âThree hours past midnightâ
(A Xavier x Non!Mc Reader fic)
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TW: Angst,
Slight implications of Lemon
Heavily written from the Readerâs perspective
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Three hours past midnightâŚ
It is often termed by many as the witchesâ hour,
Although that wasnât the only expression youâve come across throughout the days of your existence.
âDevilâs hourâ, âtime of pure evilâ, âjuncture in time bridging the world of the spirits with the world of the mortalsâ, yada yada; were among the many.
Initially when you were little, you too would be scared of the monster underneath your bed, or the hand that would come to reach out from behind the mirrorâŚ.but
Being blessed with Insomnia, you slowly learnt to co-exist among the forces.
Maybe your amity with these forces proved to be stronger than those of the universe,
Resulting in your encounter with a certain Deepspace Hunter, sleeping amongst the bushes, the earth providing him with a humble sackâŚ
âUmmâŚâ, your nightly stroll was successfully done forâŚ
But being a honest samaritan, you couldnât leave him be thereâŚso you got down to your knees and gently shook his armâŚ
No response.
âUmm excuse me, misterâ,
No response.
You continued your motions for several minutes, when finally tickling a leaf against his nose did the job.
âHuhâŚ?â, his voice seemed as soft as the fluffy clouds aboveâŚ
âHello hi sorry for waking you up butâŚyouâre literally sleeping on the grass?â
He groaned, rubbing his eyes, as he slowly stretched and sat upâŚ
âSorryâŚI got drowsyâŚâ
You nodded sympathetically, you couldnât relateâŚ
âWhere do you live? I can help you get there or if itâs far away you can stay the night at mineâŚit is 3 in the morning after allâŚâ
âHmm?â
âI saidââ
âNo I heard youâŚwell I live few blocks awayâŚâ
âWell thenâŚyouâre welcomed to rest the night at mineâŚâ
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
âAs long as youâre not a criminal or robber orââ
âXavier. Deepspace Hunter working under the Huntersâ Association.â, he cut you off speaking up.
You nod, â(Name). I work as aââ, you stop as you catch him dozing off while standingâŚhuhâŚ
âWait wait wait! Donât doze off here again!â
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
Your lips always curl up at the reminiscence of that night when youâd first met your now boyfriendâŚwho would whether or whether not given the chance could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the consequencesâŚ
You let out a silent giggle remembering the midnight youâd confessed to him your feelings, right after several months of hangouts and meet-upsâŚ
Upon returning back home, youâd call him like usual interrogating about his day and workâŚyour conversation would only carry on further if heâd give you the green signal that the Wanderers werenât annoying stressful that dayâŚletâs say every night you got that green signalâŚ
What would you do? You would yap on about your day, while he would listen listen listenâŚ
âXaviâŚdid you fall asleep?â
âPerfectly awake my starâŚâ
Oh did you forget to mention about the nickname heâd given youâŚ.the one that made you believe you were celestialâŚ
you would internally squeal each time he would call you soâŚ
AnywaysâŚso after you were done going on about his and yours dayâŚyou let out the buildup inside your heartâŚ
âXaviâŚI need to tell you somethingâŚâ
âAnything my starâŚIâm all earsâŚâ
âI thinkâŚâ
âI think Iâve fallen for youâŚfallen in too deepâŚâ
And it was trueâŚyou were far goneâŚ
Silence coursed through the callâŚyou tensedâŚdid you mess up?
âX-XavierâŚ?â
*tring*
The call diedâŚ
So did a big part inside of youâŚ
Had you messed up that badâŚyou just wanted to confess to himâŚjustâ
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
You looked through the peephole, before opening
âXavierâmmfâŚâ
He kissed youâŚthe kiss that made you feel the energy of a million starsâŚ
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
He was so silly
He was so soft
He was so sweet
He was so yoursâŚ
Looking up at the ceiling, as your eyes trail back to his sleeping form on the right side of your bedâŚthe one which had become his second favorite spot for slumber.
Who would be able to tell apart such a peaceful and innocent face that he was one of the most skilled Deepspace Hunters of the AssociationâŚ
Yet he possessed his weaknesses, he couldnât get a single plushie from the Arcade and which would always leave him frustrated every time you had Arcade datesâŚhis insistence surpassed your advices everytime, deeming the same result each timeâŚ
To calm him down? All it took was a soft kiss on the cheek, and a few words of affirmation.
