#Shen Xinghui Drabble

[anime-in-new-albion]

Cool It ~ Xavier

Summary: The two of you are making brownies together.

Pairing: Xavier X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 827

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Xavier asked from the doorway to the kitchen as you grabbed the necessary utensils for your task ahead.

“The instructions are on the box. All I have to do is follow those. How hard can this be?” You explained as you read through said instructions on said box. 

“For you it must be very difficult.”

You glared at him as he chuckled at you. “Fine, be that way. No brownies for you then.”

At that, he began to pout and you were pretty sure he was using his Evol to make his eyes sparkle like that. “You’re so mean to me. I thought you loved me!”

A chuckle slipped past your lips as you shook your head. “Nope, sorry. I’m in love with Jeremiah now so he’s getting all of the brownies I make.”

Xavier made a noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a shriek. Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he accusingly said, “Now that’s a low blow! How could you do this to me? And with my good friend!”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “Quit your whining and come help me already.”

“Fine.”

Your boyfriend got you the ingredients and the rest of the utensils you needed while you made the brownie batter. You caught him trying to throw flour at you more than once, but you would simply remind him that if he did, he’d be cleaning up by himself. He would make a comment that you weren't being very fun and you would stick your tongue out in response. After pouring the batter into a pan and placing it into the oven, you handed him one of the beaters. 

Xavier tilted his head to the side as he looked at it. “Doesn’t this have egg in it? You know that causes salmonella. Are you trying to poison me?"

"I am not trying to poison you."

"Are you sure? I mean, first you cheat on me with my dear friend and now you’re trying to kill me. It seems to me like you don't love me anymore.”

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “I’ve done this all my life and have never gotten sick. You’ll be fine. So cool it, drama king.”

He huffed before cautiously taking the beater from you. “Well if I get food poisoning from this, you have to take responsibility and take care of me.”

“Fine. Now eat before you spill all over the place.” You teased as you ate the batter on your own beater.

While the two of you ate and waited for the brownies to bake, you both talked and joked around. It was moments like this that you wish would last forever. Considering both of your positions, you both were kept busy more often than not. You honestly were missing spending time with Xavier like this. So having brief moments in time that allowed the both of you to slow down and enjoy being in each other’s company was the best.

Before too long, the timer beeped and the brownies were done. You carefully took them out of the oven before cutting them into twelve squares. Xavier glanced over your shoulder before reaching for one. You smacked his hand out of the way, reminding him they just came out of an oven.

"But they look so good! And they smell so good too!" He whined, his pout tugging at his lips once more.

"No! You're going to burn yourself." You're about to protest more when the doorbell rings. You glance between the front door and your boyfriend before pointing at him. "Don't touch them. I'll be right back."

Opening the door, Jeremiah smiles at you and says hello. "I smell brownies.

You giggle before nodding. “You’re right, I made brownies. Would you like one?"

He nods. "Sure, if you don't mind."

You shake your head. "Not at all. They just came out of the oven, so they're still going to be warm. Let me get the ice cream and whip cream before I serve you."

Jeremiah follows you into the kitchen, where he greets Xavier. You make a plate for each of you with a brownie, a scoop of ice cream, and a dollop of whipped cream on top. Xavier got the forks and passed everything around.

“Hopefully they taste as good as they smell.” Jeremiah commented with a little chuckle.

“Of course they will! I made them!” You proudly announced.

Xavier poked you with his fork. “Hey! WE made them.”

“I made the batter!”

“I gave you the stuff to make the batter.”

“Fine whatever.” You sighed before shoving a bite of brownie in your mouth and instantly regretting it. You tried to quickly swallow before taking a huge sip of milk. Xavier couldn’t stop laughing as you fanned your tongue hoping to cool the second degree burns you got on your tongue.

“They just came out of the oven, dummy. Just cool it.”

[shouyuus]

2AM WITH XAVIER FOR UR ASK GAME PLS <33 (if u don't have too many reqs)

writing/warmup game closed!

xavier; 2:00am --

+18, mdni

"x-xav --"

"mngh -- shh -- the room next door w-will hear --"

you keen, biting your lips as you arch up beneath him; he groans, head tipping into your shoulder even as he presses a soft hand over your mouth.

"y-you were the one -- fuck -- who wanted to l-leave th-the windows -- ah -- open --!" you hiss, your words punctuated by tiny little whines as xavier rocks his hips into yours, his skin pearled with a light sheen of sweat as he presses a conciliatory kiss to your bare shoulder.

"i thought... you'd like the... the breeze --" he manages out, somehow, as he pushes back up to cast you a gentle, apologetic look even as you wrap your legs around his waist to urge him deeper. he puffs out a breath, his bangs falling into his eyes as he picks up his pace.

"fuck -- fuck -- r-right there --!" you moan, fingers scrabbling his shoulders as his brows furrow and you feel him pulse inside you.

"y-you're squeezing t-too -- hah..." xavier groans as you feel him spilling inside you, the thick drag of his cock as he twitches sends you toppling over the edge, spasming around him as you bite into the palm of his hand. he hisses, shooting you a reproachful look even as he pulls back to survey the damage.

