i need a part 2 to that 2020!reader fic where xavier tells her the truth and her reaction please!
this didn’t turn out quite like I planned, but I tried!!
Silence blankets the air, looming heavily over the space between the two of you. You’re stunned, not making a sound or daring to move, as you try to process what you’ve just been told. You thought it was some kind of sick joke at first; how could he be dead? You laughed in his face, told him it was a good joke but that you really didn’t have time for it, but the pained expression in his beautiful baby blues told you it was no laughing matter. He was being stone-cold serious: He was /dead/. A ghost. Long since deceased, murdered on this very land nearly thirty-five years ago.
But how could that be? You were able to touch him. You just had sex with him, for crying out loud. However, a lot of things begin making sense: How cold he was to the touch more times than not, him popping up in random places, him always being here, the way he always seemed to give himself away when he said he was here to work, the shit that just didn’t add up with his stories. You sit on a log, one that is beginning to show the first signs of rot, not looking at him. You can’t bring yourself to; you feel that if you do, you’ll scare him away with the pure shock that’s undoubtedly written across your face.
“Y/N?” he asks nervously, pacing around the clearing. “Please say something. Anything, I don’t care what. Just…please.”
“How…” you begin, your throat so dry that you can barely get the word out. You clear it softly, then try again. “How long were you planning on keeping it from me?”
“I didn’t want to keep it from you longer than I had to,” he says, his anxious gaze on you. “That’s why I told you now. After we—“
“After you had your way with me,” you finish, looking at him with hurt eyes. “You wanted to get in my pants first. I wasn’t worth the truth before that.”
“That isn’t true,” Xavier says. “Y/N, you have to believe me—“
“Why?” you nearly shout, tears falling down your cheeks. “You fucking—You’re /dead/. You probably knocked me up with some kind of fucking demonic seed. Was that your goal all along? Huh?”
“I don’t care if you believe me or not,” Xavier says, his gaze turning momentarily cold. “But I’m going to tell you more of the truth. The thing is, you’ve made me feel alive again. All these years, all I’ve felt is anger, sadness, bitterness, emptiness, pure rage. I’ve killed innocent people, Y/N. I wanted to feel again, and murdering people is the only thing that made that happen. Until you walked in. The day you arrived, the day I laid eyes on you, I forgot all of it. I forgot that I’m a monster now, I forgot all the negative feelings. All there is now is liveliness and joy, and feeling like I could just walk right out of here. That’s the honest truth. If you don’t believe me, fine. There isn’t anything I can do to convince you, but I really, really hope you believe me.”
“But you can’t walk out of here with me,” you say softly, choking on a sob as you wipe fresh tears. “You’re stuck here forever.”
“Yeah,” he says, exhaling shakily. “Guess we need to make the most of the time we have, huh?”
You chuckle a little, standing up and walking over to him. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do.”
He immediately pulls you against him, your bare chest pressed flush with his. You don’t resist him, knowing damn well that you /should/, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. His body feels cool against yours, but it feels so right, as if being in his arms is where you truly belong. You just stare at him for a moment, purring when you feel his hands on your ass. You close the remaining space between the two of you, kissing him passionately as you hook your arms around the back of his neck. You can still taste yourself on his tongue, the mixture of yourself & his own unique taste absolutely dizzying. You run your tongue over his, sucking on his lower lip before licking the roof of his mouth.
“I don’t wanna leave you,” you breathe when he ends the kiss, his mouth trailing down your throat and between your breasts. You hold onto him, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the back of his shoulder. “I don’t ever, ever wanna leave you.”
“I never want to let you go,” he breathes, latching his lips around your nipple and sucking roughly as he pins you against a tree. “I don’t want to go back to being who I was before.”
“Xavier,” you mewl, lifting one leg over his hip as you grind against his semi-hard cock.
“Baby,” he sighs, giving your other nipple the same treatment as he rubs two fingers through your folds. “Please don’t leave.”
“I’ll have to,” you say, moaning loudly as his fingers delve inside of you. Your nails dig into his skin, head tipped against the tree. “Oh, /fuck/ Xav—“
“No, you won’t,” he says, moving up to kiss you again. His free hand cradles your jaw, inching into your hair as he winds it through his fist. “Stay with me. Forever.”
His words catch you off guard, but you don’t stop him. His fingers massage your sweet spot, knuckle-deep inside of you as his mouth leaves additional marks over your neck and chest. Moans tumble from your lips, a sweet song that drowns out all the surrounding birdsong, and you find your thoughts turning to what he meant with those four little words. The feeling of his mouth on your heated, sunkissed skin and his fingers working magic inside of you only add to the appeal, and knowing that you could have this for eternity…
You could have him. All of him. You would never have to leave, and what was back home for you, anyway? A low-income job that bored you to tears, a dinky little apartment that was overpriced, the monotony of living a normal, bland existence until the day you died. By staying here, you could have the man of your dreams by your side forever. It seemed a pretty fair deal.
“I want to be yours,” you say, whining as he pulls his fingers out. “No, don’t stop…”
“Come on,” Xavier says, taking your hand and tugging you toward the lake. He laughs when he sees the horrified expression on your face, shaking his head quickly. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything /yet/; I wouldn’t do it that way, anyway. I just wanna spend time with you, and who says we have to limit what we do to the woods?”
“You scared me for a second there,” you say, breathing in relief as you allow him to lead you to the water. “You know, I could think of worse places to spend an eternity. It’s beautiful here.”
“Yeah,” he says, leading you to the dock. “It’s a lot of property, too. Lots of places for us to go.”
You laugh, grinning when he leans down to kiss you. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too,” he says, jerking his head toward the lake. “C’mon, baby. Let’s jump in together.” He pauses for a moment, then: “You wanna know something that just occurred to me?”
“I’m dead, right? That means I don’t have to worry about holding my breath.”
You look at him with surprise, silent for a moment before barking laughter. “Oh, you’re /bad/, Xavier.”
“But you love it,” he says, rubbing his large hands up and down your sides. “Don’t lie.”
You chew on your lip, rolling your hips against his before placing a hot kiss on his lips. You press your forehead to his, eyes closed for a moment before a beatific smile breaks across your face. You remain quiet for a beat, and then say the one thing that was on the tip of your tongue from the moment he made his admission:
“I think I love /you/, Xavier.”
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