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Here’s some thoughts that I’ve been munching on about Vogel this morning:

Does Darius know about the twins most unfortunate end? If so, how does he feel about it?

How did such an incident occur, or has he been especially careful not to touch the twins without wearing his gloves?

Have the twins asked him to reveal what their most unfortunate ends would be, and are hoping to change it by assisting Darius?

Tbh, idk but I kind of torn if I want him to know or not. I need to mull this over more.

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I will never shut up about them

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OM NOM NOM

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Leon’s Love Languages….ᐟ ᰔ

leon kennedy x gn! reader 

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: Kinda rushed . Not proof read! (I've been busy :c) I liked writing this, I might write more like this for more characters, ada’s probably next ! >_<

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જ⁀➴ #1 - PHYSICAL TOUCH ⊹₊⟡ 

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╰┈➤ RE2R! Leon LOVES holding your hand. He does it every chance he gets - in public or not. He especially loves holding your hand in public because it lets people know you’re his. 

╰┈➤  Kisses make him MELT. Forehead, cheek, lip, neck, collarbone, doesn’t matter where. Kissing him randomly will turn Leon into a flustered mess. 

╰┈➤ He’s basically a puppy, he loves it when you play with his hair. 

╰┈➤ RE4R! Leon’s a bit hesitant when it comes to giving you physical affection, he’s shy about asking, so he does it in subtle ways.

╰┈➤ If you mention feeling sick at all - regardless of what type of sick, he’ll touch your forehead to feel for your temperature, just wanting an excuse to touch your face. 

╰┈➤He gently touches your arm when you’re talking, especially if you’re talking about something you’re passionate about because you don’t even notice his touch. 

╰┈➤ Whenever you’re in the car together, his hand immediately drifts to your thigh. 

╰┈➤ He waits for you to initiate cuddling, he doesn’t want to be seen as weak for wanting cuddles. But he’s touch starved, so he’ll cuddle you once you’ve fallen asleep if you didn’t initiate cuddles.

╰┈➤ Leon can’t express in words how loved he feels when he gets cuddles. He hates admitting it outloud, to him, it feels childish. But he feels relaxed when your arms are around him, and it’s easier for him to sleep when he knows you're safe in his arms.

╰┈➤ Older! Leon is literally a big guard dog, he’s always got his big arms around you to protect you. Touch makes him feel so special, and he really needs that comfort as much as he can get. He’s basically attached to your hip. 

╰┈➤He complains after missions/work - he’s getting old, so he’s got more aches on his body, and he loves massages. It feels so intimate but also helps him relieve stress and relax, so he’ll whine about his aches until you offer him a massage. 

જ⁀➴ #2 - ACTS OF SERVICE ⊹₊⟡ 

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╰┈➤RE2R! Leon orders food to your place without you asking. He won’t even tell you so you’re taken by surprise once your favorite meal is at your door without you ever having to pay.

╰┈➤Again, he’s basically a puppy, so he carries your bags to help you out and to show off how strong/capable he is.

╰┈➤  RE4R! Leon has to resort to acts of service a lot since you two spend a lot of time apart. 

╰┈➤ So, he’ll send you texts and call you every chance he gets while away to remind you that yes, he’s alive, that he loves you and that he’s thinking of you.

╰┈➤ He notices small things. He’s always been an observer, but especially so when he started dating you. So you’ll notice that some more snacks you mentioned are in the pantry, or that there’s a refill of the perfume you mentioned you’re running low on.

╰┈➤ Leon works a LOT, he knows you hate it. He hates it too. So, he always brings you a small gift once he returns from his missions. Flowers, chocolates, giftcards, you name it. He wants to make you feel even better once he comes home. 

╰┈➤He tries his best to help you out when you’re stressed, he’ll do your least favorite chore or fill up your car with gas, anything to help you out. 

╰┈➤Leon also doesn’t care much for himself. His place gets messy often and quickly - he doesn’t have much time to clean. Which is why he loves when you return some favors back to him. 

╰┈➤He can’t hide his smile once he’s returned from a mission to a clean living space. Or when you made him some food since you knew he’d be too tired to. It makes him feel special when you do the things for him that he just can’t do himself.

╰┈➤Older! Leon likes taking care of you. He’s seen so many people die, he wants to keep you safe and protected. So he takes on the role of your caregiver. He’ll do small things to make it feel like he’s caring for/spoiling you. 

