#queen mc

The grand halls of the Philos Palace gleamed under the soft glow of irridescent crystal chandeliers, their facets refracting light from the advanced photoncores that powered the entire kingdom. Philos was truly a galaxy of technological marvel—across the galaxy where sleek spaceships zipped through the deepspace tunnels, and holographic interfaces danced in the air like living entities.

At the heart of it all stood King Xavier, his long silver hair cascading down his back like a river of moonlight, framing his sharp, ethereal almost androgynous features. His eyes, a piercing blue that seemed to hold the vastness of space itself, softened only when they fell upon you, his Queen.

You had risen to this position not through birthright but through a bond forged in the fires of shared battles and unwavering loyalty since your schooldays.

As Queen of Philos, you were known for your righteousness, your unyielding sense of justice that balanced the kingdom's prosperity with compassion for its people. Yet, beneath that benevolence lay a confidence that commanded respect—a steel spine wrapped in silk. It was one of the things Xavier admired about you most.

But duty called, as it often did. The galaxy under Philos's rule spanned multiple planets and stars, and Nalunn, a distant planet rich in exotic resources, required his personal oversight. Trade negotiations, inspections of the orbital stations, and alliances to solidify—Xavier's expedition would take him away for months, leaving the throne in your capable hands.

On the eve of his departure, in the privacy of your shared chambers, Xavier's concern etched lines on his otherwise flawless face. The room was a sanctuary of luxury: walls embedded with holographic star maps, a bed draped in fabrics woven from Photospectro-threads that shifted colors with the touch.

He pulled you close, his fingers tracing the curve of your back as if memorizing every inch. “The council... some of them might still cling to old ways, you know.” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “They might not heed a queen's command without me here. I've asked Jeremiah to watch over you—to intervene if they dare disrespect you.”

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze with that quiet fire he loved. “I am no fragile ornament, Xavier. I will rule as we both do—with fairness and strength. Trust in me, as I trust in you.”

He smiled then, a rare, genuine curve of his lips that made your heart stutter. His kiss was deep, lingering, a promise sealed in the heat of his touch. “I do trust you, mon étoile.” he whispered. “...Philos is vast, and I will miss you more than words can say...”

The next dawn, his flagship lifted from the palace docks, vanishing into the starry void. You watched from the balcony, the wind whipping your robes, until it was but a speck against the cosmos.

In the days that followed, the council chambers became your battlefield. The air hummed with the low drone of holographic projectors displaying trade routes and resource allocations. The advisors—mostly stern men from ancient Philos lineages—gathered around the crystalline table, their eyes appraising you with barely veiled skepticism. “Your Majesty.” one began, his tone dripping with condescension, “Perhaps we should delay the orbital reforms until the King's return. Such matters require... a-a firmer hand.”

You leaned forward, your voice steady as a laser's beam. “The reforms ensure equitable distribution to the outer colonies of Philos. Delaying them would mean starvation for thousands. We will proceed as planned.”

When another protested, citing archaic protocols, you countered with data from the fusion archives, your arguments woven with logic and empathy. By the end of the session, their murmurs had silenced. One by one, they bowed their heads, the weight of your resolve bending their pride.

Word spread through the palace corridors like a digital virus. The Queen was not to be underestimated. Jeremiah, ever the loyal shadow, sent you a discreet message via neural link

Jere(m.i.a): Wow I didn't even have to intervene. You've tamed the lions yourself!

You smiled at that, feeling a surge of pride. Ruling without Xavier was a test, but you thrived in it, your days filled with audiences, decrees, and the quiet hum of a kingdom running smoothly under your guidance.

Meanwhile, light-years away on Nalunn, Xavier navigated the planet's vibrant chaos. Nalunn was a jewel of the galaxy—its surface a tapestry of bioluminescent forests and sprawling markets where traders from distant worlds bartered in exotic tongues. The air shimmered with the scent of alien spices and the glow of energy crystals and irridescent gems.

His expedition progressed well: trades secured for rare photoncores to fuel Philos's cores, alliances forged with Nalunn's chieftains amid feasts of glowing fruits and holographic dances.

