#lnds xavier

[yammyq]

The vision behind my previous post

[ilovemitsuya]

Xavier’s always so gentle with MC ✦

☆ new card alert

[manikas-whims]

Xavier's hands in Silvery Polyphony ✨

the moment i saw this teaser, my mind thought about wanting those big hands of his to do “something indecent” 🤭

[sunnieslotus]

Am I more pretty than intelligent or intelligent than pretty?

Xavier

Zayne

Rafayel

Sylus

Honestly I was just really stressed so I transformed it into something silly. I hope you enjoyed 🥺

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Stalker Xavier (Except he's a soft boy at the end of the day)

This isn't how I portray Xavier in the slightest, but if I'm doing a yandere series I gotta commit to the bit. So here's a soft yandere stalker Xavier, which is how I would personally write him at a stalker.

Stalker Xavier who has always been so hopelessly in love with you that you're the only thing that's ever been on his mind for the past couple hundreds of years, and when he sees you in this timeline, he nearly short circuits.

Stalker Xavier who decided that even if you don't fall for him, he's not going to let you out of his sight. Not now. Not ever. He's was going to be your guardian until it killed him because he can't live another lifetime without seeing your face every day.

Stalker Xavier who discovered you wanted to be a Deepspace Hunter, so took the job himself while you were still in the academy.

Stalker Xavier who is the one to put in the recommendation for you to join Unicorns so you'd be working alongside him, because that way it would be easier to keep an eye on you.

Stalker Xavier who's the one who sent you an email about the apartment complex. He had gotten the people who lived right underneath him to move out shortly before you were going to move in, so he could ensure you'd be right underneath him.

Stalker Xavier who is surprised when you appear before him in the No Hunt Zone, but also isn't because he was the one who had suggested the new recruits look into the area.

Stalker Xavier who manipulates things and chases everyone off who wants to be your potential partner so he's the only one left to take the role. He decided nobody else is capable of properly protecting you, not with what he knows, and he'd be damned if you got injured because you got assigned a different partner when he's right there.

Stalker Xavier who goes out of his way to try every lottery thing for prizes. He knows he's lucky, and he wins things all the time and then gives them to you because "I don't like random people touching me, so I don't do massages."

Stalker Xavier who is always conveniently there when you need him. He sometimes gets bad feelings in the pit of his stomach and seeks you out. The incident where he was asleep on the train was no accident. He had been following you, knew you'd only have that one train to get on, and teleported to the stop before so he'd already be there when you got on.

Stalker Xavier who is absolute dog shit when it comes to lying to you, but is amazing at avoiding questions. He knows so much about you that when you're questioning him, he's easily able to deflect your questions by bringing up something you had recently done, or a topic you enjoy.

Stalker Xavier who will gaslight the fuck out of you when you get suspicious that he knows too much about you. He sucks at lying, but it doesn't mean he can't come up with 50 excuses that make you feel like you're overreacting. He doesn't enjoy it, but if you knew the truth you'd be appalled, and he can't have that.

Stalker Xavier who is always listening when he's home. He's listening to you when you come home, shower, getting ready for bed. He'll listen in on your conversations and has fallen asleep on the floor of his apartment before listening to you speaking with Tara in the past.

Stalker Xavier who will teleport into your home all the time. "I'm sorry, sometimes teleportation can be finicky, and your apartment is right below mine." you can't exactly dispute it since you don't know how to teleport and therefore don't know how it works. He's done it to you many times, right after a shower, as you're laying in bed. He always says since he's already there, you two might as well spend time together.

Stalker Xavier who doesn't generally fuss when he's injured, but after realizing how you are when he has an injury, begins letting you know. He enjoys having you over and getting your undivided attention. He'll even purposefully get injured just to have your hands on him, wrapping up wounds on his chest.

Stalker Xavier who takes note of when you're supposed to be home, and whenever he doesn't hear you will go out and find you. He has your location on his phone and will watch you. If he sees you with another male he'll purposefully do things to end the interaction and get you home.