╰┈➤Breakfast in bed is usually his go to. He likes cooking for you because then he knows you’re being well fed, and he likes taking chores off of your plate. 

જ⁀➴ #3 - QUALITY TIME ⊹₊⟡ 

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╰┈➤RE2R! Leon loves planning regular dates with you. He usually lets you choose what to do, but when he chooses it’s typically dinner dates or movie dates. He’s pretty traditional. 

╰┈➤RE4R! Leon savors every moment he can get with you because of his job. He’s always away and neither of you know if he’s even going to come back in peace. So he wants to cherish every moment he can.

╰┈➤Leon has trouble sleeping, so he often ends up waking before you, and his favorite moment of the day is always when he just gets to lie down with you curled up in his arms. 

╰┈➤Leon follows you around like a baby duckling. He can’t help it, he feels a magnetic pull to you, sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s following you around. He simply likes basking in your presence. 

╰┈➤He also likes watching you enjoying your hobbies and asking you questions about it every few minutes. 

╰┈➤Older! Leon likes simple moments with you. He doesn’t have as much energy as he used to, so he enjoys going on walks with you, hugging you from behind while you cook, finding beauty in the small time you two get to share, no matter how simple. 

╰┈➤Leon loves just being able to put on a movie and just cuddle you while watching together. He’s not even paying attention to the movie, just you. 

જ⁀➴ #4 - WORDS OF AFFIRMATION ⊹₊⟡ 

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╰┈➤RE2R! Leon is a lovesick puppy. He loves pet names from you, and he loves giving you pet names like “darling”, “prince/princess”, “gorgeous”. 

╰┈➤He can’t contain his urge to just ramble about how beautiful he dins you or how precious you are to him. 

╰┈➤ RE4R! Leon’s not really a man of many words. He stays quiet a lot, he doesn’t like pouring his heart out. 

╰┈➤Except when he’s drunk. When there’s a drunk Leon, there’s a cling Leon. Drunk Leon makes sure you know in detail how much he cares about you and how much he’d do for you. He makes sure to tell you he thinks you’re beautiful and that he loves you a good hundred times between drunken ramblings. 

╰┈➤Older! Leon’s never really been one to like compliments either, in his line of work he’s mostly complimented for stuff he doesn’t like/care about, like his strength. 

╰┈➤ But Leon loves getting compliments about his character, like how he cares so much about the lives of others, his selflessness, about the small things you notice about him that no one else takes their time to see. 

╰┈➤ So, the compliments Leon gives you similar compliments back. He wants to give you the same butterflies in your stomach that he gets. He’ll compliment you on your hobbies, your character traits, small details he notices about you.

╰┈➤ That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like complimenting your appearance. You swear you hear him call you pretty 17 times a day. He can’t shut himself up about how gorgeous he finds you. 

╰┈➤ But there’s nothing he loves more than whispering to you how much he loves you and how much he wants to just protect you.

╰┈➤ He also loves praising you (iykwim)

જ⁀➴ #5 - GIFTS ⊹₊⟡ 

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╰┈➤RE2R! Leon is, again, pretty traditional, so he likes giving you flowers often, especially when he picks you up to take you out.

╰┈➤He’s pretty taken aback when he gets a gift from you. Growing up as an orphan, he hardly received gifts. So it was a completely new feeling getting something he really wanted as a gift from you. He felt special knowing someone took time to know him, know his interests and spend their own money on him. 

╰┈➤ RE4R! Leon feels guilty receiving gifts. He knows you took a chunk out of your paycheck to give him something. He likes giving you gifts more than he does receiving them. 

╰┈➤Leon still appreciates it whenever you gift him something he mentioned he wanted/needed because he’s not used to someone remembering small details about him like that.

╰┈➤Leon likes giving smaller gifts more often because it’s less pressure than only buying big gifts. He also does this because it’s easier to spoil you.

╰┈➤He does this pretty casually, sometimes you don’t notice it. Like, you could be out shopping and look at a book that seemed interesting and suddenly Leon’s slipped it into the cart and paid for it. 

╰┈➤Older! Leon gets you gifts in absence of time together. You’re used to him being busy, but he still really wants to make you feel special or make you feel like he cares. So every now and then, he’ll get you something special, like concert tickets, to make up for him not being there.

