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𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠- ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑!

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 21 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠- 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 20 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦. ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛..

𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼'𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛- 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴

A Prince and his beloved Knight 😭

Also, the way he puts a hand behind his back in a princely manner and looks at her like that...

Meadow Nap

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the grassy meadow, where every blade of grass seemed to bask in its gentle light. A delicate breeze whispered through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of rustling foliage. Y/n sat comfortably on the soft, verdant carpet, her fingers weaving through the cool, green strands in a slow, meditative dance. Above them, the sky stretched out in a flawless expanse of cerulean blue, punctuated by the leisurely drift of cottony white clouds.

Xavier lay with his head nestled in her lap; his eyes shut in serene repose. The soft curls of his tousled hair brushed against her fingers, prompting a tender smile as she observed his peaceful slumber. Time seemed to stretch and blend in the tranquil embrace of the meadow, the serenity enveloping them like a cozy blanket, insulating them from the worries of the outside world.

“You really like sleeping, don’t you?” Y/n said, her voice tinged with amusement as she gently began to untangle the strands of his grey-blond hair. Her fingers moved with a tender rhythm; each stroke filled with a quiet affection. “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“I wasn’t able to,” he replied softly, his eyes still closed. “I was up all night thinking about your mission for today.” His words hung in the air, a mix of concern and contemplation, his brow furrowing slightly even in his relaxed state.

“I came back, didn’t I?” Y/n’s expression softened at his response, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and amusement. “Besides, I’m surprised you couldn’t sleep. You can usually sleep anywhere, anytime, under the most unconventional circumstances.” She mused, recalling with a smile how Xavier could even manage to doze off while standing, his body finding rest in the most unexpected moments.

“Mm.” He murmured, his eyes still closed, “thinking of you keeps me awake.” He paused, his lips curling into a faint smile. “But dreaming of you keeps me asleep.”

Xavier let out a contented sigh, his hand reaching up to gently grasp hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blue gaze soft and serene as he looked at her hand. He brought it to his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pulsed beneath her touch, a silent testament to the calm she brought him. With a tender movement, he lifted her hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of her palm as his eyes fluttered shut again. The gesture was intimate, filled with unspoken love and deep gratitude. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a soft murmur that blended perfectly with the surrounding sounds of nature.

His words carried a depth of emotion that resonated through the tranquil meadow, a heartfelt confession that bound them closer in their serene sanctuary. “And being with you keeps me alive.”

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑~

Fragments

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 & 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

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He wanted her, more than anyone, more than anything. Yet, in this timeline, she was forever out of reach. His eyes lit up when he first saw her, like a beacon of hope piercing through the shroud of his desolate world.

However, his joy was short-lived. His smile faltered as he saw her with someone else, entwined with another man, her laughter ringing out in the air—so unlike the solemn, quiet moments they had shared back in Philos. The sight was a cruel reminder of the unbridgeable chasm between their current realities and the bittersweet past he once knew.

He couldn’t explain the turmoil raging within him; it felt suffocating, more so than the transparent red collar fastened around his neck. His fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles whitening with the force of his suppressed emotion, but after a moment, he released it.

Despite the ache in his heart, he knew he had to protect her from the Wanderers who dared to approach. Resigning himself to the shadows, he accepted his role in the background rather than being the companion by her side he longed to be.

He settled atop the remnants of a once-sturdy structure, where the echoes of his recent confrontation with the Wanderers still lingered in the air. His gaze fell heavily upon the cracked ground below, and he leaned back, propping one leg up to rest his elbow upon his knee, seeking a moment's respite. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping to steal a brief reprieve from the ceaseless turmoil of his thoughts.

Minutes passed in a blur until he felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, stirring him from his restless reverie. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the one he had yearned for—the very reason he had dared to journey back through time.

"Hey, are you alright?" Her voice, like a soft melody, stirred memories of their time together in the future timeline, evoking a bittersweet ache within him. "You shouldn't be here. Wanderers have been spotted nearby; it's not safe."

Even in this timeline, her heart remained pure, instinctively caring for strangers.

His face betrayed no hint of the tumult raging within, his expression stoic as ever. Yet beneath that veneer of calm, a torrent of emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

He wanted to say something—no, he wanted to tell her everything. Yet, despite the countless words swirling in his mind, none escaped his lips. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but then closed as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he managed a faint, almost vulnerable smile. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

‘𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.’

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

LADS Plushies

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘊?

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

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first thing Xavier does is gawk at it, blinking in surprise. He turns the plushie over with care, examining every detail of the creature that so closely resembles you.

He starts poking its cheek, imagining it's your own, a small playful smile tugging at his lips. His eyes light up, filled with tender amusement.

Passersby notice his expression—an uncharacteristically satisfied and innocent smile gracing his face—as he gazes at the plushie.

