I Just Want To Pinch His Cheeks So Bad Omgahhgg I Get Cuteness Aggression Whenever I See Him ,, Im So

i just want to pinch his cheeks so bad omgahhgg i get cuteness aggression whenever i see him ,, im so close to breaking down

13th Day [Read on AO3]

— a Xavier X Reader fanfic

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Based on Xavier's 21 Days 🍒

In which, its the 13 day of your undercover mission with Xavier, and he hasn't come back home yet. You are worried as dark thoughts begin consuming your mind.

A twinge of discomfort began blooming in your belly as you sat down on the couch of your newly rented apartment. The same apartment that you were meant to share with Xavier for the entire duration of your undercover mission together.

You picked up the television’s remote, its weight feeling as heavy as a hunter’s firearm in your hand. And despite the sense of desolation eating away at your soul, you switched on the television and shuffled through the channels in hopes of finding something good enough to entertain you for another hour or so. To keep your mind from drifting off towards the dreadful thoughts that always lurked in the back of your mind. To keep your eyes from realizing how empty this living room felt without the drowsy form of the eccentric, silver haired deepspace hunter that you had grown closer to in the last thirteen days of your job. To distract you from the fact that he was meant to play your husband on this mission but wasn’t even home by now.

He had gone out to grab a few food supplies that you were running low on. But it was already way past eleven at night. And though you were aware that he was an adult, fully capable of handling himself, you couldn’t help the feeling of unease from creeping all over your skin like an overgrown plant, ensnaring your heart in more anxiety than was necessary for something as normal as this.

For all you knew, he probably discovered some sale on a variety of fresh meat and was busy fussing over how much portions to buy. And yet, you felt numb with every passing minute.

These past thirteen days spent in Xavier’s amiable company had given you a taste of the warmth that you hadn’t experienced ever since you lost your grandma and Caleb. Slowly, he had wandered into your heart, unknowingly made it livelier with his radiant presence. And before you knew it, you had grown accustomed to seeing him lounging on the couch with a book in hand or experimenting with a new recipe in the kitchen. You had grown so used to seeing him everyday that it was dismal not having him here right now.

You unlocked your smartphone to check if he had responded to any of your texts. Unfortunately, they were left unread, and he still wasn’t picking your calls either. For the first time in months, you felt the return of the grim uncertainty that you had shelved in the darkest corners of your heart. The unexpected revival of that terrible feeling of Xavier being like a distant star in this endless universe— sparkling right in front of you but always out of reach.

What could be holding him up for so long? The neighborhood ladies? Yeah..He probably bumped into some of them at the local store, and got stuck in their never-ending gossip. Yes, that must be it.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if he ran into a wanderer or two? What if he was struggling to fight by himself and couldn’t– NO!

You shook your head.

Xavier would never lose to a wanderer. He was the strongest hunter you knew. He was swift as light itself. He was deadlier with a blade. He was..

He was still not home.

The front door finally clicked open around thirty-nine minutes later, and to your immense relief, it was him. He was back. Xavier was home!

“I’m—”

He had barely passed the threshold when you wrapped your arms around him, unshed tears soaking into the fabric of his white shirt as you burrowed your face in it and sniffled quietly.

He was taken aback by the loving gesture but dropped the packages in his hands, his own arms immediately coming to settle around your waist, fingers kneading into your skin to provide some comfort.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“What took you so long?” You mumbled against his shirt, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath he took.

His hold tightened ever so slightly and he lowered his head to rest it atop yours. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to get some of your favorite snacks. And I couldn’t find them at the nearest store, so I decided to go around exploring.”

Oh.

The heaviness in your heart began waning at those words and you felt your muscles easing in relief. Of course he was doing that. It was so like Xavier to go around searching for something you liked. So like him to always put your needs above everything else. Even if it might result in him arriving a little late at home.

“Okay..” You rubbed your face into his shirt, smudging it with more tears. “Just don’t go disappearing on me like that ever again.”

“It won’t happen again.” His lips moved softly against your hair. “I promise.”

You finally pulled away from him. A quick scan from the head to toe revealed no signs of injuries. But as he lifted a hand and passed it through his hair, you spotted a small cut on the back of his hand.

Immediately you grabbed his wrist and raised it to his face, your gaze silently urging him to explain the wound.

His eyes grew big and round like that of a kitten held captive. Then he finally took note of what had you so concerned, and answered. “I accidentally scraped my hand on the cashier’s desk.”

You smacked his chest lightly. “I was so worried!”

He blinked. “Worried for Xavier, your fake husband or Xavier, your mission partner?”

You smacked his chest again. And once more for good measure. “I was worried for Xavier who is very precious to me. Like a distant star that I’m always on the verge of losing.”

He smiled and wiped a tear stain from your cheek, his expression becoming more sincere as he lowered his face closer to your own. “You’ll never lose me. I swear.”

You knew they were mere words– sweet nothings whispered in the late hour of the night– yet they felt more reassuring than anything in the world when he looked directly into your eyes while saying it.

You helped him pick up the packages in comfortable silence, placed them in the kitchen, and then moved to the couch.

You sat down on one end of the couch, and let Xavier lie down on the rest, his head nestled in your lap. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. “This feels nice.”

“My lap?” You asked, feeling a heated blush spread across your cheeks.

He chuckled in that mellow cadence of his. “That too. But..” He yawned, then stared up directly at you, midnight blue eyes gleaming with reverence. “Being wanted.”

