (most likely a shared room due to some undercover mission or something?) due to rain.

HE'S PERFECT ✨

the way his fingers teasingly slowly slip underneath your nightdress is so sensual 😩

(there's so much female gaze in just this moment)

also the size difference between your fingers and his 😵‍💫 makes me dizzy

the way he always leans into your touch, his warm breath caressing your fingers ♡

Ofcourse, this iconic Xavier look!

when he arches a brow and looks down at you 😩

attractive collarbones, taut chest and flushed face

WHY DOES HE LOOK “ANGY” HERE 😆

wonder if its a direct kiss or if he's kissing your neck here 🤔

HE LOVES SKINSHIP 😩

but its not just about touch, its *your touch* that drives him insane 😳

XAVIER EXACTLY HOW ROUGH DO YOU LIKE IT!?

HE'S A FREAK Y'ALL 😵‍💫

XAVIER GIRLIES HOW ARE WE FEELING!? 😩😵‍💫

Your blog is so beautiful 🥹

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(♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) 𝐴𝑤𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ! 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝐴𝐷𝑆 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙! 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡~

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Hii, can i request the LADs boys reacting to mc avoiding them after they kissed for the first time?? Thank youu

First Kiss

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first kiss with Xavier was featherlight and gentle, imbued with a tenderness that was unmistakable. You could see through his body language how his tensed shoulders eased the moment your lips touched; his hand intertwined with yours while the other cupped your cheek with delicate care. He was cautious, ensuring he didn’t surprise you or cause any discomfort.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind it. As he pulled away, those tender eyes gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, the corner of his lips curving into a small, endearing smile. Overwhelmed by the intimacy, you felt a rush of embarrassment and flusteredness, instinctively turning away to excuse yourself. Your heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from your chest.

Xavier stood there, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He processed the situation, momentarily worrying that he had done something wrong to provoke such a reaction, unaware that your response was born from sheer flustered-ness.

You didn’t avoid him outright, but whenever you spoke, you averted your gaze, the memory of his lips lingering each time you met his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice tinged with guilt. He felt he might have made you uncomfortable, and though he cherished that first kiss, he was ready to restrain himself if it meant ensuring your comfort. His expression was akin to a bunny with drooping ears, vulnerable and earnest.

Xavier’s tendency to blame himself led to numerous apologies, but as you explained your side, his eyes gradually lit up. Hearing you admit that it was embarrassment and not discomfort that fueled your reaction, his imaginary bunny ears perked up.

He didn’t mind your initial avoidance, and knowing your true feelings now, a genuine smile spread across his face. The fact that he could elicit such a flustered reaction from you made him quietly elated.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne’s kiss was surprisingly intense, a stark contrast to his usual cold exterior. Many assumed his gestures would be distant and minimal, but his kiss was the complete opposite. His hand gently supported the back of your head while the other cupped your cheek, his lips pressing against yours with a passion that was almost overwhelming. His kiss was full of emotion, conveying a depth of feeling that his reserved demeanor often hid.

You were utterly flustered, even more so when he pulled away and his eyes softened, examining your dazed expression. Everything went blank in your mind, the intensity of your emotions making it hard to process anything.

For hours, you were lost in that moment. Even when he tried to speak to you, waving his hand, you barely responded, leaving him to think you were deliberately ignoring him.

“Y/n, are you angry?” he asked, his direct gaze snapping you out of your trance momentarily.

“W-What? N-No,” you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts. He remained silent, staring at you with an expectant look, prompting you to confess your feelings.

You explained that it was a pleasant but overwhelming feeling, not something you could immediately process. His expression softened, and you swore you saw the corner of his lips curve into a rare, fond smile, making you blush even more.

“Next time,” he began, “let me know.” His tone was calm, but his words carried a gentle insistence. He wanted you to communicate better for the sake of both of you.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Despite his bratty nature, Rafayel’s kiss was calculated and surprisingly tender. It was both of your first kiss, yet it felt like he instinctively knew what to do. You expected his gestures to be limited to holding hands, but his kiss was a revelation. He seemed to hold himself back, his longing and devotion palpable in the way he kissed you. It felt like he was pouring his heart into that kiss, desperate yet controlled, as if he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The rush of emotions took you by surprise. Your wide eyes, cheeks tinged with a pink blush, and racing heart betrayed your astonishment. As he pulled back, Rafayel scanned your expression, frowning slightly, unsure of your reaction.

“…What?” he asked, his confusion evident.

