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prettyobsessed · 2 months

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Part 1: .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 💫Constellations of Affection💖.˳·˖✶

☁︎/ pairings: Xavier / fem!reader

☾ / genre: romantic, fluff [sfw, safe for minors]

₊˚ / tags: safe for work, safe for minors, contains swear words, slight flirtations mentioned, fluff, romantic, sweet Xavier, angry Xavier, friendship blossoming, best friends to lovers, slow burn, continuation, fight scene, past relationship turmoil, self-improvement, drowning in work, hectic work life, kisses, hugs, super gentle

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Amidst the whirlwind of a bustling life, I find solace in the unwavering presence of Xavier, my steadfast friend and protector. Despite harbouring feelings for him, I guard my heart, scarred by past relationships. As our bond deepens, I grapple with the desire to reveal my true feelings. Will I find the courage to confront my fears and express my love to Xavier?

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As I pull away from the hug, Xavier's arms remain wrapped around me, holding me close with a tenderness that fills my heart with warmth. His gaze meets mine, and in those kind eyes, I see a reflection of the love and care he has always shown me. "Thank you for staying,” I whisper, my voice barely above a soft murmur, but the sincerity behind the words is unmistakable.

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In the bustling city of Linkon, where neon lights danced upon the urban landscape, I found solace amidst the chaos in the form of Xavier, my steadfast best friend and protector. Xavier, a Deepspace hunter dedicated to protecting civilians like myself from Wanderers, became my protector and confidant after our first encounter on a bridge near Linkon City four years ago.

Our friendship blossomed from then onwards, where we would escape the confines of our busy lives to gaze upon the stars, lost in the beauty of the night sky. Our nights are often spent together, stargazing from rooftops, sharing our hopes, dreams, and even secrets. Sometimes, Xavier would even take naps on my lap and give me gentle head pats, sending a flutter through my heart.

Amidst our shared reveries under the celestial canopy, Xavier would playfully bestow upon me various endearing nicknames, but none resonated with me as deeply as being called Princess. Whenever the word slipped from his lips, the sweet and sultry timbre of his voice carried a softness and affection that enveloped me like a comforting embrace—making me feel truly cherished.

His presence brought a sense of calm amidst the storm of my hectic life, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty. I couldn't help but feel captivated by his mysterious aura, finding him irresistibly charming and attractive.

Yet, despite these intimate moments, our relationship never progresses beyond friendship.

Despite the blossoming of affection within me, I find myself paralysed by the fear of opening my heart once more. The scars of past relationships still linger, casting a shadow of doubt over my longing for something more with Xavier. I tread carefully, concealing the depth of my emotions beneath a carefully crafted facade, praying that Xavier won't decipher the hidden turmoil beneath the surface.

Every interaction with Xavier becomes a delicate balancing act, a choreographed dance of veiled glances and cautious words. I hold my breath, fearing that the slightest slip-up will betray the secret longing I harbor within.

Yet, with each passing moment in his presence, the yearning to unburden my heart grows stronger, the desire to lay bare my soul to him almost overwhelming.

But the spectre of past heartaches looms large, haunting my every thought and action. I am burdened by the fear of repeating past mistakes, trapped by the dread of disappointment and heartbreak. And so, I remain ensnared in a silent struggle, grappling with the conflicting desires to both reveal and conceal the depths of my heart.

As a dedicated professional in the fast-paced world of the fashion industry, I often find myself immersed in a multitude of responsibilities. My days are characterised by a constant juggle of tasks, from meeting deadlines to surpassing expectations set by clients and colleagues alike. The pace is relentless, with back-to-back meetings, creative brainstorming sessions, and meticulously planned photoshoots demanding my unwavering focus and dedication.

Despite the chaotic nature of my professional life, Xavier remains a steadfast and unwavering source of support. His presence serves as a calming anchor amidst the turbulent waters of my daily routine. Whether it's offering a sympathetic ear during moments of stress or providing a reassuring smile to lift my spirits, his unwavering support is a beacon of light in the midst of my busiest days.

Xavier often frequented my apartment, and during moments of respite, I eagerly seized the opportunity to unveil my creations to him, transforming our time together into impromptu fashion shows. With each meticulously crafted garment, I sensed a subtle tension electrifying the air between us, prompting me to ponder whether it was merely the allure of the dresses drawing us closer or the unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface.

There was a particular allure about skirts that seemed to captivate Xavier's attention. I recall one instance when I slipped into a mini skirt, his eyes lighting up with unmistakable admiration.

His excitement was palpable, and he couldn't contain his enthusiasm, clapping his hands in delight. Even as I changed into another outfit, he couldn't seem to shake the image from his mind, insisting that I don the mini skirt again for a closer look.

A mischievous spark ignited within me, nudging me to flirt back with him. Succumbing to both his charm and my own playful inclinations, I obliged, slipping back into the mini skirt and performing a slow spin that allowed him to drink in every detail.

As I stood before him, adorned in the mini skirt, I could feel his gaze lingering on me, his breath caught in awe. It was as though in that moment, the fabric of the skirt became a conduit for unspoken desires, weaving a silent narrative of longing and admiration between us. With a coy smile, I couldn't resist teasing him, suggesting that perhaps he was too enamoured with the mini skirt.

The tension between us felt noticeable, and I sought refuge in the familiarity of casual attire, hoping to diffuse the charged atmosphere and regain a sense of normalcy—though deep down, I secretly relished the idea of indulging his request.

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Sometimes, after particularly hectic days at the office, Xavier kindly offers to give me a lift, his bike a welcome respite from the chaos of my workday. Even on days when Xavier himself seems exhausted, he always maintains a vigilant watch on the road, ensuring our safety as we navigate the bustling city streets together.

Sensitive to my needs, Xavier never rides too fast, understanding my tendency to experience motion sickness. This consideration speaks volumes about his thoughtfulness and care, as he ensures our mode of transportation aligns with my comfort, sparing me the discomfort that often accompanies other forms of travel such as cars or taxis. Hence, I usually prefer taking the train—it offers a more stable and soothing journey, allowing me to arrive at our destination feeling relaxed and without any adverse effects.

Despite the occasional setbacks, our bond only grew stronger, anchored by shared moments of laughter and quiet contemplation beneath the twinkling city lights.

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It was on one such evening, as we lay side by side on the rooftop of my apartment building, that Xavier posed a question that caught me off guard. He lay beside me, his thoughts growing louder with each passing moment.

"Can I ask you a question? What do you think of me?" His words hung in the air, laden with unspoken meaning, and I felt my heart race with uncertainty. His eyes danced in the moonlight, a shimmering reflection of his soul, seeking answers within the depths of mine. Caught off guard by his sudden inquiry, I searched for the right words to convey the depth of my feelings for him. But as I stumbled over my response, I found myself unable to articulate the truth that lay buried within my heart.

"Honestly?" I began, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “I think you're… amazing.” A nervous laugh escaped my lips as I struggled to find the right words. "Your selflessness, your love for animals, and your unwavering presence shines through in every action... whether it's kindness or lending a helping hand to a friend in need. You're a rare gem in a world full of ordinary stones, and I cherish every moment we spend together.

Everything about you is so ho-“ I stuttered, the word "hot" lingering on the tip of my tongue, before quickly correcting myself. "Cool. Everything about you is cool. It's one of the many reasons why I admire you so deeply and… I’m really proud to call you my best friend.”

As I awaited Xavier's response, a wave of apprehension washed over me, my mind swirling with doubts and insecurities. But before I could question his reaction, he deftly changed the subject. "Haha," he chuckled softly, his words masking the disappointment that flickered in his eyes. "Best friend... I see," he echoed, his tone carrying a hint of resignation. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of his words.

What was that. What is going on? Was I simply reading too much into it—into his reaction? Before I could seek clarification, Xavier changed the subject, his bright facade masking turmoil within.

"Let's go! It's getting late. I’m getting sleepy already," he remarked with a fake yawn, his voice cheerful despite the underlying tension between us. I nodded, the faint rumble of approaching trains echoing through the station, heightening the urgency in his words. As we boarded the train together, the worn fabric seats welcomed us with a familiar embrace, their faded texture a testament to years of commuter traffic.

Xavier settled beside me, his presence comforting yet unnerving in the dimly lit carriage. I stole a glance at his reflection in the window, the soft hum of the train's engine creating a cocoon of sound around us. He rested his head on my shoulder, his breaths steady and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me.

What did he mean by ‘Best friend…I see’? The question echoed in my mind, refusing to be silenced as I grappled with the uncertainty of our relationship. Did he also see me as more than just a friend? Or was I simply projecting my own desires onto a friendship that was never meant to be anything more?

The weight of my thoughts pressed heavily upon me as I journeyed home, the rhythmic sound of the train's wheels against the tracks serving as a backdrop to my inner turmoil. I wanted so desperately to reach out to Xavier, to confess the depth of my feelings for him, but the fear of rejection held me back, chaining me to the confines of my own insecurities.