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YAP SESSION 2

— leon s. kennedy x gn! reader

Tags: fluff, I'm a sucker for love, Leon being an absolute gentleman by doing the little things, reader can be any gender.

A/N: sorry im sobbing i hate being so mushy,,

Okay okay aside from him being a beast in the sheets, I'd like to think he's an absolute sweetie when you two do something else.

BRO LIKE,, omg,, uh,, him, arm around your waist and just pulling you close, telling you to stick by his side when you two walk somewhere outside. You know he could've just hold your hand or your shoulder, but no, he just has to make his presence known as your partner.

I LIKE INNOCENTLY ROMANTIC GEATURES MORE THAN ANY OTHER FORM OF LOVE OKAY,,

Okay,,,

Leon hugs you from behind and gives you a peck on your cheek, asking what you're making or asking about your project, how your day is.

And you brush him off, telling him you're busy. He listens albeit reluctantly, and goes to the couch and waits for you. Not long after, you're on his lap, babbling to him about your day or whatever is on your mind. He listens, eyes no longer focusing on his task, and instead stare at your face when you're talking and being so expressive, absentmindedly rubbing your thigh and pulling you closer so you can lay on him.

"Mhm? Tell me more, baby." He coos, kissing your neck and up to your cheek. And, when you finish talking, he captures your lips in a slow, firm kiss. You sigh through your nose, melting in his lap as he takes care of you. He pulls away and brushes your hair to cupping your cheek, and you can feel how warm his palm is whenever he's close to you, can't help but nuzzle into that sweet embrace he has offered.

OR, OR LIKE,,

When you two go out together to eat, and you're talking before seeing him leaning forward, reaching over to wipe the little stain of food near your lips and brings his thumb to his own.

"Sorry, sweetheart, continue talking."

You can't. He's got you tongue tied, even if he didn't mean to. Still, Leon enjoys watching your face flushes or how you'd freeze for a bit there, keeping an endearing gaze on you.

WOAH LIKE,, ALSO ALSO—

WHEN UH, when, whennnnn—!

Something just so simple at the way he holds your hand when you step out of the car, as if you're gonna fall. He's treating you so gently, always keeping a hand on your body — no matter where, to ensure you're uninjured. Or, how he gives you your jacket when it's cold. It's always in the little things that makes you fall harder.

Your body aches from having a rough time during work and you come home, complaining to him, and he listens tk your every word, siding with you while his hands are busy easing your body with some basic massages.

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Caleb would be driven insane by Sylus being in your life, a short sketch:

As you’re pulling out your wallet to pay for lunch one sunny afternoon, Caleb asks, “Whose black card is that?”

“Oh, my friend… Skye’s.”

“Friend, huh?” His pretty indigo eyes narrow in a way that’s unfamiliar to you, like so many things about him are unfamiliar to you now.

“Since when are you a fan of Rothko?” he asks, looking at the painting Sylus had given you, hanging in your bedroom.

“Oh, it was a gift from Skye. He said it reminded him of me.”

Caleb leans closer to it, brows furrowed in concentration, dark hair sweeping over his forehead. “Is it… an original?”

Your eyes widen. “Of course not, goober. I’m sure it’s just one of those really fancy reproductions.”

Later, Caleb feels behind the canvas, finds the certificate of authenticity. His arm short circuits from the resulting neural activity.

“I didn’t know you could afford brands like these on a hunter’s salary.” He trails his augmented fingers along the soft, luxurious fabric of the clothes hanging in your closet. “It must pay a lot, being the best of the best, huh Pipsqueak?”

“Oh,” you say absently, reading on your bed while Caleb folds and puts away your laundry. “Skye is a clothes horse, he’s always sending me stuff after his shopping sprees.”

“Ah,” he says, low. His silence feels really, really loud.

“What kind of business did you say your… friend, Skye, was it? Is in?”

You glance up from the reports you’re working on at your laptop at the kitchen island. "Huh?"

Caleb stands in the middle of your living room, holding the sniper rifle with the ruby-encrusted grip and custom-made silencer that Sylus had gifted you after getting fed up with how often your preference for blades got you injured. Try taking them out from a distance, Kitten. Have some of that famous Hunter compassion and spare me some heart attacks, okay? I’m not immortal, after all. My heart can’t take seeing you hurt this often.