Of course he knew you were an insomniac and heâd worry his pretty head about you each night, so he thought he should make you some hot milk, maybe it would help youâŚ
He was super insistentâŚand all you could do was prayâŚpray that your kitchen lives to see the light of the upcoming dayâŚ
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
âThe milk wasnât supposed to spill all over, now was it Xavi?â
ââŚâ
ââŚNoâŚâ
You sigh as the both of you clean up the disaster that was now your kitchenâŚ
âThis is the reason why I tell you to not touch anything in a kitchenâŚbut who listens to meâŚyou even burned yourself Xavier! What am I to do to youââ
Your words died out, as you felt warmth settle around your waist, holding you securely in placeâŚ
âYou have no right to scold me my starâŚI was only looking out for youâŚâ
Kisses glide down your neck traversing towards your shoulders, as if dew drops trickling down a leaf stalkâŚ
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
Strong arms lift you up in bridal style carrying you to the haven you two had built within those four walls of your bedroomâŚ
âMm⌠*kiss* Xavi⌠*kiss* the kitch- *kiss*â
âIt will surviveâŚnow I want your entire attention on meâŚâ, that was your manâŚalways jealous of the little things in your life, whenever youâd value them more than himâŚhow dare youâŚ
He was so gentle, so soft so fluffy lookingâŚhe played the innocence card very strategically using his faceâŚwho could tell otherwise right? But you knewâŚyou knew he was anything but pureâŚ
Flopping you down onto your bed, his mouth crashed against yours once more, his tongue soon finding homage inside of the warm cavern of the inside of your mouth while his hands carry out their own artistic endeavour down all over your bodyâŚfinally reaching their destination once he pulls down the straps of your night-dress ever so delicately, the cold breeze of the outside creeping through your skin from outside you closed off windowsâŚHis other hand continue itâs exploration down to your thighs, spreading then apart, as he massages themâŚ
Soft sinful moans of pleasure spill out of your lips as your hands secure around his neckâŚbut your lips never leave his, as if caught up in a deadlockâŚYou palms slowly descend down to his shirt, unbuttoning each hastily and carelesslyâŚyou needed himâŚhis own hands soon join helping you discard the fabrics which constrained both your bodiesâŚ
He broke the kiss to breathe, breathe for the both of you for you had forgotten what perception was, being so lost within each new sensation provided to you by himâŚthe ecstasy that made you feel one with the EarthâŚ
Had you confided within yourself, how much illumination your Light Evolver brought into the dark nights of your soul? You two were the pinnacle of the famous saying âopposites attractâ. Your beliefs of the Earthly forces being ever so stronger than those of the Universe proved to grow strongerâŚyou didnât want anything that transcended you to the beyondsâŚall you wanted was to become one with the Earth, the absolute holism he brought upon your lifeâŚOpposites yet so alikeâŚ. âHe was Sunshine while you were Midnight RainâŚâ
a melody as grounded and pure as Nature herselfâŚ
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
Who would have known Fate, Herself would descend down upon the Earth, directly into the new beginning of your chapter, pulling her strings to workâŚ
You met her todayâŚshe was a relatively new Hunter who had joined only a month agoâŚyet her skills knew no boundsâŚ
She was honeyed like the warm breeze during the Spring,
She was as fresh as a newly bloomed delicate flowerâas charismatic as the Golden Hour of the EveningâŚ
She had made you drawn to her with just one conversationâŚ
How did you meet? Well you used good friends with Tara from before she joined at the Association she wouldnât stop gushing about her partner and her talentâŚthatâs how sweet she wasâŚ
But one thought which kept gnawing itâs way through your heart and mind wasâŚ
âHow come Xavier never told me about herâŚhe does tell me of everything about his day and workâŚâ
Not like he was bound to or anything to youâŚnoâŚ
Maybe they arenât close enough, yet.
butâŚyou couldnât figure out the unsettling feeling that started blooming inside of your heartâŚ
Where did you meet? A few evenings back, at Destiny Cafe.
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
They get paired up for almost every mission, or he would suggest he should accompany her. Their bond seemed to be strengthening, it was a good thingâŚyou always wanted your boyfriend to get along with his colleagues as well as possibleâŚ
He has become busier than everâŚ
Weeks pass, so does a monthâŚeverything begins so gradually. The calls start to become less, so do the textsâŚDates cease to exist, he doesnât come over anymoreâŚ
There was always one reasonâŚ
âIâm sorry my star Iâm too tired after todayâs mission, cannot keep my eyes open for too longâŚâ
âMiss U.â
âPromise U will meet up soon laterâŚâ
Promises, promises so many promises, piled up, stack after stack, all of them failed to get executedâŚ
Still you hold onto themâŚ
hold onto something hollowâŚ
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
You lay up alone in your bed, basking in the coldness of your epiphanyâŚ
What epiphany you ask? It was the sudden illumination, forcefully introduced by the universe into the warm darkness of your nightsâŚ
You were at Destiny Cafe this evening, for a cup of coffee, where you saw the two of them together. Maybe they were discussing about a mission? Maybe status reports of the previous day? How come he didnât tell you heâd be outâŚyouâd texted him earlierâŚ
He said he was busy. Busy for you, but not for herâŚwhen will he come to visit next? All sorts of thoughts seemed to clutter up together inside of your mindâŚ
âŚThey say that the eyes are the windows to the soulâŚis that why when you saw his, your whole world suddenly seemed to come to stop? You cannot explain the warmth and color that emerged from the depths, of his being.
The empty galaxy within his eyes get slowly suffused with constellations of stars.
Each one holding a significant message.
Every time she would talk or chat or speakâŚ
It was nothing like youâd ever witnessed or experienced first hand.
Were you overthinking? Or were you just devoid of thoughts?