And so, as the train rumbled onward into the night, I was left alone with my thoughts, grappling with the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring. For better or for worse, Xavier had become an indelible part of my life, his presence shaping my world in ways I had never imagined possible.

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That night, as I lay on my bed, memories of my past relationship flooded my mind like an unwelcome torrent. Two years spent together, believing we were destined to be each other's forever, shattered in an instant when my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my own best friend. Every whispered secret, every shared laugh, now tainted with the sting of betrayal—an irreparable fracture.

The bitter taste of betrayal tainted my perception of love, leaving me disillusioned and wary of entering another relationship.

My days became a relentless cycle of pushing myself to the limit, both physically and mentally. Yet, despite my outward transformation, the pain of betrayal lingered like a stubborn shadow, threatening to consume me at every turn. That day, I found myself unable to hold back the tears as they streamed down my face upon discovering the truth, each drop a poignant reflection of the depth of my heartache.

To escape the tormenting memories, I buried myself in work, immersing myself in tasks and projects with unwavering determination. I also poured my energy into crafting my own set of outfits as a hobby. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the ache of heartbreak remained a constant companion—a haunting reminder of the love lost and the trust shattered.

Yet, just when hope seemed all but lost, a flicker of light appeared on the horizon. That is, a year after the devastation of my past, I met Xavier. His presence breathed new life into my world, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of my despair. Little did I know, he would become the beacon of love and healing that I had long believed to be lost.

As I pondered back to Xavier's words, my eyelids grew heavy with fatigue. Soon, I surrendered to the embrace of sleep, diving into its depths.

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Ever since then, life became a whirlpool—sucking me into its chaotic currents. It's my typical coping mechanism to bury myself in work, a futile attempt to escape thoughts of Xavier. Days blurred into nights filled with endless work and overtime, a relentless cycle that offered temporary distraction. Then, amidst the hustle, a familiar ping broke through the monotony—a text from Xavier. ‘Princess. U busy? I’m craving for soba noodles suddenly. Wanna eat 2gt?' his messages popped up one by one. Again, his simple words stirred a flutter of emotions within me, and I couldn't help but blush.

Xavier's persistent attempts to meet up tugged at my heartstrings, but I resisted, afraid to deepen my feelings for him and disrupt the delicate balance of our relationship. ‘Kinda tired tonight. Another day okie? Sorry🤍’, I replied, my fingers tapping out the message with a weariness that mirrored my exhaustion. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I left the office well past midnight.

The city streets, usually bustling with life, now felt eerily deserted as I made my way to the train station. Boarding the train homeward, fatigue threatened to pull me into slumber. The train's bell-like chime jolted me awake as it announced my stop, piercing through the haze of fatigue that clouded my mind.

I alighted at my stop, the deserted train station casting eerie shadows in the late-night silence. Each step echoed off the empty walls, my weariness dragging me down like an anchor as I trudged wearily up the stairs. Thoughts raced through my mind, a tumultuous whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling in the darkness of the night.

As I ascended to the top of the stairs, exhaustion bore down on my shoulders, threatening to engulf me. Abruptly, a figure emerged from the shadows, jolting me out of my reverie. Before I could react, we collided.

Nearly stumbling backward, my heart raced in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the situation. With a shaky hand, I reached out to steady myself against the railing. "Watch where you're going, dumbass.” The harshness of this rugged-looking stranger voice pierced the stillness, stirring a knot of anxiety in my stomach. It was a jarring encounter, snapping me out of my tired stupor and reminding me of the harsh realities of the world outside my bubble of work and avoidance.

“I’m so sor-“, my voice trailed off. As I strained to identify the source of the voice, a sense of dread crept over me. The intonation, the cadence—it all felt uncomfortably familiar. Oh no. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I peered closer, and there he was: Leon, his presence like a ghost from my past, haunting me in the dead of night.

For a moment, I was frozen in shock, unable to comprehend how our paths had crossed again after all these years. But then, as his words registered in my mind, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, pushing aside the fear that threatened to consume me. “Wait… (your name), is that you?” Leon's voice cut through the tension, his tone filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. "Leon," I replied, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Trying to ease the tension, I added, “I almost didn’t recognise you.”

But before he could answer, his demeanour shifted, his eyes softening with an emotion I couldn't quite place. “(Your name)…” he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry." His unexpected apology caught me off guard, momentarily halting my rising fury. But as I struggled to process his sudden change in attitude, he reached out to grab both my arms, his presence, like a repulsive chill, sent waves of disgust through me.

“It’s been years and I still miss you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't we just talk?"

I recoiled at his touch, feeling repulsed by the memories of our tumultuous past flooding back. "No," I said firmly, my voice edged with apprehension. "We can't." But as I attempted to pull away, his grip tightened like a vice, his fingers digging into my skin with a disturbing intensity. "Please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation and a hint of madness. "I really miss you."

In that moment, panic flooded through me, memories of past betrayal threatening to overwhelm once again as I attempted to break free from his touch. Leon's expression turned aggressive, his grip tightening on my arms as I struggled to break free. I attempted to flee from his grasp, but he wouldn’t relent.

Leon's voice erupted into a furious crescendo, each word dripping with venomous anger. "Bitch! You think you're hot shit now? Who are you fucking now, huh?” His aggressive tone sent shockwaves of fear coursing through me, urging me to escape his tightening grip. Desperation clawed at my mind as I screamed for help, the haunting memories of our tumultuous past intensifying the terror of the present moment.

Summoning a surge of determination, I gathered every ounce of resolve within me, channeling it into a fierce effort to break free from Leon's suffocating grip. With a desperate lunge, I wrenched myself from his grasp, feeling the weight of his hold relinquish as I staggered downward, my heart pounding with the urgency of escape.

The reverberation of my voice in the desolate station amplified the intensity of my fear. I struggled against Leon's vice-like grip, panic coursing through me as I frantically scanned the empty surroundings for any sign of assistance. Yet, the late hour rendered the station eerily deserted, devoid of any potential saviours. In the grip of terror, my thoughts instinctively turned to Xavier, the one person I yearned to have by my side in that moment. The memory of his unwavering strength and protective presence ignited a flicker of courage within me. Drawing upon every ounce of resolve, I broke free from Leon's grasp, staggering backward in a desperate bid for escape.

“Get away from me!" I cried out, my voice trembling with a potent mix of fear and fury. As I darted up the stairs to get to the street and find help, my heart pounding in my ears, Leon's menacing presence loomed behind me. With a sudden, forceful movement, he seized hold of my hair, his grip unyielding and merciless—anchoring me to the ground with a jolt of pain and terror.

I found myself sprawled on the unforgiving ground, my arms instinctively forming a feeble barrier against Leon's relentless assault. With every ounce of determination I could muster, I unleashed a powerful kick aimed squarely at his groin. The impact sent shockwaves of pain through his body, doubling him over in agony, his knees crashing to the ground as a guttural cry escaped his lips.

Despite the adrenaline-fueled panic coursing through my veins and the tremors that racked my body, I persisted in my struggle against him, each futile attempt to break free intensifying the sense of desperation and urgency in the air.

Leon's face contorted into a menacing snarl as he regained his composure. He lunged towards me once more, but before he could reach me, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Xavier. With his imposing presence and determined stance, Xavier swiftly intercepted, closing the distance between us and Leon with remarkable speed. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful punch to my attacker—his silhouette blurring with the force of his strike.

His usually gentle gaze now burned with an intense darkness as he confronted Leon, ready to protect me at all costs.

“Fucking coward,” Xavier spat, his eyes blazing with anger as he delivered another forceful blow to Leon's face. “Don’t you fucking dare lay a finger on her again.” With each punch, Xavier's resolve only seemed to strengthen, his determination to defend me evident in the unwavering force behind his blows.

Xavier subdued Leon with practiced ease, pinning him to the ground. The weight of his authority was palpable in the air.

As Xavier continued to rain down blows upon Leon, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed in the dimly lit space. It punctuated the tension with each impactful strike. It was a visceral dance of justice against brutality, a raw display of Xavier's resolve to protect me. The sight of Leon, bloodied and bruised, bore witness to Xavier's unwavering commitment to my safety.

Never before had I seen Xavier so consumed by rage. It was as though he had transformed into an entirely different person, his usual calm demeanour replaced by a ferocity that I had never witnessed before.

Leon, now all bloodied up, stared up at Xavier in shock and disbelief. His bravado shattered by the force of Xavier's righteous fury.

“If you’re anywhere near her or touch her again, I’m gonna make sure you won’t see the daylight,” Xavier warned, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction, leaving no room for doubt or negotiation.

With fear etched on his face, Leon scrambled to his feet and bolted in the opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him.

With Leon's retreat, the tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the faint sounds of the night. Xavier's gaze lingered on the spot where Leon had stood, his expression a mix of resolve and concern.

