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How they’d react to you jokingly not wanting to hold their hand.
Rafayel:
Dramatic bastard.
He’s hurt that you’d dare not hold his hand.
Pouty mermaid man for the rest of the day, and when Thomas asks why he was being this way, Rafayel would dramatically say that you broke up with him.
Thomas -unaware of the situation- would text you and ask what the fuck Rafayel was on about, only for you to tell him that you wouldn’t hold his hand. 💀
Thomas: he told me you broke up with him…
You: …why am I not surprised.
Rafayel for : WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY EX THOMAS?! 🧜🏻♂️🧜🏻♂️
The other scenario is that he will forcibly hold your hand, intertwining your fingers so that you couldn’t pull away from him and stay like that for the entire day. Even if he has painting to finish he will try and do it one handed bc he’s extra like that.
You are currently in hand jail for a week according to Rafayel.
Xavier:
Is genuinely concerned and thinks that he might’ve done something/ something had happened recently to you.
Does not understand the concept of a joke sometimes.
Will sit you down and discuss the ‘issue’ only to to look dumbfounded when you tell him that no, nothing was wrong and that you’d gladly hold his hand anytime anyplace.
He looked like a confused puppy with its head tilted to the side when you tell him this. He is confused as to your reasoning for doing such a thing if you were more than okay with holding his hand in the first place.
‘Why did you pull your hand away from mine when I tried to hold your hand the first time?’
‘Xavier it’s a joke I swear-‘
He’ll get over it sooner or later.
Zayne:
Sees through the bullshit.
He knows this game very well as he’s probably overheard his colleges do this prank on their partners to gauge their reaction.
So the moment you do this with him, he will only raise his brow and casually mention that he knows what you’re trying to do.
He’s not as dramatic as raf nor takes it as serious as Xavier, but more of a neutral reaction. He knows you mean nothing by it if you don’t hold his hand and he’s not going to force you to hold his hand unless you wish to.
What a distinguished gentleman-
‘Is there a reason that you participated in this trend?’ He’d inquire.
‘Other than to see your reaction? No, not really.’ You’d reply.
‘Then if you’ve got your wanted result, may I hold your hand?’ Then asks, holding out his large hand to you.
‘I’ll never get one over you, will I?’ You asked as you placed your hand into his with a smile.
Zayne smiles softly. ‘I appreciate the attempts taken in trying, they’re very entertaining.’
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JEALOUS XAVIER!!!💛
Love And Deepspace
SFW
Bar scene
Kiss scene
I put a lot of work on drawing and writing, I hope you like it! 💛
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You walk into the office in drowsy steps towards your desk and drop into your chair. It's too early in the morning. The sun is barely out, and everything is still dark.
Just when you short things out before you begin to work, a colleague comes over to your desk with a cup of coffee. Since he came to the office and you work together, he keeps bringing you coffee every morning, which is curious, but you appreciate the gesture.
Right when you thank him and he begins to walk away, you notice a different figure walking up to your desk with a bag on his hand. It seems like a busy day already. You blink in surprise.
"Xavier?? What are you doing here?"
Xavier lets the small bag on your desk.
"I was passing by for some intel, so I brought you breakfast. I...will probably have to stay here today."
He takes a small glance at the coffee sitting on your desk and looks up at the man that's walking away.
His presence made the day better already
You smile and drag another chair next to yours, the sound of the dragged chair legs draws Xavier's attention back to you. You simply pat the chair next to you.
"Be my guest."
Xavier's lips curl up. He brings a laptop and some books to his side of the desk. You spend some time eating together and talking about how you slept, You enjoy hearing about all the weird dreams he always has. Unfortunately, you have to cut the chase and work. You both drown in silence and focus on your tasks. Only the sound of keyboards and the book pages is heard all around. However, his presence is enough company.
The afternoon comes, the orange light hits through the window, and a lot of people leave the office. Your colleague comes to your desk once again.
"Hello, was the coffee good?"
Xavier just ignores him. He crosses his leg as he keeps reading his book.
You smile politely at the man on the other side of the desk and nod in response. He smiles back happily.
"I'm not here for that tho! Did you know that a team of hunters is gonna have a party going on tonight? It's at the bar on the next square. I thought I should invite you, I'll be there too."
Xavier subtly takes his eyes away from the book and side eyes him behind the pages, in a way that none notices. You agree to go and continue the conversation a little before he heads off.
"See you there, Trevor." You wave goodbye and finally close the laptop.