"sorry... but you didn't want the neighbors to hear..." you chide, grinning up at him as he turns his palm to show you the rapidly reddening teeth marks.

he pulls away and you shiver, feeling him slip out of you.

"hold still, i'll clean you up," xavier says, leaning down to peck your cheek. you sigh, holding your legs up in an awkward sort of upside-down crab position as xavier retrieves a hotel towel, wets it with warm water, and wipes you down.

"feeling a bit more sleepy now?" he asks, slipping beneath the covers with you.

you nod, nuzzling into his side, feeling the warm buzz of post coital haze settling deep into your bones.

"thanks," you say.

"for what?" xavier asks.

you giggle, "for helping me to get sleep."

xavier laughs too, turning his head to drop another kiss to your cheek, "of course, it's the least any good boyfriend could do."

[mephisto-reporting]

Hidden in Plain Sight: Xavier

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

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

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

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

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

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

You loved these things about him.

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

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

Because you weren’t human.

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

You had no idea how Xavier would react.

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

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

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

You knew this would happen.

It was Ebb Day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Would Xavier see you that way, too?

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

A noise.

Soft. Barely there. But enough.

Footsteps. The faintest creak of your door.

"You're burning up, aren’t you?."

Xavier’s voice.

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

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

Your body went rigid.

No.

No, no, no.

Xavier was here.

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

And then there was warmth.

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

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

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

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

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

But then…

“You’re glowing.”

Your stomach dropped.

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

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

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

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

Shame coiled deep in your chest.

“I couldn’t.”

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

“…Why?”

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

Because you didn’t want to lose him.

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

A moment of silence. Then—

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

Your breath hitched.

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

And there it was.

No fear. No disgust. No cold detachment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll stay.”

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

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

Xavier smiled—small, barely there, but real.

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

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

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

“Rest now, seashell.”

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

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[sadfragilegirl]

Xavier short smut drabble.

This is Xavier's expression looks like when he cums into your mouth and throat after you suck and lick his cock hard and fast while he is restraining him. 🍆💦

MINORS DNI 🔞

[omnisentient]

✦¸.•°”˜✦ 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 ✦˜”°•.¸✦

Healing your weary soul ✦

Pairings: Xavier x mc.

Tags: fluff, slow evenings, comfort

Warnings: None. Enjoy ♡☆

"Hello honey."

"Hello, my love."

Xavier responds cheerfully, seated on the sofa with a book in hand. You kick off your shoes, flopping down next to him, completely worn out.

"Tired?"

"Yeah.." you sigh.

"Come here." He beckons you closer, setting his book down on the table.

You whine as you scoot towards him, letting him pull you onto his lap.

This is nice, you think, sighing softly as you sink into his arms. He caresses your hair softly, his other arm rubbing your back slowly to soothe you. You sink further into his embrace, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"Bad day?" He asks. You mutter something unintelligible into his neck, and he surmises that you'd rather not talk about it. That's fine.

You feel his lips press against your temple, and your heart swells, gripping onto the front of his shirt, clinging to him. You stay like that for what feels like ages, the gentle sunset breeze fluttering in from the balcony, and you think, the bad days might just be worth it.

If it means coming home to his warm embrace.

To be comforted by him.

"Is there anything you want, my love?" He asks, his voice so soft, you think you might cry.

What more could you possibly want, with the world at your fingertips.

"Radio.." you mutter.

"A radio..?"

You can feel him look down at you in his arms, his puzzled face clear as day even with your eyes closed.

"You want.. a radio..?" He echoes, lost.

"Do we have, a radio?"

You chuckle, practically seeing his mind spinning in real time.

"When was the last time i even saw a physical radio.." He ponders out loud.

You chuckle again, enjoying his confusion.

"No honey. I want Xavier fm.."

He looks down at you again, absorbing your words.

"Any particular station?" He asks when he finally gets it, a smile on his face.

"No, I just wanna hear you talk."

He laughs, and you can feel the vibration through his chest, making you smile too.

"Well, fatso visited me again today. He had a little friend with him this time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They were on a lunch date. He showed her how to use the bird feeder and everything."

You smile, imagining the scene in your head.

"A new barbecue restaurant opened up nearby. We should check it out when you're not busy."

"Mmhm." You nod, already looking forward to it.

"The Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die." You laugh, not even trying for a response.

"Pigs naturally can't see the sky. How sad. They've never seen stars before."

"I'd kill anyone that hurts you." Your breath hitches, your heart squeezing in your chest.

"It's been scientifically proven that observing things changes their behaviour."

"In the the double slit experiment, when photons pass through a slit, they behave like a wave, spreading out instead of beaming straight ahead. But when scientists try to confirm this phenomenon with equipment and measurements, they behave like particles again, beaming straight ahead."

"So observation acts as interference. Which has interesting implications on all experiments held across time."

"Would scientists in future consider performing tests where one subject is observed from time to time, while the other is isolated? And how far would they go? Would it become a spectrum, based on the number of times observed? And would results differ based on the person observing.. That would... "

...