Turning towards me, his face a portrait of pure concern, I could still see the remnants of his earlier anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Are you hurt?" Xavier's voice softened with genuine concern as he focused his attention on me, his hand reaching out to gently cradle my cheek. His touch was warm against my skin, a soothing balm to the chaos that had unfolded moments before. I shook my head, my breaths ragged as I leaned against the solid cement pillar for support. As I attempted to rise, Xavier's reassuring presence steadied me, his strong arms providing stability. Gratitude flooded through me, knowing that once again, Xavier had rushed to my aid, much like that pivotal night at the bridge.

"Thank you… Xav," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion as I met his gaze. "How did you know where I was?" I asked, my heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. Xavier's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and concern. "I was worried about you," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, a comforting hand supporting my back. “I just had a feeling something wasn't right, so I wanted to check on you. I'm relieved I found you when I did."

Despite the lingering rush of adrenaline, I found solace in Xavier's protective presence and his timely intervention.

Xavier's eyes scanned my face, his brow furrowed with genuine worry as he assessed my injuries. "We need to make sure you're alright," he insisted softly, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Taking my hand in his, he effortlessly hoisted me onto his back, his actions speaking volumes about his commitment to my well-being. As we hurried through the quiet night together, Xavier bearing my weight, a sense of security enveloped me in his embrace. Despite the lingering fear and uncertainty, I found solace in relying on him for support, grateful for his unwavering strength and care.

"I can walk just fine, you know... You don’t have to carry me," I admitted sheepishly, a blush tinting my cheeks as I acknowledged my dependency, my face nestled between his shoulder and neck. Xavier's gaze shifted slightly as he turned his head, locking eyes with me in a reassuring manner. "I want to make sure you receive proper care. We're heading to the hospital to have your injuries checked," he explained calmly, his voice filled with determination to ensure my well-being.

“You’re so dramatic, it’s just a scratch!” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Xavier sighed and replied, "Ok fine, but let’s at least go to the nearby clinic?" I nodded in agreement, grateful for his compromise and his insistence on ensuring my well-being.

With each step, his purposeful stride conveyed his unwavering resolve to take care of me, easing my apprehension about seeking medical attention. The cool night air enveloped us as we moved forward, Xavier's presence providing a comforting shield against the uncertainty that lingered in the darkness.

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After receiving care and ointments from the clinic, Xavier accompanies me all the way back to my apartment, ensuring my safety with his tender manner and attentive care. With each step, his strength supports me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling storm of emotions within me. As he guides me through the door, his touch is reassuring, grounding me in the reality of his protective embrace.

Once inside, Xavier assists me in removing my shoes and leads me to my bedroom with a confident, fluid grace. As he settles me onto the bed, his expression shifts between concern and determination, evident in the focused way he prepares to apply the ointment to my scratch.

"Wait," I interject, sitting up. "I'd like to shower first. I don't feel comfortable resting on my bed in my outside clothes."

Xavier nods understandingly, his eyes reflecting his unwavering support. "Of course. Would you like me to leave then?" he asks, gesturing towards the door with a gentle motion.

I pause, considering how to express my desire for his company. However, honesty prevails in my mind. “No, please stay," I reply, grateful for his presence. "Could you help me blow dry my hair after?" Xavier's surprise is evident, but a soft smile graces his lips as he realises I trust him enough to ask for his assistance. "Of course," he says, his voice warm with reassurance.

Stepping into the shower, the warm water envelops me in a comforting embrace. Thoughts of Xavier flood my mind, his timely arrival a beacon of hope in my darkest moment. Gratitude swells within me for his unwavering support, though questions about how he found me linger in the recesses of my mind.

Once refreshed and renewed, I search for Xavier and find him peacefully asleep on my couch. Bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, his expression is serene, imbuing the room with a sense of calm. Drawing closer, I marvel at the tranquility that surrounds him, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm in the stillness of the night.

Studying his features, I notice the gentle fall of his hair and the subtle curve of his lips softened in slumber. A small leaf rests atop his head, a whimsical detail that brings a smile to my lips. As I reach out to remove it, a droplet of water from my hair lands on his chest, causing him to stir and awaken.

Xavier blinks sleepily, his gaze softening with warmth as he focuses on me. “I-I’m sorry!” I stammer, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. There was a leaf on your head, and I simply wanted to remove it. Look!” I explain, holding up the leaf as evidence. He chuckles softly, the sound carrying a warmth that melts away any lingering tension.

"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress, softened by the lingering tendrils of sleep, yet resonating with a sincerity that soothes my unease. As he unfurls from his slumber-induced cocoon, the fabric of his shirt tautens, tracing the contours of his toned abdomen with a subtle grace. A delicate flush of warmth blossoms across my cheeks, suffusing them with a soft, ethereal glow, like the first blush of dawn.

With a quiet determination, Xavier rises to his feet, a stalwart figure against the backdrop of uncertainty. The ointment, a healing elixir, already nestled in his hand, ready to tend to the tender wounds etched upon my skin. His touch is gentle yet purposeful, each movement deliberate as he tends to my grazed cheek and elbows, a silent vow of protection and care woven into his actions.

“Now, where can I find your hair dryer?” Xavier asks, his eagerness evident in the sparkle of his eyes and the gentle curve of his lips. The dim light of the room casts soft shadows across his features, adding to his allure as he waits patiently for my response.

Guiding him to the location of my hair dryer, I make my way to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments. The aroma of chocolate muffins wafts through the air as they warm up in the oven, filling the kitchen with a tantalising scent. Meanwhile, I carefully brew a fragrant cup of green tea, the steam rising gently from the cup as it steepens.

Returning to my room with the refreshments in hand, I find Xavier already waiting. With a warm smile, I place the food and drink on my side table, gesturing for him to sit on my dressing stool while I settle onto the bed beside him. As he inspects the wetness of my hair, I can't help but notice the soft glow of the streetlights seeping through the window, casting a tranquil ambiance over the room.

Handing him the hair dryer, I set it to medium heat and watch as Xavier meticulously blow-dries my hair with the brush I provided. Each movement is executed with care and tenderness, his focused attention ensuring my comfort throughout the process. Xavier playfully teases me about the small leaf in his hair, insisting I placed it there, to which I respond with mock offense, playfully stuffing a chocolate muffin into his mouth. Laughter fills the room, muffled by the treat, as we enjoy this lighthearted moment together.

“All done,” Xavier announces with a smile as he switches off the hair dryer.

Throughout the interaction, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and affection for Xavier, grateful for his unwavering support and the comfort of his presence. The glimmer of streetlights seeps through the window, casting a soft glow on Xavier's features, particularly his blue eyes. In that moment, a tranquil stillness envelops my apartment.

As the sound of the hair dryer fades, I rise from my stool and move towards Xavier, who remains seated on my bed. I wrap my arms around him in a heartfelt embrace, my gratitude overflowing for his timely rescue. Overwhelmed by my emotions, I surrender to the warmth of the moment with Xavier. With a gentle kiss planted on his cheek, I convey the depth of my appreciation, cherishing this intimate connection between us.

Xavier's warm smile softens his features, his eyes brimming with tenderness as he gently reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "Princess, from this moment forward, I vow to protect you wherever life may lead," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody that brings peace to my soul. Nestled in our peaceful embrace, cocooned in warmth and affection, I realise the depth of the bond between us. This connection is precious, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty.

With a contented sigh, I nuzzle closer to Xavier, guiding his head to rest on my chest, where he finds solace in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. His arms around me are a sanctuary, offering solace and comfort in a world of chaos. And in that moment, I know with unwavering certainty that I am exactly where I belong.

Moved by the depth of my emotions, I lift Xavier’s head to meet my gaze, cupping his chin with my hand, and without a word, I press my lips softly against his, sealing our love with a tender kiss. It's a simple gesture, yet it speaks volumes, expressing all the love and gratitude that fills my heart. As our kiss deepens, I feel a sense of completeness wash over me, as if I've finally found my home in Xavier's embrace.

Reluctantly parting, breathless and exhilarated, a sparkle in Xavier's eyes reflects the emotions swirling within my own heart. In the lingering sweetness of our embrace, I know that our love will endure, steadfast and true, through every twist and turn that life may bring.

—by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖°

Editor’s note: So sorry! Work has been so hectic, but I hope this piece that I wrote will make your heart flutter♡

It’s for my Xavier gurlies; those who love his gentle side. Will Part 2 show more of a darker side to him? Stay tuned! For a bad boy Xavier ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧

On a side, side note: I realise I enjoy writing slow burn scenarios. Do you guys prefer a fast-paced one instead? Feel free to let me know!