Stalker Xavier who always looks over your missions. If you're going to be out of town, then suddenly he's been assigned on the same mission.

Stalker Xavier that will purposefully find hotels that only have one room for you to stay in. He'll even call and make reservations only at places he knows gets booked up, for the sole purpose of making sure you have to share the same lodgings at night.

Stalker Xavier who hates going to work events, but goes to them and offers to pay for all your drinks. He wants you drunk so you need to lean on him for support. Of course he's your partner and neighbor, so he'll make sure you get home safe. And he can't leave you alone when you're drunk so he's taking care of you and falling asleep on the floor next to your bed. In the morning he also can't leave you because "You're hung over, which is the same as being sick. Stay in bed, let me take care of you for a little while longer.

Stalker Xavier who will sometimes go to your home and put snacks in your fridge and other things for meal making. When you get home and notice it, you're already messaging him, asking if he stopped by earlier. "You don't remember getting those yesterday? Have you been sleeping well? Well, since you already have those ingredients in the fridge, how about I come over and we can make dinner together?"

Stalker Xavier who steals things from your apartment all the time. When you come over and discover them, you ask if he took them, "Those items? I know they're yours. You don't remember bringing them over? Sorry, I must've forgotten to return them."

Stalker Xavier who is surprised when you confess to him. He didn't think he'd ever get to call you his lover, but now that you were here...well he was going to make sure nobody else could have you.

Stalker Xavier who makes it known to everyone that you two are dating at work. He'll always find ways to touch you, having his hand somewhere on your body and gives you kisses all the time. If he sees you speaking to someone he doesn't like, he'll come over and kiss your cheek and ask what you want for dinner.

Stalker Xavier who is suggesting after two weeks of dating to just move in together. "We're already always with one another, and it would help save on money. Or perhaps we could move to a bigger place?" he's so convincing and sweet it's hard to say no.

Stalker Xavier who has managed to convince you fully that his possessiveness is just him being a doting boyfriend. He's far too sweet to be a stalker, or have any of those tendencies. He's also super lucky so of course he's always there at the right time for you, he totally wasn't following you around town.

I genuinely don't see canon Xavier being possessive of MC. I see him being protective with all things considering (because he knows far too much). Hell I could make an entire post that justifies most of his "possessive" actions because in my opinion, they all have reasons. These qualities I wrote are just to fit in more with the Stalker/Yandere theme. Again, this doesn't reflect how I portraying Xavier in the slightest.

[sayangrafayel]

Loft talk Pt. The Adult of Adults.

Xavier, Rafayel, and Sylus: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

Xavier: We need an adult!

Rafayel: Aren't we all adults!?

Sylus: We need an adultier adult! Get Zayne!

[A/N: I saw Ijichi describing Nanami as the adult of adults despite him being the youngest among them, and it made me think of Zayne and how much that title would suit him. HAHAHA.]

[dreameffectss]

Did a fun little collab with @ mimo___c on twitter !!💕🥰 I drew Xavier with the word she gave me, "scarf" though I had to stretch the definition a little LOL

Be sure to check out her half of the collab as well!! (I gave her the word "coffee mug" hehe)

[skynapple]

Embrace

Love and Deepspace | Xavier x MC

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/Slight Angst/SFW

Word count: i don't freaking know it's 3am have fun (unedited)

cw: alcohol

Xavier wasn't used to physical affection, and frankly it wasn't a habit, until he met her. A long time ago, he had his first real hug. Not a token of gratitude or necessity, but because he'd wanted it; because he'd meant so much more than words could express, because it was her. In a split second question of timidity and vulnerability, it occurred to him to try it out. It was embedded in his mind, the shape of her etched into his soul. But just as quickly as that hug had come and gone, so had her presence in his life. And for a long time, he hadn't quite felt that inclined towards any physicality that way. Until today.