You don't know when exactly you fell asleep, but the echo of his voice against your ear and the comfortable rambling gently soothe your wearing soul, sweeping you away to dreamland.

...

Xavier may or may not have carried you in his arms to grab water, snacks and his controller as you slept, refusing to put you down. You woke up many hours later, the sun having since departed, to him playing video games with you still laying in his arms.

He smiled down warmly at you, once you began to stir, making no move to let you go.

"Hungry?"

"I ordered hot oil noodles and orange chicken while you were asleep. Let's eat, love."

And as you fully came to, warm, stomach rumbling and eyes crusty from sleep, you thought, this just might be, your very own slice of heaven.

˜”°•.¸✦¸.•°”˜

[excusemyobsessions]

Rewrite the stars

Prince!Xavier x Acrobat!reader

Word count: 315 words Drabble, Scenario, Gender Neutral

No one asked for this but I was watching Zendaya and Zach Efron and this happened

That you wanted him was not a secret you tried to hide.

But you couldn't have Xavier. 

You were bound to break in your hands like the rope at the corner of the stage that needed to be replaced. You were like that rope; you could and should be replaced.

If you could rewrite the stars and turn over the cards you'd make sure that the Heavens and the Earth knew that Xavier was yours, that you were meant to be, never to part. But you could not. No one could.

And yet as you took the momentum to bring down the hoop to be at eye level with Xavier, you just wanted to be in his arms. Xavier stood there very straight, with his hands behind his back, illuminated by the few stage lights that were still burning bright. The white silk of his clothes almost shone, spotless, pristine.

When he lifted his hand to tenderly run his digits across your cheek, all you could feel was his soft skin against yours. That soft skin was so unlike your own; your palms and fingers calloused from your art, bound by a layer of bandages.

Xavier didn't belong in your world. And you didn't belong in his world either.

"Come fly with me," you told him.

And he didn't hesitate one second. You would never know what you'd done to have this man trust you so blindly.

As he wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you could indeed just fly away.

"Hold on tight," you asked of him.

Xavier tightened his grip around you and your whole being fervently wished he'd never let go.

You tugged on the rope and let the hoop carry you both above the ground, to hang weightless, embrace each other away from the pull of gravity. Away from everything keeping you apart.

How did you rewrite the stars?

[biteshen]

Jealousy Jealousy - Xavier

Sinopse: Xavier é convidado para uma festa junto de alguns colegas de trabalho, ele leva sua namorada, Rine, mesmo sabendo que ela era sinônimo de caos. E era exatamente o que aconteceu quando uma mulher começou a encará-lo durante a festa.

Shen Xinghui (Xavier) x female oc (non!mc)

914 palavras.

Uma drabble meio estranha, não sei como explicar, mas o final é fofo.

CAPÍTULO ÚNICO.

Se havia uma pessoa mais ciumenta do que Rine, Xavier desconhecia. Talvez ele próprio fosse um bom concorrente a esse posto, mas ela sempre conseguia vencê-lo. Ainda assim, não era um ciúme tóxico ou exagerado ⸺ era aquele tipo supostamente natural, que vinha acompanhado de um charme peculiar.

Apesar disso, a jovem de cabelos laranjas estava séria, com os braços cruzados e os olhos castanhos fervilhando de ódio. Xavier, por outro lado, apenas observava o furacão se formando ao seu lado, prestes a atingi-lo em cheio.

⸺ Posso matar ela? ⸺ perguntou Rine, com uma tranquilidade amedrontadora.

Xavier manteve a calma, como sempre.

⸺ Meu bem, eu nem conheço ela. Se me olha ou não, pouco me importa ⸺ tentou tocar o rosto de Rine, mas ela se esquivou.

⸺ Então tenho que me preocupar com as que te conhecem? ⸺ Ela falava sério, muito sério. Xavier, no entanto, soltou uma risadinha. Sua namorada com ciúmes era tão adorável de se ver que, se pudesse, a morderia todinha.

⸺ Você é a única para quem eu tenho olhos, meu bem. Não existe mais ninguém além de você ⸺ disse ele com toda a sinceridade que havia em seu coração.

Rine suspirou, desfazendo um pouco a carranca.

⸺ Vou ao banheiro, me espere aqui. ⸺ Ele beijou a bochecha dela e se afastou. Sabia que deixá-la sozinha era uma péssima ideia, mas realmente estava apurado.

Assim que Xavier saiu, um sorriso endiabrado surgiu no rosto da ruiva. Dizem que não se deve dar asas para uma cobra… mas, naquele momento, Xavier havia lhe dado um belo par de asas.

O Evol de Xavier era luz. Cada pessoa tinha o seu, alguns comuns, outros raros ⸺ mas o de Rine era especial: ela podia mudar de forma, assumindo a aparência de qualquer ser vivo.

Ela se levantou da mesa discretamente e foi até um canto mais escuro e vazio. Ali, tomou a forma de seu namorado. Pegou uma taça de vinho da bandeja de um garçom que passava e, com um semblante sério, dirigiu-se até a mulher que antes o encarava. Sem hesitar, jogou todo o vinho nela, manchando seu vestido caro.

