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featuring⎯ xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x gn!reader (separate)

note: might have some typos!

xavier

you had been dying to try out the new bakery nearby, and when they announced an opening discount campaign you had dragged xavier along on your day off.

after you had picked your favorites from the endless rows of mouthwatering pastries, you joined xavier to pick up some bread that you would eat with dinner later before walking together to the register.

as the cashier was ringing in your items they beamed at your various different pastries you had picked from their campaign.

“aw, thank you! these are actually my husband's favorites, isn't that right?”

that's when xavier froze behind you. like in a 'xavier.exe has stopped responding' type of way. for a moment, he completely forgot about the bread in his hands. you had turned just in time to see him in this rare form, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears as his eyes darted every which way.

"h-huh? yeah..." he muttered before clearing his throat. his hand wavered, nearly dropping the bread he was about to place on the counter.

"lucky guy, you've got great taste. i hope our pastries will exceed your expectations," the baker clearly oblivious to all of this, simply smiled at you again before handing out the receipt.

as soon as you walked out you could feel xavier almost hovering over you.

"husband... " he repeated, his ears still pink. "you really like catching me off guard, don't you?" you expected him to tease you, but instead his thumb brushed over your hand absentmindedly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

it was strange how easily the word had settled between you. too easily. and judging by the way he kept glancing at you, you had a feeling xavier didn't dislike the idea.

zayne

you and zayne were at his university class reunion, surrounded by faces from his past. and since zayne had been young when he had entered the program he still felt a little out of his element when he was around his much older classmates, so he mostly stayed by your side throughout the evening.

as you were sitting at the bar quietly talking while soft jazz music played in the background, one of his classmates, slightly tipsy sidled up next to you both.

"if it isn't our youngest brilliant cardiac surgeon" they exclaimed rather loudly as they slapped zayne's back. zayne gave them a tight smile as the classmate wasted no time asking about his personal life.

"so, tell me zayne, who is this mystery person you have been glued to for the entire evening?" the classmate finally asked as they were eyeing you up. zayne gazed at you slightly annoyed by the classmate's tone, since it was obvious that you both were an item.

"he is my husband" you blurted out before zayne could even open his mouth. stunned, he just stared you.

"husband? really, zayne?" the classmate gasped in shock, not noticing your jist.

"you could say that."

later, as you were walking hand in hand back to his car, you could feel his eyes on you. "your husband..." he said quietly, almost to himself. as you looked back at him you could almost see a faint blush spread on his cheeks.

"about that... i didn't mean to make it weird, i just... i don't know why i even said that" you gave him a sheepish smile, feeling the embarrassment settle in for the way you had acted earlier.

"no need to apologise..." he murmured "... i liked hearing you say it."

rafayel

thomas had called you in state of panic after rafayel had started ignoring his calls about hosting intimate group of his admirers and journalists for his latest exhibition. so you had decided to save thomas a headache by agreeing to act as rafayel's bodyguard for the day so he would agree to show up.

as you stood on the sidelines you could hear quiet conversations echoing through gallery, the occasional camera shutters clicking as people whispered theories about the paintings.

you stretched, growing more bored by the minute and decided to leave your post to stroll around the exhibition. though rafayel had let you stay in his studio while he was still sketching out ideas for his latest painting, the moment he actually started painting he refused to let you anywhere near mo art studio until he was done.

so when you finally reached the end of the exhibition, a unique turquoise hue caught your eye instantly. your feet carried you toward it before you even realised what you were doing, as though the painting itself was calling to you. but before you could properly inspect it, someone called out to you. when you turned you found it to be one of rafayel's admirers.

"excuse me," they interrupted, eyeing you with a frown. "visitors aren't allowed this close."

you glanced down at the staff pass hanging neatly from your neck before looking back at them.