“…I…” You trailed off, struggling to form coherent words. Rafayel’s brows knitted in curiosity and confusion.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” he said, his signature annoyed expression appearing as he crossed his arms.

“What? No! I did!” you quickly reassured him, knowing how dramatic Rafayel could be.

He turned away with a huff, unconvinced by your words. In the end, it was you who needed to explain your reaction. Before you could avoid him, Rafayel would confront you, demanding clarity.

Despite his bratty demeanor, which you found endearing, Rafayel took full advantage of your reactions, using them to his benefit. His charm lay in his ability to be both frustrating and utterly captivating.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sharing your first kiss with Sylus was an intense, straightforward gesture. Once he had your consent, he held nothing back. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you feel his dominance as he crashed his lips against yours. His kiss was deep and demanding, his grip on your hand tightening as he leaned in further. It was rough and aggressive, leaving you breathless and taken aback.

When he finally pulled away, his grip on you loosened slightly. You excused yourself quickly, feeling the embarrassment and the pounding of your heart. The encounter left you flustered and speechless.

For hours, you avoided him, feeling awkward whenever you crossed paths in the manor. You gave him no explanation, leaving him puzzled and annoyed.

Eventually, he cornered you, pulling you close so your chest pressed against his. His towering figure and intense gaze made you even more flustered.

“I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetie,” he said, his tone slightly annoyed. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “If you didn’t like it, you can simply tell me.”

The close proximity made you stammer, but you managed to explain your reaction despite your stuttering. His frown slowly eased, replaced by a smirk as he realized the effect his kiss had on you.

“I should increase that effect then,” he concluded, his gaze narrowing in amusement.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡!

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠- 𝐴𝐻𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐴. 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐾 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐺 <3 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

Xavier’s Tender Night but he’s wearing The Panda Onesie 🐼⭐️

The night can’t get any darker bc ur panda suit is eating me help

Welcome Back

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Despite being utterly exhausted from your mission, you took great care in opening the apartment door you shared with Xavier, not wanting to wake him if he was already asleep.

Given how he always seemed drowsy during the day, you assumed he’d be in bed by now. But you had forgotten that Xavier was always up late, hunting Wanderers and attending to his own errands.

Quietly closing the door behind you, you were taken by surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing gently against your back.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” you asked softly, concerned that your footsteps and the creaking floor might have disturbed his sleep.

He nuzzled into your nape, inhaling your scent, his embrace firm yet tender, as if afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

“No,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your neck. “I waited for you.”

A twinge of guilt washed over you. “Let’s rest then?” you suggested softly.

But there was no response. Turning your head, you saw that he had miraculously fallen asleep in that position.

Even though he was leaning on you, his weight wasn’t burdensome, but his even breathing and heaving shoulders told you he was sound asleep.

Raising a hand to wake him, you changed your mind and instead began to gently massage his scalp with one hand while caressing his hand on your waist with the other.

He let out a soft, satisfied mumble, melting into your touch.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Usually, Zayne would be the one who would come home late after his night surgeries, but tonight, it was you.

Opening the door, you noticed a light on in the living room. Zayne was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands, his eyes immediately locking onto you as you walked in.

“You’re late. It’s already past midnight,” he stated calmly, though you detected a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yeah, sorry. I had to finish some documents,” you replied, feeling a pang of guilt for worrying him.

Setting his book down, he stood up, his expression composed but his concern evident. "You should have called," he said, walking over to you with steady, pragmatic concern.

"I know, but I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted.

He sighed softly, a rare show of emotion. "It's never a bother when it’s about you," he said, gently touching your arm. "Are you okay?"

“I’m fine, just tired,” you assured him with a small smile.

“Good,” he nodded, his stoicism softening as he looked at you. "But next time, just let me know."

Nodding, you felt warmth in your chest at his words. Despite his reserved nature, you knew he cared deeply. “I promise.”

He gave a slight, approving nod before stepping back. "Alright, let’s get you to bed. You need rest."

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," Rafayel quipped, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as you walked in.

You sighed, closing the door behind you. "I had a job, Rafayel. It took longer than expected."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were out having fun without me."

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you. "Seriously, Rafayel, it was work."

He stood up, sauntering over to you with that roguish charm that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"You could have at least called, you know. I was starting to think you found someone more interesting than me," he said, a mock pout on his lips.

"You know that’s not true," you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your tiredness.

He stopped in front of you, his playful demeanor softening just a bit. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of it," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I might start to get jealous."

Laughing softly, you felt the tension of the day melt away. "I’ll keep that in mind."

