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THIS MAN .....

Makes everyone's standards sky rocket and high and then makes reality hard .... 🙃🙂

Man why u gotta be so perfect

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╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | VALENTINE'S EVENT !

tags : established relationship, general teasing and banter, kisses, cuddles, lots and lots of fluff, xavier glows when he's happy <3

wc : 2k

an : I MISS HIM. I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM AHUHUHUHU i needed to get this out of my system omg,,, this is the happiest i've been with writing for a while tysm @bunbunnies for the request AND HAPPY WHITE DAYYY !! (p.s. please listen to the song i swear it adds to the vibes) (p.p.s. additional tag @ourlittleuluru for also inspiring this hehe)

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Everyday is enough of a special day as long as it's with you.

Your eyes blinked open.

The advantage of sleeping in Xavier's room was that the blinds were drawn—it was the perfect environment to be conducive for sleep, so much so that the peaked, late-afternoon sun, did little to stir you awake. The sheets were warm, and cozy, and soft… You could sink into the mattress, so cloud-like and weightless.

It was dangerous, in a sense. Staying here made you forget what other things you had on your to-do list for the day. But turning your head to the side to rest your eyes upon the soundly sleeping figure next to you made everything worth it. Warm sunlight peeked in slightly through the blinds, illuminating the room in a soft, dim glow, but you didn't really need it. If anything, the only light you felt that you needed was right here, right next to you.

You noticed faint, barely-noticeable particles of light floating around the crown of his head, and you smiled.

Those weren't from the sunlight.

He must be having a good dream…

You shifted slightly. The movement pulled you away from his embrace just a little bit, but it was enough to get him to stir.

"Mmmnh…"

He didn't open his eyes, but his arms tugged you closer by the waist. An instinctive reaction, you could only assume, and a soft laugh fell from your lips in response. Something about the way he held you made him feel akin to a weighted blanket; despite being clearly asleep, his grip on you was firm enough that you could barely wiggle free from him this time.

You felt sleepy nuzzles into your shoulder, and you smiled and pat his arm.

Pats wouldn't work, of course.

Gently, you shook him, trying to nudge him off of you.

Bleary eyes opened, vision unfocused.

"What… time is it?"

A playful scoff on your end. "Gee, I dunno, Xavier. I'm kinda stuck here."

He blinked, for a moment. Once, twice. It took a while, and you patiently waited, eyebrow raised as your words—and the way he was hugging you so firmly—finally registered in his head. A hint of sheepishness was present on his gaze as he allowed you free from his grasp. You were quick to soothe with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sat up with you as you moved to reach for your phone, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his eyes as if it would do anything to help the sleepiness subside.

12:30 in the afternoon.

This was new—you never got to sleep in this much when you were alone, but sleeping with Xavier seemed to bring out newer, sleepier, admittedly lazier sides to you that you didn't know you could have. It was a good thing, of course; at least this time, you could actually rest. There was something freeing about it. Xavier never judged you for sleeping in with him; in fact, he'd much rather have you do just that than wake up without him.

And then your eyes drifted towards the date.

February 14th.

A moment of realization dawned.

You'd gotten so caught up in this just being another simple, restful day off, that you'd completely forgotten…

Slowly, sheepishly, you set your phone down and turned to Xavier.

Still clearly a little out of it, he was sitting up, staring blankly in your general direction. It seemed as if his mind was still asleep, slow blinks not particularly focusing on even you, or anything else. His hair was a mess, a few strands sticking out. His pajama top looked a little skewed—no doubt, if he could still be under the covers at this very moment, he certainly would have been.

But he also looked so freaking cute.

A moment of silence passed like that, a silly smile on your face as you tilted your head—because how could you look away from that? Few others would have the privilege of seeing the Association's most formidable Hunter doing adorable little eye rubs and trying to stay awake in his own bed. In fact, no one else probably did aside from you. And it was a sight to appreciate.

It didn't take too long for his gaze to focus back on you, and, whether out of another instinctual pull or out of a slight sense of embarrassment for realizing you'd been staring at him this whole time, he pulled you back against his chest. Automatically you curled your figure into him, ear resting against his heart as you listened to its ever-steady thrum.

"…It's almost one in the afternoon," you huffed. Yet there was no resistance in your voice; your arms wrapped around him in a reciprocal manner.

"Mhm. But… I want to stay like this a while longer."

"This is unfair, you're just too comfy…"

He shifted, coaxing your head up to look at him. Upon meeting his gaze, you could see that most of the sleep had since melted away to give way to a certain sense of fondness. "We don't have plans today," he murmured. "Can't we stay in a little longer?"

It was so difficult to say no.

A smile peeked at the corners of your lips.