You shake your head a little. “Oh.” You freeze. Remember the lie Sylus always tells, so smoothly, when your friends ask him what he does. “He’s a… fruit vendor.”

Caleb frowns, and it’s jarring on his normally cheerful face. “I think it’s time I meet your new friend, Pipsqueak.”

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I need these two in uniform to manhandle me and turn me into the middle of a double stuffed oreo-

I am losing my motivation to draw slowly lmao

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HELPPP DFNGNEWJWJSNEB- "Nom nom nom" 🤣🤣 Tasty fishie, what can we say 🤭🤭

Trigger pose on glint booth:

-Using the festive red bg

-New Year's outfits & hat

-any pose

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Self indulgent Jeremiah art because I hit 500 followers over on twitter and I'm so down bad for this man-

Kinda makes me wanna draw the other npcs like Simone or Greyson 👀

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Hidden in Plain Sight: Xavier

Premise: You were a Lemurian, hidden in plain sight. It was never a probelm.. until you started dating Xavier. With Ebb Day approaching, would you be able to hide it from him? Based on this request. Pairing: Lemurian! Reader x Xavier Note: Reader and Xavier are dating. Let me know if you want to be a part of my taglist.

The first time you met Xavier, he was asleep. Just lying there, tucked into himself like the world had nothing to do with him, breathing slow and deep as if he had all the time in the universe. You had nearly walked past him, assuming he was just some drifter seeking rest. But when his eyes fluttered open—serene, unreadable, and just a little too knowing and then you felt something shift.

You hadn’t realized then how much those moments would mean to you.

Xavier, with his quiet presence, had slipped into your life like water filling the cracks between stones. He wasn't expressive in the way most humans were, but you learned to read him in other ways. The way his fingers would tap against his knee when he was thinking. The slight tilt of his head when you said something that amused him, the way his lips would quirk up when he teased you.

He could be so endearing in ways that left you breathless, and then frustrating in ways that made you want to shove him. Like when he let himself doze off during Kitty Cards, giving you the perfect opportunity to cheat—not that you ever would. Or when he gave you the choice to go first at the claw machine, watching you struggle with an intensity that was almost unnerving before effortlessly plucking out a prize with an ease that made you groan.

"You looked like you were having fun." he’d say with the barest flicker of mischief in his eyes.

You loved these things about him.

And yet, for all the time you had spent together, for all the things he had come to know about you—he didn't know everything.

Not about the tail you kept hidden. Not about the faint, iridescent scales that shimmered beneath your skin. Not about your eyes that burned too brightly if you let loose.

Because you weren’t human.

You had lived among them long enough that it was easy to forget. You had learned their mannerisms, spoken their language, adapted. But some things never truly went away. The memories of what had happened to your kind—the stories whispered in hushed voices about Lemurians who had been taken, kept as pets, their freedom stolen the moment the seas had begun to recede.

You had no idea how Xavier would react.

Moreover, you were scared that these distinct Lemurian features would be less than appealing to him. You had been insecure about them all your life. Why could you not just be human? Why be ‘blessed’ with these features? You had asked these questions ever since you learned of your heritage.

The fever came in waves, each one worse than the last.

Your body ached, limbs trembling as cold sweat clung to your skin. The sheets beneath you were damp, tangled around your restless form as you tossed and turned. Your head felt like it was underwater—sounds were distant and muffled, light blurred at the edges of your vision. The glowing patterns along your arms flickered weakly, no longer hidden beneath your usual disguise. You were slipping.

You knew this would happen.

It was Ebb Day.

The day the tides receded so far they exposed the ocean’s hidden skeleton, when the land remembered the sea and the sea remembered its people. A day of human celebration—festivals, fireworks, lanterns drifting in the dusk sky. And for Lemurians like you, it was the weakest, most vulnerable time of the year.

You had lived among humans for so long, buried your Lemurian blood so deep, that you almost believed you belonged among them. Almost.

But here, now, in the sweltering heat of your fever, reality crashed over you like a wave. The truth of what you were—of what you had hidden, burned through you with every aching breath.

The soft fins along your arms trembled as chills wracked your body. Your eyes, usually dulled for the sake of blending in, pulsed faintly with their unnatural glow.

It was Ebb Day. And Xavier had wanted to spend it with you.

