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Presence, in paradox. That’s what Xavier is.

He’s a skilled hunter. Precise. Efficient. He doesn’t hesitate to strike when it’s needed. Cold-eyed, utterly composed. And then, in the next moment, he’s cozying up on the couch with a blanket and a cookbook, telling you about the best way to marinate mushrooms before almost setting the kitchen on fire.

He takes you out for food like a casual flirt, but he also loves ordering in and eating it cross-legged on the floor beside you, no expectations, no performance. Just quiet closeness.

He’ll read books for hours, completely still, eyes moving just a little too fast for it to be casual. If you ask, he’ll read aloud - without protest, even when tired. And when you get restless, he’ll take you out just to wander the city for no reason except to be with you.

He’s the kind of guy who will gently pull your head into his lap and comb your hair in quiet thoughtfulness… but he’s also the kind of guy who initiates water gun fights with no warning and grins like a menace when he wins.

He’s good with machines. Claw machines. Telescopes. Astronomical instruments you can’t even name. He picks things up like it’s nothing. Somehow, he’s also good at social gatherings - effortlessly fitting in, even if he doesn’t seem to care - but he’d be just as happy in pajamas all day, curled up beside you, not saying much. That’s the thing: he doesn’t need anything else. Just you.

He has no filter, sometimes. Shares the oddest details with you like it’s obvious, mutters soft little comments under his breath that make your heart skip. He’ll blush when you flirt back, then scoop you into his arms and whisper something that makes your knees weak. He is funny when he says absurd things without blinking or to unsettle you, yet he is also sincere when he tells you how much you mean to him and that he never wants to leave your side.

He can debate philosophy or explain star systems. Or say nothing at all, and somehow make that silence feel full. He’ll get angry - really angry - if someone crosses a line, especially when it’s about you. He also gets jealous because deep down he‘s terrified of losing you. But even then, there’s this control, this quiet burn to his protectiveness. He respects boundaries. He always makes you feel safe.

And that voice…

It can be soft and sleepy. Or teasing and sharp. Or low and rough when he’s had just enough of holding back.

He carries the weight and memories of having lived for centuries and still lives in the present and looks forward to the future.

Xavier is the most calm and put-together man you’ll ever meet.

One minute I’m minding my business, being productive, acting like I have my life together. And then suddenly he gives that look from the Coolsplash Splash card or blindsides me with his Where Stars Scatter myth content and I’m caving. Again.

First it was his recent limited myth. Now the You and Midsummer event. (And that wasn‘t the first time this happened.) His duality is actually insane. He can be soft, comforting, and grounding - then immediately shift into ruthless, sharp, calculated mode and I’m just. Yeah.

On a side note: He sleeps a lot, sure, but it’s not just a “sleepy boy” thing. It’s tied to his lore. His body literally needs recovery time. He’s drained, physically and emotionally. Xavier’s rest is about survival, not laziness.

📢🗯️

(aka why Xavier is not boring for being sleepy sometimes and why it’s a matter of taste. And I have good taste.)

So apparently there are people out there who think Xavier is boring because he… sleeps?

First of all: sleep is hot. And I will die on this hill.

Sleep is comfort. Sleep is trust. It’s being at ease - with yourself, with your body, with the person beside you.

It’s permission to rest, to be soft, to let the armor fall away.

Sleep is not boring. Sleep is a basic need. Sleep is also freedom.

And Xavier? He turns it into an art form.

But let’s unpack this gently but urgently before I start foaming at the mouth.

1. Xavier fights for a living. Of course he sleeps.

This man spends most of his time being out there, chasing Wanderers, teleporting around, and risking his life in pure Xavier fashion.

Do you want him sleep-deprived and hallucinating mid-fight? Is that better??

No. He sleeps because he needs to survive. That’s called health literacy - look it up.

2. Xavier doesn’t just nap - he lets himself rest.

That’s the real kicker. Xavier doesn’t just sleep because he’s tired.

He listens to his body. He lets himself rest. And that’s not lazy - it’s rare.

Especially in a world where other people are burning themselves out or living off toxic juice and vibes. Xavier? He closes his eyes and recharges. King behavior. (Please, I could go on.)

3. Xavier’s sleepy voice? Top-tier. Criminally attractive.

You know exactly the one.

That low, gravelly, I-just-woke-up drawl, the slightly confused gaze, together with that ridiculously adorable and cute lazy smile and hair ruffled just enough to destroy you spiritually.

He says things like “were you watching me sleep?” and you’re suddenly sweating.

Boring??? Try again.

(Or do I really NEED to throw around his voice lines like a gentle eargasm offering to the world?)