⸺ Por que voc…

⸺ Cala a boca. Barangas como você não merecem um pingo da minha atenção. ⸺ E se afastou, rindo baixinho ao ver a mulher sair furiosa com as amigas.

Uma parte do plano havia dado certo. Faltava a outra.

Xavier saiu do banheiro bocejando. Não fazia nem uma hora que estavam naquela festa e ele já estava com sono. Assim que colocou os pés para fora, a mesma mulher que Rine havia acusado de estar o encarando surgiu bem na sua frente.

⸺ Está solteiro? ⸺ perguntou ela, com um sorrisinho no rosto.

Xavier franziu o cenho e coçou os olhos, como se quisesse confirmar se estava enxergando ⸺ e ouvindo ⸺ direito.

⸺ Não. Eu tenho uma namorada linda, amorosa e extremamente ciumenta ⸺ respondeu, com ênfase na última parte. Faltou apenas dizer que, se ela descobrisse, provavelmente se transformaria num dragão e incendiaria a pobre moça. Mas Xavier quis poupá-la desse pavor.

Ele tentou sair, mas a mulher o empurrou contra a parede.

⸺ Ela não vai saber se formos rápidos ⸺ sussurrou, se aproximando.

Xavier a empurrou com firmeza, talvez mais do que o necessário, fazendo-a cair no chão.

⸺ Eu já falei que tenho uma namorada. Me deixe em paz e não tente me tocar de novo ⸺ disse, irritado, antes de sair em direção à mesa. Estava estupefato. Rine estava certa.

Mas era óbvio que se dissesse isso, ela provavelmente esfregaria na cara dele por semanas.

Ao encontrar sua mesa, sentou-se em frente à ruiva, que cruzava as pernas e mexia no celular com a mesma expressão séria de antes. Xavier estreitou os olhos ⸺ havia um ralado no cotovelo dela. Como sua pele era extremamente clara, qualquer machucado ficava evidente.

⸺ Você demorou. Aconteceu alguma coisa? ⸺ perguntou Rine, sem tirar os olhos do celular.

Xavier se recostou na cadeira, a encarando fixamente.

⸺ Sim. Aquela mulher que você disse que estava me olhando tentou me agarrar.

Rine largou o celular bruscamente na mesa e o encarou, olhos arregalados.

⸺ Como?! E você, o que fez?!

⸺ Empurrei ela ⸺ respondeu, direto.

Xavier havia ligado todos os pontos. Pela reação pacífica de Rine, estava claro como um dia ensolarado que algo de errado não estava certo.

⸺ Você sempre me surpreende… era você, não era?

Rine considerou mentir, mas odiava mentir para ele. Acabaria contando de qualquer jeito no final das contas.

⸺ Só estava verificando sua fidelidade ⸺ cruzou os braços, emburrada.

Xavier riu com a expressão dela. Como poderia ficar bravo?

⸺ Você é impressionante. Vamos pra casa. Preciso cuidar desse seu ferimento.

Rine quase comemorou em voz alta. Era tudo o que ela queria.

⸺ Finalmente. Estou morrendo de sono ⸺ disse ela, animada, guardando o celular na bolsa e se levantando.

Xavier se levantou também, passou o braço pela cintura dela e a puxou para perto, como se dissesse ao mundo que aquela mulher era sua ⸺ e que ele era dela.

⸺ Quem disse que vamos dormir? ⸺ sussurrou próximo ao ouvido dela.

Um arrepio percorreu o corpo da ruiva, e ela o olhou com uma expressão surpresa em seu rosto.

⸺ Seu pervertido! ⸺ exclamou baixinho.

Xavier riu. Por mais que ela tivesse razão, naquela noite tudo que ele queria era dormir confortavelmente nos braços de sua amada, sua única mulher amada.

[qierxing]

Tipsy Spells

A/N: Drabbles based on drinking prompts for a warm up.  Yan! LaDs x Reader TW/CW: Implied confinement/captivity, obsessive behavior, drinking problems(so many drinking problems), unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional manipulation, dub//con, unhealthy relationships, co-dependent behavior, unbalanced power dynamics

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Xavier/Shen Xinghui

Xavier doesn’t have many rules in his apartment.

He lets you eat whatever. Books, TV, games, and even more are open for your entertainment. There’s no limit to what you do, so long as you’re not endangering yourself. It’s almost…normal. As normal as you can get when you’re under a sociopathic captor. 

So when you open up the shopping bags Xavier went out to get, you’re rather disappointed.

“Really? Beer?” Holding up the bottle from the bag, you glare at Xavier balefully. “When you said you were going to get something ‘special’, I hoped you would, you know, get something stronger?”

Xavier gives you his signature innocent look while putting away some ingredients from the other bag. “I thought you liked beer though.”

You did. But living with Xavier has been terribly dull and grating. If it meant some reprieve, you’d rather not be sober.

“Can’t you get some huangjiu at least?” you plead.