But thoughts of you haunted him. In the bustling bazaars, he spotted the renowned Nalunnians jewelries—necklaces of star-forged opals that shifted hues like auroras, bracelets woven from threads of pure light.

He imagined them adorning your skin, accentuating the graceful lines of your neck and wrists.

Fabrics, too: silks from Nalunn's silkweavers, so fine they felt like liquid moonlight, perfect for dresses that would drape your form in elegance. He purchased them all, tucking them into his personal quarters on the ship, visions of presenting them to you fueling his resolve.

One twilight, as the suns dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of violet and gold, Xavier oversaw a final negotiation in the heart of Lalunn, Nalunn's busy capital.

Flanked by his knights in sleek, armored grandsuits, he moved through the crowded trade street, where vendors hawked wares from across the stars. A shadowy figure—a merchant with eyes like obsidian and a tattered cloak—slipped through the throng, approaching too boldly.

Before the man could speak, Xavier's knights surged forward, tackling him to the ground with precise, unyielding force. The merchant hit the iridescent pavement with a grunt, his wares scattering like fallen stars. “Please, Your Majesty!” he gasped, pinned beneath armored boots. “I have a fair deal for the King—one that could ease the burdens of rule!”

Xavier, seated on a hovering dais amid the negotiations, waved a dismissive hand without glancing up from his holographic ledger. “You shall leave. I am occupied in this instant.”

The merchant struggled against the knight's grip, his voice rising with desperation. “But it concerns the Queen—your beloved, so far from your side!”

Xavier's head snapped up, his blue eyes narrowing like twin lasers. The mention of you pierced through his focus, stirring the ache he'd buried under duty. He rose slowly, his silver hair catching the fading light, and approached the pinned man. “Where is your roulotte?” he demanded, his tone low and edged with warning.

The merchant managed a sly smile despite his predicament. “Near Lalunn's trade street's end, sire—in the shadow of the crystal spires.”

Xavier held his gaze for a moment longer, then turned away sharply. “Dismiss him.” he simply ordered his knights, striding back to his dais as if the interruption were forgotten.

...But the seed had been planted, festering in his mind through the evening's feasts and formalities.

Later that night, under the veil of Nalunn's triple moons, Xavier donned a dark cloak that absorbed the ambient glow, tying his long silver hair into a discreet knot at his nape.

He slipped from his tent like a shadow, moving through Lalunn's winding alleys with unnatural speed—faster than the eye could track, doing of his Evol.

The roulotte was as described: a weathered caravan of sprule wood parked in a dimly lit alcove.

The merchant emerged from the dirty curtains as if expecting him, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Your Majesty honors me!”

“Hmm. You have 5 minutes.” Xavier said, his voice a velvet command, stepping into the roulotte's warm, spice-laden interior.

The merchant gestured to an ornate flask on a low table, its hot pink liquid swirling with inner luminescence. “You've been months away from your wife, sire. This nectar of Lunitis... it could help a man separated from his beloved. Makes dreams come true—brings forth what the Men desires most in the solitude of night.”

Xavier hummed thoughtfully, lifting the flask to inspect it, the glass warm against his palm as if alive. The liquid shifted hues, promising forbidden relief. “You're certainly bold.”he murmured, setting it down with deliberate care. “Speaking such indecent things to your King. It could have cost you your head... in another Kingdom.”

The merchant bowed low, unflinching. “Truth often wears a bold mask, sire, and you're a righteous King.”

Xavier's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. He placed a heavy pouch of gold on the table—enough to feed the man's family in comfort for years—then vanished in a blur, faster than light, the roulotte's flaps barely stirring in his wake. The merchant's thanks echoed into the empty night.

Back in his tent—a portable dome of alloy shielded him from Nalunn's humid darkness—Xavier opened the flask under the canopy of alien stars.

The nectar tasted of sweet stardust and forbidden longing, a heat that spread from his tongue to his lower body, igniting every nerve.

It coursed through his veins, amplifying the pulse of his blood, making his skin tingle with heightened sensitivity. He shed his robes deliberately, the fabric whispering against his heated flesh as it pooled at his feet, leaving him bare to the cool night air that did little to quench the rising fire within.