--

Learning about Xavier was learning that underneath a steely exterior was actually something akin to a marshmallow. Where once was a dangerous and mysterious person, tough as nails and feared by the very monsters that kept children awake at night, became a trusted friend and ally, who slept all day and also would rather watch the birds go by in the sun curled up a good book. The imagery felt stark, but it warmed her.

There was something so soft about seeing her neighbor in his usual cozy knits. He looked like a marshmallow. Sometimes, he smelled like one too. Although she herself wasn't necessarily a hugger, there was something so... squishable about the Xavier that she felt selfishly happy to get to know privately in a way their other colleagues couldn't. There he was, sunk into an oversized bean bag on a Friday night, munching on his 4th egg tart, eyes glued to the movie screen, a scowl on his face.

"This is... really bad. He couldn't have survived that. He isn't even bleeding. Why is she hugging him? Wouldn't his ribs get crushed?" She'd learned quickly that Xavier liked to bag on cheesy movies, so she enjoyed torturing her neighbor with new hokey romantic action comedies. This particular cult classic was the worst yet.

"Shhh! This is the best part!" She hushed, and in his chagrin he stuffed the finishing bite of his egg tart (his bribe for tonight) in his mouth.

When the movie ended and it was time for him to head back upstairs to his apartment, he stood at the door shaking his head at what he was saying his creative-life-choices-for-listening-to-you. She wasn't really thinking about it when she reached out to hug him on his way out the door. He'd stiffened but said nothing. It just felt like a comfortable, friendly, perhaps neighborly thing to do. She just couldn't resist with his somewhat pouty expression in his chunky white hoodie. Again, he looked squishable to her.

He was warmer than she thought. The plush cotton of his hoodie felt soft as it crumpled against her cheek. The feel of his chest against her much shorter frame felt like taking hold of a large sturdy tree trunk, firm, but completely enveloped in swaths of plush fabric that smelled sweet and refreshing, and mostly like generic cheap detergent. In the brief moment of connection, although she didn't feel him hug back, there was something sweet and secure about being so close to him. There was a hint of a smile as he waved off and disappeared down their corridor. Although her cheeks were warm from her own boldness, she thought little else of it afterwards.

She didn't mean to be drawn to his warmth. He didn't have a particularly strong personal scent, unlike other men who she could smell the spice-filled deodorant on from a whole minute away. Xavier instead had a comforting warmth to his smell. She wasn't sure why she liked it so much, but very quickly realized how addicting it could become just to be close enough to him. Embarrassingly, she felt like a complete creep to think about her neighbor that way. She soothed her mind to think it shouldn't be creepy, and probably a flattering compliment that he smelled really good if it ever came up between them. For the time being, she decided to keep it to herself.

It wasn't supposed to become a habit. Quick hugs at the end of a shift to say a fast thanks-for-your-support, another quick hug after a mission to say I'm-glad-you're-not-hurt. Then in the morning once running into him on the way to work to say have-a-good-day. The side hugs, although brief, become more and more frequent, while she grew more and more accustomed to him, and less apt to resist against his completely huggable fashion choices and yes, his addicting features and scent. She figured if he minded he might have said, and besides, it was quick and not awkward, probably. At some point, although she couldn't recall exactly when it started, she noticed he'd be reaching for her as if expected at those moments too. Comfortable, friendly, neighborly. Probably.

The first time it lingered was after a multi-day mission. The wanderers had been relentless, and then she and he both were selected to clean up the remnants. Exhaustion ached in her bones and she didn't think much of resting her weary head on his chest in a brief moment of silence while awaiting orders. In that moment she'd felt a hand on the back of her head, where now she felt sandwiched against him. Then after another breath, she tiredly lifted her bruised arms up around his waist and he wordlessly wrapped his other arm around her upper back. It didn't feel like a hug so much as it felt like support. As they were dismissed from the mission finally, on the way back, she found herself in his arms once more. A true hug at the end to say nothing, where no words were needed, where words weren't anything at all. Just her wrapped in him, him wrapped in her, weary bodies for a split moment of warmth after many days of cold and work.