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hellcatinnc · 2 months

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Love & Deepspace Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, romantic, romantic ideas, valentine's with the guys, valentine's day, vday, love and deepspace, pampering, cuddles, lights, bubble baths, rose petals, flowers, wine, champagne, gifts, plushies, stuffys, breakfast in bed

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Zayne

he will have you a arrangement delivered to you while he is still at work - they will be sweet but traditional Lilies & Roses

Bottle of the expensive wine the ones that are $500 a bottle but only the best for his girl

Takes you out to a 5 star restaurant to spoil you

he will get off work early enough to come to your house start cooking cute heart pancakes and coffee in your cutest cup set he got you for the occasion

Pour a bath for your with rose petals lining the walk way

he isn't one who cares much about buying stuff at valentine's based on he has no interest but since he has been with you and realizes it matters then you will have a cute stuffed teddy bear in a balloon with candies in stuff in one buy

Rose Petals on the bed to make love to you on at the end of the night

Has a beautiful dress delivered to you ahead of time so he can pick you up from leaving his work get you by the salon to get your hair then show back up with his sports car to take you out - yes he is showing you off

Dances with you to a romantic song at the restaurant

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Rafayel

bubble bath he will go pick up your favorite scented one just for this occasion - move over though he is climbing in with you

will put out scented candles a few places in the house for scent only

strawberries and champagne

he will do your hair for you or at least play in it

he throws rose petals all over the house and bed - he doesn't plan to clean these up tomorrow :P

plays song in bath together to get you in the mood

he will decorate your bedroom in red roses surrounding the room

chocolate heart with a cute dolphin plushie

romantic card that plays music

Roses with Ferrero Roche flowers and chocolate

he will want to feed you chocolates but he will want the same in return

he didn't care if you wore anything else but the lingerie he got you he wasn't sharing you with the world today you were stuck in your place with him all alone

breakfast in bed and you both will hand feed each other so has to be finger food breakfast of choice - he just wanted to try something different

he painted you something that would always remind you of him no its not a self portrait its actually one of the ocean and a merman holding his woman

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he will do the housework for you complain a bit about it but he will still do it

candles all around the bedroom for a romantic look

rose petals leading upstairs to the bedroom

Pours the bubble bath with votive candles and then helps you get undressed and step into this comfort

love songs playing low on the stereo

breakfast in bed but don't let him fool you he tried to cook the stuff first and when he burnt some of it he just went to the local coffee and bagel place got you and him some breakfast and coffee for you some juice for him then he will put it on a tray and carry it to you including a card and flowers

he will get you a stuffed animal but it will be big, the size will be big enough you can hold it and lay on it when he is gone and it will smell like him so you don't miss him as much

Matching bunny pj's to be wrapped up in matching for couples to cuddle together in

Dinner on the beach under beautiful heart lights

He has a movie under the stars planned for your night of cuddles

he will do your hair for you so you look even cuter in your bunny costume and braids

drinks in front of the cozy fireplace

1 Single rose to let you know you're the one

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inquisitorsenchanters · 3 months

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Not DAI related but I’ve been playing Love and Deep Space because I’m a huge nerd for scifi fantasy games (clearly lol) and so I drew one of my favourite scenes of Xavier so far!

#love and deepspace #love and deep space game #xavier #xavier lightseeker #xavier love and deepspace #fanart #love and deepspace fanart #xavier lightseeker fanart #Xavier fanart #I’ll write at some point #no thoughts head empty unfortunately #what I have written is super cute tho #lots of sollavellan angst and tension #but also romantic #love you guys-

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starmocha · 3 months

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idk that sounds romantic to me

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #what romantic things do you want to do xavier??#👀

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sillysylle · 1 month

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#xavier #love and deepspace #y'all im so happy this is free cos im still crying I didn't get the Romantic Afternoon cos the one I got was Raf's I was devastated fr #but i didn't wanna spend money on gacha games anymore #Youtube

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Love and Deepspace Men + Where They Touch You When They Kiss You

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationship, kissing, teasing, physical affection

A/N: This game looks way too good, it has no right to look so good.

Zayne puts his hands on your hips so he can have more of an advantage when kissing you. He suspects you'd turn the tables on him the moment he let his guard down around you so he's simply not gonna give you the chance. You already tried to wrestle your way on top of him, he knows what game you're playing when you ask for a kiss so innocently.

Rafayel cups your face because it's the most romantic gesture he can think of while his brain is occupied with the fact that your lips are against his. He can coax you to open your mouth just by gently pressing his thumbs against your chin, deepening your kiss almost instantly. Also he can wipe the smudged lipstick off without having to stop touching you which is a huge bonus in his opinion.

Xavier keeps his hands on the small of your back, teasing you with more then a kiss but never committing to it. Can hear you whimpering into his mouth and pressing yourself closer to him in an effort to get him to do something else but he never budges. He only wanted a kiss, if you want more you're gonna have to wait for him to get back.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace headcanons #love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace fluff #zayne headcanons #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne fluff #rafayel fluff #xavier fluff #love and deepspace #rafayel #xavier #zayne

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aeyumicore · 2 months

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Love and Deepspace Boys Azure's Echo Day (Valentine's Day) Headcanons

♡ pairing: zayne x reader, xavier x reader, rafayel x reader

♡ genre: pure fluff!

♡ word count: 800ish

♡ content warning: none, just pure tooth rotting fluff!

♡ a/n: just some headcanons on how each of the boys act on v-day/azure's echo day! do they ask you to be their valentine? how do they ask? and what kind of bouquet do they get you. credit to my friend @/myusuchaa on twit for designing the cute ass flower cards below and coming up with the content as well. she is the most unhinged raf lover, go follow her!

ALSO the xavier smut is still dropping later tonight. but wanted to self indulge a bit and share with yall <3 HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY LOVES.

🌨️ Zayne

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Yes, he will ask you one week before the day, on the dot. Zayne might be blunt and sometimes abrasive, but he’s generous in affection for those he cares about, especially you, and incredibly perceptive. How do you think he climbed the medical ladder so fast? Also he won’t admit this, but he’s definitely taken mental notes on all the cheesy romance movies you’ve forced him to watch, so he’s learned a lot.

How does he ask?

Zayne is a simple romantic. But while his plan is simple, he pours over every little detail, no matter how minute. He’s had an appointment with his favorite florist for a month, and spends an hour hand picking each flower in the bouquet he’s planned for you. He will do his best to take the night off, though it isn’t unlikely he gets called in for emergency surgeries, to cook you dinner by candlelight even designing a whole ass menu for just the two of you. And only after you’ve finished dessert does he ask you if you’d do him the honor of being his Valentine.

What bouquet does he get you?

A custom bouquet of a few select blue tweedia flowers and cape jasmines. Simple and elegant, like him. It’s reminiscent of iridescent snowflakes amongst a flurry of pure white snow. He sprinkles a few of his own never melting snowflakes on top, but not touching the flowers as cape jasmines cannot tolerate cold or icy temperatures, and it’s truly picturesque. He’s created his very own beautiful snowstorm for you, capturing his essence like a snow globe.

💫 Xavier

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

He doesn’t at first, not until Tara or Jeremiah ask him if he has, three days before Valentine’s Day. And once he realizes he’s supposed to, he's a panicked mess. But he will scrap his entire day of hunting and miscellaneous errands to formulate and execute a plan. He knows you deserve the absolute best and he’s kicking himself for potentially blowing this. Best believe he will never forget to ask you ever again.

How does he ask?

He goes missing all day on the 13th to find your favorite flowers and pastries from a bakery you two discovered on a past mission. It’s a whole day affair because he literally goes several towns over to get your pastries, and they always sell out within hours so he needs to go there the morning of. And then he arrives at your apartment door in a tailored white suit, his only one. With the most bashful grin and peachy pink face, he will ask you, his little star, to be his very first and last Valentine.

What bouquet does he get you?

You once told Xavier he reminded you of a Forget-me-not, and he remembers it to this very day. After all, the forget-me-not is known as a “star flower,” and you consider Xavier to be your very own shooting star, and he considers you his. So Xavier finds you a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots with a sprinkle of feverfew chamomile flowers amidst the sea of blue. It’s reminiscent of the glowing stars littered across the milky way, a view which you’d enjoyed with Xavier countless times.

🎨 Rafayel

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Yes. He asks a million times, starting on February 1st. And if you say no, a single time, expect chaos. Whining and screaming. Feet kicking. All the dramatics. Mumbling about how you don’t love him anymore. Even if you take it back and say yes he will still be a little baby about it. While he asks you many different times, his most “serious” ask would be the weekend before Valentine’s day.

How does he ask?

Even though you’ve said yes countless times, he plans the most extravagant date, which isn’t out of the blue since he’s often spoiling you with his wealth and affection. After a day on a little yacht on the sea, admiring the glimmering sun against the ocean current, he will literally get down on one knee to ask you to be his Valentine. We all know Rafayel is all for theatrics, but more than that he loves to tease you and render you speechless, so he does this especially to mess with you. He'll be on one knee: "Will you make me the happiest man alive......................and be my Valentine?" Truly insufferable, but we love him.

What bouquet does he get you?

Rafayel loves flame lilies; there’s always vases of them in his home. They’ve made several appearances in his paintings, and on more than one occasion has he randomly gifted you a bouquet of them. And with how much time you spend with him, and how much they remind you of him, they’ve become dear to your own heart. Eternal memories and final goodbyes, it’s the perfect symbol of everlasting, neverending, and tragic love. He pairs these with some baby’s breath to create a picture of innocence, purity, and new beginnings against the backdrop of fiery red passion. The bouquet encapsulates Rafayel himself.

