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“Xavier is… reliable but he feels so far away from me. If I reach out, will he still be by my side? Am I strong enough to hold onto you? Or will you slip away and join the stars above?”
“Why would he?” He breathed. His hold on her wrist tightened briefly.
“Maybe something will call him away. He always looks to the sky as if he is searching for something, someone,” she whispered, her breath hitching.
“He’s already found that someone.” His lips brushed against her temple as he gave her wrist a comforting squeeze. “That bright light. He can’t go anywhere else. It’s all he can see and… he doesn’t want to leave her. Not after he spent so long searching for her.”
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MC: I need to get cracked.
Xavier: :)
MC: Do you know a good chiropractor around here?
Xavier: :(
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ohmygod it’s so beautiful! xavier’s birthday card last year was my first ever birthday card, and i wasn’t sure how’d they follow it up but A ROOFTOP DATE? UNDER THE STARS? I LOVE IT SO MUCH! IT’S SO PERFECT!😭❤️🤚✨
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𝛭𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝘵 𝑇𝘰 𝑌𝘰𝑢
Pairing. The LADS boys (Separate) x gn!reader/mc
Warnings/Tags.weapon for Sylus’s part, angst for Caleb’s, Suggestive content for Xaviers. Besides that its mostly Fluff.
Words.1,570
A/N. hi hi! it’s my first time writing like this for all of the boys i hope you enjoy! :3 Also i apologize to my ao3 readers but this one will only be posted on here and other fics similar to this style. ways order up!
Sylus - No, it wasn’t your application to join Onychinus.
You gave him a feather. You gave it to him without saying anything. A shiny black feather that shone blue in the light was neatly placed on a velvet cushion in a box of your favorite color. The box was tied together with a black and red iridescent bow that screamed Sylus. The feather was oddly shaped, and he couldn’t exactly tell what bird it was from, but it was still rather beautiful nonetheless.
Sylus wasn’t one to throw away your gifts, no matter how “stupid” you might think they are. Yes, he’s a man with money, but a gift from you? You have no idea how much that truly means to him. Picking up the pen from the box, he noticed there was a bit of weight to it and a slight ridge on the bone of the feather. Curiously, he presses on it and freezes. His reflection stares back at him on a shiny blade hidden within the feather. He finds himself smiling at his reflection. From that day on, that feather was carried on him to every event or deal that he attended. Hell he’ll even make up events just to wear it, and so you could wear that outfit he bought you that he insists he “didn’t buy because it complemented the accessory.” And honestly? It’s saved him more times than once in moments where he needed to “give a sign” without causing a commotion amidst other spectators. All of your gifts were special to him, but this one? Practical, handy, and reminds him of how well you two pair together. A top-tier gift for a man like him.
Rafayel - A hair pin.
But not just any hairpin, no no no. It was a Lemurian hairpin you made with your own hands. And with Talia’s input, of course. She helped pick out the gems that had special meanings in their language. You did the hard part, carefully shaping and carving a pure white coral and decorating it with delicate pearls and other gems Talia had helped you find.
It was a special occasion, after all, your first wedding anniversary, and you wanted to give him something from his past made in your ever-changing present.
When Rafayel opened the box, he carefully picked up the coral hairpin, admiring the details and the way the gems dangled and swayed so effortlessly on the threads like the waves.
Then, he looked closer. On the part of the hairpin itself was Lemurian text. His breath hitches as he tries to fight back the tears.
‘May the sea return me to you in every lifetime.’
He almost didn’t want to give you the gift he had for you. There was nothing that could top what you had just given him. He purposely grows out his hair just enough to be able to properly use it.
Caleb - Letters you never sent.
At first, when you brought it out, Caleb was busy ordering some groceries for the house, unaware of what today was or maybe pushing away the events from what happened. But for you? It was the anniversary of a day you’ll never forget. The day EVER took your grandmother and Caleb away from you.
At first you weren’t going to show him any of the letters you’ve written. As you got older, your feelings for Caleb began to change, and so did the letters’ meanings. You’ve hidden them rather well, and the box remained untouched for many years. Another part of you wonders if Caleb had already snooped. You knew how he could be when it comes to you, but much to your surprise, your hiding spot was actually difficult to find.
When you appeared in front of him, red-eyed, face wet, and wooden box in hand, Caleb’s smile faded, putting his phone aside, ready to comfort you in any way you needed. But when you placed the box in his lap and walked away, he was left puzzled and even more concerned. He looks at the box. It was a basic wooden box you could’ve decorated, but you never bothered, you couldn’t bring yourself to decorate something that hid secrets that made your heart ache every time you thought of it. It was supposed to be storage for letters you wrote for him but could never send. But now, you were opening your heart to Caleb once again, this time, pure and raw, the good and the ugly.
You locked yourself in your room as Caleb began to read the burnt letters. Some were hard to read, some impossible due to how damaged they were. But it didn’t take long for soft sobs to break out in your shared apartment.
Xavier - Your voice.
Xavier loves hearing how soft your voice becomes when it’s time to wind down for the night. Hearing you ramble until you’ve done enough talking to knock the both of you to sleep was the highlight of his night. When Xavier mentioned how he was having a rough time falling asleep because he missed hearing your voice, you managed to whip together something just for him.
Creating his gift was the easy part. The hard part was convincing him to sleep again without you. Luck must’ve been on your side, and you were finally able to give him his gift after being assigned a last-minute mission late into the night without Xavier. He was reasonably upset.
When you sent him a file titled ‘For my sleepy boy’ and told him to wear headphones to bed, he was a bit confused. Especially since you specifically told him to wear his regular headset and not wireless earbuds. Quickly he discovered why.