"Good," he said, leaning in closer. "Now, how about a proper welcome home kiss?"

You obliged, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His teasing nature might annoy and drive you crazy sometimes, but beneath it all, you knew he cared deeply for you.

As you pulled away, he smirked. "See? Was that so hard?"

Shaking your head, amused, you replied, "You're impossible."

"But you love me anyway," he retorted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yes, I do," you admitted, sighing softly in defeat at his annoyingly-childish charm.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

"Out late, aren’t we, sweetie?" Sylus remarked coolly, his tone controlled.

The lights were still on, and he was sitting in a sleek armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking completely unbothered.

“Nice to see you too, Sylus,” you said, setting your bag down and rolling your eyes. "The job just took longer than expected."

Standing up, he walked over to you with that confident, almost intimidating grace he always had. "You could have called," he said.

"And miss out on your reaction? Where's the fun in that?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

He chuckled, almost a scoff of amusement, clearly enjoying the banter. "Fair enough. But next time, try not to keep me waiting."

"Impatient and bossy?" you teased, crossing your arms.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement and something more intense. "Assertive, more like." He said, tilting your chin up. "Did you at least have a productive night?"

"It was fine. Just a lot of work," you said, trying to ignore the way your heart raced under his gaze.

"Good," he replied, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I expect nothing less from you."

Raising an eyebrow, you didn’t back down. "And I expect nothing less than a proper welcome home from my significant other."

He laughed, a deep raspy tone. "Demanding, aren’t we? But I suppose you’ve earned it."

Leaning in, he kissed you in the forehead, a mix of possessiveness and affection in the gesture. When he pulled back, his eyes still twinkled with that ever-present dominance.

"If you keep coming home this late, I might have to start tagging along on these jobs of yours," he said lightly, but with underlying seriousness.

"Like you’d ever leave Onychinus for a night," you retorted, grinning knowing he’d never leave it to the twins.

"True," he conceded. "But for you, I might make an exception."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟/ 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 (𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑) 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟.

Thank you so much for my kitten request, it was super cute 🩷

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𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡! 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒! 𝐼 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠~♥ (𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴-)

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You don't write NSFW / R18 requests but would you do suggestive or mild content? Maybe PG13 or something?

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ヾ(•ω•`)o 𝑌𝑒𝑠~ 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤; 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅18 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠.

𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒/ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦~ (𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟- 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴) ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒~

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Hello, if it's ok with you we could have a reaction of the LaDS boys reacting to hearing the reader's sneeze for the first time and she sneezes like a kitten? (my body is ready for Sylus's part

Kitten Sneeze

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Upon sneezing, you sounded remarkably like the cat that Xavier feeds outside the apartment. He paused mid-action, his expression inscrutable as he observed you wiping your nose with a handkerchief, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“What…?” You asked, blinking at him in confusion.

“I thought I heard an actual kitten,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Xavier had a soft spot for kittens, often stopping to pet strays whenever he encountered them. He wouldn't even pull back if a kitten decided to nibble his finger.

“I didn’t know you were capable of mimicking a kitten,” he chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curving into a rare, gentle smile. His eyes softened, exuding a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It was very cute.”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

“Are you alright?” Zayne's voice carried a tinge of concern as he glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. Before you could respond, you sneezed again, the high-pitched sound eerily similar to a kitten's meow. As a dedicated doctor, his initial worry was whether this was a respiratory problem, but the consistency of your sneezes reassured him it was just a quirky trait of yours.

“Drink water,” he murmured, gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. With his other hand, he held a glass of water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped. “I’m worried that you might be catching a cold or an allergy.”

“No, I’m okay,” you reassured him, sniffing a bit.

“Mm.” Zayne subtly nodded at your words; his concern not entirely dispelled. Though he wouldn’t openly admit it, he found your sneezing adorable, its kitten-like quality endearing to someone who secretly had a soft spot for such creatures, like him.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

“A-Achoo..!” Your sneeze, sounding like a tiny cat’s meow, made Rafayel flinch visibly. He wasn't fond of cats, a fact you were well aware of, but his reaction still caught you off guard.

He stared at you with wide eyes and a furrowed brow, looking genuinely bewildered. “Was that you?”

You wiped your nose, sniffling as you met his incredulous gaze. “Yeah, why?”

“…” His frown deepened as he slowly backed away, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance. “This is why you aren’t supposed to come near those fur-monsters! They’re already affecting you!”

“…” You rolled your eyes at his dramatic antics, only to notice him dialing something on his phone. Realization dawned as you saw he was calling an ambulance.