Then it became etched in her mind, the feeling of him encased in her arms really begun to feel normal. Everytime she saw him, she could feel her expression light up, and her arms would go out for him to meet - and he always would. A two-second connection on the go, or coming home, nearly daily, and no longer awkward. It was hello's, see you's, I hope you feel better's, good work's, thank you's, and everything between. It didn't feel out of-ordinary. Why should it?

Only on herself she couldn't recognize all the ways she'd light up around him. The way she'd press into him a little more just to breathe him in a little better. The way the very essence of him had become comforting to her. With every thing they went through, and had begun to overcome together, how her feelings for him had enraptured every piece of her until she could no longer tell herself apart from having him in her life. Every moment with him just felt right. Every moment with him was better and better.

Until of course, one small phrase slipped through the cracks of her confident exterior. Just one doubt in her mind was enough to shatter her perceived comfort and mindless physical friendly affection with him.

"Are you guys dating?" It was from a coworker with a somewhat cynical expression that she couldn't quite read. The woman had an arm crossed over her chest, the other with a cocktail as around them the party music at the event blared. It threw off her hearing and she had lean closer to the other woman.

"What?"

"I said are you guys dating?"

"What- why do you ask?"

The woman made a face and trailed her eyes over to Xavier at the other end of venue hall, attending to the beverage table.

"You guys seem pretty close. And you're always clinging to each other."

Although she'd not had any alcohol yet, the expression and the mere thought of the implication had her head swirling. While she'd known her feelings for Xavier had grown to undeniable levels, she hadn't expected to be accused of actually dating him. Her heart raced at how to answer, wondering how he would feel or respond if asked the same. While she knew the answer was 'No' the fact that she so badly wanted to say 'Yes' had her tongue tied. Then of course the completely harrowing feeling of not knowing if he felt the same, or if the same feelings she'd been dealing with for months now were hers alone to bear. After all, Xavier was a puzzle. Close one moment, and distant the next. He felt miles away across the room in that moment, and though she didn't realize it yet, a fissure formed in her mind.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally found the strength to tell the truth,

"No we're not. We've just been mission partners a lot."

The woman who'd asked only nodded in another unreadable expression, then smirked as she took a sip of her cocktail.

"I see. I thought so I just couldn't tell 'cause you guys seem so close I kind of thought, no way they're not dating," she snicked, taking another gulp then placed a hand on her hip, "Cause like, you better be careful sweetie, guys get the wrong idea when you hug 'em like that. Might want a little something extra if you treat 'em special like that if you know what I mean, 'cause isn't that what they all want, huh? I'd just be careful, mmkay? And you don't really know if he's single too. Guys act like that then be popping up with girlfriends and you don't wanna be hugging somebody else's boyfriend like that, you know what I'm saying?"

As her heart sank and her chest burned at the accusations rolling off her coworker's tongue, she could scarcely think of a word to say before the woman in her audacity continued with a wink that felt cold as ice,

"Just girl to girl, looking out for you ok? You do you, boo. I got your back."

The first thing in her mind besides her cheeks heated with embarrassment and anger was 'Xavier isn't like that' but before she could find better words or what she really wanted to say akin to mind-your-business only came out in a frustratingly weak tone as

"I'll be careful. But-"

And there he was to break her thoughts, handing her the drink he'd promised. An arm goes up instinctively to catch his frame but for the first time in the months she's gotten close, she hesitates, and she isn't sure why. She quickly defers the movement to grasping the drink and saying a quick thank you.

The woman beside her bears a grin that for all intents and purposes feels somewhat triumphant.

The rest of the evening party continues and her head swirls. She drinks too much to forget, and is grateful to be walked home by the person she actually trusts.

"Why do oowr cowork's have foo" –hiccup– "be so goddawmn nosey ass-"

"Shhh." Xavier soothes, a hand on her lower back as he helps her unlock her apartment door. As he attends to making sure she's hydrated, he agrees to leave once he's sure she's going straight to bed.