Xavier looks at the digital clock above the stove. Nearly one in the morning. “I think the supermarket nearby is closed now.”

You groan. Giving up, you open a drawer and retrieve a bottle opener and crack the beer open. At this point, you’ll take what you can. Anything to not feel like clawing your eyes out from hysteria or boredom, whichever the two strikes your mood first.

Xavier follows you out the kitchen into his living room as you slump into the cushions of the couch, chugging the bottle. You protest as he takes the bottle from your hands.

“Hey!!”

“Don’t drink too fast. You’ll end up feeling sick,” he softly says. You roll your eyes and huff. After a moment, he gives you back the bottle.

“It’s not like there’s much anyway,” you mutter reproachfully. 

And it’s true. The second time you lift the bottle up to your lips, there only remains several spoons of liquid that goes down your throat. By the time it trickles to several drops, you start to feel the whoozy effect of the alcohol in your system. Not strong enough to really do anything, but just enough to make your tight shoulders relax.

You barely register Xavier taking the bottle again and setting it on the coffee table. When he winds a warm arm around you, you don’t protest. You’re too tired to fight. And it would only result in being banned from going outside again.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure.” 

Maybe you could get yourself to fall asleep midway.

Zayne/Li Shen

When he came home late that night, he expected you to be sleeping. This, however, was not entirely surprising. 

You’ve been behaving so well, he’s forgotten about how you were prone to being susceptible to easy and unhealthy escapes. 

You’re on the floor leaning against the slanting open doors, nursing a bottle of vintage port wine. Several other empty bottles litter the floor; sauvignon blancs, rosés, and various other kinds of wine he never bothered to open. He’s never been one to drink, but gifts were gifts, and it felt like a waste to throw them away.

He wants to scold you for breaking into the wine cabinet again, but he supposes it won’t register in your foggy mind right now.

“My love,” he says softly, kneeling down and wrapping a solid arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some water.”

Your glazed eyes slide over and it takes a minute for them to process Zayne in his doctor’s coat. 

“Shaddup…” your face pinches into a sour expression, and his heart freezes at the sight. Your head lolls to the side unsteadily over his supporting arm and you click your tongue. 

“You–you’re sucha, ahh, ah party pooper, ya–y’know?” Your words slur together in a loopy insult. He hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while.

“Let’s get you some water,” Zayne repeats, more firmly this time. He works to release your death grip on the glass bottle, but you fight him every step of the way.

“S-stop, stop that, Li Shen,” you garble in distress. He pauses in surprise at the once affectionate name in your voice. “I don’t wanna feel…if I can’t drink, then I-I, it, ah, it starts to hurt so much...” you giggle, as your cloudy eyes look up at him brimming with wetness. “It hurts so much…I just, just–don’t wanna hurt anymore.”

He swipes a gentle finger under your eyes, catching the tears and flicking them away. Zayne knew everyone had their lapses, but this time in particular made his heart ache.

Of course, you didn’t take to being resigned from your job and brought under his care. Even if he devoted every bit of his body and love, it seemed it wouldn’t be enough to bring back the love you used to hold in your heart.

Zayne decides to leave the bottle and bring your slumped body up into a chair instead. By the time he brings you a glass of water, you’ve already finished the bottle and planted face down onto the kitchen table. 

Puffing out a worried sigh, Zayne rakes his fingers through the messy tangle of his dark hair before setting down the glass and reaching for some painkillers. 

Come tomorrow morning, you’ll awake with a pounding headache and queasy nausea, and he’ll be by your side, even if you’re reluctant to rely on him. But no matter how much you cry and struggle, Zayne couldn’t give you up anymore. Not when he couldn’t go on without you. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” as he presses a kiss to your limp hand. “I can’t let you go.”

Rafayel/Qi Yu

Rafayel is an interesting kind of drunk.

You suppose it’s a combination of the Lemurian blood and his passionate, artistic soul. For anyone else, it would either induce sleepiness or giddiness. For Rafayel? The end result is a highly unstable, ludicrously stupid merman who thinks that nothing else matters but you.

Granted, he already had this mentality while sober, but while imbibed with alcohol, the effect was more pronounced and obvious.

“I looove youuuu, like,” Rafayel hiccups, pausing his proclamation. “-like, thiiiiiiis much~” He opens his arms wide in a flourish as if he was in front of an applauding audience. 

You only hum in acknowledgement as you swipe his glass of baijiu out of his hand. Rafayel whines, but ultimately gives up retrieving his glass back when you finish the rest of the liquor inside. Setting down the crystal glass as gently as you can, you sway unsteadily as you land back on the couch cushions. 

“I love you when you’re drunk,” you admit shamelessly. “At least you’re less annoying that way.”

If Rafayel had been sober, that statement might have ended another few nights being forbidden from stepping outside the studio, more bite marks littering your skin, or forced to beg for your clothes back. But he isn’t sober. Instead, he giggles loudly, as if you just told him the funniest joke in the world.

“You’re sooooo mean,” he gasps. He giggles again. “But it’s okay! You’re still cute as ever~”

You briefly wonder if you could get away with strangling him to death. The thought is dismissed when he starts to cling to you. You forgot that unfortunately, while his senses may be clouded, his innate strength was most certainly not.