“Rafayel-!”

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Hearing your adorable kitten-like sneeze, the first thing Sylus did was chuckle, his deep and raspy voice resonating throughout the room. He had been engrossed in a book just before you sneezed, but the unexpected sound captured his full attention.

“What was that?”

“What was what…? I sneezed…”

“Seems like I’ve been right all along,” he mused, his crimson eyes locking onto you with an amused glint. You frowned slightly, unsure of his meaning.

“You really are my kitten,” he declared, his voice laced with a possessive endearment that made your cheeks burn. His straightforward claim left you blushing profusely, his intense gaze making your heart race as he reaffirmed your place in his life.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 (𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟) 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡- 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴.

the kpop idol reaction was so funny, I had to stop reading after Xavier's bc the ending was HILARIOUS

looking forward to more of your works!

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(ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ!

𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝐶.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠~♥ 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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Hi! Can I request Lads boys react Mc who's a big fan of k-pop boy band idols to the point their room is filled with their merchandise or if she have a chance she go to concert too? Her delulu and fantasy may or may not make the boys jealous because it make her oblivious to their court. (any of the idols choice is yours)

Thank you!

K-pop Idol Reaction

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬-𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

You accidentally left your door open when you grabbed the mail. Xavier, passing by, noticed the open door and his protective instincts kicked in seeing a figure. He entered your room, only to be greeted by a large poster of your favorite K-pop idol.

Hearing footsteps, you turned and panicked, “X-Xavier!” You tried to pull him away, but it was too late. His eyes roamed the room, taking in the walls plastered with posters and the pictures stuck to your floor-length mirror.

Unfamiliar with the K-pop craze, Xavier looked at a poster and asked, “Do you know these people?” He tilted his head slightly, inspecting it with curiosity.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “Well…” It was a yes and no.

“I’ve been following them for a while now,” you admitted, scratching your cheek and avoiding his gaze.

Xavier misunderstood, thinking you meant they were relatives or significant acquaintances. “Do you want my photos?”

“… What?”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne knocked on your door, inviting you to eat with him after cooking a meal. However, you couldn’t hear him over the latest album from the K-pop boy band you’ve followed since their debut.

When there was no response, Zayne entered the room. You jumped up, hastily removing your earphones and hiding your phone. The door opened widely, revealing Zayne’s curious gaze. He took in the numerous posters on your walls.

“This—” you stammered, searching for an excuse.

“I didn’t know you were such a fan,” he mused, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. You blushed lightly at his comment and gave him a wordless glare, questioning his sudden intrusion.

“Food’s cooked. Eat with me while it’s still fresh and hot,” he said, answering your silent question. He looked around again, assessing your dedication to the band. Knowing their concert was approaching, he added, “I’m free next month. We can book tickets and attend the concert together if you want.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with excitement. Zayne nodded.

“Make sure you get enough rest if you want it to happen, and eat your meal soon.” It was a compromise you were absolutely willing to take.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

You always made sure your door was closed to prevent Rafayel from seeing your room, which was entirely covered with photos and posters of your K-pop idols. But today, he forced his way inside, frustrated by your constant seclusion.

“What’s this?!” Rafayel exclaimed, pointing at a floor-length poster of an idol.

“Surely you’ve heard of them, right?” you replied, feeling like you had just been caught red-handed.

He seemed upset, and you thought it was because you were a fan of a K-pop boy band. But then he surprised you by saying, “Why aren’t my photos here?”

“Huh?”

“I’m quite famous too, y’know!” he argued, “Why aren’t my photos glued to your walls?”

"..." He was definitely jealous, just not in the way you thought.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

With Sylus and his Evol and Mephisto around, nothing escaped his notice. You didn’t bother hiding your love for the Korean band, openly humming their songs and buying merchandises even with Sylus by your side.

At first, he didn’t mind, even giving you his card to spend as you liked. But when you planned to attend a concert instead of accompanying him to a business meeting, it ticked him off.

“You’re telling me, you’re letting Luke and Kieran take your place at a business meeting with me because the date of this ‘concert’ aligns with the day?” he asked, arms crossed as he stared down at you.

“Yeah, why?” you replied without hesitation, not seeing the issue.

He sighed, pinching his temples in frustration. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you, sweetie.”

He then added, “I can just sing you a song instead,” he offered, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that his singing was ‘out of this world’.

“… That’s not the same thing…” you sweat-dropped. “I’m sure Luke and Kieran will love that, though.”