"I can help you in the morning. There's a hangover recipe- never mind, I'll tell you in the morning. Good night."

He waits. She goes in to hug him good night, then stops, and rubs her head.

"Mmp... yeah, night."

He thinks nothing much of it, not while she's this drunk, and affectionately fills the gap to clasp her in a side hug.

"Yes, good night foo you."

It's when she isn't drunk that the habit that slowly formed over time is broken as easily as it crept in. Morning hugs replaced by her hands clasped behind her back, or busied by other things. Where she would have trotted over to greet him before, she stays put, albeit with a warm gaze, but she stays.

She hated that it got to her, but she hated to think the grain of salt she took was that she isn't sure what Xavier feels for her. The fact of the matter is that she wants him to be hers, she wants him wholly, and she wants their connection to be deeper. The uncertainty slices through her, enough to keep her up at night. It creeps in to think that maybe he doesn't feel any special sort of way about her, that this normality they've built was somehow built on her getting carried away, or that he felt like he couldn't refuse, or worse, that he only could think of them as friends and nothing more. She was sure sometimes, sometimes that the sweet things he said to her had deeper meaning, but since it was only guesswork, she had to err on the possibility that he was just sickeningly nice. It made her stomach turn to think that. It stuck with her; holding someone that didn't belong to her. It hurt.

What began as quicker, shorter exchanges started to build into what felt like avoidance. Excuses not to see him. Taking a slower route not to meet up accidentally-on-purpose the way she had been. It wasn't that she wanted him to see someone else, but the chasm in her heart felt too wide now. It needed a bridge, and the bridge needed desperate crossing. But bridges are built wooden piece by wooden piece, and she found she was not a carpenter. Finding the way to start the conversation was difficult, and she felt she couldn't get the words wrong. That, and mentally she was preparing for the possibility that this distance was better for him, that he might prefer it, and that she'd been too clingy with someone that didn't belong to her. The dull ache in her chest kept her up at night, preventing her from sleep.

----

What she didn't realize was that Xavier was a creature of habit. Forming them had to feel natural, especially when he was resistant to things that felt forced. More than that, it was change that he hated, especially the habit-disrupting kind, and especially anything that came to her.

He knew things changed that night at the party, the way her expression looked sour, and the way she began to act different afterwards. Excuses weren't easy to come by.

The first time she'd put her arms around him in this lifetime felt like opening a floodgate. It was torture to keep composure. It was torture that he couldn't decide whether or not to keep his distance for her protection, or rules be damned in his greed to become close to her - because for the first time in his life he had something of a freedom to.

And yet she'd found ways to surprise him, small comforting affections that kept him addicted to her, wanting more, opening the steel drawbridge to the castle that he was. He knew exactly when and how she began to hug him differently. It had become such an uncanny indulgence and addiction that it was impossible not to notice. It wasn't that she wasn't allowed not to, it was the level of sincerity that he sensed; it was the perceived hesitation. He could read her better than anyone. Something was different, and he hated it. It felt like an itch under his skin that he couldn't find. Something was wrong. At first he wondered if she wasn't feeling well and needed space, but too many things added up to telling him that she was actively avoiding him. The sting is worse than the red restriction tech around his neck.

He tries catching her once, a swift movement after work by a gentle touch of her arm, asking sincerely if something was wrong.

"Is everything ok?"

"Hmm?"

"You haven't been avoiding me have you? Did...I do something wrong?"

"What!?" Her eyes widen and for the first time in what feels like ages she looks warmly at him. Although, he doesn't miss the way she gulps or swallows whatever she's keeping down.

"Of course not!" She exclaims, shaking her head, "You're totally fine!"

He stiffens, not liking where this is going. "Then why have you been avoiding me?" It's spoken like a dry statement.

"I have not! I've just... I've been pretty tired and I've been running around. That's all! You're fine!"