As you walk back home with Xavier, he's a little too silent. He's probably focused his thoughts on his research. The pink and peach shades of the sky eliminate on him beautifully, it causes you to daydream for a short while and grin like an idiot. You poke his shoulder softly. A cloud moves and casts its shadow against you both, hiding the light of the sky.
"Did you hear?"
"Hmm?"
He rotates his head to your direction, he's still in thought.
"About the party."
"Oh, what about it?"
You hesitate slightly before asking him, he probably won't accept, he's not the type to party, but you try anyway.
"Do you wanna come--"
His focus fully shifts to you.
"I would love to go with you."
He didn't even leave you fully finish the sentence, you're a bit shocked he agreed so fast, but it's a pleasant surprise, he looks eager to come.
"Then, I'll see you there?"
His expression becomes somewhat alluring, a smile forms on his lips, his head tilts, the cloud moves away and the light is even brighter than before, you can see the sky in his eyes.
"I'll come take you by 10pm instead. Let's go together."
You raise an eyebrow by his reactions but agree, you didn't wanna go alone anyway.
"Sure, let's go together!"
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The night finally comes, and you're outside your door waiting for Xavier to appear. You wear a simple short, sleeveless, black dress and boots, not much. As he appears, you notice he's dressed in black for the first time since you met him, which makes you match. A buttoned top and fancy pants with a golden chain on his neck with a small star. It's as if he did it on purpose.
"You look really good!" You say excitedly and his face can't help but brighten up in satisfaction.
"Do you like it? I bought it today. You look beautiful Y/N." He says and softly reaches for your hand which you playfully take and twirl around as if you're dancing, you both chuckle.
"Did you buy this only for today?"
"Perhaps I need a change."
He looks down at your purse embarrassed.
"Let me take this for you."
He takes your purse and hangs it on the side of his shoulder.
"Why, thank you."
You lovingly wrap your hand around his bicep as you head towards the party.
You reach the entrance and you both notice that the club is packed and loud music is playing. Some of Xavier's old colleagues appear and begin to talk to him, he gives you a look that you know very well... he's pleading to be saved, however you do not submit to the request.
"I'll find a seat for us, it's not bad to socialize once in awhile, I'll be waiting for you alright?" He looks quite disappointed but agrees.
"I'll be back soon."
You get in, nuzzle your way through to find a place to sit. Trevor also finds his way to you. He reeks of alcohol, so you assume he's already drunk.
"Heyyy! You made it here! I'm so glad to see you."
"Well, I said I would come."
You are being polite but way colder than how you treat Xavier. You clearly don't trust him enough. He's sloppy and his voice is unstable. He approaches you, you take a step back in response. "I noticed I've never seen you fight! I'm pretty sure you're an amazing hunt--"
"She's an exceptional hunter."
Xavier's voice cuts him off from behind you. His hand wraps around your shoulder tightly as he towers over you. His voice is firm, his eyes darken, you could say he's a little...scary.
For a moment your thoughts wander again. You think to yourself that he looks crazy attractive in black. Trevor takes a step back this time, as Xavier continues, his voice sounds mad. He's rarely mad.
"If you wish to witness a fight, I could give you a demonstration."
He tilts his head with a frown, rising an eyebrow, an expression fill of intimidation.
The drunk man's gaze lower in shame.
"No, man, it's alright... I'll... I'll go now..."
He raises his hand in defeat and walks away in quick steps, almost running. You blink in shock, you look up at Xavier as he watches him go like a carnivore watching a pray.
"What was that?"
As his gaze turns to you, his eyes change immediately from threatening to sweet, you raise your eyebrows, and your eyes widen. Your expression communicates perfectly to him. Meanwhile, the music started changing towards the slow romantic kind.
"He was obviously drunk. He could have done something inappropriate."
"So tonight you're my knight in shining armor?"
Your expression switches to a slightly teasing grin. He smiles in response and bows as he extends his hand.
"Would you care to give me this dance, your majesty."
He could get into the role pretty easily. It's as if he's actually a knight.
"I would love to." You placed your hand on top of his in delicate movement. He grasped it tightly and planted a kiss on top of it before he pulled you close to him. You release a short gasp by the sudden pressure. Your heart doesn't just skip a beat but miltiple. Your chest touches his, and his hand lingers to your back as you begin to dance. You look up at him. He grins with an adorable gaze.
"The dance lessons we did back then seems to have worked."
Your face flushed at the reminder, you immediately look away.
"Did you get that black fit on purpose?"
You were meant to ask this for some time now, but now it was the perfect opportunity to avoid the conversation.
"We're matching, Xavier."
