“Three hours past midnight”
(A Xavier x Non!Mc Reader fic)
🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟
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TW: Angst,
Slight implications of Lemon
Heavily written from the Reader’s perspective
🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟
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Three hours past midnight…
It is often termed by many as the witches’ hour,
Although that wasn’t the only expression you’ve come across throughout the days of your existence.
‘Devil’s hour’, ‘time of pure evil’, ‘juncture in time bridging the world of the spirits with the world of the mortals’, 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 mirror….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 sack…
“Umm…”, your nightly stroll was successfully done for…
But being a honest samaritan, you couldn’t leave him be there…so you got down to your knees and gently shook his arm…
No response.
“Umm excuse me, mister”,
No response.
You continued your motions for several minutes, when finally tickling a leaf against his nose did the job.
“Huh…?”, his voice seemed as soft as the fluffy clouds above…
“Hello hi sorry for waking you up but…you’re literally sleeping on the grass?”
He groaned, rubbing his eyes, as he slowly stretched and sat up…
“Sorry…I got drowsy…”
You nodded sympathetically, you couldn’t relate…
“Where do you live? I can help you get there or if it’s far away you can stay the night at mine…it is 3 in the morning after all…”
“Hmm?”
“I said—”
“No I heard you…well I live few blocks away…”
“Well then…you’re welcomed to rest the night at mine…”
“…”
“…”
“As long as you’re not a criminal or robber or—”
“Xavier. Deepspace Hunter working under the Hunters’ Association.”, he cut you off speaking up.
You nod, “(Name). I work as a—”, you stop as you catch him dozing off while standing…huh…
“Wait wait wait! Don’t doze off here again!”
….
Three hours past midnight…
Your lips always curl up at the reminiscence of that night when you’d first met your now boyfriend…who would whether or whether not given the chance could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the consequences…
You let out a silent giggle remembering the midnight you’d confessed to him your feelings, right after several months of hangouts and meet-ups…
Upon returning back home, you’d call him like usual interrogating about his day and work…your conversation would only carry on further if he’d give you the green signal that the Wanderers weren’t annoying stressful that day…let’s say every night you got that green signal…
What would you do? You would yap on about your day, while he would listen listen listen…
“Xavi…did you fall asleep?”
“Perfectly awake my star…”
Oh did you forget to mention about the nickname he’d given you….the one that made you believe you were celestial…
you would internally squeal each time he would call you so…
Anyways…so after you were done going on about his and yours day…you let out the buildup inside your heart…
“Xavi…I need to tell you something…”
“Anything my star…I’m all ears…”
“I think…”
“I think I’ve fallen for you…fallen in too deep…”
And it was true…you were far gone…
Silence coursed through the call…you tensed…did you mess up?
“X-Xavier…?”
*tring*
The call died…
So did a big part inside of you…
Had you messed up that bad…you just wanted to confess to him…just—
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
You looked through the peephole, before opening
“Xavier—mmf…”
He kissed you…the kiss that made you feel the energy of a million stars…
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Three hours past midnight…
He was so silly
He was so soft
He was so sweet
He was so yours…
Looking up at the ceiling, as your eyes trail back to his sleeping form on the right side of your bed…the 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 Association…
Yet he possessed his weaknesses, he couldn’t get a single plushie from the Arcade and which would always leave him frustrated every time you had Arcade dates…his insistence surpassed your advices everytime, deeming the same result each time…
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 he’d worry his pretty head about you each night, so he thought he should make you some hot milk, maybe it would help you…
He was super insistent…and all you could do was pray…pray that your kitchen lives to see the light of the upcoming day…
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“The milk wasn’t supposed to spill all over, now was it Xavi?”
“…”
“…No…”
You sigh as the both of you clean up the disaster that was now your kitchen…
“This is the reason why I tell you to not touch anything in a kitchen…but who listens to me…you even burned yourself Xavier! What am I to do to you—”
Your words died out, as you felt warmth settle around your waist, holding you securely in place…
“You have no right to scold me my star…I was only looking out for you…”
Kisses glide down your neck traversing towards your shoulders, as if dew drops trickling down a leaf stalk…
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Three hours past midnight…
Strong arms lift you up in bridal style carrying you to the haven you two had built within those four walls of your bedroom…
“Mm… *kiss* Xavi… *kiss* the kitch- *kiss*”
“It will survive…now I want your entire attention on me…”, that was your man…always jealous of the little things in your life, whenever you’d value them more than him…how dare you…
He was so gentle, so soft so fluffy looking…he played the innocence card very strategically using his face…who could tell otherwise right? But you knew…you knew he was anything but pure…
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 body…finally 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 windows…His other hand continue it’s exploration down to your thighs, spreading then apart, as he massages them…
Soft sinful moans of pleasure spill out of your lips as your hands secure around his neck…but your lips never leave his, as if caught up in a deadlock…You palms slowly descend down to his shirt, unbuttoning each hastily and carelessly…you needed him…his own hands soon join helping you discard the fabrics which constrained both your bodies…
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 him…the ecstasy that made you feel one with the Earth…
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 ‘opposites attract’. Your beliefs of the Earthly forces being ever so stronger than those of the Universe proved to grow stronger…you didn’t want anything that transcended you to the beyonds…all you wanted was to become one with the Earth, the absolute holism he brought upon your life…Opposites yet so alike…. ‘He was Sunshine while you were Midnight Rain…’
a melody as grounded and pure as Nature herself…
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Three hours past midnight…
Who would have known Fate, Herself would descend down upon the Earth, directly into the new beginning of your chapter, pulling her strings to work…
You met her today…she was a relatively new Hunter who had joined only a month ago…yet her skills knew no bounds…
She was honeyed like the warm breeze during the Spring,
She was as fresh as a newly bloomed delicate flower—as charismatic as the Golden Hour of the Evening…
She had made you drawn to her with just one conversation…
How did you meet? Well you used good friends with Tara from before she joined at the Association she wouldn’t stop gushing about her partner and her talent…that’s how sweet she was…
But one thought which kept gnawing it’s way through your heart and mind was…
‘How come Xavier never told me about her…he does tell me of everything about his day and work…’
Not like he was bound to or anything to you…no…
Maybe they aren’t close enough, yet.