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⋆꙳✧༄ NSFW Alphabet

❖ Character: Xavier (love and deepspace)

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1511 without the prompts

❖ WARNINGS: switch!Xav, mentions of bondage, somnophilia, cum eating, creampies, oral (both receiving), consensual filming, masturbation, sex toys, slight exhibitionism

❖ A/n: requested by my lovely @suyacho for my alphabet milestone event!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ Xav is very sleepy after sex and prefers to just cuddle and being held by you in general brings him great comfort

ꕤ Don't let him snooze off tho because you won't be getting up anytime soon so coax him into cleaning up before you cuddle up for the sleepy time

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ He really likes his Hands but doesn't know why. He likes the many things he can do or hold with them - you for example

ꕤ On you he really likes your chest and thighs! It's comforting to rest his head on them like a pillow or to bury his face between them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ Xavier cums so much. It's rather liquidy and more on the translucent side and doesn't taste too bad

ꕤ He prefers to release inside of you, doesn't matter where but he feels too good to pull out and he hopes you don't mind getting a little messy for him

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ Xav would love to film going down on you. Just thinking about eating you out gets him so hard - and to be able to watch the way he's eating your pretty pussy would help him a lot to get through some lonely nights

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ He has a decent amount of experience, not fully sleeping around but he did have a hand full of sexual partners - but most of them were within relationships

ꕤ He does know his way around your body, mostly letting your reactions guide him and taking mental notes of every tiny detail so he can make you come undone without fail every single time

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ He feels boring for it but he likes missionary a lot but his absolute favorite is cowgirl!

ꕤ it doesn't matter if it's the classical or reversed as long as you're bouncing on his cock and he can watch you moan and cum around his cock

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ He's a good mix!

ꕤ He takes the pleasure part serious but if something funny or unexpected happens he can laugh it off with you without having his mood ruined - sex is supposed to be fun after all!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He likes it when it's shaved but he's far too lazy to keep up with it! He shaves it and lets it grow until it starts bothering him and repeats the cycle.

ꕤ On you he doesn't have a preference, as long as you practice general hygiene he can work with lots of hair or entirely bare and everything in between! He would never tell you to shave or anything since you don't expect it of him either

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ It's not romantic per se, more gentle and loving

ꕤ lots of touches, his hands always somehow touching you. Before you two get into it and are just making out, his hands stay respectful, waiting for consent but once he's allowed to he's practically worshipping your body with his hands

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He masturbates quite frequently, even when you're a couple since he doesn't expect you to sleep with him at every whim

ꕤ Most of the times he's just bored and plays with himself or at night when he can't fall back asleep due to one too many naps - it helps him fall asleep again

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ That man gets off from pussy eating alone! He does it for his own pleasure

ꕤ He's also into some light bondage (on you or him) and from time to time he would like to roleplay or have you edge him until he's begging for you.

ꕤ Also a big fan of Somnophilia, wake him up with you on top of him or he wakes you up with some good head (all with consent ofc)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ His all time favorite is no one's surprise - the bed. He just likes how comfortable and spacious it is, if you put a towel down you don't even need to worry about making a mess

ꕤ right behind it is the shower. It's the perfect place for quickies or just feeling each other up since you're naked already

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ He loves it when you play hard to get, when he has to put effort into getting you into bed is just such a turn on for him!

ꕤ Xav also likes seeing you in his clothes, even if it's his oldest pair of sweatpants and the sweater he wore the day before - you just look so sexy and all his

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ He might be into roleplay but consensual noncon is something he wouldn't like to participate in, he doesn't see how someone begging for him to stop can be hot (I peep a consent king)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ He prefers giving over receiving but he certainly won't ever say no to a blowjob. Perhaps you two could engage in the good old 69?

ꕤ Oh he's such a messy eater! Spreads your pretty folds to spit onto your cunt before lapping it all up again, his fingers lazily curling into your sweet spot while his tongue dances over your clit with such calculated moves it has your toes curling

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He's not rough, mostly rutting into you like a bunny, fast shallow thrusts because you just feel so good he can't hold back

ꕤ When you're on top he prefers a slower pace, seeing you glide up and down his cock or moving your hips in small wave like motions against his - it drives him crazy

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ Xavier likes them, especially if you two are horny but too busy to get to it properly

ꕤ a lot of times it's just him fucking his own fist while he eats you out, kneeling in front of you while you stand up

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He is all up for trying out things he or you've seen in porn and also getting it on in public spaces but he makes sure you two don't get caught… and if you do well, he will laugh it off but he's a little embarrassed inside

ꕤ He is the kind of guy who's down to try everything in his life at least once to see if he liked it or not and he would participate in everything you come up with even if he's not into it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ hah. Good luck. As stated above that man is rutting into you like a bunny and also has the stamina

ꕤ But most of the time it stays at 1 long round with long foreplay. If you're still hungry for more you can ride him all night long

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He's far too lazy to clean any toys so his hand does just fine for sessions with himself

ꕤ But that one time you used your magic wand against his cock to edge him relentlessly did things to him and he would love to experience again - or put you into the same position

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ He only really teases when he's lapping at your folds, liking the power he has since he decides if you get to release or not but he doesn't tease too much

ꕤ but he does like to be teased, especially if you restrict him from using his hands and he's all vulnerable under your mercy

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ Xavier would say he's silent but reality is he's a whiner.

ꕤ His head buried in your cunt or neck, whimpering and whining into you when you make him feel so so good. It's not too loud but it's enough to make you clench because it sounds so hot

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ You caught him one time humping his pillow, your used panties in his face as he whined your name. He didn't know you're home early and you thought he called for you... you made him finish like that, watching how desperate he was

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ pretty. The best way to describe it!

ꕤ Xav has a perfectly sized dick with 17cm (6,5inch) it's not too big but just enough to make you feel so full! It's pale and has 2 veins on each side with a cute pale pink tip that's leaking precum whenever he's hard

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ It's not that high in the sense of he's yearning for it all the time but he kind off makes it depend on you. If you want him, he's ready to go if it's once a month or five times a day

ꕤ Like stated above he's touching himself a lot of times out of boredom or because he can't sleep but it's not like he's desperately in need

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ It's almost embarrassing how fast he falls asleep after, sometimes he just came and collapses on top of you so he can “catch his breath”. 9/10 times he ends up falling asleep on you so please refer back to letter A and practice some aftercare with him before he can “rest his eyes”

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #xavier x reader #xavier smut #love and deepspace xavier #lnds #lnds x reader #lnds smut #lnds xavier

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Li Shen/Zayne (N)SFW Headcanons bc I'm horny for this man | Love and Deepspace | gn!Reader

Preface: As enigmatic Doctor Zayne tries to be, it's not difficult for you to figure him out. In fact, it unnerves him a little as to how easily you can pick him apart (not that he'd ever admit it and blow your ego up)

I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OKAY--XAVIER MIGHT BE NEXT SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THAT POOKIE X

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW content sprinkled in

Established lightweight--one glass of wine would make him a bit tipsy, but 4+ would make him borderline drunk

Gets more affectionate when drunk but is super pouty during??? Like he's not the one who touched you first??? Acts like he doesn't want to even though his hands are literally mapping your body like a constellation???? Tsundere even when drunk and obvious smh

When the jig is up he accepts defeat and just hugs you--doesn't care about sex or whatever, but wants to keep you close in whatever form that may be

Calls you 'my dear' a lot, and sometimes when he's feeling real romantical he'll call you 'darling, my love, sweetheart'

Doesn't like calling you 'baby'--it feels infantilizing to him. Same thing with 'baby girl' (to my fem!readers) but might do it on occasion if you really like it

Doesn't care if you call him petnames or not, but if you do he really enjoys 'my love' or if you have a nickname in another language (e.g: mi amor, 親愛なる, mon cœur, etc)

If you can speak more than one language fluently he is extremely impressed--he probably never bothered to learn another language that thoroughly, but he's super eager to be taught by you

Domestic, husband material as the fandom has agreed upon

Learn to cook together, or teach each other recipes

Is not dominant in the bedroom--or at the very least, a switch

Because you're telling me THIS MAN WHO WORKS HIS ASS OFF SAVING PEOPLE'S LIVES AND HAS THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE COUNTING ON HIM AND HIS RESEARCH AND WORK IS GOING TO GO HOME AND CONTINUE MAKING DECISIONS?

Not how that works psychologically

He is for your pleasure 100% but it's from a submissive stance

Will know what you want/how you want it/where you want it, and will give it to you without being asked if you're tired or are also mentally fatigued

Probably would not ask to be pleasured back, that's something you have to ease him into bc he doesn't feel he needs/deserves it?