"Well… how about, what do you want to eat later? We've missed breakfast, so this might as well be…"

"Brunch… right?"

"Mhm!" Your eyes fluttered as he reached over to trace your cheek, light, gentle touches that lulled you into a sense of comfort. "We could… order some takeout, maybe? It's been a while…"

"Sure. We can order from that place you like."

You watched, your own gaze softening, as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Xavier…"

"What do you want to do today?"

He tucked an awry strand of your hair away from your face this time, but the question made your eyes light up. Something in you knew what he wanted to hear—that he probably, likely wanted to just stay in and sleep.

Yet, you sat up, and you could have laughed at his expression. He blinked, taking another moment to process, and his brows furrowed ever so slightly. Unlike last time, he didn't sit up with you.

"I… I have an idea!" you nudged him. "Listen, you said so yourself. We don't have plans today… And, remember all those movies we said we'd watch together? Isn't this the perfect time for us to—"

He cut you off.

Another second had you practically yanked back down to him, and you let out a laugh.

"Five more minutes…"

—

You wondered if it was supposed to end up this way.

Messing around in the kitchen turned brunch into an odd combination of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, another reminder of just how easily things could flow into their own thing, when it was just the two of you. You could argue about how unhealthy your habits had been today, but one day was just one day, wasn't it? You had no real plans today—in the end, what it settled into was a mutual agreement to indulge in the day a little.

But what you hadn't expected was to walk into a living room that no longer… looked like the living room that you knew.

You didn't think you'd spent that much time fixing up the kitchen, but the stark change to the living room space proved otherwise.

Prepped for your little home theater date, the room had been dimmed, lights switched off—except, even with the lights on, you wouldn't have been able to pinpoint where exactly the television was, or where exactly the couch was, or where exactly Xavier was. Instead, what stood in front of you was a large amalgamation of blankets, and bedsheets, and pillows… Not quite organized in the least, nor matched in shade or size, but certainly very… big. You knew that these were all the extras that you had stored, and you couldn't quite describe what was in front of you.

A canopy?

A castle?

A… fort?

You stood there for a while, head tilted, noting a rummaging going around on the inside. It took a moment before you heard a little click, and the inside of the pillow fort glowed a warm, inviting orange.

Xavier poked his head out from under one of the blankets.

"Hi," he nodded at you.

The sparkle in his eyes told you that he was quite proud of yourself.

"…Hi," you laughed. "What's with the living room, Xav?"

"You… said you wanted to watch some movies. I figured I could turn it into something cozy."

"Except I'm always cozy with you."

"Then, extra cozy."

"Did you just want another place to fall asleep in?"

"…No…"

With a laugh, you waved your hand, and crawled under the fort with him.

The space was smaller inside than you'd expected it to be, all fluffy and warm and, true to his word—cozy. It certainly didn't look like much from the outside, but snuggling with him under a separate blanket of your own, leaning against the foot of the couch, the television settled in front of you… truly did make it feel like a personal little theater for the both of you.

Once again, perhaps instinctually, you curled sideways into him and lay your head on his chest. With one arm wrapped around you to keep you securely tucked into him, he used the other to point upwards.

Fairy lights.

Several strings of them, the very source of the little glow you'd been seeing from outside. The lights emitted from them weren't particularly strong, but all of it turned this whole thing into something that was—again—cozy.

A hand reached out, and you let out a soft laugh. "They look like stars."

He followed your motion, reaching out with you. His hand placed next to yours made yours incredibly small, but it made you smile. "Yeah," he agreed, "but they're also stars that don't feel too far away from us."

"Kinda like we're stargazing, huh? Without the cold…"

Your fingers intertwined with his, and he brought your hands down towards his mouth. A soft peck to your knuckles, before he nuzzled your hands against his cheek.

"Well… Anywhere with you feels like stargazing. Since the only star I really want to be looking at… is right here."

His words drew out the air from your lungs. Your eyes met—there was a certain shine in his, blue eyes glowing beneath the strings of light hanging above you. Even this alone, the way he looked at you, could have been enough to drown you. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks; such simple words had you floundering in an instant.

"You're so unfair," you murmured.

There was no bite to your words.

"Am I?"

He shifted to dim the fairy lights, and a flick of his hand had his evol playing around with the lighting. Barely a couple of tries were needed for him to secure a spot on the 'wall' of your little safety fort, where shadows danced along the lined sheets. Slowly, he brought his pinky over to draw your hand back to his, and the shadow of a rabbit formed on the wall.

A giggle fell from your lips. "Hey, that looks like Bunbun!"