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑌𝐸𝑆. 𝐷𝐸𝐿𝑈𝐿𝑈-𝑁𝐸𝑆𝑆. 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑~

𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑈𝑆 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐺𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝑈𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅 - 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆

Found this in TikTok and wanted to show the Sylus Mains here ☺️

Have fun with this lovelies 🩷🤭

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𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠' 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝐼𝐺 𝑏𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑟-…

LADS men and the type of thirst traps they dont post

— slight nsfw

SYLUS

Biker Aesthetic

He's got a motorcycle and he's making all these videos with him customizing it. Then there's other clips of him putting on his leather jacket and helmet, and test riding after the customizations. And he believes he's doing a good job cause his videos have so many likes, shares and saves. But one glance at the comments makes him realize he's debuted on the Booktok/Bookstagram communities. He's being used on wattpad fic covers, and pinterest’s bad boy moodboards. People asking him to choke them and what not.

ZAYNE

Gym/Workout Aesthetic

Akso Hospital decides to host a Health & Fitness drive in partnership with a Gym that opened nearby them. And Zayne gets asked to volunteer for some promo videos. He's being recorded from several angles doing pull-ups, with zoomed-in shots of his sweaty, shirt-clad chest, close-ups of his face as he pants with weariness, and a not-so accidental shot of his dick bulge in his tight-fitting workout pants. Thanks to his promo videos, many are signing up for the health & fitness drive.

RAFAYEL

Idol Fashion Aesthetic

Rafayel wouldn't call them thirst traps but he's very particular with what he posts on social media. He does a lot of those “get ready with me” videos which proceed with a bunch of shots of him taking off his shirt, showing just enough skin..with a very knowing smile on his face before he changes into another. He's aware that he's hot and he knows what he's doing but he keeps a balance— not excessively obscene; just sultry enough to make fans lose their minds. He's a well-known artist so obviously there's fan edits of his videos.

XAVIER

Hot Chef Aesthetic

Xavier comes across those food trend videos and decides to try some of them. Only his viewers talk less about his efforts in learning cooking and more about how fine he is, and how gorgeous his arms look when he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, arm veins flexing while he works. Or the way his shirt hikes up slightly when he reaches for something kept at a distance, revealing a hint of his abs and the v-line of his lower abdomen. Comments are full of people saying “they'd rather have him than the food”.

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hi! i just wanted to say I love your writing! I noticed your requests were open and I was wondering if you could please write something with Sylus x reader where Sylus gets jealous of MC’s coworker or anything like that. Thank you!! 🩷

Possession and Jealousy

sʏʟᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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Calling Sylus the most jealous man you knew was an understatement; he should be the ONLY man you know. That’s his point. He’s possessive of his possessions, whether material or not, and that included you. If only you would stay in the N109 zone, then he could keep an eye on you at all times.

But knowing you had to return to Linkon City sooner or later, he didn’t stop you. After all, he gave you a brooch so you could return to him anytime.

What he didn’t expect was you taking your time to return. You had no other business there for now, and you had a job as a hunter to keep. Of course, you had responsibilities in Linkon City.

During his free time, he would impatiently rest his chin on his palm, elbows on the table, frowning at nothing. The mere fact of your absence irritated him, though he wouldn’t openly admit it to anyone. Even while fulfilling his errands and business meetings as usual, his mind occasionally drifted towards thoughts of you.

Where were you? What were you up to? And whatnot.

Luckily enough, he had Mephisto monitoring you at all times. The mechanical crow would always stand on the power wires, acting almost innocently, but you knew it was basically stalking you. Not that you minded; it was both amusing and endearing to have Sylus monitor you every day using Mephisto.

The mechanical crow would usually return to Sylus at night before going back out in the morning to observe more. From the moment you woke up until the end of the day when you retreated to the comfort of your blankets, Mephisto was there.

Everything was as usual that night. Sylus sat by his bed in his sleeping robe, glasses on, a book in his lap. Just in time, the mechanical flap of Mephisto’s wings echoed until it reached his bedside.

His crimson eyes skimmed through the pages of the book, occasionally glancing at the screen playing your entire day as observed by Mephisto.

Nothing was out of the ordinary until he saw the same guy, who seemed to be a newly hired hunter, coming up to your desk repeatedly. You, being the kind and helpful hunter you were, always assisted him.

That’s when Sylus’s attention to the book gradually disappeared. He stared intensely at the hologram of the new hunter beside you. If looks could kill—there’s no need, because he’d personally deliver that.

