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amphitritesangels · 1 year

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hi merry christmas!! can i make a request for xavier where the reader is used to men only liking her for her looks & she’s asks xavier if he thinks she’s pretty. she asks what he thinks is pretty about her thinking it’ll be physical appearance things but he gives a really sweet answer revolved around her personality. sorry if that doesn’t make sense & thank you in advance <3

° REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Hey, Merry Christmas! Sure thing, I'll give it a go <3

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PRETTY GIRL

Pairings : Xavier Thorpe x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader is mentioned to have siblings

The summer is beginning to wind down. And late August brings with it the last few promises of warm, golden days. You've spent the summer at your familys cottage with Xavier. And It's been nothing short of perfect.

Your family have been incredibly welcoming towards Xavier and all seem to get on with him well. They've already extended an invitation for him to come back next summer. Which he accepted without a second thought.

Your little sister took a particular liking to him and decided to make it her personal mission to spend the whole summer trailing after him. Just like a lost puppy. But it didn't bother him, infact he had begun treating her like his own little sister from the off.

Bike rides along old country lanes were a favourite activity of yours as well as picnics down by the lake. Together, you had gone on numerous adventures too - blackberry picking, kayaking and even saving two ducklings after they had been abandoned by their Mother.

You had spent the entire night sitting up with the two ducklings to make sure that they were okay. Offering them food and water and making sure that they were warm enough. But without their Mother, you were scared that they wouldn't last the night. All the while, Xavier sat up with you, watching you struggle to deal with the cuteness overload that you were experiencing.

When morning came, your Mother had found the two of you curled up on the sofa, with two sleepy - but very much alive ducklings on your lap. She took it as the perfect opportunity to get her camera out.

Being in the great outdoors really is your favourite place to be. Whether you're bathing in the warm sunlight or spinning carelessly in a meadow of wildflowers and begging Xavier to join you - you couldn't be happier if you tried.

And he's in complete awe of that. As cheesy as it sounds, when you're happy, he's happy. His face just says it all really.

But that's just what love is.

Although, sometimes you just can't get your head around it. Navigating romance and the love that surrounds it has been hard for you. Before Xavier came along, boys only really gave you the time of day because of your looks. They never wanted anything serious or anything worth putting effort into. They never wanted to get to know you and how amazing you really are.

And so, you can't help but wonder if Xavier is truly different to them all. If he loves you because of how you look or if he loves you because of who you are inside. And when you go back to school, will it all change?

It's just gone 7pm, and you have decided to take a walk down to the lake with Xavier after dinner. He falls into step beside you and takes your small hand in one of his much larger ones.

With him, he has brought his camera - the one which you had brought him for his birthday earlier this year. It's always on him... he makes sure to keep it safe considering that the majority of your relationship lives on it in picture form.

The two of you make your way through the long grass and wild flowers in a comfortable silence. But he quickly takes note that you are uncharacteristically quiet. He can usually never get you to stop talking infact.

But this time, your mind has wandered off in a completely different direction.

❝What's got you so quiet?❞ He finally asks, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You come to a stop by a willow tree that hangs over the lake and he faces you. Xaviers free hand reaches for your other one and he pulls you towards him.

His eyes search your face - but he's not really sure what he's looking for. Has he done something wrong?

You sigh and turn away from his gaze, "Xavier, do you think I'm pretty?"

He's suprised by your question and hardly believe that those words have come out of your mouth. The only justifiable answer is that you must have gone crazy.

Xaviers fingers reach for your chin, tilting your head towards him so that your eyes meet, "What makes you ask that?"

"I just-" You can't seem to find the right words.

"You know damn well how perfect you are," He begins, fingertips now gliding gently over your cheekbones.

"Just pretty - is the biggest understatement,"

"What's pretty about me?"

He gives you his classic are you serious look in response. You expect him to say something like your hair or your eyes - something along the lines of what you've been told before by others.

He wonders where this has all come from, you've never asked him that before. And you are usually the last person to bring up how you look. Something has made you feel insecure and he is determined to change your mind.

"You care so deeply about all the small things and I think that's really beautiful," He says, lips pulling up into a soft smile.

"You have a big heart and I love how easily entertained you are."

"Seeing you with those ducklings-"

You cut him off by quietly mumbling, "Fuzzy and Wuzzy,"

Xavier rolls his eyes playfully but carries on.

"Seeing you with Fuzzy and Wuzzy - you were so gentle and they had you smiling almost as much as I do."

"You're just amazing."

By now, you're struggling to fight a smile and your cheeks are quickly becoming blushy and pink.

He leans in, his hands now falling to your waist and his lips brush over yours so softly, "Want me to continue?"