He looks like a child who has opened their Christmas present early, filled with pure contentment.

Xavier takes the plushie everywhere with him, unable to bear being apart from it.

Instinctively, he holds it close, his protective instincts kicking in as if the plushie were the real you.

He might even tuck it into his pocket as he scouts new places or hunts for Wanderers, a small but significant token of comfort.

The plushie reminds him so much of you, making him feel as if you were with him at all times.

The best part is how soft and fluffy the plushie is, like a miniature pillow. He often rests his head on it, finding comfort in the softness.

As he lies down, he imagines it is your lap beneath him, a peaceful and soothing thought.

He definitely brags about it to Jeremiah.

"Look, it's Y/n," he says, with the plushie perched proudly on his head.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Normally, Zayne doesn't care for plushies, nor does he like to keep one.

Unless, of course, it is from you. Or, more specifically, if it is you in a miniature fluff form.

With his usual aloof and cold demeanor, he examines the plushie, gripping it with one hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Unlike Xavier, he doesn't carry it with him everywhere.

But the plushie always has a place in his office, a silent but constant presence.

Sitting alone at his desk, Zayne sighs, massaging his temples as he finishes surgery after surgery, glancing at the plushie of you seated on his table.

'Well, it’s like having her in pocket-size. Cute,' he thinks to himself, a rare softness in his words.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel immediately takes several photos of the plushie, capturing its likeness from every angle.

Feeling inspired by this miniature work of art, he might sketch or paint it, blending his artistic talents with his affection.

He proudly shows it off, exclaiming, "It's Miss Bodyguard in plushie form!"

As he works on his latest masterpiece, he places the plushie somewhere prominent, ensuring it is always in his line of sight.

Talking to it as if it were the real you, he shares his thoughts and ideas, finding comfort in the imagined conversations.

He doesn't feel odd about this; heck, he’s quite proud of his little confidant.

Thomas might overhear him and think, "Maybe it's a normal artist thing," shrugging off Rafayel's eccentricities.

He definitely calls you, plushie in hand, the excitement evident in his voice. "Y'know, I'd rather have the real thing, but this is a close second."

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ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ: ᴋɪᴍɪ ɴɪ ᴀɪsᴀʀᴇᴛᴇ ɪᴛᴀᴋᴀᴛᴛᴀ

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑂𝐶 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒.

Dangerous Game

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 16+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦)

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"Y/n—" His voice carried a sharp edge of annoyance as he forcefully guided her down to the sofa, cornering her against the cushions. His hands hovered dangerously close to her sides, effectively trapping her in place.

"Why do you seem more excited when we're talking about Lumiere?" His intense gaze bore into her, darkened by a palpable jealousy that simmered just below the surface.

"What? Aren't you and Lumiere the same person?" Y/n's eyes locked onto his, searching his face as she spoke. "Lumiere is just a name for your alter-ego, isn't it?"

"I mean… Yes, and no?" He responded; his voice thick with a complex mix of emotions. His breath became heavier as he leaned closer, the heat radiating between their bodies creating an almost tangible connection. His eyes never left hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

As he leaned in further, stopping mere inches from her lips, he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "So, which one of us do you like more?" The question was barely audible, yet it hung in the air with heavy significance.

She stared at him, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Was he truly jealous of himself? She could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, and decided to play along, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Lumiere?"

Xavier's expression darkened ominously at her response, the teasing lilt in her voice pushing him over the edge. With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her against the sofa, his body pressing against hers with an undeniable force. His lips descended on hers in an intense, possessive kiss, claiming her with a fervor that left no room for misinterpretation.

His mouth moved feverishly against hers, his desperation and need pouring into every motion. His hands, warm and insistent, slipped beneath her shirt, their path deliberate as they traced the smooth expanse of her back. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within him, driving him to press closer, to feel every contour of her body against his.

"Mm!" Y/n’s surprised sound was muffled by his kiss, her initial shock quickly giving way to the overwhelming sensation of his desire. She could feel the hard planes of his well-toned body, each muscle tense with restraint, as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His kisses were searing, a blend of passion and possession, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent intensity. His fingers traveled along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer, the weight of his body pressing her into the cushions and making her breathless. A heady sense of surrender washed over her, heightening every sensation.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Each kiss he left in his wake was more possessive than the last, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and filled with a primal, unwavering possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

In mere seconds, everything Xavier was doing made her feel weak and defenseless. The way his tongue explored her mouth, the relentless pull of her body against his—it all left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.

Even as he broke the kiss, she stared at him in a daze, her mind swirling. An impulsive urge seized her, pushing her to provoke him further, to stoke the fire of his jealousy over his own alter ego.

"I might belong to Lumiere instead."

A low growl rumbled in Xavier's chest, his entire body tensing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice a seductive blend of menace and desire. Leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear, he added, "Don't test me."

His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑅18 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒~

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