He laid back on the plush bedding, his long silver hair fanning out like a silvery nebula across the pillows. His body responded eagerly to the nectar's call—muscles taut, skin flushed with anticipation.

Closing his piercing blue eyes, he surrendered to the flood of memories: your confident smile in the throne room, the way your robes clung to your curves during council debates, the soft whimpers you made when his lips claimed yours in the dead of night.

But tonight, the visions twisted into something more primal, fueled by the aphrodisiac's indecent magic.

His hand trailed down his chest, fingers grazing the defined ridges of his abdomen, sending shivers racing along his spine. Lower still, until he wrapped around his hardening length, already throbbing with need.

A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the building pressure. The nectar sharpened every sensation—the velvet slide of skin on skin, the subtle slickness that gathered at his tip, the way his pulse hammered in his ears like a distant starship engine.

The air before him shimmered, distorting like a holographic glitch, and there you materialized—a mirage born of his deepest desires, ethereal yet so vividly real he could almost taste your scent on the humid breeze.

You stood at the foot of his bed, clad in the scantest lingerie he could imagine: delicate straps of Nalunn silk that barely concealed your breasts, the fabric translucent and shifting like liquid starlight, paired with the ethereal jewelries he'd acquired—falling opals and golden stars glowing against your thigh, bracelets chiming softly with your movements.

Your eyes, mirrors of his longing, locked onto his with that confidence of yours, a queen commanding her King even in illusion.

“Miss me, my love?” your voice purred, a sultry echo that wrapped around him like a gravitational pull. The mirage of you sauntered closer, hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, the lingerie teasing glimpses of your skin as you danced just out of reach.

You twirled gracefully, the opals catching phantom light, scattering rainbows across the tent's walls, before sinking to your knees beside him.

Phantom fingers—cool yet insistent—traced patterns on his thigh, inching upward, while you leaned in, your breath ghosting over his ear.

“Hmmm˜ Your Highness has been so strong, ruling distant planets... I'm here now...Let me ease your burdens..." Your mirage purred.

Xavier's strokes quickened, his grip firming as the illusion of you straddled his thighs, your core hovering tantalizingly close to his aching cock without touching.

He bucked his hips instinctively, chasing the friction, a bead of sweat tracing down his temple. “You...” he whimpered, voice breathless thick with desire, imagining the heat of you enveloping him.

The nectar amplified it all—the way your mirage ground against the air above him, mimicking the ride he craved; the soft, illusory moans that spilled from your lips; the clink of jewellery as you arched back, hands cupping your breasts through the lingerie, pinching the soft nubs that hardened under your touch.

He lost himself in the fantasy, hand moving faster now, slick with his own arousal. The tension coiled tighter in his abdomen, a supernova building at his core.

Your vision leaned down, lips brushing his in a feather-light kiss that felt achingly real, tongue darting out to tease. “Come for me, Xavier.” you whispered, your form undulating in a seductive dance, lingerie slipping to reveal more— the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast.

“There˜ imagine me wearing these jewels for you alone, spread beneath you, begging for your touch...”

The words shattered him. With a guttural cry, he came hard, hot spurts coating his fist and abdomen in pulsing waves, his body arching off the bed as ecstasy ripped through him.

But the nectar refused to let him rest; the mirage persisted, intensifying, your illusory hands now joining his—guiding, stroking, milking every last drop until he hardened again almost painfully quick. “I know you can give me more, my beloved.” you urged, voice a silken command. “I need you insatiable, Xavier.”

“Oh fuuuck. Starlight..Mhmm...” he cursed as he obliged, hand resuming its rhythm, slower this time to build the agony sweeter. The second climax built like a tidal wave, crashing over him with even greater force—his free hand fisting the sheets, toes curling as he spilled again, the release leaving him gasping, muscles quivering.

Yet the hunger gnawed deeper; the nectar's grip unyielding. By the third, he was delirious, imagining thrusting into you, the jewels clinking with each imagined plunge, your confident cries echoing in his mind. Sweat slicked his skin, his silver hair matted to his forehead, as he chased the fourth—each stroke a desperate plea, the mirage of you riding him now, head thrown back in bliss.