The words were soothing but he knows better and looks at her through his somewhat pouty cheeks and furrowed brow. "If that's true then you won't mind accompanying me tonight. I don't have groceries at home, so I was going to grab some dinner."

He names a place he knows she loves and watches her face contort as he can feel her scraping for an excuse.

"I have some stuff at home I was going to eat, but I haven't been feeling great, so I probably shouldn't eat out too. Thanks though! I'll see you!"

His arms go up to receive her, but she's already turning away. This feeling in his chest is new, and he can't name it yet, but he knows that he hates it, and he knows it keeps growing no matter what he does.

The last straw is when he can see her coming back from a separate mission. There's a few partners with them. A man and two other women. He watches through the floor-to-ceiling glass office walls, high above to the ground level below as she hugs every single one of them goodbye. Watching her arms go up around another man when he hasn't felt her touch in nearly two weeks makes his chest rise and fall, blood swirling cold through his veins. The light fixture outside above where she's standing flickers on and off. He wonders if she notices. He wonders if she cares.

Taking a shallow breath to steady his tone, he knocks on her door, attempting to articulate his words in his mind. Negotiation was a tactic he'd had to learn from a young age. It was part of his many positions. But navigating relationships was another thing entirely. Navigating the pain of watching someone slip inexplicably from your grasp felt too tumultuous to bear.

When she finally opens, he searches her eyes for any signs of apprehension and when he finds none, he feels his eyes narrow in concern.

"You really are avoiding me."

She almost looked irritated. The unfamiliar expression killed him inside. The fact that it felt he hadn't seen the sweetness of her eyes lit up to see him in weeks felt like a piece of him had faded away.

"Xavier? What? No I'm n-"

"I don't want to hear you lie to me," he intercepted firmly, crossing his arms but keeping his tone even. "You know you have. You're not very good at hiding it."

Now she looked offended and crossed her arms, too, huffing. "What? What do you mean?! If I was really avoiding you, do you really think I would have opened the door like this? Where is this coming from?"

She sounded defensive, and was deflecting. As usual. As expected. He stood his ground, crystal eyes narrowed. It took a moment, but he responded,

"You haven't been greeting me like you used to," a bit softer as he often did, before managing to maintain a stern air again. "Tell me what happened at the party. If you say I didn't do something but you've been taking longer train routes to avoid seeing me-"

"Wait- taking longer train routes? How do you know that?"

"Is it so much not to assume? You usually get home at the same time otherwise." He responded quietly before giving her a look, "And you also are still sharing your location with my hunter watch."

"...Oh."

Looking a bit sheepish, she looked away and huffed another sigh, holding the door a little wider for him to enter through before closing it behind him. She ran a hand over her face in exasperation.

"Look, Xavier... things are fine, really. I told you. You're not doing anything wrong. I'm just... dealing with some stuff."

There was an ounce of truth in there, but it wasn't sufficient.

"I... believe you," he said, watching as she looked up at him in earnest surprise. Then continued, "I also know something happened at the party."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, hands clasped in front of her, "What makes you say that? Oh, is it because I got drunk...?"

He shook his head, arms no longer crossed. It felt like peeling the skin of an apple with a dull knife.

"You looked unhappy. Before you drank. Like someone told you something."

For a moment she was quiet, then she ran both hands over her face, holding her head in her hands after she did.

"We just... people kind of..., I just realized people might think we look like... we're together but we're not? I'm just... I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

Xavier felt his heart clench. Of all the things he had surmised, this wasn't of them.

"Why do you care what other people think?"

"I don't! I just..."

"Over me?"

She looked up at him again, eyebrows knit together, eyes wide. He couldn't tell if she looked like she finally understood what she was doing to him, or if she was looking to dodge away again. As if to prevent it in case, he took a step forward, hands facing palms out, but not moving more than that.

"I..." He took a breath to steady himself again while he couldn't meet her gaze, "...Got used to you."