“Being wanted by the law?” You joked, fully aware of his vigilante side job as Lumiere, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

He brought up his own hand to entangle his fingers with yours on his chest, and shook his head. “It feels really nice being wanted..and cared for and missed by someone I admire so much.”

The honesty in his words stunned you into silence. Your mouth opened and closed several times as you tried to string together a coherent response but could not. So you squeezed his hand gently, the only way you could respond in that moment. But when you looked down to take in his reaction, you found his eyelids had fluttered closed, body already resigned to the exhaustion of the day.

You chuckled to yourself as you watched him turn in his sleep to rub his face more into your belly. It was unfair how he said the most awe-inducing things with a straight face and then just..fell asleep.

In the serenity of the night, you sneaked a kiss to his forehead and whispered to him not a promise but an astounding realization about yourself.

“I will always want you.”

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i’d been travelling the entire time yesterday and wrote this during that trip..hope you guys enjoyed it ♡

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man.... sylus' hands are fucking huge...

M♡RNINGS WITH U —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X FEM!READER

spending a morning with sylus after a “tiring” night, you see a side of him that makes you fall in love all over again.

note: this is inspired from this card, ugh i’m so obsessed with sylus already. he’s giving sweetheart but only behind closed doors 🥹

!! SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE !! MDNI

the suns warmth dawned upon you, the tall glass windows displaying the fresh morning light right onto your eyes. you dug your head into the soft pillow. the events of last night has left you still extremely fatigued—and a bit sore—however the sound coming from the kitchen has you sprawling out of the comfort of sylus’s king sized bed.

slipping on one of his button ups, you make your way out of the bedroom only to he greeted with the smell of freshly baked pancakes. still groggy, you rub your eyes as you make your way to your snowy haired lover. his concentration for the food was cute, you admire his dedication of plating the breakfast. his hands despite being slightly calloused, was delicate with placing your favourite fruit on top of his morning masterpiece.

“where’s the chef?” finally speaking up, you wrap your arms around his waist. and as if on instict, he reciprocates your sweet gesture. his arm brings you in allowing your cheek to press against the side of his chest.

“i dismissed him, wanted to make you breakfast today…plus I get alone time with you.” voice still raspy from waking up, he places a kiss on your forehead. you squeeze your embrace more tightly around him, loving every second you’re having right now.

“there breakfast is done, help me set up the table?” he asks, eyes now fully on you. you can see the slight shock on his face, yet sylus recovers quickly by putting on a prideful smirk. you look at him confused,

“what is it?”

“you’re wearing my shirt.” you look down then back on him smiling, with a small giggle. feeling a little mischievous you respond to his remark with a kiss on the lips, before turning away to get plates.

however you’re stopped with sylus grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against the counter.

“sylus…” he’s inching closer, and his smirk is more sly. his hands are creeping up your waist from underneath the oversized shirt, sending goosebumps up your spine.

“mm? yes my love?” his soft lips are now centimetres away, and your face is extremely red. and before you could exhale one more shaky breath, his lips gently meet yours with so much need.

your hands grip his own shirt tightly, knuckles turning white from how hard your grasping it. sylus only takes this as an initiative to bring himself closer to you, smiling through the kiss.

despite the neediness from it, it’s slow and passionate. his lips softly melding with yours, he pulls away for a quick breath before placing quick pecks, not wanting to stray from your intimacy.

“sylus.. mmf—! breakfast!” with failed attempts to push him away, his pecks only trail from lips down to your neck where clearly he’s already marked in a few areas. he’s just so obsessed with you, he seems to never ever get enough of you.

“breakfast can wait.. how about dessert instead?”

@omiiuvz || 07.08.24

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Sylus, to MC: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.

Men who appreciate when you wrap your arms around their shoulders as they lean their head against your stomach, their arms tightly wrapped around your waist. Your fingers weave through their hair strands, nails gently scratching their scalp. No words need to be spoken between you two to bring him comfort besides your warm, caring touch. You don't mind how long he wishes to stay in that position. No matter how tired your legs get from standing in one place for a long amount of time. All you care about is showing your partner comfort after such a long and stressful day. And he's grateful for the sweet gesture. It allows him a moment of peacefulness and relief as his shoulders finally relax. Your warm, gentle ministrations helping ease the tension in his body and mind. Sometimes, his mind wanders from thoughts of his daily stress to thoughts of how lucky he feels to call you his and how blessed he is to have you, this wonderful, beautiful, compassionate being in his life. He believes nothing and no one can compare to you, his loving partner, who does everything they can to ensure he's taken care of and loved, no matter his faults. You love every part of him, both the good and the bad, as does he with you. While lost in his deep thoughts of you, he can't help but notice the tightness in his chest, the sting in the back of his eyes, and the heaviness in his lungs making it slightly difficult to breathe. His thoughts and deep emotions overwhelm him, causing his muscles to once again tense up and his body to slightly shake, which doesn't go unnoticed by you. You softly hush him, pulling him closer to you as you whisper comforting words to him. His hold tightens more for fear of losing your touch during this vulnerable moment, which he only shows to you. As his emotions begin to calm as he basks in your care, his voice is small and raspy as words of appreciation slip from between his lips, once again not unnoticed by you. You only reply with a delicate kiss on the top of his head.

No matter how small it may seem, this simple gesture means so much to them.

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