"That you've gotten three of in a row just last week…"

You nudged him, pulling your hand to make another, smaller rabbit. "Weeelllll, it kind of looks like you, too~"

Sneaking a glance at him showed a little smile spreading on his own features, but you had little time to recognize the brief flash of mischief in his eyes before the rabbit he'd been projecting to the wall swiftly turned into the head of a wolf.

You gasped, drawing your own rabbit away. "Xavier!"

"I thought you were more sensitive to traps."

"But they're cute—!"

"Sometimes… you should expect the unexpected."

You let out a squeal as the 'wolf' began to advance towards your rabbit, and you immediately draw your hand away and buried your face into his chest. "Silly!" Laughing, you made light punches at his arm. "Take your wolfie away from me!"

And it was silly, but something about it made you feel all fuzzy inside. He laughed in return; it was the sound of it that made you stop, pausing to cherish the warmth that spread through you as a result of it.

Yet the more you look at him, the more you realize that the glow within your little blanket fort, pillow fort, castle whatever it was—wasn't quite coming from much of an external source, but from… him. Specks of those same little sprinkles of light scattered around him, and you could have sworn the very outline of his figure felt like it was glowing.

Smiling, you shifted closer to him, fingers moving to thread through his hair. "Xavier…" you chuckled. "What's going on?"

"What… do you mean?"

You reached out to poke his cheek. "Xavier glows when he's happy."

It took a moment.

You watched as his expression shifted ever so slightly, the flash of surprise making itself visible for a moment before settling into a fondness you knew was reserved only for you. You could marvel at it, really. There were many things about Xavier that you've come to know all this time that you've been spending with him, the past couple years of your relationship. Things like the subtle movement of his gaze when he's caught off-guard, or the twitch of his lips when he tries to keep himself from smiling. He was more expressive than people realized—moreso with the little things, and a little less, sometimes, with his words.

"Because I am happy." He leaned in, closer. The tips of your noses touched, and he nuzzled against you gently. "Are you?"

His hand raised, a familiar bunny light bouncing around the both of you as he smiled softly. That bunny, the very same one from that campfire, the very same one where—as far as you could recall—you'd made one of your very first promises with him.

Tell me when you're overwhelmed next time.

Something in you told you this was a similar moment.

It was quiet for a while, your eyes staying locked. Bated breath formed a certain tension in the air that wasn't unbearable, but easily had your heart skipping a beat. If you leaned back down, listened to his heartbeat… you wondered if you would feel the same thing. Yet somehow, in this moment… it felt as if your hearts had never been this close.

It was Xavier who broke the silence.

"I didn't forget, you know."

You didn't pull away, but you blinked. "…Huh?"

"Today. It's Valentine's day… Isn't it?"

"Oh…"

"I didn't forget."

He nodded his head, once. The smile on his face never quite left, even as he assessed the traces of panic on your own.

"I— I did, though… Sorry. I don't have anything, I didn't really—"

"It's okay."

You blinked. Again. You noticed that Xavier had been catching you by surprise a fair amount this day. "Huh?"

"It's okay," he repeated, patiently. "Because the only gift that I want… is already right next to me. And she's the same star as the only star I wish to be looking at."

Once again, it was Xavier who broke the tension.

Before you could react, before you could fluster yourself over his words—

He leaned down, lips touching against yours.

One kiss. "I love you."

Another kiss. "I love you."

A third kiss. "I love you, still."

You were left dizzy at the quick succession of kisses, feather-light, barely there, and you could practically feel the way his lips turned up into a satisfied smile.

"They say three times' the charm… right?"

Cheeky.

And yet, looking back into his eyes pushed the mischief in them aside, and instead what you found in them was— love.

So, so, much love.

More than the three times he's said it today, and more than… whatever Valentine's Day was supposed to be.

Something swelled in your chest.

"Sometimes, I think that, from the far reaches of the night sky… A star has arrived on this planet." You spoke slowly, formulating your words, and then you bumped your nose against his with a smile. "And I also think that star happens to be laying right next to me."

Arms wrapped around his neck, and it was your turn to shower his face in a little flurry of kisses, relishing the soft laughs that fall from his own lips.

"So if I'm the only star you want to look at," you murmured, "then you're the only star I want to spend the rest of my days with. I hope… tonight won't be the last night we get to spend with each other. I want more nights with you. More like this."

And he chuckled.

"No, it won't be the last."

Slowly, his arms trailed to rest on your waist, gently guiding you to settle on top of him. Happily, you pressed your forehead against his. In this moment, you realized that you loved, all too much, to look into his eyes like this.

"…Your eyes look like stars," you laughed quietly.

"Yours hold all of them."

"No, that's wrong, Xavier. It holds one star. That's you."

He smiled.