If it wasn't clear before, it has to be clear to you now - that boy is something else entirely. He knows all the right things to say to you. And would give you a million more reasons in an instant. All you have to do is ask.

You shake your head, "Thank you, Xavier,"

"Now, what made you think that you weren't pretty?"

"I've only ever been liked cuz' of my looks," You say, turning away from him and looking out across the lake.

"No one wanted to get to know me."

"Just wanted to hear you say differently,"

Your attention slips to the lilac sky and full, fluffy clouds above you. The reflection of which catches on the surface of the water.

But Xavier is quick to pull your attention back to him - he soothes a hand up and down your back and let's the other curl around your waist.

"Well they are missing out, big time."

Thanks for reading! <3

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amphitritesangels · 1 year

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.2

Summary: Denial and weird roommates aren’t helping your health to improve. During the Poe cup, Xavier starts to suspect that something is wrong.

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, swearing.

A/N: definitely not proof-read and English isn’t my mother tongue, but the hype for the angst™ was stronger Also, shitty timeline, I have legit no memory of how long days pass in this show.

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A few days had passed since that night. The frequency of the coughs hadn’t died down, although it was always quite unpredictable. Some days were easier than others, you only sneezed a few petals here and there; but some others were filled with sharp pain in your chest, uncontrollable coughs and whole flowers throwed up at the worst moments. You even started to feel lightheaded sometimes, as the unforgiving pressure on your chest squeezed harder and harder with every cough.

Thankfully you always managed to excuse yourself when you felt the pressure of a rough cough starting to build up in your chest. Like now, you were kneeling on one of the restroom’s floors, bent over the toilet sink and throwing up everything you could to try to free your lungs at least a little. Silently praying that no one was around to hear your choking sounds, you managed to throw out the last flower out of your throat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your trembling hand, you flushed the toilet, watching the white petals coated in blood being washed away. Sighing, you closed the toilet lid and sat on it, burying your face in your hands. Those last days had been hectic and your condition hadn’t improved the slightest. It even seemed worse than before, with some violent setbacks like now. It sometimes felt so hard to breathe for a few minutes, while you had never experienced any serious health issues before.

Maybe it was the stress; after Rowan’s aggression at the fair, Wednesday’s allegations about his death, then him being expelled, nothing made sense these days. Xavier hadn’t mentioned anything from that evening in his dorm. The day after had been a little bit awkward, but then the both of you acted like nothing happened; still, you started to put some distance between you. Firstly because you didn’t want to make things more weird, and second because you didn’t want anyone to know about that strange condition of yours. Plus, the sensation of aching lungs seemed to be worse every time you were around him. It surely didn’t mean anything, but it was a good excuse to avoid him until your health improved.

Checking your phone you noticed that your next class was about to start in a few minutes. So you gathered yourself, wiped the last remaining traces of tears or blood on your face, and got out of the restroom.

You slid on your seat in literature class just in time before the teacher started their lecture. Trying to pull out your notes and pen the more discreetly you could, you didn’t notice the worried look Xavier gave you from across the room. It wasn’t like you at all to be late for class. Even less to be so clumsy, he noted internally as you dropped your pen for the third time in five minutes. Xavier frowned. Something felt off about you and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it deep down. You had left his dorm hurriedly last time ; he didn’t know exactly why but he still had the feeling he had something to do with it.

So when class was dismissed and all the students exited the room he rushed to catch you in the corridor.

“Hey,” he called softly when reaching you.

Your head whipped in his direction, eyes wide. You had been so deep in your thoughts you hadn’t heard him.

“Hey,” you breathed back. His sudden apparition had almost startled you.

Xavier opened his mouth, about to say something but then he noticed your wince at the loud barks and laughs of a few werewolves students passing by. The quad was full of students at this break time, and your recent lack of sleep made you irritable to the ambient noise.

So he grabbed your hand and muttered something about the place being too loud as he gently tugged you in a corridor. The sudden contact had made your heart race despite the familiarity of it; you silently prayed that he couldn’t feel your racing pulse under his long fingers, delicately wrapped around your wrist.

The two of you finally reached one of the corridors above the quad, much quieter than the place full of students. When it was clear that no one else was up here, Xavier let go of your wrist and turned to you.

“Hey,” he repeated, “are you alright?”

The sudden question made your heart start to race in panic. Has he noticed something? Did he find a petal in his dorm?

“You were late in class earlier,” he clarified at your lack of response, “you overslept or something?”

You almost sighed loudly in relief. “I- yeah I overslept this morning,” you lied with a small smile - you hoped it was reassuring enough. “Enid must’ve forgot to wake me up ah ah.”