The expression painted on his face reveals it all. You could notice a tint of pink on his cheeks at the revelation of understanding his motive. You both keep dancing. He leans forward to the side of your face. You can feel his hot breath on your ear, but he doesn't immediately speak, as if he's hesitating. Your heart begins to beat faster, you hold your breath. Xavier tightens the embrace, wrapping his arms around you like he'd never let you go. You can feel the warmth of his body, hear his heartbeat as it grows in intensity. His muscles tighten around you. When he speaks, his voice is nothing like what you've heard before. The slow, sensual whisper leaks down your ear, like honey on fruit.
"What's wrong with showing others you're mine."
You would never expect him to say something like that, your lips part slightly as you stay in place. The thought he's jealous drives you crazy. You feel a spark down your nerves as you release the breath you were holding in fear it will reveal the overflowing emotions. You caress the hand which is holding yours and interwine your fingers together as you begin to slow dance, you sneakily kiss his neck as he still leans against your ear. His breath catches in his throat, he reactively jumps back to check your expression. He looks down and around in embarrassment. You giggle. Your arms go around his shoulders, closing the space in between. You tiptoe to reach his ear, to return the previous act. This time you are the one to whisper seductively.
"I like it when you're jealous. I might even make you jealous on purpose."
You say teasingly, acting all tough. However your heartbeat is quickening. He's not immune to this either. He can feel his heart hammering against his chest and his face feeling hotter and hotter. His hand explores your back before it reaches your cheek, he continues by placing it under your chin. His expression overwhelms you with desire. His face flushed with passion and a little desperation. He meets your gaze and swallows. He's lost himself in all the feelings you give him. The look you have on your face is enough to satisfy him. The corners of his lips curl up in a slight teasing smirk.
"I would not suggest that."
His gaze explores your face, slowly moving his pupils around, scanning you. His actions sends a jolt through your veins, your face turns red, you subconsciously bite your lip, but you decide to keep up the act.
"Is that so?"
He raises his eyebrow in amusement, the smirk grows larger.
"That is so."
He leans even closer, his blue eyes are shining against the dark environment beautifully, he doesn't break the eye contact, you slowly lean as well, your eyes are closing, blocking the view of his own, till you feel his soft lips against yours. They taste like cherry, they feel like silk, his perfume doesn't go unnoticed either. His effords are shining like a bright star against a dark sky, and they totally win you over. His hand gripped on your back, pulling you against him. He deepens the kiss, you can't help but add your tongue to the game, so you lick his lips shyly. A short whispery gasp escapes his lips just before he deepens the kiss, and you feel his delicious tongue against yours. Your body reacts like a magnet to him. You melt into his embrace, not resisting anything he does. He has you in the palm of his hand when he claims you, he knows it, and he loves it.
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✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH
[ ACT I: THE GLOW ]
xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader
#SYNOPSIS— xavier’s attracted to intimidating women, you and wednesday bond over murder methods, and you really need to stop being attracted to trouble.
#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual content (later on)
#AUTHORSNOTE— spontaneously writing an xavier thorpe fanfic was honestly not on my mind but oh well here it is ! feel free to send me asks/requests about this series or for other wednesday characters
ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI
a valkyrie was not a mere label. it was a highly respected role, one that was not granted to simply because you were a child of odin. no, the position of a valkyrie was an important one, because every warrior who died in battle, every fighter’s soul, relied on you to bring them to valhalla — no matter what that was for them. heaven, hell, reincarnation — you and your sisters brought them there.
nevermore was seemingly the only available place in which you could reside. you were the youngest of the ten valkyrie sisters, the only one born into the 21st century (as the rest of them were much too old for you to count). odin tried to put his youngest daughter into every school imaginable; public school, private school, boarding school, juvenile detention.
all brought out the same results. you found the material easy and the lack of competition boring, or you were found beating some kid into the ground, your knuckles bloody as adults pried you off of them.
granted, every person you have ever thrown a punch at was deserving of it. but it’s not like the police care about the kid with a broken leg; they care about the person who carelessly broke it with their bare hands.
that was why you found yourself in nevermore, standing awkwardly next to your nine sisters as you loosened your tie around your neck.
the other students didn’t care to hide their stares, their whispers loud and very audible to you as you looked at every single one of them.
“don’t loosen your tie, y/n,” your eldest sister, brunhilde, said with a small look, her arms crossed as she stood towering above the rest of the passing students. “you must look presentable.”
“since when did you ever care about looking presentable?” you replied with a scoff, using one finger to loosen the black tie incompletely. you heard your second youngest sister, gunnr, snicker at that, her laughter quickly hindered by a glare from another one of your sisters.