"…Mn. It won't be the last, not tonight." He said again, brushing your hair from your face. "We've followed the pull of fate to this moment, so I'll make sure to stay by your side. Now, and always. Maybe, this night… holds the hope there is for us to always be together."

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At first, I just wanted to make a silly eepy kitty Xavi drink milk, and before I knew it, I had already made all of this

vampire: My darling, my eternal flame, my heart's joy taken human form... you simply must drink water your blood tastes like shit.

I wish you can write me a comforting Xavier fluff? I felt emotionally tired in the past few days of moments of things don't go well or as originally well planned. 😞

Hii you!

As a devoted Caleb stan, I may or may not have briefly short-circuited when I got your request for Xav fluff. But I’m also deeply honored you trust me with this mission. So here you go: 300ish words of Xav being sooooft. I tried to give you what your heart desires—with love, from a Caleb girl doing her best.

Hope you feel better soon,

Maps 🫶🏻

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🩷 His light (Xavier)

The apartment is quiet when you come in, your body heavy from the day. You don’t say anything—and you don’t need to.

Xavier’s already on the couch, his book resting unread in his hand. The soft golden glow of his Evol begins to light the room, warm and gentle, like it’s reaching out to you. “The lamp’s too harsh,” he says simply. “This is softer.”

You nod, too tired to speak, and sink down beside him. He shifts wordlessly, letting you curl into his side. His arm comes to rest behind you, not quite a hug, but close enough that you feel the intent.

His light wraps around you both, dim and steady. It doesn’t buzz or flicker—it hums quietly, like it knows this is what you need.

The weight of the day starts to fade. You feel his hand gently brush your hair back, the touch warm and unhurried, as if he’s afraid to disturb you. Then it lingers—his fingers moving slowly, drawing quiet circles against your back in a rhythm that calms your heart more than any words could.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs quietly. “Just rest. I’m here.”

You breathe in the warmth of him, the soft scent of clean cotton and something faintly sunlit. His hoodie brushes against your cheek, worn and familiar, and you sink into it like a sigh.

“You’re safe now,” he adds, his voice even softer than before. “You’ve done enough for today. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Then, you feel it.

A soft kiss pressed to your forehead—slow and grounding. He lingers there, just long enough to make your chest ache.

“You can fall apart with me, if you need to,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I’ll hold the pieces.”

You drift.

And when you stir again, just for a moment, his head is leaning against yours. His Evol is still glowing softly, casting lazy golden patterns on the walls. His hand has never stopped moving—still tracing those gentle circles against your back.

He never moved. He stayed.

And somehow, that says everything.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♥︎ FAMILIAR GLOW

── . ✦ WORD COUNT : 2,945

── . ✦ PAIRING : Xavier x Fem!Reader

── . ✦ SUMMARY : He takes his anger from a mission gone wrong out on you when all you tried to do was talk to him.

── . ✦ CONTENT WARNINGS : fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used for reader, use of 'y/n', angst + hurt/no comfort, use of petnames (honey), swearing (fuck, shit), depictions of injuries (cuts and bruises), minor depictions of blood.

── . ✦ AUTHOR'S NOTE : sorry for the repost... IN MY DEFENSE- i didnt even mean to POST THE FIRST ONE. BUT TUMBLR DOES THIS STUPID THING WHERE IT THINKS IT'S SILLY AND CHANGES THE 'SAVE DRAFT' BUTTON TO 'POST' BUTTON *bangs head into the wall*

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Xavier languidly opened the front door to his apartment, being met with complete silence — apart from the usual bustling of Linkon City that never seemed to rest — and complete darkness — apart from the lights from the other buildings in the city surrounding the apartment building and the bright full-moon outside the windows. He pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. 23:35.

“Y/N must be asleep...” He thought, placing his right hand on his left shoulder and slowly rolling the sore joint in a circular motion after placing down his keys in a tiny dish on the console table a few feet from the front door.

“I suppose that it's for the better, though.” His body was littered in fresh bruises in various hues of deep purples and blues and lacerations of varying lengths and depths that were still leaking small beads of blood, soaking through his bandages and — apart from the blood — pristine, tightly wrapped sterilized gauze. He could barely move without every single muscle and joint in his body screaming at him to stop.

He knew that it was better that you didn't see him like this, since it would've definitely distressed you too much if you had to see him like that. He knew that you would notice his discomfort in the morning and begin to ask questions, but he luckily had a few hours to figure out how he was going to explain his state to you, while also downplaying the severity of his injuries as to not make you worry too much.

A few days prior, when Xavier was assigned the mission, you had begged him over and over to let you join him, adamant that it wasn't a good idea for him to go alone. He thought that your concern for his safety was cute and he watched you ramble on and on about his health with hearts and stars — quite literally — in his eyes.