Even if you laughed about it and brushed it away, Xavier was still not fully convinced. You were a decent liar to anyone else, but not to him, he knew you too well for that.

“Look, about what happened last night in my room…” he started awkwardly, licking his lips nervously, “I’m sorry you left so suddenly.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. “I- no that’s okay,” you stuttered, surprised he brought that up. “I had stuff to take care of, anyway.”

“Really?” he asked immediately, narrowing his eyes.

Taken aback by his fast response you could only stare at him, mouth slightly agape and lost for words. He was totally not buying it.

“Because you left in quite a hurry,” added Xavier, crossing his arms over his chest.

You looked away, licking your lips nervously. Why couldn’t he drop it? Or at least, figure out what had been bothering you? Maybe it’ll help you understand, because you weren’t so sure of what had hurt you so much either.

“It’s nothing, okay?” you mumbled quietly, still looking anywhere but at Xavier. “I just…I didn’t want to be too much, that's all.”

Too much, or overstepping in your fascination for Wednesday, you thought internally. But then, a hand came to cup your cheek and turn your face back to Xavier.

“Hey,” he said softly, and his voice made you look up at him. His warm brown eyes bore deep into yours, like a reassuring presence. “You will never be too much, okay? Not to me.”

You lightly gasped at his words, you didn’t even realize you released a breath. The tension that had been building inside your chest, full of anxiety and stifling sorrow, suddenly disappeared. Like his words were enough to blow away the petals that were threatening to come out your mouth.

“I know I acted as an idiot, okay?” he continued. Though his hand never left your cheek, and you were internally grateful for that. “I shouldn’t have dropped everything to start sketching while you were there.”

This felt like a cold shower. Ah, so that was what he thought he did wrong. Maybe it was, but the memory of what happened was still painful to you.

“I can’t stop you from drawing Xav,” you said, reluctantly pushing yourself away from his touch. “It wouldn’t be fair of me.”

Xavier frowned at you as you readjusted the strap of your bag over your shoulder, like you were ready to go. Never in all the years he had known you, you had ever fled his company. Yet, his presence seemed to make you uncomfortable now. Shit, how much of a prick had he been?

While he was stuck in his internal debate, you sighed. Of course, this topic was over for him. So you turned and started to walk away from him. That made Xavier snap back to reality, and a sliver of lucidity suddenly hit him.

“This is about Wednesday, isn’t it?” he called from behind.

That made you stop dead in your tracks and snap your head to him, eyebrows raised high.

“What?” you whispered.

The fact that it had made you react was maybe a sign that he was somehow right. As your mind tried to understand it all, the look of surprise on your face somehow reminded Xavier of the sadness that had emanated from you when you had left his room that night. It made his heart squeeze because he knew it was because of him.

“I- I know her. From before,” he explained, unsure about how to present things. “I met her when we were kids. She saved my life”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked perplexedly.

He opened his mouth once, twice, searching for the right words. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted.

Your throat felt suddenly tight. Like something bitter was stuck. “Is that why you admire her so much?” you asked, and you hear your voice crack a little. Hopefully with the distance, Xavier wouldn’t notice.

He didn’t. “I don’t know,” he repeated, still unsure of himself. He seemed as lost as you. “I just want to get to know her, you know?”

Deep in your chest, you felt your heart crack a little. It felt like the lightweightness you had felt only a few minutes earlier were gone, leaving your rib cage feeling like it was crushed by vines.

And yet, you couldn’t help but swallow everything, the bitter taste, the petals that started to gather in your lungs and the burning sensation of tears, and put on a brave smile.

“Well then, good luck Xav,” you smiled, hoping that your lips wouldn’t wobble too much. “I hope you’ll succeed in that.”

After all, you were his best friend. It wasn’t fair of you to stop him from reaching new friends, you had never had any problem with any of them before. But once again, none of his other friends had captivated him like that.

As you walked away once again, you heard him call you again.

“You’re still my girl, you know that right?”

His words made you stop. Slightly glancing behind your shoulder, you could see his sad eyes plagued with guilt; but you knew better, and recognized the sparkle in them. The unmistakable sparkle that twinkled in his eyes when you were speaking in hushed tones together, sharing secrets and moments, only the two of you. When he called you his girl, like he started to years ago. The two kids whose guardians were too busy to properly take care of, who swore to have each other’s back.

The familiarity of the nickname flooded your heart with warmth, and to Xavier’s relief it also made your lips curl into a fond smile.

“Yeah,” you answered softly, “I know.”

Walking to your next class, you felt lighter than before. The oppressing sensation of your lungs being squeezed was still here, always crawling behind your rib cage, but it felt like there was a little less pressure than before. Maybe there would be fewer petals today.