Despite your best(while drunk) efforts, Rafayel’s arms remain tight around your waist, his face buried into your stomach. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“Qi Yu.”

No response.

“Qi Yu, get off me.”

For a moment, it was quiet. Then a loud snore echoes and air is blown directly onto your stomach. 

Maybe you can try seeing if you could get him by suffocation.

Sylus/Qin Che

Formal dinners don’t make you nervous.

What did make you nervous is the very man who invited you to his grand dining room.

The head honcho of Onychinus. And N109’s ticking time bomb.

You don’t like the man. Call it paranoia, intimidation, or anxiety, you simply do not like him. He’s a towering sort of brute with appropriately broad shoulders and height that makes heads either turn or bow instinctively. His eyes, you shudder, makes you think of hellfire, brimstone, and all sorts of terrifying things. People have whispered of those who have been buried under his hand. 

You don’t want to be next.

But, business is business, and information is information.

“Does the bourbon suit your taste?” Sylus asks with an amused arch of his eyebrow.

You smile uneasily as you take a sip, bittersweet tones of chocolate burning your throat and all the way down to your stomach. “Surely you’re not bribing me with liquor to figure out what I know?” 

“I take offense at that, sweetie.” You stiffen at the affectionate pet name. The fondness dripping from his tone leaks disgustingly over your skin. “I’m sure you know I have my own ways of getting what I want.”

You hide an annoyed grimace with the glass as you take another sip. “Then, how may I help you, sir? I only broker info and nothing else.”

“By being mine.” 

The response is so ridiculous that you can only stare. It takes too long for you to come back to your senses. Your smile strains your taut cheeks.

“Very funny joke, sir.”

“Oh, but it’s not.”

Your smile fades as you feel two presences behind you. You grip the glass tightly. Before you can even move, Sylus clicks his tongue in a patronizing way.

“Don’t even try it, sweet thing.” He smirks. “I don’t want to use force if you don’t cooperate.”

You loosen your grip.

“Why are you doing this?” you whisper. You’re only one among thousands of other info brokers in N109 zone. And even more so, you’ve been on the outer edges like an outcast compared to other highly sought people. 

Instead of answering, he simply holds out the bourbon bottle with a genuine smile that sends shivers down your neck.

“I simply have a taste for fine things, and you, my dear, are one of them.”

[armysantiny]

love and deepspace masterlist

© all work belongs to armysantiny and is protected under copyright. No translating/reposting or claiming my work as your own.

f = fluff, a = angst, 18+ = smut, req = requested, fem-r = female reader, gen-r = gender-neutral reader, m-r = male reader

oneshots/drabbles

Xavier | Shen Xinghui

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Zayne | Li Shen

A doctor's worry (718 w.c) [AO3]

gen-r, f, no summary

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Rafayel | Qi Yu

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Sylus | Qin Che

Straight from where? (1.9k w.c) [AO3]

fem-r, f, summary: After work, y/n’s gifted a few…interesting romance novels from a colleague at work, under the premise that Skye is just like the male love interests. The white hair, red eyes and slick motorbike? A perfect match, if Sylus actually was like the men in those dark romance books. Except he’s not, and the man in question is just as mortified to learn what y/n’s colleagues think he would do to her.

Yes, no, maybe so? (1.15k w.c) [AO3]

gen-r, a, no summary

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Caleb | Xia Yizhou

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Multiple Ships

timestamps

Xavier | Shen Xinghui

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Zayne | Li Shen

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Rafayel | Qi Yu

00:19 |

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Sylus | Qin Che

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Caleb | Xia Yizhou

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Multiple Ships

headcanons/reactions

Xavier | Shen Xinghui

soft bf headcanon

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Zayne | Li Shen

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Rafayel | Qi Yu

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Sylus | Qin Che

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Caleb | Xia Yizhou

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Multiple Ships

helping you with chronic pain

using black soap

[s4toryuu]

𝙢.𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ︎ ︎☁︎︎

d - drabble | hc - headcanon | ff - long fic

♥︎ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE —

-xavier ; shen xinghui-

♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN —

-𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚-

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 — 1 2

-𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪-

12:37am — d ; gojo satoru refuses to drink his medicine…

it’s okay — d ; two weeks after suguru’s death…

-𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪-

guard dogs — d ; on the way through a dangerous street with suguru and satoru…

[ao3feed--ukr]

Kiss Marry Smash Friendzone?

Читати на АО3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61930204

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Фанхати: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)

Відносини: Reader/Shen Xinghui | Xavier/Li Shen | Zayne/Qi Yu | Rafayel/Qin Che | Sylus, Main Character/Shen Xinghui | Xavier/Li Shen | Zayne/Qi Yu | Rafayel/Qin Che | Sylus, Reader/Shen Xinghui | Xavier, Reader/Li Shen | Zayne, Reader/Qi Yu | Rafayel, Reader/Qin Che | Sylus, Main Character/Shen Xinghui | Xavier, Main Character/Li Shen | Zayne, Main Character/Qi Yu | Rafayel, Main Character/Qin Che | Sylus

Опис:

What will you choose?