Only as the first hints of dawn filtered through the tent's roof did the vision fade, dissolving into wisps of light, leaving Xavier spent and trembling on the rumpled bedding. His body ached with exquisite exhaustion, chest heaving, but the yearning for the real you burned brighter than ever—a flame the nectar had fanned into an inferno.

Letters became their fragile tether across the void: holographic missives pulsing with unspoken desire.

Yours detailed your council victories, laced with subtle longing:

☀︎ The palace echoes without your presence. I ache for your return.

His replies mirrored the heat:

☾ Your strength inspires me from afar. The treasures I've gathered pale to the thought of you in my arms again.

Weeks stretched into months, the tension simmering in every coded word. When his flagship finally breached Philos's atmosphere, you felt it—a neural alert vibrating through the palace systems.

Heart pounding, you raced to the balcony, robes fluttering like comet tails. As the ship descended, Xavier stepped onto the docking platform below, his silver hair unbound and catching the light like a beacon.

He looked up instinctively, as if drawn by an invisible thread, his blue eyes finding yours across the distance. You bit your lip, a flush warming your cheeks, before waving with a radiant smile. He raised his hand in return, a teeth-baring grin splitting his face—rare and full of promise. Your heart leaped from your chest.

Your Star had returned.

Xavier chuckled softly, "Why am I here then?"

"To pass time!" You threw up your hands dramatically. "You're here to get that Protocore for the Queen."

Xavier stopped whatever he was doing, looking shocked. He asked in confusion, "How did you..."

"I asked—okay, threatened Jeremiah to tell me everything about your past relationships—and I found out that I'm the third version of me that you've been with?!" you exclaimed.

Xavier made a mental note to "deal" with Jeremiah later. He stood there for a minute to collect his thoughts. Finally, he walked over to you and sighed.

Placing his hands softly on your shoulders, he said, "I'll explain everything to you." He gently guided you down to the couch to continue the conversation.

As he sat down beside you, you retorted, "Oh, you don't need to. I know everything now. Like your first love and that you're now searching for a specific Protocore to save your beloved Queen," you grumbled, exaggeratingly scooting away from him as you looked away.

Gently, he turned your head back to him. "Yes..." He paused for a moment, then added teasingly, trying to ease the tension, "You do know that they're still you, right?"

"No, I'm me. They're them. They're the ones you hold dear in your heart," you said, pouting. Xavier couldn't help but find you cute as you pouted your way into his heart.

"How can I compare to your first love? She's the one who started it all. She's your one true love. They say that no one can ever replace your first love," you rambled.

Xavier responded, "You're not a replacement. Why would you think that?"

Ignoring his question, you continued. "Since there are already two of them in your heart, there won't be any space for me. Hmmph," you huffed softly.

Xavier smirked slightly. "My heart is bigger than you'd think," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, then go find the fourth version of me to fill in the remaining space," you said.

"Oh really? Should I then?" Xavier said while pretending to contemplate, trying to lighten the mood.

"Go ahead. I'm just here for you to pass time while looking for the Protocore for your Queen," you retorted.

Xavier's eyebrows raised. "Pass time? Then darling, you're my favorite pastime," he said, nodding affirmatively.

You blushed at his words but tried to maintain composure as you cleared your throat. "Don't you try to sweet-talk your way out of this. I'm serious," you furrowed your brows in attempt of looking stern.

Xavier smiled, reaching out to gently lift your chin with his finger. "Don't pout, darling," he teased softly. "Your pout is too adorable to resist."

You huffed, determined not to let him get his way so easily. "What happens if you find the Protocore? You wouldn't need me anymore. You're just going to leave me," you said, pouting more aggressively.

"I couldn't leave you even if I tried. We're stuck together, remember?" Xavier teased but there was an underlying sincerity in his voice.

Looking at you still feeling bothered by it, his playful expression faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

He had found the Protocore and it's in you.

You followed his line of sight and your heart sank. "Is it—" you placed a hand on your heart, your eyes widened in shocking revelation.

Xavier took your hand from your heart and said firmly, "No," squeezing your hand gently. Not an option, he thought to himself. "I'm still looking for it."

You sighed in relief at his answer not knowing that you indeed have the Protocore infused in your heart.