“Ah, there you are!” cheered Enid the next day, as you joined her on the yard after one of your classes. “Guess what! Wednesday agreed to substitute for Yoko’s role as co-captain for the race!”

“Really?” you asked, giving your gloomy roommate a surprised look.

“I never turn down an occasion for a crushing revenge,” she said flatly.

“It’ll be a roomie's bonding time!” squealed Enid, looking at the both of you excitedly. “All three of us, competing for the Poe cup!”

Wednesday raised her eyebrow at you, “I didn’t take you for the type to indulge in those childish games, Y/N. You just lost my entire respect.”

You shrugged, still unaffected by your new roommate’s brutal comments, “The school’s offering an occasion to legally try to drown other students, I’d be stupid to not have fun in that.”

“Fair enough,” she observed sharply. “You’ve regained my respect.”

That made you chuckle. Even if the apparent infatuation of Xavier for Wednesday pained you, you genuinely enjoy your new roommate’s company. She was weird, but again, everyone kind of was at Nevermore.

“What are you and Xavier to each other?” asked Wednesday suddenly.

The unexpected change of subject made you choke slightly. You had definitely not seen that one coming.

“Excuse me?” you said perplexed.

“I asked about the nature of the relationship between you and Xavier Thorpe,” deadpanned Wednesday.

God, why was her question making you so uneasy suddenly? You had never minded to bring the subject up, after all rumors at Nevermore were frequent and you were indeed close with him. But after what had happened - or almost happened - last time in his room, you weren’t so sure of what to say. Licking your lips nervously, unsure of how to present things, you turned to your other roommate silently pleading for help. But Enid only giggled excitedly.

“They’re best-friends to lovers' material,” she said with an amused smile.

“I don’t understand a single word you had just said,” sneered back Wednesday.

“We grew up together,” you finally said to interrupt Enid from spilling all of her theories about the two of you. “We’re close friends that’s all.”

The blonde werewolf gave you a wicked smile, “Suuuure you are.”

Rolling your eyes, you refocused on Wednesday, “Why are you asking?”

She only narrowed her eyes at you, “Gathering intel on potential suspects, that’s all.”

That brought a nervous laugh out of you, “Excuse me, what?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” she snapped back, “if I ever need information about him I know who I’ll need to bribe,” she finished before turning and walking away.

You stood here dumbfounded for a moment, before coming after her.

“Hey!” you called her as you caught up with her until you were now facing her. “I don’t know what you’re suspecting of, but Xavier’s innocent, alright? And I won’t tell you anything if you’re trying to drag dirt on him, okay?”

Wednesday stared at you before answering, “You’d make an acceptable person if you didn’t let your emotions cloud your judgment so pathetically.”

“Thank you for the advice about social skills,” you said dryly, “but also, none of your damn business.”

She only shrugged and stepped away. “He’ll come to me anyway, considering he’s acting like a sad puppy for some reason.”

As she walked away, her words rang in your head. The harsh squeeze on your lungs it suddenly triggered was proof enough that she was unfortunately right.

The day of the Poe cup came around faster than you expected. Still, you were glad for the occasion to drift your mind away from the plaguing thought of your concerning condition. Enid and Wednesday were still unaware of it; when the coughs had started to shake you awake at night, your silencing spell had come handy. Now you cast it almost every night to prevent your roommates from hearing your gruesome choking.

“Aww we match!” clapped Enid as you and Wednesday joined the rest of the team in your cat costumes.

“Don’t get used to it,” groaned the Addams.

“So, are we ready?” asked the werewolf, “Everyone knows what they have to do?” At the collective nod, she cheered again and all the team members took place in the canoe.

“I thought you’d be co-captain, Y/N” observed Wednesday while grabbing her paddle.

“I’m much more useful at the back, trust me,” you said with a grin, “witch powers.”

That almost brought the tiniest smile to her face. At least Wednesday seemed to enjoy the competitive aspect of the race. Glancing to your right to the Joker's canoe, you caught a glimpse of Xavier at the front of the boat. You looked at his face painted in creepy clown makeup, and for a brief moment, you thought that he was actually pretty attractive like that. Shaking your head to chase the intrusive thought you mentally scowled yourself. Now was not the time! Despite that you glanced at him once again; only to feel your heart squeeze a little more at the sight of him looking to Wednesday. His words a few days prior rang in your head. You’re still my girl, you know that, right? Yes, you knew. But even if you were his girl, his oldest friend, it wasn’t you he was currently staring at like you were the only person in the world. You couldn’t hold back the cough that pushed itself out of your throat violently this time. The intensity of your coughing fit was new, shaking you so hard you ended up bent in half with your hand clutched on your mouth, trying to tune down your stifling noises.