The moment you sighed into his ears, he shivered, sinking deeper into his mattress. Your microphone sounded so crisp, and the way your voice sounded like it was everywhere all at once, in one ear and suddenly in the other. It felt like heaven. He almost didn’t want to sleep now that he could hear your late night rambles again. But this way? Oh, it was scratching every part of his brain in all the right ways. He wanted to listen so badly to what you were speaking about so he could ask you about it later, being the good, attentive boyfriend he is, but you were really putting him to sleep with your soft breaths and even softer giggles. He was already a yawn away from falling into a deep sleep… then the second audio began to play. Your whispers turn into whimpers and soft moans, making him awaken fully now and with a new problem to take care of.
A cruel game you’re playing with him, and he hopes this is a gift you’ll keep giving.
Zayne - A proper day off.
You’ve found Zayne sleeping one too many times in his office or at home with his laptop about to fall off his lap. Usually when you have days off that align, you plan a day out. Zayne is always fighting off sleep for you, pushing his body more than he should just to spend time with you. At first you found it cute, but then it kept happening. You can see the mental toll the lack of rest has been taking on him. Many times you’ve told him that it’s okay if he wants to rest. But he always insists on seeing you and doing something with you. So for your next day off, you decided you wanted to plan something.
When Zayne shows up to your house in his version of casual, you grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom. The lights were dim, the air mister gave the room a slight chill that made you want to snuggle up to him under the sheets for warmth. And the room smelled like a mixture of soft jasmine and lavender. On the bed was a new set of pajamas just for him. He was a bit confused, to say the least. But when you tell him this was your date, you have to rush to explain before he could beat you to it.
“Taking a self-care day and sleeping in still counts as a date if we do it together.” You guide him into the room and sit him on the bed.
“Is there anything I can bring you? Water? Snacks?”
“A warm tea would be nice, please.”
You kissed him on the cheek and made your way to make tea with enough sugar it made your teeth hurt.
By the time you had returned, Zayne was already changed into his new pajamas and under your covers, sleeping soundly. Carefully you place the tea onto the cup warmer on the nightstand. Suddenly you feel cool fingers faintly touching your wrist.
“Come.”
Zayne’s voice was thick with sleep. Gently he tugs on your wrist until you’re close enough, pulling you into bed with him and wrapping you under the covers. He places a soft, sleepy kiss on your temple and drifts off again, mumbling how thankful he is to be able to call you his. This was something he didn’t realize he desperately needed and is already asking when your next day off will be.
A/N. Thank you so much for reading <333
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Happy ring day with Xavier!! 🥰💍
Hehe to my sleepy boi, thanks for being my safe space! I will never get over how similar our habits are xD naps and hotpot, let’s goooo!!
I can’t wait to cos as you more :))) …yes Lumiere included, pls don’t be mad lol!! Legit most of the stuff I’ve bought lately is all Xavier related or to cos him lol
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I have a feeling Xavier’s beach memory is going to give an insight into what him and MC were like as rivals in Lightseeker academy/under the same swordsmaster bc the competitiveness is so cute and they take it SO SERIOUSLY akjsdj
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i love that xavier canonically buys lumiere merch, though i’m sure he does so begrudgingly (but anything for his beloved star.) 😭🤚 and this entire bit should be a wholeass card bc why not.
like are there lumiere-themed events? a fan club? (nero’s probably a member nay the president.)
more importantly, i want to see xaviermc take a picture with a lumiere mascot.😗 (i’ve seen the fanarts, and infold/pg should make it happen.)
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࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙. 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗.
𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖘'𝖘 𝖒𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓-𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘.
𝓢𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽.
꧁ ༺ ♔ ༻ ꧂
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one last—baptize me gold in this cathedral
once crowned in white lilies
where my shadow falls is where
the grace i protected so long lays itself down
blood and dirt have cloaked us both,
crucified by hope that prayers can resurrect
you wove our hands together, as if
to keep our souls from spilling too soon
the skies stayed dark—unspeaking, never wept—
even the stars turned away gently
only silence veiled us then—sacred and undisturbed
no miracles to come, no angels of salvation to descend
only your light endured, dignified and steadfast,
though you burned, in place for dawn to break
i die now to be with you, to be yours—as we return
to dust and cradled by the sacred ground.
this devotion brought us heaven, too.
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xavier finds divinity in the little things
the depth of devotion lives in the crevices of the rituals we share—
in how we greet each morning like the first light. see your smile rise with the sun’s ascension. we stay longer in bed, kiss each other good morning, as if time can be stretched between our interlocked fingers.
in how we share meals like quiet offerings. at the kitchen table, we build a shrine—plates set with the utmost care, soft clinks of glasses ring akin to a worship bell, and hands lightly brushing to reach the same dish. we give thanks. we relish the delight, we hope for more.
in how we read the same books, we turn into the next page like prayer beads, the spine becoming creased from withstanding belief that the story will end well. we annotate the nights in quiet reverence, the margins holding the dream of seeing through the endings together.
(ive known you once, and i will always do. how can i forget? your name is a sacred prayer woven in my tongue, etched in my memory, carved in my heart.)
this pilgrimage leads me home. to you, this is where i have always belonged. in your warmth, in your touch that makes the mundane divine. in all these intimate acts glowing in something more tender, greater than faith. existing in the distance between blessing and sacrifice, i endure, believing in what awaits us in the promised land.
carry my light, soft but never fading, this love— burning pure, steady, and certain as the stars. it has always been yours.