She frowned deeper again, and then before either of them could fill the space with more useless words, she closed the gap, throwing her arms around him to feel his heartbeat against her skull again.

Just having her in his arms once more he could feel her wash over him, like a giant bucket of paint pouring out, covering everything in him in her. It made him hold her a little tighter, jealousy, hurt, and anger being soothed just slightly while her fingertips pressed into his back.

"I just..." She said, muffled against him before pulling back just enough to speak clearer, voice breaking, and breaking his heart as she did. "I'm not... your girlfriend so I wasn't sure if this was ok."

He felt himself soften, and his heart race all the same. He wanted to scold her for avoiding him so carelessly over something so frivolous, and still wanted to know what exactly spurred the thought in her head. More than anything, he wanted to soothe what he saw in her eyes, realizing that that reflected his own.

"You're not but... that part's the easy thing to fix."

Now her eyes lit up, for the first time in weeks, and he could feel her embrace tighten even more, making his heart swell.

"I thought..." she stared, "I know we've been getting close but I didn't want to assume."

He didn't dare move but tried to give her an even softer expression than before.

"I've been meaning to talk to you. How could you think you weren't the most important person in my life?"

The memory came back. A long, long time ago. Words he couldn't convey then.

"My feelings for you won't ever change."

For a few moments more they held each other in silence. Though he could not see the way she looked emotional, she still smiled as utter relief seeped into her, "Xavier..."

Now his chest tightened, nearly trembling while his voice was barely over a whisper.

"You... normally look at me and say my name... like you're happy. You suddenly stopped saying my name like this."

Gasping, she looked up, pulling a hand back to brush her fingertips on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry. I was trying to think of how to talk to you. I- I wanted to."

He allowed a smile and catches her hand in his own, kissing the top of it, blush matching her own.

"I'll be by your side when you say my name. I'll always come to you. So you're not allowed to stop saying my name like this."

Though it wasn't humorous, she laughed, understanding the forgiveness, and the implication.

"Xavier."

She had been his first real hug so very long ago. Now as they leaned together in a new embrace, they marked their first real kiss at the start of a new beginning.

He repeated her name to her. It felt like a promise.

---

Bonus;

"Now that I'm your girlfriend... I'm stealing your hoodie."

"Why?"

She beamed, feeling free for the first time. "You smell good."

[ourlittleuluru]

Now that brain has calmed down 🤣 such perfect timing...! 🥺 It's like the universe knew!

I got the new stuff I ordered for Little Xavier!! New face plates and his hoodie outfit! And a white jacket to somewhat replicate his White jacket outfit 💗💗

Of course Little Xavier must noms and be eepy after

But most importantly...

Little Xavier loves you 💞

[ersharyzst]

the prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

This is open for all by the way, I'll be linking the invitation and the fic.

"Is this how it's supposed to look like?" I asked Xavier who was also looking at the coffee table we are assembling.

"It looks like it." He said and I slowly turned my head at him and sighed. "Let's test this table now. Put a water bottle on the it."

He did what I asked and I only blinked for a second before the whole thing went collapsing. We both groaned in annoyance.

"We spent the whole morning doing this. Dang it. I'm hungry." Xavier nodded and grabbed his wallet along with my hand.

"Yeah, we should definitely eat something now. What time is it anyway." Xavier said as he checked the time and he looked at me sheepishly. "It's already past 12."

We were walking to a bakery near our apartment while we are talking about our work at the hunter's association.

"That wanderer was really tricky but my team managed to take it down so woohoo." I laughed a little and Xavier opened the door for me like a gentleman he is.

There wasn't a lot of people inside the bakery. So ordering for our food was really quick. Xavier's arms is wrapped around my shoulders while we choose some croissants, macarons, garlic bread and iced coffee.

The bell on the bakery rang and I smiled at the attendant taking our order. I turned around to find Xavier and I's seat but I was shocked to see Zayne behind me.

"Doctor Zayne." I exclaimed in shock.

