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Just showing off some photos with Xav hehheheheheh
So... at first it started out as a comic idea for my college work and then when i developed the idea to a story to write a script for college work purpose...
Tell me how did my college work turned into a short xavier fanfic with a script and comic idea .. and its angst . I never have written this type of angst ever or even angst ever.... how the hell is this man single handedly made my college work about him? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
Not complaining though... cuz i made him sit there with me for 4 hours as i finished off my story and script đ„°đ«Ąđ„čđ„č
Its 3 37 am. . Someone send help.đđ«Ą
Btw... a short note... was trying to pull for Xavier 5 star card but instead got Sylus's birthday card... not complaining but ya ... đđ« need to save up for lumiere rerunsssssđđ€Ș
Morning after Long Work Days
CONTENT: a little suggestive ... which it is not as this will get a Part 2. Fluff, sleepy weepy. Mainly FLUFF and Comfort...
The first rays of sun slipped through the closed curtains illuminating the room in a warm yellow orange glow. I have been up since a long time but not able to move or shift and my arms and legs have numbed out by now. Why you may askâŠ
Well, the problem is, there is this 6ft boyfriend of mine practically sleeping on top of me and I donât have a heart to wake him up or move him and just ⊠I have giving up at this point. This has been going on since 4:30 am, but one thing I can say, he looked peaceful enough for me to just âŠâŠ (deep breathe) appreciate him.
The sunlight hit his face just at the right angle to illuminate his features, Xavier lays on my chest, like an ethereal god. The last few days were hard for both of us with the amount of wanderer appearance and night duties we both pulled through, barely resting and just going on and on. And looking at both of us walking around like zombies at the association, Jenna at last called us to her office and told us to get a leave. Both me and Xavier didnât remember how we returned home or if we ate anything or even bathe. I just remember somehow, I got those leather straps and work clothes off and just wear one of Xavierâs hoodies and shorts and falling on bed, and then as I drifted off, I did feel a oh so light kiss on my forehead and being enveloped in a warm embraced and soon I was out like a light.
And now, here I am being crushed by my 6ft boyfriend Xav, who looks much better and I am happy that he got is much deserved rest. This sweetheart of mine couldnât even take a proper nap in past 1 week. Looking at his face, his mouth just slightly open, his chest going up and down sync with my heartbeat, his arms hanging loosey around me, legs dangling off and his face on my neck. It felt good to be trust like this by a person. A person, even if everyone says âXavier is the best hunter out there, Xavier this, Xavier thatâŠâ treating him as something dangerous, or a lethal weapon, but in the end of the day, he is too a person who needs to rest which he doesnât get much due to his active hearing or alertness. Therefore, seeing this idiot of my bf, forgetting the world and sleeping soundly like a baby on top of me, yes, he a person to me first before he is the best hunter in Linkon.
Thoughts like these were running wild in my head as I slowly caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Letting out a heavy sigh and deep in my thoughts, I didnât feel him shift closer to me until I felt a soft and feather like kiss on my neck followed by him nuzzling his nose and sniffing me.
âStop that brain of yours from overthinking, its going to break soon enough.â He said softly.
âSorry, did I wake you up?â I asked him letting my fingers graze his back, along his spine which sent a shiver down his body as he shifted again and at last faced me.
âWhy you up now?â he said nuzzling into my chest like a literal cat and a laughter bubbled out of me.
âOH, my handsome sweet pie, love of my life, cutie of a boyfriend.â I said pampering him with kisses on his hair and forehead... getting cute aggression just by looking at him and how soft and cuddly he looked.
âAhhhhh ahhhâŠ. NoooooooâŠ. Not yetâ he said with a shriek as I attack him and embrace the shit out of him, murmuring words of nothing and everything, and he tried to protest that he didnât like being pampering, but THIS IDIOT LIKED IT. I knew it. He acted as he repelled it but leaned more closer to me as I continued on with my playful assault on him. And he did let me, until I found my arms being pinned on my side.
âSeriously XavâŠâ I looked at him. Those night blue eyes looking right at me. There was a gleam to it, a liveliness to it which was gone this week. I let out a deep sigh, kissing his crown saying âWelcome back my prince charmingâ with a small smile.
He stilled for a moment, before relaxing again, âWhy welcome me back? I was hereâŠâ
âYeah, you were, physically, but mentally you were exhausted as f⊠and yaâ I said caressing his head and scratching his scalp lightly âbut that liveliness and happiness was not there⊠which are back again as you ⊠I hope you did get some good sleep?â
âSOME GOOD SLEEP? No... I had the best sleep of my life today honestly. âHe said with a laugh and at last rolled off me. I grunted slightly shifting to my side and saw him looking at me.
âWhat?â
âIt looks painfulâ he said with a amused face.
I playfully hit his head âIts all your fault but ya ... I donât mind itâ I smiled at him.
He embraced me again kissing my nose and then my lips before I stopped him. âNot now⊠you smell and I donât remember if we brushed out teeth or what not ⊠Sorryâ
âYou denied me KISSES? And even EARLY IN THE MORNING? I have been betrayed.â He said with a exaggerated sigh âBetrayed by my own star⊠what a terrifying thing to wake up to. This is not my reality. Come here ⊠lets sleep again and wake up in our reality where you let me kiss youuuuuâ he said trying to hug me again but I slipped past his arms and sat up.
âNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DONâT GET UPPPPâŠ... Plweaseeeeeeeâ
I let out a laugh, âIdiot⊠get up now. We didnât bathe yesterday and I feel dirty all over.â
He looks at me with his classic smirk⊠âAre you perhaps suggesting something to me sweetheart?â
âMAYBE⊠but my idiot of a boyfriend wonât get up soâŠâ I trailed off and got up from the bed to go to the washroom.