The way he had asked—softly, earnestly, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered—made your chest ache with guilt. You had said yes before you could stop yourself.

Lemurians were at their weakest during Ebb Day. When the tides pulled away, so did the strength in your limbs. Fever. Chills. A gnawing, unbearable exhaustion. You had known it was coming, and yet the moment you felt the first waves of heat rolling through your body, you cursed your own weakness.

When you called Xavier to tell him you were sick, his reaction was everything you expected—calm, understanding, not even a hint of disappointment in his voice.

You didn’t know how he would react if he found out. You didn’t know if his care for you would falter if he saw you like this—if he knew what you were.

You had heard the stories. When the sea dried up, when the Lemurians lost their sanctuary, they were no longer seen as people. They were pets, slaves, exotic things to be admired and owned. And even now, even after centuries, whispers of those days remained.

Would Xavier see you that way, too?

A fresh wave of fever rolled over you, and you whimpered, curling in on yourself. The room was too hot. No—too cold. You couldn’t tell anymore. The world swayed around you, everything tilting in and out of focus. Your fingers trembled as you ran them over your arms, feeling the faint ridges of scales pushing through too-sensitive skin. You were changing, slipping, losing control—

A noise.

Soft. Barely there. But enough.

Footsteps. The faintest creak of your door.

"You're burning up, aren’t you?."

Xavier’s voice.

It should have been comforting. Instead, it sent ice through your veins.

You forced your eyes open. Your vision swam, a hazy blur of heat and dizziness, but you could see him. Standing there, his brows slightly furrowed, the usual neutrality in his face edged with something sharper. Concern.

Your body went rigid.

No.

No, no, no.

Xavier was here.

A surge of panic cut through the weakness in your limbs. You tried to move, tried to pull the blankets higher, to hide yourself, but your body refused to cooperate. Your strength had long since abandoned you.

And then there was warmth.

A hand against your forehead, cool against the burning of your skin. You flinched, but Xavier didn’t pull away. His touch was steady, grounding.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?"

Your throat felt raw. Your head spun. You wanted to answer, to explain, but the words tangled in your mouth, too heavy to speak.

His gaze flickered downward, and instinctively, you followed his line of sight—

You clenched your eyes shut. Maybe if you didn’t look at him, if you pretended hard enough, he wouldn’t see.

But then…

“You’re glowing.”

Your stomach dropped.

His fingers brushed over your cheek, slow, unhurried. Not startled. Not repulsed. Just tracing the faint luminescence that had broken free from your control. You didn’t dare open your eyes.

“I—” Your voice cracked. You swallowed against the tightness in your throat, but the words wouldn’t come.

Xavier exhaled softly. The bed dipped as he sat beside you.

“You should have told me,” he said, voice even but quiet. "You're a Lemurian." It wasn't a question but more of an observation.

Shame coiled deep in your chest.

“I couldn’t.”

A pause. The warmth of his hand never left your skin.

“…Why?”

Because you were afraid. Because you didn’t want to see the shift in his expression, the hesitation, the unease. Because you wanted to keep this—this strange, wonderful thing between you, the way he let you see the softer edges of himself, the way he looked at you like you were something worth protecting.

Because you didn’t want to lose him.

Your fingers clenched weakly in the sheets. “Lemurians… aren’t safe among humans. I was… scared.”

A moment of silence. Then—

“You don’t think you’re safe with me?”

Your breath hitched.

You opened your eyes then, just barely. The dim light of your room flickered, casting soft shadows over Xavier’s face. His gaze met yours—steady, unreadable, but impossibly gentle.

And there it was.

No fear. No disgust. No cold detachment.

Just Xavier. Just the boy who fell asleep in ridiculous places, the boy who let you win at Kitty Cards, the boy who would throw himself between you and danger without hesitation.

And maybe it was the fever, maybe it was the exhaustion, but something inside you cracked.

A choked sound left you—half a laugh, half a sob.

“Xavier,” you whispered. “You… you’re ridiculous.”

His hand moved before you could react. Slow, deliberate, pressing against the space just above your wrist, where the scales were faintest. His thumb brushed over them, testing, as if he were memorizing the texture.

"You could have told me," he said, voice as steady as ever. But there was something else there now, something you couldn’t place.

"I was scared." you admitted, barely a whisper.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his fingers curled around your wrist, his touch firm, grounding.