but…you couldn’t figure out the unsettling feeling that started blooming inside of your heart…
Where did you meet? A few evenings back, at Destiny Cafe.
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Three hours past midnight…
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 thing…you always wanted your boyfriend to get along with his colleagues as well as possible…
He has become busier than ever…
Weeks pass, so does a month…everything begins so gradually. The calls start to become less, so do the texts…Dates cease to exist, he doesn’t come over anymore…
There was always one reason…
“I’m sorry my star I’m too tired after today’s mission, cannot keep my eyes open for too long…”
“Miss U.”
“Promise U will meet up soon later…”
Promises, promises so many promises, piled up, stack after stack, all of them failed to get executed…
Still you hold onto them…
hold onto something hollow…
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Three hours past midnight…
You lay up alone in your bed, basking in the coldness of your epiphany…
What epiphany you ask? It was the sudden illumination, forcefully introduced by the universe into the warm darkness of your nights…
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 didn’t tell you he’d be out…you’d texted him earlier…
He said he was busy. Busy for you, but not for her…when will he come to visit next? All sorts of thoughts seemed to clutter up together inside of your mind…
…They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul…is 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 speak…
It was nothing like you’d ever witnessed or experienced first hand.
Were you overthinking? Or were you just devoid of thoughts?
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Three hours past midnight…
Time was eternal yet relative, is that why it seemed to loop along the curvature of the broken record player that you’d 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 solve…Alas 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 you…
You witnessed the way she’d 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 cosmic…as 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 be…
You’d lost track of the time since he stopped calling you ‘his star’, you weren’t that, never, it was all a hoax…you were a ‘failed star’. 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 you’ve 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 nights…
The darkness which you’d (once) embraced and loved.
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Three hours past midnight…
You’d 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 friendship…and how significant they had shaped to be in your life…
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 ‘Soulmates’.
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.
“You hated how you longed for your forgotten trysts.”
“You hated every fatal fantasy that creeped through your mind.”
“You hated how you’ve done each of them with him all in your head.”
“You hated how it paved the way to your laboured breaths, every night.”
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 wasn’t true, and the amount of times he’d 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 weep…weep and weep…
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 wasn’t his second favorite place of slumber any longer, but it was her apartment.
You hated how you’ve 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 mistaken…that he was still yours…that he loved you…
You hate how half of you was still living with a fool’s paradise, embracing every wishful thinking clutching them close to the chambers of your heart so they couldn’t escape…
You hated how the other half was ever so rational, and had achieved it’s closure.
You hated how you’d made him your North Star…but 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 it’s fundamental significance.
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Three hours past midnight…
You had officially lost the ability of a writer of the story of your life…being reduced to merely a narrator of your own chapters, forced to narrate yourself and only yourself while Fate played with the Story of your Life…
Once again it has been proved that the auspicious forces always stood victorious over the malevolent ones…you remembered the famous saying,
‘History repeats itself, First as a Tragedy, Second as a Farce…’
How foolish of you to believe that the forces of the Universe emerged victorious for they were superior and coerced the other inferior…
How foolish of you to believe in the false amity of these forces you’d been long acquainted with…
The monster underneath your bed re-emerged, so did the hand reaching out to you from behind the mirror…
but they weren’t 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 ‘the planet shaped purple promise rings that you never had the chance to gift to him’…, head buried on his side of the bed, drenching your bed-sheets which used to be once ablaze in his presence…
But you pushed them away…far far away…
It was three hours past midnight…
And you were finally feeling drowsy…
Sleepy…
You wanted to sleep, and sleep and sleep…
It was three hours past midnight…
When you had finally succumbed to the slumber that drowned you into the land of illusions…
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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.)