Now, he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing that you didn't join him. Good, because otherwise it would've been you littered with lacerations and bruises just like him; or bad, because if you had gone with him, all of his injuries could've been avoided because you would've been there to help him beat the wanderer.

He ran an aching hand through his silver hair while making his way to the couch with slow, dragging feet. He grimaced when he brought his hand out of hair and turned it over to inspect the back of it, noticing the large, reddish-purple bruises littering his knuckles and the valleys in between his fingers.

“Now it just looks like I've gotten into a bar fight...” Xavier sighed and flexed his hand, feeling the bruised skin stretch and a stinging pain compared to that of thousands of pins and needles repeatedly poking into his flesh.

“To be honest, I don't know which one would be worse in Y/N's eyes...” He chuckled lowly with a slight shake of his head, wondering which scenario would elicit a more displeased reaction from you.

“There's no way I'm going to be able to hide this from Y/N...” He muttered, bringing his hand up to his chest and rubbing the palm of his other hand over his bruised knuckles, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt a small stinging sensation pulsing from the bruises.

Xavier walked over to the couch and began to slowly bend his knees with his hands on his knees, trying to alleviate the pain that was gnawing at every single ligament in his body as he sat down on the couch with a strained groan.

God, that wanderer really did a number on him...

How could he let the mission botch as badly as it did? It was supposed to be an easy mission that shouldn't have taken him more than thirty minutes at worst to complete, but a measly miscommunication between Xavier and the Hunters' Association resulted in Xavier misinterpreting that he would be battling a low-ranking wanderer, one who's behavior would be so predictable that he could defeat it with his eyes blindfolded.

But it was, in fact, not a low-ranking wanderer. It was an Elite Carmine Talon, one of the toughest that he's ever had to battle, and he had to battle it alone.

Normally, even a Carmine Talon would be relatively easy for him to defeat; but he was so caught off-guard by it when it first appeared that it completely threw him off his groove. For the entire duration of the battle, Xavier was horribly disoriented and scatter-brained, resulting in him getting tossed around the battle vicinity like a ragdoll.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, slowly running his hands over his face and taking a deep breath. He debated whether he should bring up miscommunication between himself and the Association to Captain Jenna, because even if the miscommunication was small, it did nearly cost him his limbs more than a few times since he was highly unprepared for — and caught completely off-guard by — the Carmine Talon's ambush.

“Xavier?” Your soft voice brought his train of thoughts to an immediate, screeching halt and broke the silence in the living room from behind him, and he turned around a bit too quickly — almost as if he was startled — , immediately regretting it once searing bolts of paint shot throughout his entire body, down to the furthest tips of his fingers and toes. He hissed at the stinging sensation and involuntarily squeezed his eyes shut, before slowly opening them up again.

“Hey, honey...” Xavier muttered lowly, stiffly turning his upper body back around on the couch to face forward again, feeling the stinging pain gradually start to subside again.

Xavier missed how you furrowed your brows as you took notice of his pained expression and disheveled— almost distressed — appearance when he turned back around. His usually neat hair was tousled; little strands of silver fly-away hairs standing in every direction imaginable, catching the faint glow of the moonlight shining through the thin gossamer material of the curtains.

“You look like you've been in a bar fight.” You quipped with a teasing smile, walking over to the couch and slowly sitting down next to Xavier. Xavier’s lips twitched up in a a small smile, so small that you would not have noticed it if you weren’t watching his face with the utmost adoration.

He was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen; even when his body was covered in large, dark bruises, pristine — except for the blood specks already leaking through the gauze's woven sheer — bandages and his clothes were caked in dirt-marks and rips, revealing the red abrasions decorating his skin underneath.

“I'm assuming that the wanderer you fought was not a low-ranking wanderer, was it?” You softly giggled with an amused smile, bringing your arm up to rest your elbow against the backrest of the couch and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand.

You brought your other hand up to gently run your fingers through his hair to try and flatten the straying strands. Xavier pulled away almost instantly when your fingers touched his scalp, and you involuntarily pulled your hand back, confusion — and a flash of hurt — swirled in your eyes.

“Xavier?” Your voice was soft — only loud enough to barely exceed the meaning of a whisper — and carried a tint of hurt. ‘Am I annoying him?’ ‘Does he want to be left alone?’ ‘Should I leave?’ ‘Should I have never gotten out of bed in the first place?’ Your train of thoughts stilled when you felt a soft, warm hand encase your own that was still hovering in the air from where you’d pulled back.

“I'm sorry, honey,” Xavier slowly brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle, feather-light kiss over your knuckles, “I'm just... really, really sore...”