"It is nice to see you here, Yesha." I can almost hear the cold edge teetering in his voice. Is he... mad? Zayne cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Why don't you introduce me to your companion?" Zayne asked.

"Ahh, yes of course. I don't think I have introduced him to you yet. Doctor Zayne this Xavier, my coworker and my friend. Xav, this is my primary care physician, Zayne." I saw Zayne's eyes twitch a little before returning back into his stern face.

"Nice to meet you, Xavier. She's talked about you a lot. I'm glad to finally meet you in flesh." They both shaked hands.

"Well, how about we all share a table. Are you dining here, Zayne?" I asked and he nodded once. "Yes, I'm on my lunch break right now."

"Great. Xavier and I will find a seat."

It did not take us long before we found a seat near the window. The sun isn't as blaring as it would be and it feels so nice on the skin.

Zayne came to the table with our orders and he sat on the opposite of mine and Xavier's seat.

The time passed by like a blur and we talked about anything under the sun. Well—Xavier and I, of course—I tried to make Zayne engage with us but his response was precise and he just nods. Our lunch was finished in less than an hour.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Doctor Zayne. I've heard lots about you and I'm glad to finally meet you. I don't want to be rude, but I need to go now." Xavier said and he stood up, grabbing all his stuff.

"What? Why? What happened? Is there an emergency? A wandere?" I asked already preparing myself to fight.

"Okay, darling. Calm down. Jeremiah just needs my help on Philo. I'll be back before midnight." I nodded and I shooed him away. "Oh? Is that so? Then what are you waiting for? Get the heck out of here." Xavier laughed softly as he went out of the café.

Once Zayne and I are the only ones left in the table, I fiddled with my hands before looking at him. "Sooooo, uhm, let's go?"

Zayne nodded once again before pulling my hands gently yet his hold on me is firm. He dragged me to his car parked on the other side of the street and hugged me really tightly.

"Your friend was rather clingy." I felt him stroke my hair. "It's just how he is." I replied softly.

"He called you darling. And you haven't been answering my texts since morning." I gently pulled away and I looked at my phone.

"Oh, Zaynie. I'm so sorry. We were so busy fixing that wretched coffee table I didn't know." I bit my lips guiltily.

"And you introduced me to him as your physician. Not even a childhood friend." I pressed my lips together after he said that. I could feel the accusing undertone he laced his words with.

"Well, I mean... You are technically my primary care physician..." Zayne gave me a glare before sighing. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just didn't want people to able to spread lies about you."

Zayne massaged the bridge of his nose and patted my forehead. "I already missed years without you by my side because of my solitude. I do not want to lose you now, Yesha. Other people are the least of my concern at this moment."

I looked up at him with my teary eyes and I gave him a tight hug. "I'm sorry for denying you, Zayne." Zayne chuckled and he cupped my face before wiping the traitorous tears on my face.

"Maybe I'm just jealous but could you please refrain from being handsy with your friend, Xavier? It makes me want to encapsulate him in an ice block. And that's so rude." I laughed before kissing his cheeks. "Yes, Zaynie"

Author's note: This is my first fic that I posted here and I hoped I did well. I also think this is kind of ooc because it's a self insert but I hope it's still good. I just let my hands do whatever my brain wants and here it is. Thank you for reading this and thank you for the invitation, nikaaaaa.

tagging @jinwoosbabyboo.

[sadfragilegirl]

Sorry Xavier girlies but I HAVE TO DO THIS!

[manikas-whims]

Giovanni and Xavier

Evil Giovanni and Glitch Xavier

the lips and sharp gaze, the blue eyes and silver hair.. they're literally doppelgangers 🤭

[teewritessmth]

Love and Deepspace men breaking up with you over text

Warnings : tissue perhaps?

Zayne

Xavier

Rafayel

Sylus

[starrylightseeker]

*giggling like a schoolgirl*

[coffeekittycatt]

❤️‍🔥

[sayangrafayel]

Xavier: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

MC: Aww-

Xavier: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!