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[naomiarai]

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[naomiarai]

Hi naomi!! wait can i call you mimi?

absolutely! it honestly feels a bit strange someone calls me naomi on here bc i’m so used to mimi LOL

[naomiarai]

hiiiiiiiiiiii :3

[naomiarai]

kept rewatching xavier saying good girl in his secret time gentle dream and exploded.

[kittenfiles]

Thinking about Xavier, and how he shouldn’t make sense, but somehow, he does. He’s calm, chaotic. Deadly, domestic. Sharp-eyed and soft-voiced. Everything about him feels like a contradiction, but instead of clashing, those pieces settle into something steady.

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.

And somehow, also the most chaotic and unhinged.

[kittenfiles]

Sometimes Xavier just hits different.

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.

He’s way more layered than that. Xavier is capable, perceptive, fierce, comforting and vulnerable at the same time.

[xavierfrogprincess]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE AT THE BACK ....

[kittenfiles]

YOU KNOW WHAT? I WILL JUST DO THAT!

📢🗯️

(Okay, that actually helped a little.)

[im-0-0]

I'M PEOPLE IN THE BACK I'M HEARING

[kittenfiles]

📢📢🗯️🗯️ Okay I take that as an invitation to drop my unhinged yet serious essay about the topic of Xavier and sleep. Here we go. It’s a rant. So I don’t know if anyone wants to read this. But I bring good arguments. (I think.) Well, this is my half-serious, half-funny take, I also kinda want to do a more serious analysis on this in another post (maybe??). But let’s start with the most basic stuff first.

(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. 😴

—-

📢📢 🗯️ 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.

In my next essay I will…

[naomiarai]

a lil drabble based on this!

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.

​“you brought this on yourself,” zayne whispers against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “now, stay right there. let me listen to your heart race for me.”

[starryeyed-knight]

paper rings (and all my dreams)

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.

"Sorry," is the first word from your mouth, setting down the folded paper in your hands.

Xavier stares at the pale blue paper, and the lavender colored paper ring it goes with, both sitting innocently in front of you.

There's a distant, hazy memory of folding them. A late afternoon, school uniforms, a wooden sword. A sweet smile that had always been for you, then and now. Butterflies in your stomach, heart racing in your chest. Promises in paper of never being apart.

Something that felt like yours, but not. A dream, or a vision. A promise of something that was supposed to come, or already had. The strangest rush of déjà vu you'd ever experienced.

Xavier's eyes glaze over, far away from here, and you rush out, "I just—I was looking for that photo album, and I didn't—I was curious, and I didn't think you'd mind. I'm so—"

"It's okay."

His voice eases you in an instant, and he carefully steps around each preserved physical memory until he's sinking down next to you. He lifts a folded note, handing it to you, and your heart skips a beat when you open it.

Words are scrawled back and forth along every inch of the lined page, along with doodles of shooting stars and flowers. You brush your thumb over the familiar scrawl of his letters, asking to meet up after class again, and then look towards the even more familiar handwriting.

"Was this…" You swallow, brows furrowed, still struggling with the surge of countless memories that swam through your mind now. "…me?"

"Yeah." His voice is soft, pensive, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Reading over the innocent conversation passed between friends in the back of a classroom. "I kept stuff from the first time I met you. And the second. And now, too."

"I can tell," you murmur, glancing over the movie tickets from one of your first dates. Used hotpot coupons, pressed flowers, bookmarks he'd borrowed from you, leftover photobooth pictures.

"I'm sorry," he's the one to mumble it this time, and you try to look at him, but his face is buried against your neck, refusing to let you see. "I need you to know that I don't expect you to be anybody other than who you are now. I just…"

"I know, love," you whisper, carding your fingers through his hair.

For as long as he lived, and long it was, he never wanted to forget.

He never wanted to forget you.

You let him hide his expression against you until he's ready to show it, and you smile down at him when he lets you see his honesty, and his anxiety. Face flushed, eyes wide and uncertain, then fluttering closed when you press a kiss to his frown, easing all that tension away.

"Tell me about it?" you ask, any possible trepidation erased by hope, nostalgia you wanted to make your own as much as his. "About…me?"

You gravitate towards the faded charms that are tied together, two stars linked. His lashes flutter when you lift it, tears clinging to the ends when you smile at the plush fabric.

Turning back to him, your smile widens, thumb wiping away the tear that stubbornly escapes his eyes.

"About us?"

He blinks a few times, wiping his other eye, and reaches for the paper rings.

"The first time I met you, you were sweet, and shy, and saw me when nobody else did." He runs his thumb along the purple paper, tracing each crease in the folds. "I liked you so much, but we ran out of time."

He takes your hand in his.