“Oh...” Obviously you knew he was sore; look at the state of him! You’d be more concerned if he weren’t in any pain.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Do you need a warm compress? Or a cool one?” You stood up from the couch and began walking in the direction of the kitchen. If you couldn’t make his pain completely disappear, you could at least try to help and minimize it; even the smallest bit of pain-relief would be enough to reassure you that you were helping.

“Um... no, I'm alright, thank you...” Xavier’s voice was soft; softer than it usually was. He looked down at his hands for a second, slowly running his middle finger over the dark bruises lining his knuckles. Your soft steps came to a stop just as you were about to pass the kitchen island

“Actually... could I maybe just get a cup of water, please?” He slowly brought his eyes up to meet yours, and your heart momentarily shattered at the exhausted look swirling in his deep blue eyes.

“Of course.” You sent him a caring smile — which he was too exhausted to return — before turning around and going to grab a glass cup from one of the kitchen cabinets.

The soft rippling of cold water flowing from the faucet and gathering in the cup resonated throughout the hauntingly quiet apartment. The silence was awkward and felt crushing as you and Xavier always had something to talk about, even if it was something as simple as a funny post one of you saw on Moments. You didn’t say anything though; you knew he was tired, and probably a little bit embarrassed at the damage that the Carmine Talon had done to him.

Turning the knob to bring the flowing water to a stop, you turned around with the cup wrapped between both of your palms, walking back over to the couch to slowly sit down next to Xavier. You nudged the cup in his direction with one hand holding the bottom of the cup and the other wrapped around the body of the glass cup, and he brought a faintly trembling hand out to grab the cup while keeping the other splayed on his knee. You watched him heavily bring the cup up to his lips and tip the cup back to take a sip, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as the cold water flowed down his sore throat.

“I’ll go get the bath running so you can freshen up, and in the meantime, I’ll help you remove your bandages and we can change them when you’re done with your bath, okay?” You rested your hand over his own on his knee with a soft smile

Xavier only nodded with the rim of the cup still pressed against his lips, though he had tipped it back so the water was no longer touching his lips. His eyes flicked back at the floor, dancing across winding patterns of the white oak wooden floorboards.

You gave his hand a few gentle pats — careful not too tap directly on his knuckles in fear of making the bruises decorating those areas sting — before standing up and walking in the direction of the en suite bathroom in Xavier's bedroom. Technically, it was yours as well; since you slept in his apartment more than you slept in your own.

In the bathroom after twisting the knob to let the warm water begin to flow and gradually begin to fill up the room with warm steam, you heard the sound of glass shattering against wooden floors from the living room and your socked feet nearly slipped on the smooth bathroom tiles as you rushed out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and into the living room to see what happened.

Grabbing onto the bedroom’s doorframe to balance yourself as your feet came to an abrupt halt once you were stood on the threshold of the living room, your eyes widened upon spotting Xavier stood over a pile of shattered, scattered crystals of glass in a puddle of water with his head hung low and fists clenched at his sides.

“Xavier, what happened?” you walked over with hurried steps to stand in front of Xavier and examined the shattered glass shards on the floor, not exactly toe-to-toe with him but close enough for him to be able to see your feet without having to lift his head.

“Why won’t anything go my way today...” You heard him mutter, and you looked up with confusion visible in the crease between your furrowed eyebrows, only to still be met with his silver bangs still dangling over his eyes, concealing his eyes from you.

“What are you talking about?” It was just a cup, why was he saying that nothing was going his way today?

Well, there was the mission that went south, but none of that was his fault in the slightest and this also wasn’t the first time that a miscommunication such as this one had happened, but he was never this upset about it before.

“Everything’s going wrong today...” He hissed through gritted teeth. You could see his fist visibly tighten in its clenched position, and his fists began to shake from the pressure of his nails digging into his palms.

“Like what? It’s just a cup, Xavier. It’s not the end of the world.” There was humour behind your voice since you didn't quite grasp the seriousness of the situation, and this only added fuel to the fire quickly growing in Xavier's eyes.

“It’s not ‘just’ the cup, Y/N! Everything’s gone wrong today!” He finally looked up at you, and the humour quickly disappeared from your voice once you noticed the scary amount of ire swirling behind his eyes. “The cup practically flew from my grip the second you left the room; and the mission botched because the Association can’t seem to get their god-damn information straight and now it looks like I don’t know how to properly do my job!”

“There’s no need to yell at me, Xavier,” You brought your hands up in a placating gesture to try and alleviate his anger. “And what happened today really wasn’t bad enough for you to conclude that everything's going wrong. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?” Your question held absolutely no malice and he knew that; it was a genuine question since while what happened today wasn’t exactly ideal, you didn’t feel like it was enough for Xavier to act out like this.