"oh, i'm here to see my husband's exhibition"

you hadn't realised that rafayel had managed to slip away from the crowd. by the time you noticed him, he was standing only a few feet away.

rafayel's entire face turned dusty pink when he heard you tell a gallery visitor, that he was your husband. he didn't react at first just blinked, so you thought you'd gotten away with it.

until a journalist approached.

"mr. rafayel qi," they asked, pen poised over notebook, "what inspired this deeply emotional collection?"

a slow, mischievous grin spread across his lips as he reached for your hand. "oh," he said smoothly, voice dripping with charm, "i was inspired by my muse... my spouse."

every pair of eyes in the gallery was suddenly on you. the journalist's pen stopped moving. whispers rippled through the gallery as cameras immediately swung toward the two of you.

"your what?" you whisper-shouted, trying to tug your hand free. rafayel glanced back at you 'innocently' as to say "did i say something wrong?"

he squeezed your hand gently before leaning in just enough that only you could hear "...well," he whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief, "we can't get caught in a lie now, can we?"

sylus

you had visited places like this with sylus enough times that the atmosphere no longer unsettled you. but you couldn't help but be in awe at the auction hall's contrast to the chaos outside in the n109 zone. The hall’s polished floors reflected the glow of expensive displays, while masked bidders exchanged quiet whispers over the rare gems being presented.

you and sylus had agreed to spread out to check for items individually. so as you were looking at one of the sought out gems, a masked bidder approached you, clearly sizing you up. you gave them a polite but firm smile but didn't move out of their way.

"someone like you shouldn't settle for ordinary things," the bidder said, as they leaned way too close. "perhaps i could show you something even better."

You didn't even flinch.

"no thank you, i'll be using my husband's card."

sylus, who had been quietly observing nearby, suddenly went still. his gaze flickered to you, a subtle glint of something dangerous in his eyes as his lips curved into a smirk. the bidder instantly froze in horror as they realised who they had just crossed.

"using my card, are you, sweetie?"

without saying another word, he closed the space between you, sliding his arm around your waist and guiding you away from the bidder. his touch was smooth, almost possessive as he led you to a quieter corner of the hall.

"husband…" he repeated, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. "you know... kitten, if that was your way of asking, there are easier methods."

"i wasn't asking."

"no?" sylus' smile widened. "what a shame. i was already considering how you would look with a ring."

caleb

the familiar smell of food drifted in through the open window as you slowly rolled your car forward in the drive-through. it had been years since either of you had stopped by your favorite fast food place.

caleb had suggested stopping there on the way home after you had mentioned craving something nostalgic after a stressful week of work.

as you rambled on and on about the wanderers you had encountered, you glanced over at him just to catch him already looking at you with that soft, absent-minded smile you had grown accustomed to. caleb didn't seem to mind you rambling either. if anything, he looked perfectly content simply listening to you talk.

the crackling voice from the speaker pulled you both back to reality.

"welcome! what can i get started for you today?"

you rattled off your order before quickly glancing at caleb.

"and my husband would like the combo meal. extra ice in his drink, please."

for a moment, everything seemed strangely quiet.

it wasn't until you finished ordering that you turned your head toward him, only to find him staring at you with wide eyes. his cheeks had turned an unmistakable shade of pink.

"...husband?" he repeated, almost as though he wasn't entirely convinced he had heard you correctly.

"yeah?"

the word had rolled off your tongue with such ease that caleb almost questioned whether you had actually said it or whether his mind had filled in the blank all by itself.

he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he tried to regain what little composure he had left. unfortunately, the growing blush reaching the tips of his ears completely betrayed him. despite his obvious embarrassment, the corners of his lips twitched upward.

"you know, pipsqueak... you should be careful what you wish for."

Then look at phone to see the time, notice the widget…

… Xavier can you not???? 😭😭 My stomach's growling is worse now!

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and then this spawned off a XavMC idea while I had my lunch asdfghjkl (っ´Ι`)っ

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But like imagine this, walk with me here

Xavier and MC at work. Clock slowly ticking away, but still too slowly for Xavier's liking. It was lunch time and he was hungry.