"The second time, you were fierce, a force to be reckoned with, and fought me on everything." He smiles, a chuckle caught in his throat, as his fingers gently caress your ring finger. "I knew I was in love with you then. I knew I always had been. But I let you down. I'm sorry I let you down."

"And now?" you breathe out, meeting the question in his gaze with a nod.

"Now," he whispers, sliding the paper ring up onto your finger until it's nestled where it was always meant to be, "you're kind, and you're relentless, and I love you. You're the strongest person I know, and you feel like home, and the rest of my life. You're everything to me."

Xavier's forehead rests against yours, his nose nuzzling against yours. Then along your cheek, until his lips are pressed to your ear, so you don't miss a single word.

"I want our life in pictures that I can look at with you. I want our books sharing the same shelves. I want to grow a garden together. I want to go to sleep with you, to dream of you, and wake up to you."

He's holding you tighter and tighter, and you're giggling, burying your face against his neck when he keeps rambling.

"I want you to tell me my cooking is bad, and that I drive too fast, and that I snore a little sometimes. I want you to get mad at me and I want to make it better. I want to be a better person for you."

"Xavier—"

"I want to get a little jealous sometimes—"

"A little?"

"And I want to keep you in our bed for days until you can't walk—"

"Xavier!"

You're laughing, and he's laughing, and you pull back to cup his face in your hands. You see him now with no more masks, no cards kept against his chest. Just him, and you, and what sounds like…

"Xavier," you say again, slowly, watching his eyes widen when you ask, "are you proposing right now?"

The prettiest pink blooms across his cheeks, and his eyes dart away, then back again when you gently shake his face for his attention.

"I'll do it again. I'll do it better," he promises, and you laugh, a choked but happy sound. He looks back down at the paper ring on your hand, his blush spreading to his ears. "I'll get you a better one."

"I like this one," you stubbornly insist, and now he laughs, his body beginning to emit a golden glow that only grows brighter.

To make your point, you take his hand in yours, sliding the blue paper ring onto his finger until it fits just as snugly as the one on yours.

"I want all that too," you whisper, gazing up at him, and you hear his breath catch in his throat. "I want you when you laugh, and when you're pouty, and all jealous too. I want to kick you out of the kitchen when you make the smoke alarm go off again. I want to go grocery shopping with you, and hold hands on the subway after work, and do taxes together."

His nose wrinkles. "I hate taxes."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss the pout right off his face again. He leans in for another when you pull back, and you melt into him, wrapped around each other for kiss after kiss.

"But I'll do them with you." Xavier rests his face against your neck again, your fingers running through his hair. "I'll do everything with you, my starlight. Always."

You smile, looking at the paper ring on your hand. Grateful for every version of you that you'd been, for every you that he's loved. That you found each other again, and get to be in love now.

"Always," you murmur, and hold him close.

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[naomiarai]

absolutely adorable.

[naomiarai]

ANOTHER XAVIER GIRLIE? BRO IS SO UNDERRATED OMG I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THE XAVIER GIRLIES!☹️💕💓💗

thank uuu eheheh >:3 xavier girls unite!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[naomiarai]

need infold to release a xav kindle where puffball is just jumping on his fluffy hair and being an adorable lil thing. because let me tell you, i rewatch the little bird on zayne’s head from his spring card last year (fragrant possession) ALL the time. it’s so fucking cute i just can’t

[naomiarai]

wait, bonus points if mc gets jealous of puffball LMAOOO

[naomiarai]

need infold to release a xav kindle where puffball is just jumping on his fluffy hair and being an adorable lil thing. because let me tell you, i rewatch the little bird on zayne’s head from his spring card last year (fragrant possession) ALL the time. it’s so fucking cute i just can’t

[naomiarai]

a lil drabble based on this!

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.

​“you brought this on yourself,” zayne whispers against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “now, stay right there. let me listen to your heart race for me.”

[naomiarai]

I think its really cute how you have designated cute symbols for your moots !!

i’m glad u think so! i have fun picking em out lol >:D

[naomiarai]

HI!!!!!!!!! it's been so long omg i'm so happy to see you active <3

NIAAAAAA!! hii!! how are u omg, it’s really been forever. that’s so sweet! mimi has gotten the motivation again lol <33

[naomiarai]

MIMI ITS 1 AM IN JAPAN WHY AREN'T U BED I GOOGLED IT!!

HEY! I’LL GET TO IT OKAY? 😒

[naomiarai]

imagine zayne checking your rapid heartbeat with his stethoscope as you struggle to ride his cock from overstimulation after he made you cum 3 times as punishment

[naomiarai]

xavier. xavier cock on tongue. xavier cock on tongue + cumming. (•_•)