“Y/N, you okay back there?” called Enid from her seat.

The wet sensation on your hand made you wince. “I’m fine,” you wheezed, “ ‘s nothing”

As soon as the coughs calmed down, you threw whatever you had regurgitated on the canoe floor before anyone could notice. Lifting your head up to recompose yourself, you caught sight of the face of your best friend, concerned in his eyes.

‘You alright?’ you saw Xavier mouth.

The only thing you could do was to nod before the sound of a blown horn indicated the start of the race. Without wasting a single minute, every team started to row like their life depended on it. Your eyes briefly flickered to your feet; between them laid three whole white lilies tainted with blood. You gulped. Now was really not the time.

After an eventful crossing of the lake, where you had your head almost chopped off by the Joker’s ax, your team finally managed to reach the island. While Wednesday ran to find the flag, you stayed to ensure nobody tried to sabotage your canoe – as Enid did to the Joker’s.

As you saw the two other teams coming back with their flags and sail again you started to worry about Wednesday. Has something happened to her? Before you and Enid started to talk about who should check on her, she appeared again, flag in hand.

“I got it, let’s go!”

All of your team jumped in your canoe in a hurry, and left the island in the blink of an eye.

“We’re far behind everyone else!” shouted one of your teammates. “We’re not gonna make it!”

“Y/N!” shouted Enid, “Think you can give us a little push?”

Immediately dropping your paddle inside the boat, you inhaled deeply, “I can! Brace yourselves ladies, hold tight!”

Trying to slow down your breathing you concentrated hard, reaching down to your powers and started to mutter the words of incantation. The water at the back of the boat suddenly started to shiver, and the next thing your team knew, the canoe was propelled onward by a hard push. They all gripped the edges of the boat to steady themselves as you gained speed, rapidly gaining a foothold your opponents.

“That’s amazing!” screamed Enid over her shoulder, “How long do you think can hold this?”

Deep into concentration you tried to not break the spell, “Long enough for us to reach the shore if everything goes smoothly!”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a move in the water. One of the sirens.

“Wednesday!” you called her, “Eight o’clock!”

She whipped her head, immediately identifying the threat and nodded sharply. Thing crawled out from under her seat, and dove into the water. Oh, you loved that hand.

The outline of the shores were noticeable by now, so you reached deeper into your powers to try to give your boat a little more speed. The canoe accelerated again, going past Bianca’s team's flowing boat, but as you thought you could make a home run of this crossing, a violent cough startled you. The sudden stop in the push of your power shook the boat, your other team mates screaming in surprise while you tried the hardest to breathe.

“What’s going on?!” asked Enid.

Failing to swallow your coughs you could only hope for this fit to be a brief one, “Don’t cough stop,” you wheezed from your seat, “start cough cough paddling, we’re almost there!”

They all grabbed their paddles and started to paddle like their lives depended on it. You tried to keep up their paces, but the unforgiving coughs were weakening you too much. For a moment, you wondered if you weren’t going to pass out in the canoe. But then, as you approached the shore the euphoria of close victory on the boat gained you, and with a rush of adrenaline, you jumped out of the boat with your teammates, rushing to the finish line.

Cheers echoed everywhere around you, congratulating the Ophelia team. Even the feeling of petals scratching in your throat couldn’t ruin your joy for once. You knew swallowing it down was coming to bite you later, and that you were going to spend the evening throwing up petals and blood, but for now you wanted to feel normal.

Below on the shore, as the other teams reached the land Xavier’s eyes landed on a white and red spot on the ground of the black cat’s canoe. He frowned at the bloodied flowers, especially when he realized they were where you had sat. How did the flowers end up here?

Whipping his head in the direction of the joyful cheers, his eyes landed on you, your broad smile as Enid’s arms were thrown over your shoulders. It had been a long time since he hadn’t seen you smile like that.

But the way you turned away your face and covered your mouth with your hand to cough, just for a few seconds, didn’t escape him. Nor the slight smudge of blood dripping on the corner of your mouth just before you wiped it.

His eyes flickered to the blood-coated flowers in the boat, then back to you and a cold feeling suddenly sank inside of him.

Something felt off. Xavier didn’t know why yet, but something about you was very, very wrong.