Кількість слів: 105, Частини: 1/1

Рейтинг: Mature

Попередження: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Категорії: F/M

Персонажі: Reader, Main Character (Love and Deepspace), Shen Xinghui | Xavier, Li Shen | Zayne, Qi Yu | Rafayel, Qin Che | Sylus, Tara (Love and Deepspace)

Додаткові теги: POV First Person, Main Character & Tara Friendship (Love and Deepspace), Polyamory, Established Relationship, Drabble

Читати на АО3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61930204

[mephisto-reporting]

I Love You: Xavier Edition

Premise:

Trope: Pure fluff

Pairing:Reader x Xavier

Note: Reader and the men are NOT in a relationship. but there is implied mutual attraction. Let me know if you want to be a part of my taglist.

Sylus Edition | Rafayel Edition | Xavier Edition | Zayne Edition | Caleb Edition

The arcade was alive with the buzz of flashing lights, the clinking of tokens, and the distant sounds of laughter. But amid it all, there was one corner that had captured your undivided attention—the claw machine, its glass casing glimmering under the neon lights. Inside, there was a star-shaped plushie that called out to you, its pastel colors so soft and inviting.

You had been staring at it for what felt like hours. It was the only one in the machine. The rest were a jumble of plushies that you’d often seen, all tangled up together, but that star—the delicate blue one—was taunting you, teasing you. You had to get it. You just had to.

Xavier, sitting beside you, was quiet, his usual neutral expression framing his handsome face. He was there, watching you, but in his own way, he was already at ease with the challenge. It was, after all, a game—a challenge that he had no personal stake in, yet still, he seemed to be quietly rooting for you. He’d watched you try and fail, try again, try and fail, without so much as a hint of judgment.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing fine,” Xavier murmured, his voice as steady as always, even as you reached for another token. “It’s just the machine. Sometimes it’s a bit tricky.”

You gave a small, frustrated nod, swiping your token through the machine once more. The claw descended. You watched, holding your breath. It hovered for a split second before dropping, only managing to nudge the star-shaped plushie slightly. It wasn’t enough. You let out a sigh, rubbing your temple as you slumped against the machine. “I almost had it,” you snapped, though the heat in your voice was mostly self-directed. Your cheeks flushed as you avoided his gaze. “It’s so close. I can feel it this time.”

His lips quirked upward in the faintest of smiles. “You’ve been saying that for an hour now.”

The plush mocked you from its cushy prison.

“I could try,” he offered, his tone as measured as ever. Despite his stoic nature, you knew him well enough to recognize the sincerity in his words. But you shook your head stubbornly. This was your mission, and you weren’t ready to hand over the controls.

By the end of the afternoon, with your token supply thoroughly drained, you stood in defeat.

“I can’t do it…” you muttered to yourself, more to the plushie than to anyone else.

Xavier shifted, his gaze softening for a brief moment as he rested his hand on your shoulder. “We’ll come back and try again, alright? Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s just a game.”

You nodded, trying to take in his words, though a deep frustration simmered within you. The thought of leaving the arcade without that star was unbearable. You'd spent an entire afternoon here, clawing away at your pride—and at the machine—only to leave empty-handed. You sighed and nodded again, more out of exhaustion than agreement. “Yeah. Next time,” you mumbled.

He chuckled softly, the sound so rare it made your chest ache. “Next time.”

Over the next few days, "next time" became a mantra you repeated like a prayer. Each visit to the arcade brought you to the claw machine, where that elusive star plush continued to taunt you from behind its glass barrier. You tried different strategies, adjusted the angle, even debated superstitiously switching hands on the joystick, but nothing worked. Frustration coiled tight in your chest, each failed attempt chiseling away at your patience.

You tried and failed again and again, your movements growing more tense with each attempt. Xavier was always there beside you, offering his quiet encouragement, always calm, always kind. His presence was comforting, but it didn’t stop the frustration from boiling over within you.

This was getting ridiculous.

Today, though, was different. You had spent the entire day running around, trying to get everything done—work, errands, catching up with backlogs. Nothing seemed to go right. Everything you attempted today was just one disaster after the other. It was just one of those days where everything seemed to pile on top of you. You were tired. Tired of the relentless failures, tired of trying, tired of feeling like you were never going to win.

As you stood in front of the claw machine once more, your patience was at an all-time low. You stared at the star plushie and, without thinking, gave the machine a hard kick. It rattled with the impact, the claw shaking wildly for a moment, as if to mock you.

“Okay. Enough,” Xavier said, stepping between you and the machine. His hands rested gently on your shoulders, grounding you. His tone was calm, but there was a firmness to it that made you stop. “You’ll break the machine. Or your foot. Neither’s worth it.”

You turned away from the machine, a small tremor of frustration escaping through your clenched fists. “I just need a breath of fresh air,” you said, your voice low. You turned on your heel, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll be right back.”

