This was a request made by @sadfragilegirl for a comfort fic! Thank you for the request, this is for you <3 Concept: Xavier notices you struggling, all he wants is to be there for you. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, a wee bit of angst, burnout, anxiety, gn! reader Wordcount: 1010 Masterlist

Xavier started to notice the signs a couple of weeks ago, at first brushing them off as a bad day. That bad day turned into two, then three, then a week. The sparkle in your eyes started to fade as the days went on, but every time he tried to bring it up, he only received a weak smile and an even weaker assurance that you were fine. 

Summary: Xavier and Sylus go to the night-market and enjoy each-other's company

Pairing: Sylus x Xavier (starcrow)

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note: I found that there isn't that many stories for this pairing so I decided to jump in. This is honestly mainly just me practicing but I will probably continue to write for them.

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Walking around the night market, Xavier couldn’t help but let his eyes flit over the people passing by. Feeling secure beside the broad man next to him, he pressed himself closer to him. Sylus looked down slightly to see him tucked to his side, his lips curled up slightly before grabbing Xavier's hand and intertwining their fingers. The night lights casting a warm glow on the couple, Xavier let go of Sylus’ hand and began heading towards a balloon popping booth. 

   “What do you think you’re doing, moon?” Sylus called out, watching as he talked with the person working there. Xavier turned with a gentle smile, “I thought we could try to win the bunny plushie.” 

Sylus smiled softly, rolling his eyes as he stepped towards him. Grabbing the darts from his hand, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, “You could’ve just told me instead of running off.” he murmured, looking into his blue eyes, a light blush spread on Xavier’s cheeks out of embarrassment. Sylus turned away from him, placing himself in front of the booth. Xavier stood behind him, placing his hands in his pockets. He watched as the person working the booth explained the rules of the game. Sylus looked back, shooting him a wink before reaching his hand back and throwing a dart at one of the balloons. They both watched as the dart hit the wood board next to the balloon. 

Xavier snorted, turning around to hide his laugh. Sylus’ ears slowly turned red, clearing his throat he grabbed the other dart, this time narrowing his eyes on the target ( a pink balloon with a :3 face on it). 

“At this point you’ll pop it with your eyes.” Xavier teased, wrapping his arms around Sylus’ waist. Sylus huffed, “do you want your plushie or not?”, he could practically see Xavier’s slight grin . 

“Mmm yes.”

“Then stop distracting me.” he pushed his arms away, raising an eyebrow at Xavier. 

Chuckling, he stepped back, raising his arms in mock surrender, “Alright, alright.” he smiled softly. 

Sylus turned back around, breathing in deeply before throwing the other dart, successfully popping the (stupid) balloon. The person working the booth cheered, “only two more popped balloons!”. Sylus grumbled to himself, “stupid plushie.” 

“Hmm? What did you say?” Xavier leaned sideways, trying to look at Sylus’ face, “nothing.”

Grabbing another dart, he settled his ruby eyes on the other balloon that seemed to be taunting him. The things he does for his moon, positioning himself to throw the next dart he couldn’t help but wonder if he could just use his evol. Eyes narrowing, he finally threw the dart and watched the balloon pop. 

Xavier gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders in excitement, “Only one more sy!” his eyes softened at the happiness on his face, smiling softly he pressed a small kiss on his lips before turning back to the board of balloons. Breathing deeply he settled himself back into position. 

Xavier couldn’t help but be amused at how serious Sylus was taking this, you would think he was going to shoot someone or something. He laughed softly, hiding behind his hand. Still though, he was excited for the giant bunny plushie that loomed over them. How was he going to carry it home? That seemed like a Sylus problem. 

Throwing the last dart, they all once again watched as the balloon popped, Xavier erupted in cheers, hugging Sylus’ arm. Meanwhile Sylus tried to contain his excitement, instead focusing on the joy shining in Xavier’s eyes. Grinning he leaned down, noses brushing against each other, “Did I do good moon?” mirth twinkling in his ruby eyes. Xavier smiled and nodded before reaching up and softly pressing a kiss on his cheek. “You did good, Sy.” he let out softly, reaching a hand up and caressing his cheek. Sylus leans towards his hand, seemingly forgetting about the prize he won. Their moment was broken by the worker, “uhm... here you go!” handing them the oversized bunny. Xavier reached to grab it from her hands, shoving his face into the soft texture of the plush. “Thank you.” Sylus smiled politely, placing his hand on Xavier’s waist, guiding him to one of the benches nearby. 

 “That thing is larger than you, moon.” Sylus teased, patting Xavier’s soft silver hair. 

Trying to find a way to sit down with this big ass bunny seemed to be its own challenge, chuckling Sylus grabbed part of the plushie. Settling down the plushie sat on top of both of their laps. 

Hi all! It's been a while since I wrote anything so to get back into the swing of things, here's a little Xavier short. Might do similar shorts for the other guys too, we'll see. Concept: You find him sleeping and take some time to admire him. Tags: Pure fluff Word Count: 589 Masterlist

The golden rays of the setting sun glimmered across his long lashes, bounced off his soft hair, and illuminated him like the star he really was. Your eyes scanned his peaceful face as he dozed on your couch. He looked truly ethereal, from the smooth skin, the subtle sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks, the way his hair fell across his face, and the slight pout playing on his lips. Those damn lips. They always looked so kissable.

You truly are lucky, you often thought to yourself, to have him in your life, for him to be yours. From the moment you met him, fought those wanderers with him, you though he was gorgeous. But he was also so much more than that. As the layers he built fell away, bit by bit, you got glimpses of new sides of him. He was terrible at claw machines for one. The way be sulked every time he failed to catch a plushy always made you giggle. He was also a danger in the kitchen, but you have to admit, he was getting better, determined to make a good meal for the two of you. And you have to admit, it made for a great date in, cooking together, singing silly songs, dancing across the tiles of the kitchen. It just made you fall for him more. And how fierce he was when faced with wanderers, moving in sinc with you to dominate any battlefield. You were a team to be feared for sure. And even after battle, how he would pull you to the side, make sure you weren't injured, and if you were, he'd patch you up the moment the two of you got home. With gentle touches and even gentler words.

You loved him. And he loved you. You wouldn't have it any other way. Your hand reached out instinctively, brushing along the hair fallen into his face, careful not to wake him. It was such a serene scene that you couldn't bring yourself to break that silence, that peace, as he dozed on the sofa, covered in the fluffiest blanket he could find. Your fingers traced across his featured, running from his hair, to his cheeks, brushing lightly across those long lashes that hid his sky blue eyes from view, across his nose, to his lips. You settled on the floor by him, content in taking a moment to just bask in his presence, in those soft breaths escaping him.

Your fingers kept tracing patterns across his face as you lost yourself in the moment, letting the stress of the day melt away, before a voice broke you out of your trance.

"Didn't you say it's rude to stare at someone sleeping?" There was a grogginess in his voice as his eyes squinted open. Your hand froze as your eyes snapped up to meet his, heat filling your cheeks rapidly.

"I… Can't I admire my boyfriend when he's in his happy place?" You stumbled across your words slightly, flustered that you got caught, knowing there's no denying it now.

"My happy place?" He questioned, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, napping on the sofa."

"You're wrong. That's not my happy place." A sparkle of mischief lit up in his eyes, as his arms shot out to pull you up and onto him, your hands flying out to steady yourself as you got hauled up into his embrace. His face quickly buried itself into your neck as his form settled around you.