4. Xavier cuddles when he’s sleepy - and that’s intimacy, not passivity.

Sleepy Xavier is touchy. He nuzzles. He tangles limbs. He wraps around you like a blanket and doesn’t let go.

Because the moment he lets himself feel safe, he lets himself show affection.

He still teases. He still sends weird little random thoughts, links and memes in the middle of the day.

But when he’s tired? He lets the walls drop. And that’s not boring - that’s vulnerable, and hot.

5. Xavier in the sleep feature is 🤌🏻❤️‍🔥

I will be posting about the sleep feature, actually. About how Xavier makes you go unhinged first and still gives you good quality sleep.

Oh yes. The sleep feature? The one where you check on him and he looks up at you sleepily? And pulls you close and mumbles all the time?

Where you can cuddle him like the dangerous little comfort gremlin he is?

Yeah. Expect a post. With commentary. Possibly deranged. (Well maybe, I haven’t decided if tumblr is ready for this level of unhinged.)

6. TL;DR:

Xavier is not boring because he sleeps.

He’s compelling because he rests when he needs to - and still reaches for you, flirts with you, fights for you, and teases you half to death. Hello?? Tell me something that’s better? I’m daring you.

Let the man nap. Let him cuddle.

And maybe don’t confuse emotionally intelligent rest with passivity.

Thanks for coming to my sleep-defense TED Talk. 😴

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📢📢 🗯️ P.S.: (Anyone still here?) Imagine someone who has lived through centuries. Who carries grief, memory, responsibility - etched into his bones like time itself.

What do you do to survive that?

Spiral? Break? Burn? Hurt others? Or maybe - maybe… you sleep.

Like hello??? That’s not boring. That’s a coping mechanism with dignity.

That’s a trauma-informed softness. That’s centuries of burden, and still choosing not to become a monster.

Let Xavier rest. Let him survive. Let him nap for every soul he couldn’t save.

zayne believes in consequences. so, when you decide not to behave tonight, he simply delivers your punishment.

right now, you’re hovering over his lap, your thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep your balance. he’s already used his stupidly long fingers to make you cum three times, leaving your cunt feeling raw, dripping wet and so sensitive that the friction of your own movement feels like a shock.

and now your punishment, it seems, is to ride his cock until you fucking can’t.

“z-zayne...i don’t...i can’t,” you whimper, tears stinging your eyes. you try to lower yourself but the head of his cock stretches your aching walls so intensely that you immediately freeze, crying out from the sheer fullness of him.

zayne lies perfectly still beneath you. he looks up at your flushed face, his expression entirely calm with a slight upturn of his lips, even though his own cock is twitching inside you, tip leaking with pre cum.

without a word, he reaches over to the nightstand. the familiar clink of his stethoscope makes your heart race.

“sit still,” zayne says, voice low and steady.

he puts the earpieces in and then the freezing steel of the stethoscope presses right against your bare chest.

the icy metal against your flushed hot skin makes you gasp. your cunt instantly clamps down, squeezing his cock like a vice. a heavy groan escapes zayne as you tighten around him.

“your pulse is too fast,” zayne murmurs, his eyes locked onto your face, reading every flicker of your expression. “your heart is pounding. it’s all for me, yes?”

the audacity to even ask, you think.

“because of you,” you sob, trying to lift your lips to escape this agonizing pleasure. “p-please... zayne, let me stop..”

“no,” zayne replies softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. oh fuck you. you want to say it out so badly, but you precisely know what position that’d leave you in, so you don’t.

​his thick cock buries itself completely inside your soaking wet cunt, bottoming out inside you. a broken, breathless wail escapes your lips as you slump against his chestt, completely ruined by the friction.

​zayne keeps the stethoscope pressed firmly over your racing heart listening to the chaotic, rapid thumping spike to a dangerous peak as he fills you to the brim.

summary: you find the shoebox of memories that xavier has kept of all your lives together.

★pairing: xavier x reader/MC ★wc: 1.3k ★content: fluff, emotional and really mushy. established relationship, reader is aware of past lives, nostalgia, talk of previous lives, in the moment proposal, very brief suggestive words. nickname for xavier: love. nickname for reader: starlight. ★a/n: I've had this idea for a while, and that trailer drop gave me the motivation to finally write it!

Silence isn't a foreign reaction when it comes to Xavier.

The man had always been quiet, aloof. Stoic with strangers, and it had taken you time to learn the subtle intonations of his voice, the shifts in his expression when he was happy or sad.

He'd slowly gotten better at portraying his emotions to you, just as you had learned to read him as well as his favorite books that lined the shelves of his apartment.

But when he walks into you sitting cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, in the center of miscellaneous memorabilia, he's completely silent again, harder to read than he used to be.