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
Time was eternal yet relative, is that why it seemed to loop along the curvature of the broken record player that youâd been reduced to, ever so slowly? Each day had become a realisation factor of the equation the two of them seemed to hold out to you, for you to solveâŚAlas you were only a writer, so you phrased them using your thread of words, sewing pages upon pages, until the fabric of reality was ready to be worn by youâŚ
You witnessed the way sheâd transformed the barren planet of his heart (which you never knew existed) with the beautiful blossoms of life, colour and seasons. The love he held behind his eyes for her was cosmicâŚas if it has been deep-rooted throughout centuries waiting for the perfect moment to be poured out and the moment was now. You saw how perfectly the colors of his soul blended with hers, every hue and gloss intermingling with one another ever so perfectly, as if it was meant to beâŚ
Youâd lost track of the time since he stopped calling you âhis starâ, you werenât that, never, it was all a hoaxâŚyou were a âfailed starâ. You never knew much about how the forces of the universe functioned, forever afraid of the flight that may crash you down upon the rough hard ground of reality, hence youâve always been too grounded to Earth, in that way gravity could never hurt you anymore right?
But now that you saw them, it was as if seeing the cosmos was celebrating the union of the souls, without whom She had been so long shrouded within the darkness of the nightsâŚ
The darkness which youâd (once) embraced and loved.
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
Youâd drank a lot tonight.
You hated her.
Hated her guts, for stealing the light of your life.
You hated the fact that you could simply and truly never loathe her and her friendshipâŚand how significant they had shaped to be in your lifeâŚ
You hated the fact that you were one with the dark nights.
You hated the audacity of Fate to mingle with the strings of your life as if it were Her story.
You hated that you had to be forced in the concept of âSoulmatesâ.
You hated how the two of them were the epitome of that meaning.
You hated how their existence even surpassed the Metaphysical realm of beliefs.
âYou hated how you longed for your forgotten trysts.â
âYou hated every fatal fantasy that creeped through your mind.â
âYou hated how youâve done each of them with him all in your head.â
âYou hated how it paved the way to your laboured breaths, every night.â
You hated how he would not even remember you anymore or have the minute decency to even call you up or text you.
You hated because you knew it wasnât true, and the amount of times heâd tried to reach out before it all faded to the point of exhaustion.
You hated how you dissociated yourself from their lives, letting them live as the Universe had wished for.
You hated how his voice would ring in your ears every morning, day, evening and night and all you could do was weepâŚweep and weepâŚ
You hated how you often you weeped in the coldness of your bed, alone with no one to hold onto.
You hated that your bed wasnât his second favorite place of slumber any longer, but it was her apartment.
You hated how youâve lost track of time.
You hated how you longed to understand the ways of the cosmos.
You hated how you wanted to run to him and cry to his chest.
You hated how you wanted yourself to be selfish.
You hated how you wanted him to be happy.
You hated how you wanted to pour yourself out to him, how you wanted to hear along the lines that you were mistaken, utterly mistakenâŚthat he was still yoursâŚthat he loved youâŚ
You hate how half of you was still living with a foolâs paradise, embracing every wishful thinking clutching them close to the chambers of your heart so they couldnât escapeâŚ
You hated how the other half was ever so rational, and had achieved itâs closure.
You hated how youâd made him your North StarâŚbut the poles of your World were never a reality.
You loathed how perfectly they fit against each other as if two puzzle pieces, that gave Love and the Deepspace itâs fundamental significance.
âŚ.
Three hours past midnightâŚ
You had officially lost the ability of a writer of the story of your lifeâŚbeing reduced to merely a narrator of your own chapters, forced to narrate yourself and only yourself while Fate played with the Story of your LifeâŚ
Once again it has been proved that the auspicious forces always stood victorious over the malevolent onesâŚyou remembered the famous saying,
âHistory repeats itself, First as a Tragedy, Second as a FarceâŚâ
How foolish of you to believe that the forces of the Universe emerged victorious for they were superior and coerced the other inferiorâŚ
How foolish of you to believe in the false amity of these forces youâd been long acquainted withâŚ
The monster underneath your bed re-emerged, so did the hand reaching out to you from behind the mirrorâŚ
but they werenât there to hurt you, they were there to comfort you while you pathetically weeped over the love which you never had.
They felt pity, watching you clutch onto your pillow every night and âthe planet shaped purple promise rings that you never had the chance to gift to himââŚ, head buried on his side of the bed, drenching your bed-sheets which used to be once ablaze in his presenceâŚ
But you pushed them awayâŚfar far awayâŚ
It was three hours past midnightâŚ
And you were finally feeling drowsyâŚ
SleepyâŚ
You wanted to sleep, and sleep and sleepâŚ
It was three hours past midnightâŚ
When you had finally succumbed to the slumber that drowned you into the land of illusionsâŚ
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(Credits: ALL GIFs AND IMAGES ARE FROM EITHER PINTEREST OR TUMBLR, NONE OF THEM ARE MINE.)
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(Inspirations from the songs: Midnight Rain and Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift.)