Soon after, I heard a knock on the washroom door and then saw Xavierâs face poke out, âIs the offer still valid yet?â
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Sooooo.. even if i am swamped with college works due to exams and having writers block since forever, I made a line art of xavier yesterday night and
EARLY IN THE DAMMASS MORNING MY INSPIRATION HIT ME LIKE A SNOWSTROM
Hopefully you guys will this đ , wanted to write a fanfic for so long and I at last did...
Might post this on AO3 đ«Łđ”âđ«
But whatever
ENJOYYYY
xavier love and deepspace fluff/slight angst! x female reader. comfort fic. reader is in a deep depression. ong this is js based on me. she feels so empty but keeps going like a robot. xavier helps her feel better. i just wrote this for comfort to myself because i havent been feeling well at all.
Xavier didnât question why today you seemed to crave his touch and attention more than usual. Normally, affection flowed freely between you and your boyfriend, but lately, an unshakable heaviness had settled in your heart, dimming your once vibrant spirit. Despite your unwavering love for Xavier, nurtured and deepened through time, the weight of depression had become an unwelcome companion.
You lounged in the bedroom of your shared apartment, having not left bed since the previous afternoon. Xavier noticed the deterioration, how you stayed awake till morning, slept through the day, and needed reminders to eat. When he checked on you, concern etched in his features, you waved him off with a feeble excuse about needing a break from hunting, urging him to focus on work.
How was he to continue his day knowing the woman he cherished was in pain? He knew better than to pry when you werenât ready to open up, fearing it might worsen your state. Yet today, when he returned home, you greeted him at the doorway in one of his hoodies and shorts, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. âMiss you,â you whispered, seeking solace in Xavierâs embrace. He held you tightly, his voice a comforting balm as he asked, âHow are you today, my love?â Tears welled in your eyes at his tenderness, and as they spilled over, Xavier gently lifted you into his arms and carried you back to bed.
His murmured reassurances were soft as he laid you down, his hand soothingly rubbing your back. âIâm here. I wonât leave,â he promised, his caring gaze a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. Gratefulness swelled within you for a boyfriend as attentive and loving as Xavier.
Quickly shedding his work clothes for comfort, Xavier slid under the covers beside you. His skilled hands encircled your waist as he drew you close, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. You clung to his scent, fingers tightening on his shirt as if afraid he might vanish. Tears continued to streak your cheeks, each one a testament to the ache in Xavierâs heart. He leaned closer, kissing away your tears, silently urging you to speak.
âSorry for pushing you away lately,â you finally began, your voice cracking with emotion. Xavier shook his head gently, his thumb brushing away the remnants of tears. âYou donât need to apologise, angel.â
âI feel so lost, Xavi... I donât understand what Iâm feeling... I love you, that hasnât changed, but I feel drained, empty. I feel like Iâm just going through the motions, like a hollow shell. I push you away because Iâm terrified of dragging you into this void with me. I feel selfish that you take care of me like this, like some sort of burden.â
Xavier listened quietly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. When you finished, he caressed your hips tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âNever feel terrified about âdraggingâ me anywhere. Whatever youâre going through, I want to be there with you. I love you deeply, and Iâll be patient. If you need space, Iâll give it. If you want me close, Iâll stay. If you want to stay in bed, wear my clothes, Iâll support you every step.â
His eyes held yours with unwavering sincerity, offering you his heart and strength. You hiccupped through a smile, feeling a weight lift as Xavierâs words enveloped you in warmth and security. âI love you,â he whispered again, his touch tender against your tear-streaked face.
âI love you too,â you replied softly, leaning into his touch. Xavier kissed you lovingly, pouring his heart into the moment, promising silently to be your anchor in the storm until the darkness lifted.
âIf you feel like a void, let me fill it with everything I have to give,â he murmured against your lips, sealing the vow with a kiss.
Xavier is the type of boyfriend who is willing to spend hours at a bookstore with you. Hand in hand as you two drift into different aslies. You both gravitate toward a book that neither of you two has read but have heard much about. âI think youâll love it,â you say as you hand him a philosophical book. He sneaks a kiss at your kind gesture and holds the book you picked out for him. The constant connection you both share for the love of novels keeps the conversation going. Passing by the spicy romance, you canât help to pull a book out of curiosity. Flipping through pages of the book you land on a erotic part. You read a glimpse of the erotic part feeling the need to finish it. You could feel Xavier behind you reading the page. He lets out a small âmhmâ as he his hand goes to your waist. You canât help but giggle as you quickly close the book. âYou know you should buy that book. Maybe we can try a few things out.â He says as his warm breath goes to your neck. You playfully roll your eyes as you grab his hand to go buy both books.
You were tossing and turning the entire night. Not being able to sleep even with Xavier next to you. You sigh as you sit up, grabbing your phone to check the time. The bright screen making you groan, seeing how late it was. You decide why not just get out of bed to watch some videos. As youâre about to get up Xavier realizes youâre awake. âWhatâs wrong? You canât sleep?â He says softly with his eyes trying not to shut. âYeah and I have work in the morning.â You say pulling the blankets on you again. Xavier notice your frustrations and smiles. He walks over to his small piano he has in his room. Your eyes follow him as you were curious what he was going to do. Xavier gives you a soft smile as he begins to play the piano. The melody is gentle, like a lullaby.
Xavier does know his ways of being cute
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM INFOLD I WILL FIGHT I CANT
ME AND XAVIER HEHE
Zayne is so caring help I love him