#xowan fanfic

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LATE NIGHT. . . . XOWAN

note: this kinda sucked and honestly i just admire this crackship

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rowan was never the type to stay up late, unless under necessary circumstances. it was exams week, nevermore was just like every other normie school he attended, sure it was full of blood suckers or psychics but it definitely didn't make a change of how he felt. he was known for being a total loser with 0 social skills, the person who can raise him above the bar a bit was the fact that he is xavier's roommate and that they were friends. rowan crept up quietly to the dorms, carefully not to drop any of his books or a strayed out pen from his sling bag.

he then gets inside theirs, dropping his bag and his books at the desk at his side of the room. xavier was awake, sketching away in his sketchpad. rowan would often wake up to that, just him and his stupid sketchpad. when he first was informed he was his roommate, rowan was a bit scared if he even wanted to actually talk to him because of that hobby. it ended in a situation where xavier had found himself talking with him at his first night in nevermore, to rowan who was fighting his own eyelids to stay up. at that night he seemed to have seen another side of the tortured artist. ever since that night there have been instances where both friends would share their troubles with each other, a heart to heart. rowan felt pity at first then it stupendously grew.

it grew to an unfathomable adoration of his dirty blonde hair and his tall lanky figure. his skillfull hands always wrapped around a paintbrush or a pencil of some sort. he hated the way he looked, such a way that made him want to feel the most unideal emotion ever: infatuation.

little does he know whenever he would quit eyeing him in botany class, xavier would sneak glances towards him.

rowan went into the bathroom with a set of his clothes and changed, he went back out, took off his glasses and set his inhaler on his bedside table to finally throw himself on the bed. thinking he could sleep for the rest of the night and get at least 7 hours of sleep.

"rowan?" he didn't dare move, pretending to be falling asleep. the sound of graphite gliding on paper stopped. he hears shuffling on the bed and then light footsteps, xavier sat on his bed. he gave up.

"mmm?"

"can we talk?" xavier asked him. rowan propped himself up with his elbows to meet with his sea green eyes. "about what?" he asked. "i know this'll be a weird ass question you know, since i'm asking it to a dude and not like -"

"just- just say it." rowan rolls his eyes as xavier spares him his rant and sent him a smile. "would it be weird if... if i had feelings for another guy?"

for a moment, for a moment he thought that he had a chance.

"no its completely normal." he blurts out. xavier raised an eyebrow at him, "do you like guys too?" he questions. rowan blinked twice and sighed, "for the most part yeah." he told him. xavier nodded understandingly. "how did you, y'know, like who like..." he was trying to find the right word, rowan steps in "triggered it?" he guessed in a soft whisper. xavier nodded, "someone that i thought who was anti social." he said, with that statement it could've been anyone. "anywayy-"

rowan grinned at him, "sooo who's the lucky guy?" xavier rolled his eyes "like i'm gonna tell you." he jabs his pointer finger on rowan's chest once and giggled. "what? scared that i'll get him first?" rowan joked. xavier laughs, "in all honesty though, how can you tell if like you actually like the guy or like is it just a handful of platonic feelings in one." he asked.

rowan hums, "let's see you talking about him."

"what?"

"come on now, talk about him, his eyes or whatever features you really love about him."

xavier pursed his lips for a moment and folds his arms, "this is just your way of making me describe who he is." rowan laughed, he laughs along. "oh well, i guess we'll never know how you really feel about him."

the taller boy's smile fades away slowly, his eyebrows knitting together in thought. "well he's a bit stupid and dorky." xavier muttered, sighing afterwards. "we've been friends for a long time, he and i are polar opposites. he may seem dorky but in all honesty he's clever and smarter than the people in this dump." he chuckles, rowan had a feeling it might be ajax or one of the nightshade members. he remained silent, listening intently for what he had to say. xavier took this as a sign to continue.

"well you know it would be unfair if i just sit here and talk about my crush when clearly, i think you need someone to talk to about yours." xavier pointed out. rowan widened his eyes, "you don't want me doing that-"

"but i do." he interrupts him. xavier's green eyes boring right through rowan's doe ones. a genuine moment where rowan wanted to kill himself for even liking this boy. xavier could ask him to do anything with those eyes, tension was thick to the point that his cheeks had a crimson glow. rowan was the first to look away. "fine."

"we'll take turns to make this interesting alright?" rowan nods in agreement. "so we alternately talk about what we like in each other's crushes then we get to have one guess at the end of it. we're not allowed to guess who it is in between telling each other." xavier instructs with a mischievous glint in his eye and a grin on his face. rowan sits up this time.

"you first."

rowan swallows a hard lump in his throat, if he ended up guessing it was him he'd have no problem in denying it. "he's popular." he decides to start slow, which makes xavier raise an eyebrow at him. "he seems to be the laughingstock of the school." rules are being followed so far, rowan didn't want to assume "he's caring and really really talented." xavier blinks, having a bit of a suspicion.

"he has the most adorable eyes."

"he likes to be alone despite being popular."

"he doesn't like to have fun."

"he loves art."

there was silence in the conversation, the more they each shared to each other bits of information of who they liked, both had had small clicks in their heads- a wake up call if you will. this makes rowan nervous because xavier does not mutter a word after what he had shared. rowan gulped, "a-are you done?"

"he's short." rowan chuckles at him, xavier frowns "what?" he asks "nothing."

"he has nice hands."

"he has well kept hair."

"he cares about his hair too much."

"i love his eyes, he wears glasses."

"you just said that- i like how nonchalant he is."

"yeah but they need to hear it more."

"do they?"

"mmmm yeah."

for the next 4 seconds utter silence enters the room, the both of them just staring at each other. xavier groans burying his face in his hands in frustration. "can't play the game anymoreee!" he mumbles, which came out a bit muffled. rowan laughs nervously "what do you mean?" xavier huffs taking rowan's hands, and grasping onto them tightly. "we tell each other who it is right now, on 5."

"what-?" he starts counting from 5 and rowan panics. was he gonna say it, he has to say it, he can't lie! whatever name was about to spit out of xavier's mouth in 5 seconds he'd just have to deal with it.

"you."

it wasn't a name. they both looked up at each other, completely in shock as they stared into each other's eyes once again. rowan couldn't take it anymore, he stands up from his bed and went on his way to leave the dorm "rowan- wait! stop." xavier stammers as he struggles to stand up from the bed and chase rowan right before he could open the door to go out. "you like me?" xavier asked him rowan had his back against the door his hand on the doorknob, ready to swing it open to just escape this situation. xavier's hand caressed his cheek, rowan was surprised he didn't trigger an asthma attack out of him. "yeah." rowan sighs out. next thing he knew, a moment he never knew would ever come, his lips on his as he caressed his cheek, he felt butterflies in his stomach and it was a desire fulfilled indeed.

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