"You don't have to be," he murmured. Then, softer, almost teasing, "And here I thought I was the one keeping secrets."

You blinked at him, your thoughts fuzzy as the fever swirled inside your head. "Secrets?" you managed to rasp, your voice barely a whisper. The words felt heavy, like you were trying to carry something too much for you in this state. "What secrets, Xavier?"

He looked at you, his expression still unreadable, but there was an odd tenderness in his gaze. His fingers curled around your wrist, as if grounding both you and himself in this shared moment. He hesitated, his lips pressing together in a thin line, before he spoke again, quieter this time.

"I’ll tell you everything when you're feeling better," he murmured. "But for now... you just need to rest. Listen to your body."

You nodded weakly, your exhaustion making your eyelids heavy. Yet, there was a flutter of anxiety in your chest—something tight, something uncertain. You swallowed hard, the words escaping before you could stop them.

"I was... worried. About my fins... my scales... my eyes." You stammered, the fear bubbling to the surface despite your best efforts to keep it hidden. "I thought it would... freak you out."

Xavier’s hand paused. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his thumb stroked gently over the skin of your wrist, the sensation grounding in a way that calmed the storm of your thoughts. His gaze softened, and he leaned closer to you, the coolness of his breath a slight contrast to the burning fever that gripped you.

“Shhh…" he murmured, a comforting sound. "None of that. None of it would ever freak me out." His voice was soft but firm, a reassurance in the midst of your fear.

He pressed a finger to your lips before you could protest further. "You’re beautiful. Ethereal, even. A person like you," he hesitated for a moment, searching your face as if trying to hold you in a gaze that would keep the words safe, "would never, ever be something to be afraid of. You are perfect as you are."

You inhaled sharply, the words too gentle, too much for you to process in your state. Your heart fluttered—faint and weak, like the softest ripple of water—but it was there, beating, and somehow calming.

Xavier continued, his voice a low murmur as he reached out again. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid to break you, his fingers moving gently along the soft curve of your wrist before moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Whenever you feel comfortable... I’d like to see the real you," he said, a playful note creeping into his voice despite the situation. "Maybe... maybe I could see your tail, too?" He paused, his lips quirking slightly. "I have no doubt it would take my breath away."

The words left you breathless, but in a way that made you feel lighter. The tension that had wound itself tightly in your chest began to ease, your breath coming in slower, steadier gasps. You let out a shuddered breath, unable to stop the faint, tired smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. Your head sank deeper into the pillow, the heat of the fever still present but suddenly more bearable.

"Thank you," you whispered, the words barely audible, but you meant them more than anything. "For... not being afraid."

Then, to your utter disbelief, he shifted, moving carefully until he was lying beside you, propped on one arm. His fingers brushed through your damp hair, slow and deliberate. The warmth of him, the steadiness, sent a shiver through you.

“Sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll stay.”

Your chest ached. “You don’t have to—”

He flicked your forehead lightly, the gesture so normal, so achingly fond, that your throat tightened.

Xavier smiled—small, barely there, but real.

“I’ll stay,” he said, settling more comfortably beside you. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You blinked sluggishly up at him, fevered and drained but impossibly, inexplicably safe.

His fingers ghosted over your hand before he spoke again, voice softer now, fond.

“Rest now, seashell.”

The steady thrum of his presence was everything, and you closed your eyes with a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you’d been yearning for. For now, you didn’t have to hide. And that, more than anything, was what gave you the strength to close your eyes and let yourself finally rest.

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

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A special moment

Summary: Short cute drabbles (?) about spending time with the Lads boys.

Starring: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayn (from love and deepspace)

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: none

Author’s note: Can you tell who's my favourite? Comment your guess, I'd like to see if I did well at writing them all equally without bias. (Ignore the fact that theres one visibly shorter than the rest, that’s because of writer’s block🧍‍♀️). Comments and reblogs will be greatly appreciated!

Word count: 1136

- Zayn -

“Zayn, come on.”

The man in question did not budge, and soon your attempt at paying him back for his kindness failed again. It had been one month since he assisted you with creating a presentation for a hunter’s guild workshop hosted with the intention of getting more people interested in becoming hunters, and your section would not have gone well if it weren’t for the help of your amazing physician.