Laying his head on the table, Xavier turned to look at his partner, busy tapping away at the keyboard.

Just a little bit more, MC says. There was no need to hurry with this report but being in that focused zone, maybe just a few more lines and boxes to fill.

Xavier would hear the protest from MC's stomach. He tried to softly reason with MC. The report isn't going to run away.

But he was met with a small rejection. That's it. He thought for a bit and then it started.

Xavier started talking about what they should have for lunch. Maybe that stall down the road with fried rice or the cafe that has great sandwiches. Or a good ramen place.

But oh, he did not stop there. He was oh so specific with the way he described each food. The flavours, textures, aroma...

MC could feel their stomach getting hungrier with each word and tried their hardest not to listen.

Only to fail spectacularly.

As MC opens their mouth to call out to Xavier and have him stop, their stomach has had enough and growled the loudest it's ever growled in the empty office.

Xavier sat up, with the softest look in his eyes, rather pleased and a small smile.

"Sounds like it finally protested."

MC gave a small pout. "Just a little bit more"

Reverse Isekai:

Xavier finally breaks through into your world. He finds you asleep and reaches out to touch you, needing to know he isn’t dreaming. When he finally feels you, he knows you’re real. After finding you again and losing you countless times before, he vows he’ll never lose you again.

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The room is dark, lit only by the glow of streetlights slipping through the curtains, while somewhere beyond the window the city you lay Unaware. Asleep peacefully, never realizing that someone who was never meant to exist in your world now sits quietly at the edge of your bed.

Xavier had imagined this moment more times than he could count, but none of those dreams prepared him for this. After what felt like a lifetime separated by nothing more than worlds, a glowing screen, and an impossible distance, he could hardly believe the impossible had finally happened.

You were right in front of him. No barrier. No distance. No cruel fate to try to separate us again.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t have to wonder what it would feel like to touch you….The real you, not the fake imitation of you. His hand rises slowly, almost hesitantly, as if one wrong movement could make this disappear. His fingertips brush gently through your hair, and he freezes at the warmth beneath his touch.

You’re real. The thought almost feels impossible. His thumb lingers against your cheek, his expression softening as he looks at you. For so long, he had only been able to see you through memories, through dreams, through a screen that could never truly reach him.

But now you’re here.

“..If anyone asks,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, “tell them I won’t let you leave me.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth beneath his fingertips, afraid that if he opens them, he’ll wake up and lose you all over again.

“Never again…”

After everything he had lost, after every time fate had taken you away, Xavier had finally found his way back to you.

“Not after finding you again.”

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Bonus:

shitty doodles

This time, he’s a dragon, and you’re one of the musicians for the castle he lives near. At night during his flights, he’ll hear you play the harp. The music soothes him, makes him think of simplier times. Then you start playing songs he’s heard only once before. They were songs he taught you, songs you sang together in your past life.

So he somehow gets into the castle in a human disguise, under the guise of being a foreign king (he has the wealth to prove it) and requests for you every night. Of course any staff is at every castle guest’s beck and call. The royal family want Sylus’s resources and will play nice to get them.

He makes no outrageous requests. He simply asks to hear you play your harp every night. He doesn’t fall asleep to it but you eventually get tired. You thought he might be doing this for nefarious reasons. All entertainers are seen as able to entertain any way one wishes even if not in the craft they specialize in. But you’re wrong.

When you start yawning is when he sends you away instead of inviting you to his bed. There was even a time he brought you to your room when you fell asleep waiting for him to come back. He left to get something and pocketed it when he saw you curled up on a cushion. He carried you, and he didn’t stay. You’re even in your clothes from the night before, not a hair out of place. At least no more than normal after a night of sleep. The only thing unusual was the shiny trinket you found on your nightstand.

Your harp is still in his quarters though. It ends up staying there.