[Part.3] [COMING SOON]

A/N: this was supposed to be a two-part one shot. Well, guess I'm writing a whole fic now Y'all are CRAZY about sad artistic blorbo Xavier and I love you for that sjgkgurgirge thank you for all the kind comments on the previous part QwQ♥

Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

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BEN AFFLECK as RAFE MCCAWLEY ⤷ PEARL HARBOR (2001) dir. Michael Bay

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“a summer to remember”

a bouquet of forget-me-nots on your front porch

honey-glazed conversations on stone balconies

dappled sunlight in your brown hair

a summer to remember ten years on

in a moonlit bedroom at midnight

— a.a.

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Hello merry Christmas 🎁🎄 can I request a fic ? Xavier and the reader when she fangirl toward a fictional character, and his kinda jealous :)

Hey there! Merry Christmas too <3 Sure thing.

FISH BOY

Pairings : Xavier Thorpe x Female reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, our resident tortured artist <3

(a/n) Thought I would add a little festive spice to this.

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

Xavier has been in a mood for the last few days. But the reason behind it soon becomes clear to you. It's nearly Christmas. Which means Winter break... and going home for the holidays. Which he is not a fan of.

To him, the whole Christmas thing seems a bit overrated. But that's because Christmas is hard for him - it always has been. He's never really had the opportunity to properly enjoy it. That is until you showed up.

You're a ball of energy always - so the countdown to Christmas is really where your excitement peaks. You can hardly contain your happiness when you see the first few flecks of snow begin to fall whilst out on a walk with him. And he just can't seem to wipe that smile off his face. He watches you in utter awe as you dance under the streetlamps in the falling snow, twirling you beneath his arm.

You took him ice skating at a pop up in Jericho just last week (it took a lot of convincing on your part). Neither of you had ever been before and you took it as the perfect opportunity to get him in the Christmas mood. You quickly learnt that ice-skating was not made for you. But, Xavier on the the other hand took it all in his stride. Seeing your shocked reaction at how difficult it really was made the whole experience entirely worth it for him.

A handful of Christmas themed dates later and you find yourself wrapped up in a thick blanket reading Percy Jackson in his dorm, whilst he packs his things up.

You're wearing grey crocheted leg warmers, courtesy of Enid and one of his dark oversized sweaters. You have a hot water bottle resting on your stomach as well as a thick blanket over your legs. But, Xavier is wandering about his dorm in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. He must be crazy.

The room is pretty quiet, except for the occasional flick of you turning the page and his bare feet padding across the floor as he travels between his wardrobe and suitcase.

You glance over in his direction, as you turn the page of your book. His brown hair falls limply into his eyes as he leans over his suitcase, reaching for a pair of sweatpants that must have escaped his line of sight earlier. Xavier folds them in half and than rolls them up to fit into his already nearly full case.

He is uncharacteristically quiet and you can only assume that it's because of the two of you having to part ways for the holidays. That and the added factor of him having to return to a lonely house.

Deciding to break the ice, Xavier finally speaks up, "Damn, Percy Jackson, again?"

His eyes fall to the book which sits comfortably in your hands.

"What do you mean again?" You ask, as if you haven't read the series 100 times before. And watched the movies. You've even convinced him to watch them with you a few times before.

He shrugs, before moving over to his desk and leaning back against it.

"You should know, that it's my favourite," You tease, adjusting the blanket so that it now covers your top half too.

"And, that Percy is my favourite," You add, digging to get a reaction out of him.

It's... half true? Percy Jackson is your favourite fictional character. And it's your little secret that you may, or may not have a thing for that seaweed brain.

His eyes turn back to you, "Favourite what?" He questions, voice seeming to turn lower.

Now, you have to play your cards right here. He's digging too now and you aren't about to give up.

"Jealous, Xavier?"

"What? No way, I'm not jealous."

His jaw clenches after his response and he begins to walk towards you. But you turn your attention back to the book and the Percy in question.

"Percy is pretty cute, especially in the movies," You add, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

You hear Xavier before you see him - the little huff that falls from his lips. Then suddenly he's infront of you, tugging the book away from you and out of your reach.

His expression shows clear disgust and possible concern.

"He's a fish, babe," He deadpans.

But you shake your head, no. Your hands reach for your book and you shift, jumping down from the window seat. The blanket falls to the floor as does the hot water bottle.

Of course, Xavier holds it far out of your reach.

"Xavier, gimme the book."

"Not until you take it back."

You roll your eyes, playfully, "Oh come on, I was only joking around,"

His expression does not change.

"Please, Xavier."

He shakes his head, hair falling again into his eyes.

"You are jealous," You pout, wrapping your arms around your middle as the cold air begins to hit you.

"Say you take it all back and that I'm your favourite," He begins, "And the book returns... unharmed,"

He can't be serious, you think.

"Xavier, he's a book character."

He doesn't let up. The boy is stubborn.