Not only did he keep your health in check, so you were alive and breathing for the presentation, but he assisted you with gathering a lot of information- there was a number of other necessities you would have struggled to get because of your fear of social situations, if it were not for him.

Zayn was your hero.

You owed him your life, and you told him as such but he called you dramatic. The audacity.

“Zayn!” You yelled after him as he was already outside his office door. When did he start walking away?

He ignored you but this did not deter you. You rushed to catch up to him just outside his office and you had spread your arms to block his way forward. He sighed.

“There is no need for you to ‘make things up’ to me. I have already expressed this to you.”

“But you saved my life!?”

“I’m your doctor, is it not my job?” He spoke dryly.

��I’m not giving in.” You mimicked his dry tone, locking your eyes to his with determination. He pursed his lips before his shoulders slumped.

“Fine.”

Your eyes brightened, “I’d like to treat you at a local cafe.”

“…Fine.”

Your smile widened. “Like right now.”

“Isn’t it a bit….” He began, probably wanting to point out the fact that it was nearly 9pm but you did not relent.

“Fine.”

You laughed in victory. To think it took you ONE MONTH to get this stubborn man to agree to this. One. Month.

But it was worth every second you spent with Zayne at the local cafe that night, a night- like many others- you would find hard to forget.

(No you didn’t do the dirty, idk why it came off like that.)

- Rafayel -

The waves crashed onto the beach and receded with the sand that was previously trapped between your toes. The surface of the ocean shimmered under the late afternoon sun and reflected the varying orange and yellows scattered across the sky.

“It’ll be sunset soon.” Rafayel’s words snapped you out of your trance and you turned to look at him as he fiddled with his camera. You hummed in acknowledgment before looking at the view once again.

Your companion scoffed, “Seriously? You can see me struggling with the camera and you decide the sunset - which, mind you, happens every single day right outside your doorstep- is more important?”

You sighed and turned to address him but he was already walking away with his hands crossed in front of his chest. At that moment, an idea flashed in your mind and you had no intention of stopping your train of thought.

“Rafayel, wait!” You called out to him as you followed him away from the sight of the now approaching sunset. As you expected, he ignored you and walked faster which encouraged you to run after him and when you neared him, you only increased your speed so you could run into him and tumble onto the ground together.

You rolled onto your back laughing, and Rafayel grumbled to himself as he sat up before glaring at you. “Now I have sand in my hair.” He stated accusingly.

“So do I.” You smiled at him.

At your beaming expression, Rafayel could only sigh, his gaze shifting to the distance and away from you- perfectly hiding the smile that teased his own lips. You looked at the sky, various colours dancing before your eyes.

“Come on,” Rafayel began, taking your wrist and pulling you to your feet and toward the sea.”We have sunset reference photos to take.”

Your lips thinned. “Can’t you just take a normal picture of the sunset and then complete your painting, rather than-“

“As your employer, i’ve given you the job to be my muse. You don’t have much of a choice here- go stand over there.”

You sighed deeply, and walked toward where Rafayel instructed you to stand. The fading sunlight kissed your back and before you was Rafayel, with his camera held up in position. You did not quite know what to do with yourself, thus you stood stiffly as you awkwardly gazed at the camera lense.

Rafayel dropped the camera from his face, revealing nonchalance. “Seriously?”

You crossed your arms. “I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

“I heard smiling is a pretty popular gesture when it comes to posing for photos.”

“I can’t just force it!” You spoke, unappreciative of his sarcasm but before the argument could escalate, a look of awe crossed over Rafayel’s expression, his eyes fixed to behind you. You turned to the sight of the setting sun, the golden surface of water the ocean rose and fell as the sun settled over it’s horizon.

“Wow…” You managed to say, your voice carried away by the breezed that strengthened the longer you stood there.

Once again that day, Rafayel’s voice broke you from your daze induced by the ocean. “Perfect.”

You snapped your head to look at him. “You took a picture?”

“Pictures.” He corrected you with a smile that caused you to narrow your eyes.

“May I see them?”

“Nope.” He shut you down before walking away, with a joyful strut.

“Rafayel!” You began to run toward him, but he was already running from you in a fit of laughter.

- Xavier -

“Hello stranger.” A familiar voice sounded from a few feet away. You turned from the lanterns assorted along the pavement that illuminated the night with gentle yellow-ness, to meet Xavier's ever gentle gaze.