“Overreacting?!” His eyes widened in disbelief at your way of phrasing it, then the flame of rage returned in his eyes, burning even brighter than it was before. “Of course you would think it wasn’t that bad since all you did today was lay around and do nothing!” Your mouth fell open in absolute disbelief at what he just said. This was your first day-off in months, and the last thing you did was lay around all day. You were out running errands for hours, you deep-cleaned the apartment and helped one of your friends build a shelf in the apartment a few rooms down the hall from your own. You were doing everything but laying around.

“What are you getting so mad at me for? It’s as if you’re saying it’s my fault that the mission botched!” You weren’t serious when you stated that last part, but your heart plummeted into the deepest point of your stomach when he didn’t deny it.

He stayed silent when you said it, and you felt your hands begin to shake at what he was basically insinuating. It was as if he was saying ‘if the shoe fits’.

“Wow...” You laughed in disbelief, finding his innuendo so utterly ridiculous and offensive that you could’ve sworn that it was a joke if the tension in the air wasn’t so thick that even a chainsaw couldn’t cut through it.

“Low blow, Xavier. Low, low blow.” You scoffed and turned around to head for the direction of the front door, completely missing the way the flame of rage immediately extinguished in his eyes once he realized what it was that you concluded from his silence.

‘Shit,’ He thought, ‘That wasn’t what I meant!’, He wanted to chase after you and let you know that that wasn’t what he was thinking. He’d never think like that. Ever. So to think that he made you think that he was blaming you for the Association's mistakes made his heart shatter into an unfathomable amount of pieces.

You grabbed your keys from the tiny dish on the console table and harshly shoved the key into the keyhole, gripping the handle once you heard the key click in the keyhole.

“You know, Xavier...” You muttered with your head down, rapidly blinking your eyes when you felt the familiar sting of tears start to well up in your waterline, “I never knew you thought that lowly of me.”

You twisted the doorknob counter-clockwise, feeling the subtle latch disconnect from its hook in the wall, “I would've told you if I knew that the Association's wanderer prediction was false...” You opened the door and stepped over the threshold, feeling the lump in your throat swell as a salty tear ran down your cheek.

“Stop thinking so lowly of me...” And with that, you pulled the door shut behind you.

Xavier fell back down on the couch after watching the door close behind you, ignoring the physical pain in his body since the emotional anguish he was currently going through exceed the physical pain tremendously.

He ran his hands over his face, moving over his forehead and moving his hair away from his eyes in the process. ‘What the fuck did I just do...’

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your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), your favorite.

A Nostalgic Dream

listen to a lot of orchestral music, and this is one of my all time favorite pieces. And ever since getting into love and deepspace l've associated it with Xavier.

I can't pin down an exact idea, just flashes of scenes.

A grand, silver and gold ballroom on Philos. The orchestra is practicing a slower melody for his highness' ball, and you stay with him as his soon to be grandis knight. Xavier isn't interested in the festivities but his blue eyes catch the way you sway to the music ever so subtly. The way you hum the melody and seem to float instead of walking.

So, without a word, he bows and offers his hand to you. Without a word, you bow or curtsy in kind and take his hand.

Each twinkle in the melody matches a twinkle in the light, each hum of the violin leads you into another step. Xavier is dancing you around the

empty ballroom with all the grace and poise a prince of his caliber should have. Fleeting glances, intermingled breath. The spin of the tail/skirt of your uniform, the way Xavier glows in unspoken delight.

And somewhere in a strange mix of past and future, you lay awake in your boyfriend's bed.

Beginning to hum a melody you've never heard.

A song from a nostalgic dream, where you danced with a prince that glowed under moonlight, with eyes bluer than a clear summer's sky. But you can never quite make out his face. So you simply hum the tune, unaware of Xavier's slightly widened eyes.

IDK I feel like this music piece deserves a Prince Xavier fic but l've already got the trowels series and I just can't quite hammer anything down for him.

Morning after Long Work Days

CONTENT: a little suggestive ... which it is not as this will get a Part 2. Fluff, sleepy weepy. Mainly FLUFF and Comfort...

The first rays of sun slipped through the closed curtains illuminating the room in a warm yellow orange glow. I have been up since a long time but not able to move or shift and my arms and legs have numbed out by now. Why you may ask…

Well, the problem is, there is this 6ft boyfriend of mine practically sleeping on top of me and I don’t have a heart to wake him up or move him and just … I have giving up at this point. This has been going on since 4:30 am, but one thing I can say, he looked peaceful enough for me to just …… (deep breathe) appreciate him.