"But-"

He flicks through the paperback, and pauses on a random page and it's as if it all happenes in slow motion. His fingers run across the smooth page until they meet the corner. Between his thumb and forefinger, he goes to crease the page, dog earing it.

"Alright! Alright, Xavier you are my favourite."

"And..."

"I take it all back,"

Maybe.

He finally hands you the book back but his expression still remains not entirely convinced. But, who are you kidding, of course he's your favourite. Just about - your favourite damn everything. And deep down he knows that because you're his favourite too.

You lean into him, small body colliding with his much taller frame. Your hands wrap around him, taking him off guard ever so slightly.

"Xavier, you know that you're my favourite, just about everyone can see it," You mumble.

His hands return the favour, wrapping around your body too. He rests his chin on the top of your head, keeping you close.

"I don't want to go home," He says, his voice barley above a whisper.

The topic changes quickly, and In response, you pull away, cold hands going to rest on his flushed cheeks.

"If there was something I could do-" You begin, fingertips brushing over his soft skin. "But the flights are booked and It's near Christmas, so tickets are pretty hard to-" You're caught up in a mess of thoughts, trying to connect each one with the next.

"... Find. But we can call everyday - as much as you want."

"Even if its gone midnight. I'll send you the page number I'm on, oh! And we can build gingerbread houses on face time,"

At this, he smiles - seeing your face light up at the very thought of building gingerbread houses. Even though he knows that you can't bake, not even to save your life.

"Don't worry, you can keep fish boy to yourself. Just for the holidays."

Thanks for reading and happy holidays! <3

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amphitritesangels · 1 year

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I'm thinking about writing some Ajax Petropolus and Xavier Thorpe imagines any requests?

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amphitritesangels · 1 year

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"My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. " [The song of Achilles- Madeline Miller]

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amphitritesangels · 2 years

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𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒 ; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 🖤💀

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

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02 HEY, JUDE

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E D E N F E Y R E

"WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE, AGAIN?" Lilea questions, lifting herself up on to the counter behind me.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.

"I've told you atleast a dozen times already," I answer, attaching the red lead to Judes collar.

Lilea sips at her hot chocolate, fingers wrapping around the steaming mug, "Tell me again,"

I sigh, she sure knows how to get me talking.

But, there isn't a lot more to say without repeating myself. He is just a stranger who just so happened to be around the corner holding a boiling cup of coffee. They do say, your miracle could be just around the corner though.

Jude jumps up, paws landing on my leg, which she scratches at desperately, trying to hurry me up.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes and... did I mention, he dumped coffee down me?"

Lilea sat the mug down, beside her, "Hey, if he dumped coffee over me, I'd thank him,"

"Even if he ruined your favourite jumper?" I ask, standing up.

She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head, "Only if its the green one,"

Course

From the dish, I hook out my keys, "I hate to cut this short, Lilea but if we want those marshmallows..."

At this, she perks up. Jumping down from the counter, she gives Jude a quick pat on the head, "Pink marshmallows - the giant ones," She grins.

Judes quick to take off towards the door, her lead tugging me in that direction too.

"How giant is giant?" I tease, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.

She sighs, shooing Jude and I off, "Bye, Eden,"

Lilea shuts the door behind us and Jude scratches at the floor as she tugs me down the stairs. A small corridor follows, past the flower shop where the lights have been flipped off.

I slot another key into the lock, unlocking the door then step outside. I then have to lock back up... again.

Jude jumps up, yapping and enthusiasticly scratching my legs.

"Calm it kermit," I mutter, tucking the keys into my bag.

The streets are now for the most part quiet. Or as quiet as small town streets can get. Its dark and so the street lamps and fairy lights have been turned on. Autumnal decorations wind along fences, signs and light up windowsills.

The odd few pumpkins sit on the doorsteps of those sort of peoples houses who leave their Christmas decorations up all year. Theres still a while to go until October 31st but everyone in this godforsaken town act as if its not only tomorrow, but the next bestthing after Christmas.

It's not like im Scrooging on Halloween or anything, after all, its the only time that I can dress up as an axe murderer and it appears somewhat okay. But this town and the majority of its inhabitants are ever so slightly insane. Just a tiny bit. I don't include myself on this list. Lilea, however...

The recognisable ringtone of my phone echoes loudly through the empty streets.

Wonder who it could be...

I'll give you three guesses.

"Hey, Mum," I answer, bringing my phone up to my ear but regretting it almost instantly.

"Eden! You are coming for dinner next Sunday, aren't you?" She questions, voice catching on every. single. nerve in my head.

I think all Mothers should come with a warning. °Cannot understand technology and believes that yelling through a phone solves world hunger°

"Eden? You can hear me can't you?"