However, Xavier would never sacrifice you, not even for another version of yourself. Distraught by the thought, he quickly dismissed it.

Ever since he had been in a relationship with you, he realized that he needed to push himself to communicate with you. You needed it, and he owed it to you. It had been the hardest thing to do, but for you, it would always be worth it.

He puts a hand on your knee, his touch warm and reassuring. "Y/n, finding the Protocore is about more than just the Queen. It's about saving her, yes, but it's also about protecting the future and everything that matters in it. And that includes you," he explained, his voice gentle but firm.

You blinked, surprised by the depth of his response. "But what about your feelings for her?" you asked, searching his eyes for answers.

Xavier sighed, his gaze never leaving yours. "My feelings for her are real, just as they are for you. But they're different, too," he paused, trying to articulate what he felt.

"The Queen represents duty, responsibility, and a love that spans lifetimes. But you?" His voice shook as he continued, "You're my present, my partner. My love for you is grounded in the here and now, in the moments we share together." His voice was filled with sincerity.

You looked away once again, trying to process the information. Xavier smiled warmly, "My princess, look at me."

You refused to meet his eyes. "A Queen is better," you mumbled under your breath. "I bet the Queen is prettier because she's in finer clothes and has the riches," you said, pursing your lips in teasing resignation.

Xavier shook his head amusedly and countered, "You as a Queen is not all about beauty or riches. You're brave, kind and selfless. No different from what you are now because you are her and she is you. You are my constant. Always have been, always will be."

A playful, frustrated whine left your lips. Xavier let out a light chuckle. Any sound from you is music to his ears. "No matter if you're a Queen or a worm, I love you no matter what."

An unexpected burst of laughter escaped your lips before you could stop it. "A worm?" you said in disbelief.

"Yes, a worm. You'll be the cutest worm," Xavier chimed, beaming at finally being able to make you laugh again.

The moonlight shone on you from the windows, highlighting the soft contours of your face, making his heart melt at the sight. He looked up to the moon and smiled to himself.

As the laughter died down, Xavier reached out and tenderly placed your hands in his. In a soft voice, he explained, "My love, like the various phases of the moon during different periods of time, you remain the same moon I will ever love. It doesn't matter what timeline you are in. What I feel for you will never change—a love that knows no bounds and transcends time and space."

Seeing your softened state, Xavier wrapped an arm around your shoulder, tugging you close to his side.

"And if it makes it any better... you're my first kiss," Xavier said with pride before rubbing his neck, blushing, "and my first... you know..."

"Am I really? Have you not even kissed the other two before?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow skeptically, leaning away.

"Nope," he said, cheerfully soft, pulling you snug against him. Perplexed, you asked, "But why?"

He brushed a lock of hair from your face as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "Maybe because you're my favorite." He traced a finger along your jawline and looked straight into your eyes, giving you the sweetest smile that contrasted his husky whisper.

Your eyes widened in shock, he never failed to leave you blushing profusely. Xavier smiled in triumph as he saw your flushed cheeks and pulled you into his embrace, nestling your head onto his chest. He whispered, "I love you, y/n. Forever and always."

Melting into his warmth, your heart fluttered as you returned the hug. You then smiled as you felt a déjà vu moment. "I guess now I know why you were so jealous of Lumiere..."

"Do not speak of him," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. His head was slightly tilted and shaking as he gave you sad puppy eyes, which made you giggle softly.

"I love you too, Lu–" you started teasingly, but stopped as Xavier pulled away to give you a playful look of warning. "Xavier. I was about to say Xavier," you corrected.

"You'd better," Xavier said before giving a peck on your lips, then another, and another, giving you butterfly kisses until you giggled uncontrollably.

As he attacked you relentlessly with kisses all over you, you thought to yourself. Maybe he's right. Knowing that he loved every version of you was beginning to feel comforting—like he's seeing your soul and not just the superficial aspects or your personality. He loves all of it, all of you.

note: The Protocore in MC being the Protocore to save Philos is just a speculation. But man, the future angst if it were true.

here are my other fanfics tagged as #xavierbunbun fanfic, if you're interested :3 thanks for reading~