The next morning, as you prepared as usual, you noticed Mephisto was nowhere on the power cords. You made sure to glance around, but there was no trace of the mechanical crow. You dismissed it, thinking Sylus had used Mephisto for something more important.

But imagine your surprise when you heard a knock at your apartment door. You instantly recognized the messy silver hair and crimson eyes staring down at you.

You stood there, blinking up at him. He frowned a bit, looking annoyed. “So?” he asked, probably waiting for you to welcome him in. His face spelled out three words: ‘Let me in.’ You eventually did.

“Where’s Mephisto?”

“You’re looking for him when I’m right here?”

You almost looked at him in disbelief. Is he being petty about his own mechanical crow? You almost cracked a chuckle but held it in. “Never mind.”

“I’m surprised you’re here; don’t you have something important to do?” you asked.

“I do. I just came by since I’ll be leaving shortly,” he replied, walking towards you. He leaned in, giving a quick poke on your forehead. His small signature smirk was plastered on his lips. “Stop entertaining other people. People might think you’re still single.”

“Are you jealous?” You smiled, laughing a bit.

“I am,” he bluntly said, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly to the side, giving you that dominant look. “And I don’t like it when someone gets close to what’s mine.”

You immediately connected the dots, figuring it was probably the intern that had been asking for your assistance who triggered his possessiveness. Even then, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you placed your hand on his cheek, gently caressing it, reassuring him.

He released a soft sigh, annoyed by your antics but also endeared by them.

It even surprised you that Sylus didn’t do anything to that individual. He was acting very tame; he just seemed to have approached you, which was a bit unusual. Maybe it was your gentleness rubbing off on him.

Thank goodness. It would be pretty bad if something were to happen.

You thought that was the end of it until you returned to the association and heard from Tara that the newbie insisted on being placed in a different faction from yours.

“He really didn’t want to stay; I wonder if we did something wrong,” she wondered thoughtfully.

You hesitated in your mind, immediately thinking of Sylus. Just then, you saw Mephisto land on a nearby power cord, tilting its head innocently at you.

“Captain Jenna wants to talk to us about it.”

“That bastard,” you muttered under your breath.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~♥ 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 <3

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐷𝑂𝐸𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝑀𝑌 𝐵𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁.

Grief

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that you’re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasn’t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists you’re gone forever, but he can’t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. He’s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that you’re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he won’t let it happen again, no matter the cost.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldn’t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if it’s only half? That’s how his heart feels—torn without you, the other half of his soul.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he can’t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now you’re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. What’s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If he’s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎-𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠; "𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠." 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿, 𝐼 𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐷𝐻𝐾𝐴𝑆.

𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐼 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝐴𝐵𝑆𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑇𝐸𝐿𝑌 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑀𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑃𝐼𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑈𝑆 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑂𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇- 𝐴𝑆𝐷𝐾𝐽𝐻𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐷𝐴𝐷𝑆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⌞ ②① 𝑫𝓪𝔂𝓼 ⌝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Illusio with XAVIER dressed in [Steamy] + bonus Ring [Oath of Starry Twilight] ⊹₊ ⋆

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Love Language

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴? (𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨)

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Giving: Acts of service & Physical touch

Xavier often struggles to articulate his feelings with words, so he relies on his actions to communicate his love.

He might fumble for the right words, but you can read his emotions through his body language, which is where he’s most sincere.

He’s always willing to help you, his acts of service might often go unnoticed because he doesn't draw attention to them. However, you knew him well and understands that these small, consistent efforts are his way of expressing love; whether it's packing your lunch (though let’s be honest, it’s ready meals) or running an errand just for you.

He cherishes physical contact with you, savoring the tingling sensation in his hand and the butterflies in his stomach whenever your hands are intertwined.

He doesn’t mind if you’re busy on your phone or reading a book; he just wants to hold you close.

He loves to cuddle, resting his head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat, which reassures him of your presence and your shared moments.

He finds comfort in nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, and imprinting it in his memory.

Receiving: Physical touch

Just as he enjoys giving physical affection, he loves receiving them as well.

He might not show overt emotional reactions but there will be subtle signs such as his faint smile, relaxed posture or his eyes softening.

Physical touch has a calming effect on Xavier, it helps him feel grounded and connected with you.

He doesn’t ask for much even, to the point that kissing him and caressing his cheek takes him aback, prompting him to shyly look down while scratching his nape, a mannerism of his endearment for you.

He adores when you take the initiative, like holding his hand in public to ensure he stays close; especially on crowded areas making sure he wouldn’t get lost, or vice versa.