I sigh, "That depends, try shouting a little louder,"

She huffs, "Well, are you coming or not?"

I have to choose my next words carefuly.

"I should be able to, I'll have to check with Mauve though,"

"Surely, you can get the day off they work you ever so hard it would've been ever so different if you'd have stayed up here,"

I find myself mouthing her word for word.

"Yes well, I happen to like my job," I mumble.

"Coralie supposes you don't, she often tells me abou-"

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Bryony, the towns resident crazy lady. If anyone was crazy enough to be out, dressed up to the nines whilst walking a cat, it was her. Jude notices too.

"Should I give Michelle a call and ask her then?"

I am entirely lost in the conversation.

"Give Michelle a call about what?"

Jude begins to growl, tugging at her lead as she watches Bryony and her cat prance down the other side of the street.

"Weren't you listening? About Louis accompanying you to Dinner on Sunday," She states.

Louis Cabot

Lileas older brother who I had a short lived Summer romance with years ago. My Mother remains to this day thoroughly convinced that there is some spark between us. However the last time I spoke to him must have been a year or so ago and the two of us had decided to remain friends long ago. To top it off, he is engaged.

"Mum, I'm quite sure Louis is happy accompanying his fiancée to Dinner,"

"Fiancée? Michelle hasn't told me, who told you?" She demands clearly getting into a fluster.

Jude begins yapping at the old woman and her cat.

"What are you doing, have you got that tv on or is it the dog?"

Byrony and her cat pass, turning the corner.

"Just gone for a walk thats all," I reply,

My bag slips from my shoulder, which I reach to adjust, I lean my phone on my shoulder and against my ear adnd go to pull my bag up.

Jude has other ideas.

She yanks me foward and my phone falls to the path.

Smashed

In my horror, I lunge for my phone, gasping and hardly noticing how I loosen the grip on Judes lead.

And... there goes my dog.

I'm not usually one to be dramatic, that is unless the real houswives of Cheshire happens to come on.

Its chaos. Pure and utter chaos.

I scoop up the remains of my phone and push it into my pocket, before taking off after Jude as she boundes after Bryony and her cat.

For once in my life, I am glad I'm not wearing heels. My dignity is to be preserved.

I follow her through the dark streets, but she is so much faster than me.

Damn it, Jude

The barking stops and I round the corner.

There better be a miracle around this one too.

"You're a sweet thing aren't you," I recognise the voice.

Its him - the man from yesterday.

There he is, kneeling down and petting Jude who's body wiggles as her tail wags so happily.

He looks up.

"Its you!" We both exclaim in unison.

A smirk tugs at his lips, "Yours, I presume?"

I nod, slightly shocked at the scene before me.

"... Jude," He mumbles, turning over her little bone shaped name tag in his hand.

"Are you following me?" My question is abrupt and he looks up from her tag with a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Y'think I'm following you?" He asks.

I nod, "You caught my dog,"

He shakes his head, blonde pieces falling into his eyes as he does so.

"Y'dog caught me actually,"

Caught him?

"I'm not followin' you, just went for a walk is all," He adds.

I bend down, picking up Judes red lead and land directly opposite him.

"Do I get a name now?" I ask, posing the question innocently.

"Y"wanna know the name of your savior?" He laughs, looking over at the lit up buildings opposite.

"Wouldn't go as far as saviour," I mumble.

He stands up, taking my hand and pulling me up with him, "Austin,"

He shakes my hand as our fingers are already touching.

Austin

"Now, I've been thinkin', it's not likely we'll run into eachother a third time," He begins, hand falling back down to his coat pocket as he lets go of mine.

"Maybe not,"

"And, as you're a very pretty girl, who for obvious reasons can only be a Princess,"

Princess?

Is he flirting?

He's flirting isn't he

"A Princess?" I ask, picking Jude up and wrapping her small body closer to mine.

"Y'got an animal sidekick - only makes sense," He shrugs.

"Mussolini had a pet lion as a sidekick, does that make him a Princess too?" I couldn't help it.

His smile drops quickly.

Stupid brain

"Moving on, don't suppose you could tell me when your free?" He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets.

"How about Tuesday?" I ask.

He nods, "Tuesday I can do, any specific time or place?"

"Meet me outside Thorns, you know where that is right?" I check.

Am I reallly doing this?

"I'll find it, how's four o'clock sound?"

I nod, "Sounds good, Austin," I give him my best smile.

"Alright then, Miss Eden, I'll be seein' you Tuesday," He laughs, "And Jude... keep y'Mama out of trouble,"

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis 2022 #Austin butler x eden feyre #Forbidden fruit #Hey #JUDE #story #Love #England #Southern

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