The sunlight hit his face just at the right angle to illuminate his features, Xavier lays on my chest, like an ethereal god. The last few days were hard for both of us with the amount of wanderer appearance and night duties we both pulled through, barely resting and just going on and on. And looking at both of us walking around like zombies at the association, Jenna at last called us to her office and told us to get a leave. Both me and Xavier didn’t remember how we returned home or if we ate anything or even bathe. I just remember somehow, I got those leather straps and work clothes off and just wear one of Xavier’s hoodies and shorts and falling on bed, and then as I drifted off, I did feel a oh so light kiss on my forehead and being enveloped in a warm embraced and soon I was out like a light.

And now, here I am being crushed by my 6ft boyfriend Xav, who looks much better and I am happy that he got is much deserved rest. This sweetheart of mine couldn’t even take a proper nap in past 1 week. Looking at his face, his mouth just slightly open, his chest going up and down sync with my heartbeat, his arms hanging loosey around me, legs dangling off and his face on my neck. It felt good to be trust like this by a person. A person, even if everyone says “Xavier is the best hunter out there, Xavier this, Xavier that…” treating him as something dangerous, or a lethal weapon, but in the end of the day, he is too a person who needs to rest which he doesn’t get much due to his active hearing or alertness. Therefore, seeing this idiot of my bf, forgetting the world and sleeping soundly like a baby on top of me, yes, he a person to me first before he is the best hunter in Linkon.

Thoughts like these were running wild in my head as I slowly caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Letting out a heavy sigh and deep in my thoughts, I didn’t feel him shift closer to me until I felt a soft and feather like kiss on my neck followed by him nuzzling his nose and sniffing me.

“Stop that brain of yours from overthinking, its going to break soon enough.” He said softly.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” I asked him letting my fingers graze his back, along his spine which sent a shiver down his body as he shifted again and at last faced me.

“Why you up now?” he said nuzzling into my chest like a literal cat and a laughter bubbled out of me.

“OH, my handsome sweet pie, love of my life, cutie of a boyfriend.” I said pampering him with kisses on his hair and forehead... getting cute aggression just by looking at him and how soft and cuddly he looked.

“Ahhhhh ahhh…. Nooooooo…. Not yet” he said with a shriek as I attack him and embrace the shit out of him, murmuring words of nothing and everything, and he tried to protest that he didn’t like being pampering, but THIS IDIOT LIKED IT. I knew it. He acted as he repelled it but leaned more closer to me as I continued on with my playful assault on him. And he did let me, until I found my arms being pinned on my side.

“Seriously Xav…” I looked at him. Those night blue eyes looking right at me. There was a gleam to it, a liveliness to it which was gone this week. I let out a deep sigh, kissing his crown saying “Welcome back my prince charming” with a small smile.

He stilled for a moment, before relaxing again, “Why welcome me back? I was here…”

“Yeah, you were, physically, but mentally you were exhausted as f… and ya” I said caressing his head and scratching his scalp lightly ‘but that liveliness and happiness was not there… which are back again as you … I hope you did get some good sleep?”

“SOME GOOD SLEEP? No... I had the best sleep of my life today honestly. “He said with a laugh and at last rolled off me. I grunted slightly shifting to my side and saw him looking at me.

“What?”

“It looks painful” he said with a amused face.

I playfully hit his head ‘Its all your fault but ya ... I don’t mind it” I smiled at him.

He embraced me again kissing my nose and then my lips before I stopped him. “Not now… you smell and I don’t remember if we brushed out teeth or what not … Sorry”

“You denied me KISSES? And even EARLY IN THE MORNING? I have been betrayed.” He said with a exaggerated sigh “Betrayed by my own star… what a terrifying thing to wake up to. This is not my reality. Come here … lets sleep again and wake up in our reality where you let me kiss youuuuu” he said trying to hug me again but I slipped past his arms and sat up.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON’T GET UPPPP…... Plweaseeeeeee”

I let out a laugh, “Idiot… get up now. We didn’t bathe yesterday and I feel dirty all over.”

He looks at me with his classic smirk… “Are you perhaps suggesting something to me sweetheart?”

“MAYBE… but my idiot of a boyfriend won’t get up so…” I trailed off and got up from the bed to go to the washroom.

Soon after, I heard a knock on the washroom door and then saw Xavier’s face poke out, “Is the offer still valid yet?’

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Sooooo.. even if i am swamped with college works due to exams and having writers block since forever, I made a line art of xavier yesterday night and

EARLY IN THE DAMMASS MORNING MY INSPIRATION HIT ME LIKE A SNOWSTROM

Hopefully you guys will this 😅, wanted to write a fanfic for so long and I at last did...

Might post this on AO3 🫣😵‍💫

But whatever

ENJOYYYY