In private moments, Xavier would be more open to receiving physical touch, allowing himself to be more vulnerable and affectionate. He would appreciate gentle caresses, holding hands, or being held, finding comfort and reassurance.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Giving: Quality time & Physical touch

Despite his demanding schedule as a surgeon, Zayne always carves out time to be with you.

While he might not openly express his enjoyment, his appreciation for quality time can be seen in his willingness to make time for you.

No matter how exhausting his day of consultations and surgeries has been, it all fades away the moment he sees you.

He's usually reserved at affection, most likely to be subtle and reserved. Simple gestures like a gentle touch on the arm or reassuring hand on the shoulder.

However, you can tell he's had a tough day when he comes home still in his doctor coat, walking straight to you and pulling you into a tight embrace, his head resting on your chest as he sighs softly.

His strong hands wrap around your waist, gently caressing your back in a possessive yet tender gesture, as if he’s silently conveying that you are the most important part of his life.

In an intimate setting, Zayne kisses you almost greedily, his hand on your cheek, blending his desire with his patience. He wants all of you, yet he’s careful not to push you.

Receiving: Gifts/ Physical touch & Quality time

Zayne treasures the gifts you give him, no matter how small or silly. You might think he’s put them away, but you’ll often find them on his desk, a constant reminder of you.

He loves seeing the little things you’ve given him; they make him smile and think fondly of your thoughtfulness and humor.

While he appreciates physical touch, he values the time you make for him as well.

With both of you having busy schedules, he may not always voice it out, but he deeply appreciates the moments you set aside just to be with him.

He didn’t mind that the things you do together were the simplest, he wasn’t an extravagant person after all.

Watching a movie in the comfort of your home, his arm being cradled by you; that was more than enough.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Giving: Words of Affirmation & Physical touch

Rafayel may often come across as bratty and snarky, but over time, you’ve learned that it’s his unique way of expressing love.

Sometimes he’ll deny sweet statements or act like a classic tsundere, making you chuckle and tease him about it. He might glare and cross his arms, but deep down, he loves it—especially because it’s you.

Unlike Xavier, Rafayel is adept at conveying his feelings through words, though not always straightforwardly. He expresses his emotions through stories or obscure comments.

He never gives direct compliments, but his playful teases about your quirks show that he pays close attention and values you.

While he might push you away playfully, he loves physical touch. He enjoys subtle closeness—standing near you, leaning in while talking, or initiating contact under the guise of annoyance.

His playful shoves and pokes are his way of being physically affectionate without seeming overly sentimental.

Rafayel always wants you close, never wanting you out of his sight.

In moments of genuine concern, he becomes protective, pulling you out of harm’s way or holding your hand to show solidarity, despite you being his bodyguard.

Receiving: Acts of service & Quality time

Rafayel may not openly express his appreciation for your acts of service, but he deeply values them.

His bratty attitude might downplay your efforts, but inwardly, he feels cared for and understood.

He enjoys the attention and care you provide, even if he pretends not to care or brushes them off with a teasing or snarky remark.

Rafayel cherishes your undivided attention. He never wants to share what’s his, and your focus on him is one of his favorite love languages.

Whenever you’re together, he doesn’t want you distracted by anything else—he craves your sole attention.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Giving: Gifts & Words of Affirmation

Sylus loves to spoil you rotten, often handing over his card and encouraging you to pamper yourself with whatever you desire.

He’s never stingy with his gifts, showering you with everything from expensive brands to the finest jewelry.

When his busy schedule keeps him away, he leaves you gifts as a token of his affection, making up for his absence.

Though Sylus is cocky and arrogant, he has a way with words, honed from years of making deals and running businesses.

He’s blunt and unfazed by emotional nuances, delivering his words of affirmation with a dose of brutal honesty.

He doesn’t sugarcoat his compliments, which makes them impactful. When he says something affectionate, you know it’s genuine and sincere.

His rare, heartfelt words carry weight, adding depth to his expressions of love.

Receiving: Physical touch & Quality time

Physical touch is one of Sylus's primary love languages. While he doesn’t like public displays of affection, it’s a different story when you’re alone together.

He loves intertwining his fingers with yours, reveling in the sense of superiority from the size difference and the feeling of fitting together perfectly.

Sylus is possessive and greedy, disliking the idea of you being with anyone else.

Though he may appear calm and collected, the slight narrowing of his crimson eyes reveals his disapproval.

He treasures the quality time you spend together, craving those private moments where he can hold you close and feel your presence.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒-

The appearance of this man is insane-

"Immobilized"

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑆 𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑆 𝑀𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐴𝐾.