Suck him off

Sometimes he'll come home frustrated from a bad work day, and then he might get a bit pushy/dominant

But overall he is submissive

Definitely is a top when it comes to penetration--wouldn't mind trying to get ate out/fucked from behind but I genuinely doubt he'd enjoy it that much

Might do it occasionally if you want it that badly

Does not get jealous, but gets territorial in a very condescending way

Is scared to love you at first

But he can't help it

I don't think he'd mind having kids, but I also don't think he'd mind not having kids--it'd be up to you, really

He would make a great father though--especially to a girl

Would die for you--genuinely, no exaggeration, would lay down his life for you if it meant you lived

Jokes on him bc you'd die for him too

His neck is sensitive to the touch

Always cold, please warm him up thanks

I feel like he likes iced tea but hates Arizona Tea

Likes teasing you a lot, nonsexually

He'd do well with someone contrasting to his personality

Wouldn't mind owning a cat or two, he'd just feel bad since he would have little time to spend with it

Is a sound sleeper but wakes easily

#relationship #fanfic writer #writers #writers of tumblr #gender neutral reader #headcanon #writerslife #romance #x reader #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne #li shen #zayne lads #lads zayne #lads #loveanddeepspace

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goatakiart · 2 months

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Xavier Fluff✨️

Love and Deepspace

It's late night, there's not even one sound to be heard of, only the sound of the keys as you pull them out of your purse, you're going back home from a long day at work-- however it's not your door that you unlock.

You decide to surprise Xavier tonight, you could say you even missed him.

When you peek in and look around for him, you find him fast asleep on the couch.

"As to be expected..." You think to yourself.

As you move closer, you notice his phone screen is open. Out of curiosity, you move closer to see what he was up to.

His message app is open, your own chat specifically. He seemed to have been waiting for a text from you. You move even closer in hopes of reading the unsent message that's sitting above the keyboard.

Suddenly, Xavier grabs your arm and pulls you close. You gasp shocked with no time to react. The only thing you can do is lose balance and fall on him. He immediately notices it's you, and he softens his grip quickly.

"Oh, it's you y/n..." he seems to try to caress your wrist, but he only swiftly moves his hand away when he notices his phone is open. In embarrassment, he takes it and turns off the screen.

"...I seem to have dozed off."

You're still standing on top of him, a silly smile is painted on your face as you observe his features, causing you to get lost in thought.

He blinks and tilts his head till he notices what is going on in your mind. He flashes a warm smile and softly pushes a strand of hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

"if I didn't know you, I would think I have something on my face..."

He says teasingly but still keeps his calm demeanor.

His hand stays still on your face before he brushes your cheek softly. You don't lose the opportunity to place your own hand on top of his and bury your face in his palm as you speak.

"Oh? And what do you think now, if you know me so well?" You say, teasing him back, eager to hear his answer.

"Let me think..."

Xavier slowly moves and wraps his arms around you, making you rest on him on the couch as you're both still sitting. His moves are elegant and caring, soft and delicate. He takes the blanket that was around him and wraps it around you both.

"I think you missed me enough to invade my home."

He says in a low whisper, the warm smile never leaving his face.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden exclamation, and you looked away to avoid him, even tho you liked this "confrontation."

He reaches out his hand, positioning it on your cheek once again, turning your face to look at him directly in the eyes.

"All the stars shone under the moon's gaze, nevertheless they are indeed all are cast aside at the sight of Venus and Jupiter. Awaiting for the dark veil of the night to tumble above every corner, just to see them again."

It's hard to understand his words sometimes, even when he's in the silliest mood or the most romantic one, he's still so ethereal, his eyes are like a starry night, he definitely has affected you with his metaphors.

"So, that means you missed me too?"

He raises his shoulders and snickers.

"You admit you missed me?"

He tightens his embrace around you and lays his head on your shoulder.

He's avoiding the question on purpose, he's always the one to avoid difficult situations.

You wrap your arms around his head and mess with his hair.

"I missed you as much as you missed me, Mister."

Xavier, however, seems to be getting comfortable, as he's burying his face on to your neck, he begins to be unresponsive. You poke him, to wake him up, and make him speak up. He instead lays down, his weight pushes you to lay on the couch with him, his arms still wrapping you. He still has eyes closed and is about to sleep. One of his hands trails off from your back to your waist and finds its way to your own hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours.

You let out a sigh and you close your eyes, slowly you're beginning to fall asleep.

Many minutes pass, and Xavier must have thought you had already fallen asleep.

"I missed you too." He says. You can't help but smile. You look up and notice he's already looking down at you. He gets a little startled seeing you are still awake.

"Xavier."

"Yes?"

The smile on your face grows bigger.

"I love you." You say, without hesitating one second.

He gasps at the sound of your words and seems nervous. You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. There's a small awkward pause, which, for a moment, makes you feel scared you ruined the moment. But he composes himself fast enough, and finally, he takes a deep breath and smiles back.

"I love you too, Y/N." Then he goes ahead and kisses your forehead lovingly before he lays his chin on your head. You hold him tighter, and he returns the gesture, as if you're both scared of losing each other.

You cuddle tightly and slowly fall asleep with the hopes you'll meet in your dreams, too.

#xavier #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier fanfic #xavier fanart #love and deepspace fanart #xavier x reader

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bakacchan · 2 months

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Love and Deepspace cast playing Lethal Company Headcanons part 3

Don't ask me why I do this

Part 1 Part 2

Zayne:

-MC didn't listen and died, so he sold her body at the shop for $5,-

-Highest survival rate, gets out of the most insane situations

-Furnished the ship with a romantic table and record player, because he had nothing better to do

Xavier:

-Tried to charge his shovel and died

-10 hours in and still doesn't know how to use the computer

-Made friends with a hoarding bug and watched him kill Rafayel

Rafayel:

-Buys walkie talkies for him and MC and doesn't stop talking

-Trash talks every monster he gets jumpscared by

-His arch nemesis is the tentacle guy from the shop

Caleb:

-Killed MC with a ladder and danced on her body

-Has a challenge with MC to collect the most loot, loser has to cook dinner

-Tried to kill the giant by luring it into an earth Leviathan and succeeded, it's his biggest achievement and he has it clipped as proof

#LAST ONE I SWEAR #love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace zayne

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hellcatinnc · 3 months

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How the Men Of Love And Deepspace Would Be On Being Dating Apps

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Warning This includes: SFW(Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, dating apps, smart phone, dating profiles, fluff, boy next door, friends to lovers, romantic

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Yes I know about Caleb but this is for all the fans of his still and how I think he would be in this...

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Zayne

So because he works long hours it leaves him little time for mixers or speed dating however he feels it would be nice to have someone to talk to over dinner. He puts up a profile online and its clear and precise and to the point. It will read something like "Looking For Part Time Companion" Then he would make sure to mention part time because he is married to his career. Yes he would like more than that maybe one day but he is just thinking logical. His idea is lets meet, talk about things, and see where we go from there but he knows she would have to be pretty special to make him think about committing 100% into a relationship.

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Rafayel

His profile would be flashy and look artistic enough to grab any creative persons attention. Anyways not like he would have much in common with someone who couldn't understand how he makes his paints and colors pop in his paintings. He would have a flirty appeal to it even though he has never even been in bed with a woman let alone do anything more than that. However his profile would read something cheesy and romantic to make you feel like you need him in your life even if you really don't. He might even end it with talking bout his love of fish, the fact he has fire magic, and that he would make a great husband to protect, love, cook for, and cherish for the rest of her life, as long as they promise to never leave him. Yes he would have a bit of a baby girl moment and show off how needy and clingy he is but this is what we love about this man anyways.

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Xavier

He will sit and look at his phone and stare for what seems like forever. He has no clue how to tell anyone about himself because he really doesn't much like talking about himself. Someone would have to help him because even though he is much older than he looks he can't be worried with trivial things. He will try but if he can't get it he moves on to the next thing. Anyways worrying about wanderers is more important to him. Even if he does get on there you can expect him to respond messages but he won't be the first to message anyone.

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Caleb

He is the boy next door and he would make sure to make it clear he is that traditional boy next door. He would go out of his way to make sure his profile showed his loyalty, honesty, and how he will go the extra mile for the woman he falls in love with. He would comment on his witty personality and how he wants someone he can be himself with and joke and laugh. He would let you know he is a protector who is looking for a friend to grow into a long lasting relationship with.

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rune-writes · 2 months

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Ephemerality

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Word count: 1827

Rating: G

Pairing: Xavier/MC

Summary: In the outskirts of Linkon City, there is a park listed as one of the Top Ten Romantic Parks of Linkon City. Xavier invites MC out for a Valentine's Day date.

Notes: A belated Happy Valentine's Day~

I wanted to write a cute Xavier/MC fic for Valentine's, but alas, I could only finish it now, and... it ends up not being very Valentine-y either haha.

Read on AO3.

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“Mind your step.”

Xavier offered his hand as we came to a slope, pebbles rolling loosely over a steep incline. It wasn’t particularly treacherous. At least, not for me. I was a Hunter, and I was equipped with hiking boots and pants. A measly slope couldn’t outdo me. So I ignored his hand and said, “I can manage just f—” I couldn’t finish my sentence before I felt my foot slip.