“ever since father decided to send us to take you here rather than himself,” brunhilde snapped, bitterness evident in her tone as she clenched her jaw. her emerald green eyes flashed in anger; the fact that her father decided not to show up to something like this yet again wasn’t surprising, but it still annoyed her nonetheless.
“he was busy,” eir, the second eldest valkyrie, murmured, coming in yet again as the peacemaker. “besides— this isn’t exactly father’s scene. too many children.”
their conversation melted into the background as your eyes drifted around the courtyard. there seemed to be little cliques within the school — gorgons, vampires, werewolves, sirens, psychics — how cliche. your eyes however, landed on one boy that was painting a raven on the wall, his eyes already set on you far before you noticed him.
his long hair was tied back, his hazel eyes boring into yours as he stopped painting, his hand falling to his side. he was studying you, observing your purposely loosened tie, the sword necklace that hung around your neck, the dagger strapped to your side, and the nine buff women who stood around you. they looked nothing like you, but their energy was strong. powerful. unwavering.
you didn’t break eye contact with him, your eyes narrowing as you challenged him to look away first.
“y/n odinsdottir." a tall woman who practically screamed elegance interrupted your staring contest, forcing you to look away first. her hair was perfectly pinned up, and her cherry red lips curled into a smile as she looked at you. "welcome to nevermore. i assume these are your sisters?" she questioned, looking at your siblings with a warm smile.
"we won't be here long," brunhilde stated, stepping forward. she seemed to be about the same height as the woman, which seemed to please her greatly. she held out a calloused hand. "brunhilde. you're the principal, correct?"
"yes - larissa weems." principal weems' smile never broke as she shook your sister's hand. wordlessly, she began to lead the ten of you to her office. "i have made living arrangements for y/n - i hope she does well with roommates. one of her other roommates is a new student as well."
this new school was, frankly, a lot fancier than most of the schools you had gone to. it looked old, with too many ghosts and history hidden in its walls, but while the school stood out more than the rest, the people seemed to be all the same. prudes with enough money to have the world in their hands. teenagers who have never been told 'no' in their lives. cockiness and pride seemed to ooze from every crevice.
in a way, you found it amusing.
"it was honestly quite a surprise to find all of you here rather than your father," principal weems commented as she opened the door to her office, "i believe that he had told me that he would arrive." she situated herself into her chair behind her desk, placing her hands on the table and clasping them.
you stood in front of the desk, rolling your eyes at her comment. "he likes to lie," you stated bluntly, ignoring the glare eir sent to you as she offered principal an apologetic smile.
"what y/n means to say is," eir began, absentmindedly toying with one of her long golden braids, "our father is very busy. he has other business to attend to."
"he likes doing business." you continued, "especially on his bed."
one of your older sisters, skuld, hissed a small "y/n," as a warning for your words, making you huff in annoyance.
eir's smile was unwavering and her politeness was undeterred as she laughed lightly, "i apologize for y/n's words. she often.. lacks a filter."
"it's no problem, i assure you." principal weems' smile grew as she looked at you, "she's in very capable hands. later, she will receive a tour from one of her roommates, enid sinclair. she's very approachable; i'm sure they will get along."
that statement made your mask fall for just a second.
friends and lovers were topics that were often unspoken between you and your sisters. to put it frankly, it was hard for valkyries to truly find themselves friends with others or loving another because of something you called 'the glow.' valkyries, being a guide for souls in battle, had the ability to know when someone's death was near. it often appeared as a golden glow around the individual moments before a battle or before a specific moment. to help was to lose your position as a valkyrie. to lose your father's acceptance and appreciation of you. it was the foundation of your position, your one important duty to guide the souls of warriors, but there had been instances where the glow appeared for those you cared for. friends. lovers.
it had happened too many times to your sisters. they had all lost lovers and friends in battle, and had to be the one to guide their souls and leave them for eternity. but there came a moment in time where they all decided to stop caring so much for others. they focused on each other, protecting their own sisters out of fear of caring and losing another.
and when you were born, they warned you of that same fate. they warned you of how hard it was to sense death, to be a symbol of war and death. so to say that you would get along with another and care for them was hard to fathom, because your mind automatically thought of losing them in an instant.
and if you lost them and were not able to guide them, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.
"i will say that your record is.. only mildly concerning, y/n," principal weems said as she pulled out your folder. she scanned through the pages, licking her finger as she turned and read every offense and crime that ended with you getting kicked out of a school. "you've sent tons of people to the hospital for horrible injuries," she murmured, and you swallowed, mentally preparing yourself to hear the list. "you've broken the limbs of many, gave concussions to many more, and in one instance dropped a teenage boy from a thousand feet above ground."