𝐷𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑛𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝑅𝐸 𝑆𝑂 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑅𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸, 𝑋𝐴𝑉.

𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 𝑆𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑀𝐸 𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀 𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑈𝑆

Cutest lil baby! 😭😭😭💕

Lil Xav literally swinging a sword at a concert full of people. The brightest and biggest lightstick!

Rainy Encounters

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The rain wasn't heavy, but the light drizzle was enough to make you seek shelter under the awning of a nearby café. You mentally kicked yourself for not bringing an umbrella, though you considered making a run for it.

"Y/N," a familiar voice called out. You instantly recognized the gentle, comforting tone and turned to see Xavier approaching.

"Xav, I didn’t know you were around," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

"I was by the bus terminal," he replied, gesturing towards the waiting shed. "Then I saw you."

You realized he had moved just to be by your side, even though he already had shelter. His quiet dedication always amazed you.

"Do you have an umbrella?"

"No," he answered, seemingly unconcerned about being stuck in the rain with you.

You chuckled, typical Xavier—content as long as he was with you.

"Look, the bus is arriving," he said, cutting your laugh short. Before you could suggest waiting for the next one, he removed his jacket, revealing a black turtleneck underneath.

Draping his jacket over your head, he gently took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he led you towards the bus.

Your footsteps echoed softly on the wet concrete, and though his hair and clothes grew damp, he remained unfazed.

His priority was your comfort and protection, always putting you first above everything else.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

As the rain caught up to you on your way home, you were surprised to see Zayne's car parked outside, waiting for you.

He knew you were too stubborn to bring an umbrella, despite his warnings about the weather forecast.

His gaze swept over your slightly soaked appearance with a slight frown. Holding an umbrella over your head, he guided you to the passenger seat.

"You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here. Let’s get you somewhere dry and warm. I’m not letting you get sick on my watch." His concern was genuine, though expressed pragmatically.

"I thought you were working," you said, raising an eyebrow as you settled into the car.

"And I thought I told you to bring an umbrella," he retorted, stowing the umbrella behind the seat.

"I thought the weather forecast was overreacting," you admitted sheepishly. "It wasn’t in my plan."

"I suppose getting drenched was part of your plan for today? Next time, maybe consider an umbrella."

"I will," you laughed. "But I’m fine, I promise."

He gave a small hum and nod, then turned to you with a hand towel, gently drying your hair with a delicate touch.

His words might have sounded stern, but you knew he was just looking out for you, he always had been.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

With an umbrella barely shielding you from the rain, you stood outside the art studio, waiting for Rafayel. You probably could’ve intruded but you didn't want to interrupt his creative process.

"You look like a fish out of water," a familiar voice remarked, making you turn around to see Rafayel approaching.

"Enjoying the weather or waiting for me?" he teased, his bratty attitude shining through.

"I’m enjoying the weather," you retorted, matching his tone with a playful huff.

"A child could lie better," he smirked, leaning in to examine you closely. "You could have called me. I wouldn’t have known you were here."

"It’s fine, I didn’t want to bother you," you replied. "Besides, I wanted to have dinner with you."

He flashed a small, almost smug smile and took the umbrella from your hand, holding it for both of you. "Let’s get out of the rain before you catch a cold."

He raised his elbow, and you wrapped your arm around it as you walked together.

The umbrella barely covered the two of you, but he made sure you got most of the space, not caring if some raindrops fell on his shoulder.

He could have grabbed another umbrella from the studio, but missing out on having you close?

No way. Not even the rain could keep you apart.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

You glanced outside, seeing the rain pelting the association’s glass panes. You texted Sylus about rescheduling your plans due to the weather but received no response. You assumed he was busy with his own agenda.

However, as you walked outside the association, you spotted him leaning against his motorcycle, fixing his gloves, completely unfazed by the danger of being near the association that wanted him.

You hurried to his side, whispering, "What are you doing here?" while looking around nervously.

"Is fetching you wrong now?" he scoffed, his arrogance once infuriating but now oddly captivating.

"No, but—" You were too busy scanning around to notice he used his Evol. Suddenly, you found yourself mounted on his motorcycle, red mist swirling around you.

Sylus wasn't worried at all. He glanced at you, gently placing a helmet on your head, his eyes reveling in the thrill of the situation.

"I don’t want to wait," he said firmly, his voice commanding. He removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around your petite form, the large garment enveloping you.

He was most definitely impatient, but when it came to you, he'd always make time.

Not even the weather would ruin your date.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠. (𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 :<)

𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦~ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

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