“I didn't expect to be seeing you here.” You smiled. Xavier walked to stand before you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“I had a feeling you would be here tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

His eyes shifted to the lantern you were observing not so long ago, his lips upturned into a small smile.

“Everyone knows the least crowded day is the 5th after opening.” He began, explaining the typical ongoings after the opening of the light-show garden, “I thought you would like to avoid as many people as you can- hopefully, I'm not on that list.”

You chuckled. “Of course not. I’m very glad you’re here.”

Xavier’s smile brightened, his blue eyes shimmering under the gentle glow of the lanterns around you. “Then, shall we?” He extended his hand to you and you took it, allowing him to lead you further into the garden.

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My Calm (Rafayel x reader)

Summary: When you can’t sleep, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair might be the solution.

Words: 677

Tags: fluffy; established relationship; way more self indulgent than I’m willing to admit.

Notas: I struggled a little with the translation because I wanted everything to sound exactly the same. But after a while, I realized that wasn’t realistic, and things started flowing more smoothly. Still, I cursed myself a lot while translating and felt like I was back in school, translating texts for English class. That said, I’ll definitely do this again in the future, HUOASEHUSAEHUOA. Well, I love the idea of playing with Rafayel’s hair until I fall asleep because I love drifting off that way 🤍

PT-BR | English

The room would be completely dark if not for the moonlight streaming through the large windows. The sea breeze gently sways the curtains, and if you close your eyes, you can hear the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. Lying on your back, you turn your head to the side, watching Rafayel breathe deeply. His long — and enviable — lashes rest against his cheekbones with his eyes closed as he sleeps. The naturally soft scent that lingers around him is usually enough to help you fall asleep, but tonight, something feels different.

Swallowing your sigh to not make any sound, you turn your face back to the ceiling, staring at the night sky through the glass roof again. You’ve already tried everything to fall asleep, but nothing seems to work. Honestly, you’ve already tossed and turned so much that you don’t even know how you haven’t woken up the man beside you yet.

As if on cue, Rafayel murmurs something, and you hold your breath for a few seconds, thinking you’ve woken him up; but he only turns around and continues sleeping. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice that he now has his back turned to you. The wavy, lavender-colored hair is sticking out in all directions, and your hand almost reaches out to smooth it back down, but you hold yourself back.

That would definitely wake him up!

...Probably.

Petting Rafayel’s hair is something you never tire of doing, and that never fails to calm you down.

If you’re calm and discreet...

Then maybe…

Biting your bottom lip, you turn as slowly and subtly as possible. Your right hand settles under the pillow, while your left one reaches for the lavender locks. A smile forms on your lips instantly and you sigh softly in relief. It’s as if, suddenly, everything is finally in place and making sense.

Without even realizing it, your body moves and gets closer to him. The warmth of Rafayel’s body brings you peace, the scent of shampoo that exudes from his hair calms you, and the soft touch of his locks against your fingertips makes you even more relaxed.

The moonlight helps you observe the soft strands as they pass through your hand, gliding easily between your fingers. The way you gently wind them around your index finger, feeling the texture; the way it comes loose in a curl that almost completely falls apart soon after — and if you keep doing that for long enough, you know the curl will stay there.

The motion is hypnotizing. It draws your attention while making your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. The sound of the sea fades further into the background, the breeze becomes more and more imperceptible, and your breathing steadies. The room gradually darkens more and more, until complete darkness settles in as your eyes close and don’t open again. Your fingers slowly come to a stop, still tangled in the soft hair of your beloved.

In front of you, Rafayel struggles to remain calm. He woke up when he felt something moving in his hair and was ready to make a comment about it when he heard your sigh of contentment. Anything he had thought to say died right there. The Lemurian closed his mouth and stayed as still as possible, pretending to still be asleep, while he enjoyed your gentle touches. His cheeks grew warmer and redder, his heart racing and warming up, a smile forming on his lips. Just the thought that he brings you this feeling of love and peace as much as you bring to him makes him happier than you could ever imagine.

He loves being loved by you and knowing that you rely on him even when he’s asleep and has no idea he’s helping you — it fills him with pride.

The only problem with all of this is: how is he supposed to go back to sleep now, with his heart racing like this?

Maybe if he turns slowly and runs his fingers through your hair too...

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