The wind rushed out of me and the world upended—

Xavier caught my wrist and pulled me up, giving me leverage to fix my posture and land on his side. I gasped, heart racing within my ribcage.

“What did I tell you?” he said. His voice was carefully leveled, but when I chanced a glance, I caught the mirth behind his pressed lips. His eyes couldn’t lie.

“Thanks,” I said tartly.

He released a playful scoff under his breath, then shifted his hold to my hand, his long fingers enveloping mine in a secure grasp. His smile finally on full display, he said, “Don’t let go now.”

Any counter or retort I had ready evaporated instantly at sight of his disarming face.

This hike had been his idea. Well, mine if we’re talking about technicalities, but I had only made a passing comment on a passing article I was reading—Top Ten Romantic Parks in Linkon City. I knew most of the ones listed; some were popular spots in the city proper even for single people, which I had been one until recently. The tenth one on the list, however, was a place I had never heard of. A clearing out on the hills in the outskirts of the city; it was a hike at the end of an hour train ride. I’d asked Xavier if he knew the place.

“I do. I often pass by it on my way home,” he’d replied. I had learned not to pry exactly where he had gone. As far as I knew, there weren’t any no-hunt zones in the area. He’d leaned over the couch and I’d shown him my phone. He’d nodded, confirming the place. “It’s a bit far, and you need to climb a fair distance. I can see why it’s not a popular date spot.”

“It looks pretty,” I’d said, looking back at my phone. Rosalea Park: a fenced-in clearing with beautiful cherry-blossom trees overlooking the entire city. It’d make a perfect spot for flower viewing, if they were in the cherry blossom season. I’d looked at the panoramic photographs the writer had attached before I closed the tab and noticed Xavier’s gaze. I’d met his eyes.

“Do you want to go there?” he’d asked.

And so our plan had been born. Fast forward one week later, I now found myself holding Xavier’s hand as he led me down the trail with groups of cherry-blossom trees flanking us on both sides. It’d take another month or so to see the pink buds bloom and grace the crown of every tree on this hill. Apparently, some decades ago, someone had planted an entire grove of cherry blossoms on the hills outside Linkon, providing the citizens a magnificent view when spring came around. I liked to watch them from the window of my apartment. It was like being surrounded by an endless, undulating pink sea. Magical. But the flowers didn’t last long. The blooms would fall once the season passed and be replaced by an ocean of verdant green. But that would take another couple weeks. Now, however, the trees around us bore white flowers, small and delicate, creating a sort of mystical mirage with their ephemeral beauty.

I gazed at them, transfixed. I didn’t realize Xavier’s stare until I heard his breathy laugh.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

“They’re pretty.” I reached up and caught a falling petal on my palm. “They remind me of you.”

“How so?”

“They’re quite hardy, and they foretell the coming of spring,” I said. “But they’re also brittle. A single touch could make them fall from their branch. Blink once and you’d miss the beauty they offer.”

He paused, then said, “Do I seem brittle to you then?”

I looked up and met his backward glance. I couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. I didn’t think my nonchalant observation would catch his attention. But then a breeze caught the petal in my palm and I watched it dance in the wind alongside other loose flowers. One landed on Xavier’s head, and I giggled, reaching up to brush it away.

“You’re not brittle,” I told him as I picked the stray petal from his hair. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger, it quivered as the wind fought to keep it aloft. And then it broke free, and I felt a part of me fly away with it. “You’re…elusive. I fear that if I close my eyes, you’ll be gone from my side.”

Xavier didn’t break his gaze away from me. I looked ahead and found that we’d reached the edge of the treeline. I tugged his hand, urging him to go faster. And then we were outside, and the view took my breath away.

We were at the top of a hill: Rosalea Hill, judging from the sign they’d propped just outside the line of trees. But the trail didn’t stop there. It went on past the sign and into the clearing, winding around a plethora of flowerbeds in circles, squares, or crescent shapes. A mingle of scents greeted my senses. It felt like I was back in the flower shop Xavier liked to visit, except the smell was richer here, the colors more abundant and vibrant.

We weren’t the only ones visiting the park either. Couples were already setting up picnic mats and several were taking pictures on the benches or by the wall overlooking the city. I let go of Xavier’s hand and rushed over to it, leaning over and peering down the stone structure. We were so high; the park ended in a steep slope that could easily break someone’s neck were they to fall over. Or, well, at the very least sprain their ankle. The slope wasn’t too sheer that your feet couldn’t find purchase, but I could imagine someone slipping over the terrain.

Like I had just moments before, to my mortification.

Xavier entered my line of sight and I grinned up at him. “Look,” I said, pointing at the entrance to the hiking trail at the bottom of the hill. “That’s where we came in, huh?”

“It appears so.”

”Doesn’t seem like this place is unpopular,” I added, noting the crowd that was still trickling into the entrance.

Xavier chuckled. “I never said it’s unpopular. I only said it might not be a popular date spot.”

Well, there were a lot of couples. Either Xavier was wrong, or they’d all fallen victim to the same article I’d read.

I followed the road, all its winding way back to the nearby train station, then finally to the city in the distance. Under the sun, Linkon City’s numerous skyscrapers glinted brilliantly, towers upon glass towers piercing the sky all the way to where Skyhaven hung with its gilded spires. I could spot the parks—clusters of little green dots sandwiched between rows of buildings. I could hazard a guess where our apartment was, though I couldn’t very well see the building from so far away. I saw the river, a sparkling blue line winding through the settlement, cutting right at the heart and finally draining into the sea beyond. Pristine ivory shores rimmed the city’s western edge.

The place where I grew up looked so different from above. So serene and timeless, as though we had crossed over a threshold and were now gazing at a frozen sculpture. “It’s so beautiful,” I said breathlessly. Too beautiful, in fact. I couldn’t help the slight pang in my heart knowing that one day, things would change.

I pushed myself from the wall and took a few steps back, breathing in the scent, absorbing the view. I might have stayed like that for all eternity if I hadn’t heard the shutter of a camera going off. I looked to my right and saw Xavier directing his phone camera at me. He smiled sheepishly at being caught.

“Let me borrow your phone,” he said, stashing his away.

I blinked. “What for?”

He didn’t say anything, only held out his hand in silent inquiry. I indulged him, fishing my phone from my bag and placing it on his palm.

“Now come here.” He drew me to his side, maneuvered us so that we had our backs to the city, then directed my phone at us to take a selfie picture. “Smile.”

The shutter went off again.

Even with the impromptu nature, it was still a pretty good picture. He managed to capture the city in the distance while also still capturing our smiles. He fiddled around with my phone for a while longer before giving it back to me. I looked at the screen—

—and realized he’d changed my home screen wallpaper to the photo he’d just taken.

“Now even if you close your eyes, I’ll always be by your side.”

I stared at my phone, then at his cheeky smile. “I want another one.”

“What?”

“It’s not good enough. Better yet, I’ll just take a picture of you ‘cause you already took mine.”

“Wait—”

I pushed him to the wall, had him pose for me several times. After a while, Xavier could only smile in resign.

“Happy now?” he asked after his photo session ended. “You know, I only took one photo of you.”

“And I took five.” I scrolled through my album. I couldn’t quite keep the grin out of my face. He looked so handsome in his jacket and turtleneck, and so cute when he pouted at the last picture because I couldn’t decide what pose I wanted him to do. I decided to use that for my homescreen wallpaper instead.

“Why are you grinning at a picture when the real one is in front of you?”

I glanced up, and true enough, the hint of a pout was already forming again in his otherwise poker face. I beamed from ear to ear. “Oh please, as if you wouldn’t look at my picture when I’m not looking.”

His response was a guilty, breathy laugh.

I grabbed his hand and led him away from the wall to a quieter area. “Come on, then. Let’s set up our picnic mat. I made a lot of delicious meals this morning. I can’t wait for you to try them.”

Later, Xavier told me that the park was even more romantic at night. They had lights stringed around the flower beds, and around the paths and walls as well. Like artificial fireflies, he said. He promised to take me here again to see it. Perhaps, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

~ END ~

#love and deepspace #xavier #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #l&ds #lads #lnds #l&ds xavier #lads xavier #l&ds fic #xavier fic #lads fic #fanfiction #lnds fanfic

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kerrysdreamcorner · 22 days

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𝐆𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

A Love and Deepspace Fan-Fiction

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A little kissy-kissy in a romantic movie makes Faye want a little (a lot) of kissy-kisses from her hot hunter boyfriend.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: SPICY (16+), SFW

The rom-com playing on the television was good, it really was, but it suddenly lost my attention. It wasn’t the movie’s fault - my body just became hyper aware of the man laying behind me, who had been there for the past hour. The rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath tickling my ear, the warmth of his body, his strong arm around my waist to keep me from rolling off the couch.

The couple on the screen shared their first kiss.

‘I want one, too.’