You made your way outside, seeking refuge from the suffocating air inside. The cool night air hit your face, a momentary relief to the overload of emotions. The muffled din of the arcade buzzed faintly through the door behind you. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air fill your lungs, the tension slowly ebbing away. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. Everything had been overwhelming, and the plushie... Well, it was just a plushie, wasn’t it? You should’ve just let it go. But you couldn’t.

The sound of footsteps behind you drew your attention, and you turned your head slightly. Before you could fully look, something soft brushed your cheek.

“Here,” Xavier said simply.

Your eyes widened as you focused on what he was holding out to you—the star-shaped plushie. The star-shaped plushie.

He’d done it. Somehow, he’d actually gotten it.

“You—you got it!” you gasped, spinning around to face him fully. Your fingers reached out instinctively, grasping the plush and clutching it to your chest as if it might disappear. The soft fabric squished in your hands, a tangible proof of victory.

“It wasn’t that hard. Just took some... patience.”

“Xavier...” You gasped, your heart pounding as you reached out for it, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the star-shaped plushie. You held it in your hands like it was a treasure.

His usual neutral expression was still there, but his eyes—those soft, blue eyes—seemed to hold something else. Something that made your heart skip.

A wave of pure joy surged through you, too overwhelming to contain. Before you could think, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you,” you blurted out, the words tumbling free without permission.

The air seemed to still for a moment. You felt Xavier stiffen slightly in your embrace. Then, his hands came up, steady and warm as they rested on your back.

“You… love me?” he echoed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. There was something uncharacteristically vulnerable in the way he said it, as though he were handling the words with care, afraid they might break.

Realization struck like lightning, and you froze, your face heating to a volcanic degree. You pulled back slightly, eyes wide, mouth already forming excuses, denials, anything to walk it back.

But before you could backtrack, Xavier moved toward you. His fingers gently cupped your face, his touch warm and tender, sending a shiver down your spine. His blue eyes—so steady, so calm—held yours with an intensity you hadn’t expected. For once, his usual neutral expression melted away, replaced by something warmer—something that made your heart race.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

The world seemed to pause in that moment. All the noise from the arcade, the frustrations, the disappointments—all of it fell away. There was only the warmth of his hand on your face, the softness in his eyes, and the quiet truth of his words.

You stood there, heart racing, breathless, unable to look away from him. The star plushie was still clutched tightly in your hand, but it felt insignificant compared to the moment unfolding before you. Xavier... Xavier loved you too.

His gaze softened further, and his voice, still calm, but now filled with something deeper, spoke again. “I never thought you’d say it first.”

You blinked, surprised by the admission. “You’ve been waiting for me?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I suppose I have.”

You couldn't help but smile back, the corners of your eyes crinkling with joy

For a moment, the whole world seemed to fall into place. The plushie, the arcade, the frustrations—it all faded into the background as Xavier’s gentle gaze remained fixed on you. The star in your hand felt like the most precious thing you’d ever held. But, in truth, it was Xavier himself, standing before you, that made everything feel like it was exactly where it was meant to be.

Xavier’s forehead rested gently against yours, his warm breath mingling with your own as the closeness made your pulse thunder in your ears. His arms slid more securely around you, drawing you nearer as though anchoring you both in this shared moment.

“Well,” he murmured, his voice a low hum that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, “I think I’ve had my fill of exercise today. That claw machine... definitely gave me a workout.”

A soft laugh bubbled from your lips, the tension of the day melting away entirely. “Exercise? You barely moved!” you teased, though your words carried no heat.

“Oh, it’s strenuous,” Xavier replied with mock seriousness, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “Careful precision. Endless patience. Mental gymnastics to calculate the claw’s momentum. It’s a wonder I’m still standing.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him playfully.

“But I do know one thing.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer until there was barely an inch between you. “I’m ready to head back. To nap. With my favorite plushie.”

You blinked, looking down at the star plushie still clutched tightly in your hand. “Wait, your favorite plushie?” you teased, a smirk creeping onto your face. “Pretty sure I’ve earned this one after all the torment.”

His blue eyes glimmered with amusement as he leaned back just enough to study your expression. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about the star,” he said, his voice low, the corners of his lips quirking up in that maddeningly subtle way he had. “I meant you.”

Your face heated instantly, your grip on the plushie tightening as if it might save you from the sudden onslaught of butterflies in your stomach. “Xavier…” you managed to say, though it came out as little more than a breathless whisper.

“What?” he asked innocently, though the mischief in his gaze betrayed him. His arms remained snug around you, his embrace firm yet comforting. “You’re warm, you’re soft, and you fit perfectly in my arms. What else would I want for a nap?”

You let out a small sigh of defeat, though a smile played on your lips as you nodded against him. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He rested his chin lightly atop your head, holding you as if the rest of the world could wait. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

You didn’t know who moved first, but the next thing you knew, you were leaning into him again, your forehead resting against his. The star plushie was still clutched tightly in your hand, but it no longer felt like the most important prize you’d won that day.

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

Sylus Edition | Rafayel Edition | Xavier Edition | Zayne Edition | Caleb Edition

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