Not a first kiss; I’ve already had mine. But I did want a kiss. A lot of them. And not just from anyone.

I rolled onto my other side, though it was more of a wiggle than a roll. “Babe?”

Xavier smiled and gently brushed an escaped strand of coral hair behind my ear. “Yes?”

“I want a kiss.”

He chuckled, cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he leaned in. I closed my eyes and sighed blissfully, thrilled by the soft feel of his lips. I had every intention of kissing him back, but he pulled away before I could.

Xavier’s smile dropped. “You look dissatisfied.”

“Because I am.” I pouted and poked his chest. “One isn’t enough.”

“It’s not?”

“No.” I wanted so much more than a kiss now. I wanted to feel his weight pinning me against the couch.

He kissed me again, and again, he pulled away after only one. This time, though, he didn’t go too far; his breath tickled my lips as he spoke. “What about now?”

I shook my head and licked my lower lip, feeling my skin flush hot as his pretty eyes tracked the movement. Xavier closed the gap again, this kiss different from the first two. It was needier, more passionate, and when he ran his tongue along my lip, was about to become deeper.

I dropped my jaw for him and whimpered, hands sliding up and over his chest. I ran one hand through his hair, toying with the soft platinum locks, while the other grabbed a fistful of his sweater behind his shoulder. I gave his shoulder a gentle tug, trying to get him above me. It worked; Xavier lifted himself up and pulled me breath him at the same time.

“Why,” He began to ask between kisses. “Are you smiling?”

I giggled into his mouth. “Because I got what I wanted.”

“Have you now?” He broke away to look down at me, his breath a little heavy. Lips a little damp. “Are there any other wishes you would like me to grant?”

My heart was beating against my ribs, but I welcomed the sensation. Just like I welcomed the feel of his abs as I slipped my hands up the bottom of his sweater. “Maybe just one.”

His face flushed a darker shade of red. Xavier sat up and tugged his sweater off, letting it fall onto the floor as he bent over me again. I reached for him, eager to feel his smooth skin against my palms, but he caught both wrists in one hand and lifted them above my head, letting them go when I dug my nails into the armrest.

“Good.” He whispered into my ear. The single word of praise turning my brain to mush.

I breathed a soft moan as his lips started working my neck, fingers occupied with popping off the buttons of the shirt I stole from his closet. “Xav…”

“Yes, Angel?”

My back arched as the last button came undone, his palm coasting up my abdomen. “That feels really good.”

His hips pressed into mine, and I instinctively locked my legs around his waist. I could feel how badly he wanted me. I wanted him more.

“Is this your third and final wish?” Xavier asked, lips starting down my chest now. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes.” I whined, my grip on the armrest getting stronger. More desperate. “Stop teasing me.”

His capable hands massaged my hips as he leaned over me again, sealing my lips with another deep kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

#x oc #love and deepspace #lnds xavier #lnd xavier #love and deepspace xavier

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skynapple · 2 months

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Budding Romance | Ch. 4

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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Back in the present, new friends begin to reconnect. Pizza will be had.

[Present]

“She…died.” He had said. The air hung around them, dust sparkling in the glow of the grow lights around the store.

Her stunned expression turned somber, crystalline eyes brimming with compassion. ”Oh my God, I'm so sorry. What..." Her sentence trailed off as she hesitated to ask.

It’s not that he’d wanted to bring up the subject so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. After years of being one of her closest friends, all he wanted to do was catch up, brimming with desire to share his happenstances. He was trying his best to keep it contained, remembering the fact that he had no right to expect immediate closeness with someone who was nearly a stranger.

"I was young. Brash. In love. Proposed after like, 6 months. I guess she was into that.” He shook his head, reminiscing. “She passed away before we got married. Car accident."

More like the Deepspace Portal event 30 years ago.

"But it was... humbling, and beautiful, being with her. She loved this little shop.” I wish you could have met her. She would have loved you. You would have gotten along so well.

"Philo...It means love. Because you loved her."

He nodded. The dirt he’d accidentally smeared on his brow began to irritate the skin, and he instinctually rubbed it again, making it worse. “Don’t worry about me. I’m ok. It was years ago now.” After so much time had passed, it was the truth.

Meanwhile she stood across him, only a little comforted, a light ache in her heart at the topic and slight embarrassment after being the one who initiated the conversational direction.

Seeing her expression and immediately wanting to comfort her, he smiled, "Trust me, she's looking after this place. I've had nothing but good luck here." His grin widened. "Even you walked in."

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A season later, it was a warm spring day, with flower blossoms floating through the light breeze, adding a romantic touch to the environment, but the shop was closed, and Jeremiah had no idea what the weather looked like. There he sat in the secret back room of his shop, plugging away at research and data. Several chat windows were open - an entire network of Lightseekers utilizing adapted technology with the remains of what was with them from so long ago, still quite advanced compared to what earth contained me.

He’d instant messaged Xavier a few coordinates and some wanderer identification, paused to stare thoughtfully at his phone and added,

[Take care of her if she's with u.]

Seconds later, [Not coming.] was all he received in response.

Course not. Let me guess, ditched her. Again. He only thought it to himself, stretching his right shoulder. The hours had passed quickly, and he’d completely lost track of it all. When he finally stood, his knees cracked from lack of movement. Grogginess threatened to plague his mind. There was still so much to do.

A growl escaped his stomach. He grumbled. Not enough groceries for anything quick. Instant noodles for the 3rd day in a row? No. Delivery was too expensive when he was quite literally in a walkable downtown area. He grumbled once more, sleepily grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.

He ended up at a nearby pizza place and despite the noisy interior, found himself beginning to nod off as soon as he sat down at a booth in a far corner to await his order.

Unbeknownst to him, several minutes past. A warm hand on his shoulder stirred him, although it took him moment to get his bearings. He straightened, rubbing his eyes, straining to identify who the hand was connected to through his bleary state.

"Wow, birds of a feather." A familiar voice said.

What is she doing here?

"Hmm?"

"I wasn't sure if it was you, but then they must have called your name a dozen times. I grabbed your order for you."

She indicated to what she placed across him.

"Oh, sorry. Thanks."

"You ok?"

He rolled his neck, not entirely remembering the sequence that put him in the shop, and still processing her presence. Sleeping in public too? Now that was something he hoped Xavier never discovered. "Just pulled an all-nighter. I'm good."

"That's what Xavier said. Hah. You two really are similar.”

Ah, so they’re talking at least. That’s good.

Jeremiah picked up his slice, not minding that she was still sat next to him. "Did he also tell you he's headed to the no-hunt zone without you?” He prodded, half-curious, half-hoping that this would fall back on Xavier somehow.

“What?"

Her flabbergasted expression rang genuine to him, making him chuckle. Got ‘em.

"You did not hear that from me."

She spent a minute texting Xavier, muttering to herself under her breath. Immediately after, his own phone lit up. He decided to not look at it.

"You gonna join him?" He said between chews. The restaurant seemed to pick up in business now, and he glanced non-chalant at the growing line. Distracted, he observed it.

She scowled, leaning her head on her hands, almost pouting. "I wasn't assigned like he was..." A sigh. "And today's my day off."

“The guy can handle himself, don't worry." A bubble of irritation rose through him, and he felt the fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was a habitual response, born from years and years of needing to reassure her. Of course she was like this cause he left her. She didn't have to try to sound so tough about it. "He'll return to you before you know it."

Except, this time, she only shrugged. "Yeah ok. You know he just does what he wants. Shows up when he wants. And hey, pizza or wanderers... tough choice but I think I made the right one." She nudged him with a free arm.

He felt himself smile tiredly. Despite still getting accustomed to the differences in her personality, he appreciated that it felt like he could be friends with her in this life too. He was beginning to look forward to the ways she surprised him. Just what was in that brain of hers?

"What are you doing after this?" She asked casually enough.

"Going to bed."

"Makes sense.” She stood finally, brushing a few long dark strands behind her ear and smiled warmly. "Well, I'll let you go. I'm meeting up with an old friend today. Don't wanna be late."

“Have fun. See ya.”

It not that he wasn’t thrilled to see her, it wasn’t even the tiredness in his brain, but the fact now that she was a little more playful, a little more curious, a lot more casual, he was struggling to wrap his head around it. There were moments when it felt very surreal being around her. The fluctuations in her tone, the way she pointed things out, obviously her appearance and the way her eyes were so expressive all stuck out to him.

It’s her, but it's… not. But it unmistakably is.

And yet it was a very comforting thing, being reunited after all this time. When he was around her, he felt a little more like his old self, an old self he’d nearly forgotten. He smiled to himself and finished his now cold pizza, a little amused at himself that she’d been the one to find him in this state. Memories of late nights in encampments, watching over each other through the long nights, chiding each other over small things, the bickering, the banter.

Fine, I missed you.

#madi writes #jeremiah x mc #lnds jeremiah #love and deepspace jeremiah #love and deepspace mc #love and deepspace xavier #lnds xavier #lnds mc #lnds #l&ds #love and deepspace

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