"all deserved. i hold no remorse for them," you stated, a proud smirk making its way onto your face.
principal weems' brows furrowed as she reached the last page in the folder, the words 'saving grace orphanage' in large letters at the top of the form. "kicked out of nearly 20 homes in the span of 13 years."
your smirk fell, your eyes turning cold as you glared at the principal. next to you, gunnr shifted uncomfortably, her hands clenching and unclenching in the instance she had to hold you back from landing a hand on your principal. "how did you get those?"
"nevermore requires all documents from students," principal weems read down the paper, her look of discontent and worry seemingly growing with every line, "even those that have been terminated." one line specifically caught her eye.
has been found at one location consistently. the owner of the property has claimed that there is no reason for y/n to be there, but she seems to be connected to it. if not found at her foster home, she is most likely found here.
how was it you were only here for a few hours and you now wanted to strangle your principal?
"they have been terminated for a reason," you seethed, "my sisters had them forgotten."
"for very good reasons," brunhilde added, her voice eerily calm as she rolled her shoulders back, fixing her posture. "that's private information only our family knows."
"of course." principal weems shut the folder abruptly, the warm smile (though it was nothing more than plastic to you) returning to her red lips. "shall we bring you to your room?"
"i didn't know that valkyries could be as young as you."
you raised a brow at one of your roommates, wednesday, her deadpan tone doing little to influence you as you shrugged. "i'm the youngest of the ten," you stated, walking alongside her as you followed your other roommate, enid sinclair, around.
"that sounds like torture. of the worst degree," wednesday said, making enid clear her throat to catch your attention.
truthfully, enid was much more extraverted than you would ever be, but you didn't mind. she talked, you and wednesday listened - it was a good system. and she talked a lot. the fact that she was bringing around nevermore's first valkyrie was something she seemed incredibly happy about.
good for her.
"i already gave wednesday the whole rundown!" enid said with a contagiously bright smile. "this is the courtyard. everyone kind of hang out around here between classes or just.. whenever!" she explained, practically bouncing with every step as she brought you around. "there's a lot of cliques here; vampires, werewolves - like me, gorgons," her eyes landed on a few people around the fountain, her smile faltering for just a moment, "sirens, psychics, the usual."
"did you kill someone in your last school?" wednesday asked, making enid gasp.
"wednesday! i thought we would bring it up later!" enid scolded, frowning as she nudged the dreary girl.
"i was impatient." wednesday's face contorted into one of slight discontent at the nudge, though she (surprisingly) didn't complain.
you however, merely shrugged in response, folding your arms over your chest. "not the one at my last one. i just broke his legs - why?"
"because rumors spread like wildfire at nevermore," enid explained, coming to a stop in the middle of the corridor, much to some students' chagrin "practically everyone's talking about it! i told you that they'd forget about what you did, wednesday," she said pointedly, making wednesday blink, which was frankly a rather large reaction.
you looked at wednesday, eyebrows raising in curiosity. "did you kill someone?"
"two people. not one."
"what was your method?"
"piranhas from my aquarium at home. and you?"
you hummed in appreciation at her method before responding with a curt, "flew up and dropped him from a thousand feet." it made wednesday nod once.
"impressive."
"okay, steering the subject away from death and murder," enid interrupted, awkwardly chuckling as she continued to walk. she came to a stop in front of the boy who had been painting the raven, her smile of relief much too obvious to go unnoticed by you. "xavier! you've made such good progress!"
"thanks, enid." the boy - xavier - turned around, his mouth seemingly going dry when he saw you staring at him. your arms were crossed over your chest, your head tilted up to observe his painting. "you're the one who dropped the guy."
your look of curiosity turned into one of annoyance, your eyebrow raising as your eyes snapped towards him. "what about it?" you challenged, and you heard enid laugh awkwardly yet again.
"nothing. just asking, that's all," a hint of a smirk made its way onto his face, his hand - the one with paint on it - coming out towards you. "xavier thorpe."
"if you think that i'm going to shake your messy hand, you must believe i'm an idiot," you said bluntly, eyes narrowing.
"both an idiot and impolite," xavier responded, and end immediately grabbed you as you tried to take a step towards him, turning you around and briskly walking you the other way.
you didn't want to see him again after your first encounter with him. you didn't like smug people who had nothing to be smug about - the competitiveness in you wasn't cut out for any of that.
it did come in handy however, for academics.
while it wasn’t as fun as war or training was, it gave you enough competition to feel satisfied in victory. public schools were far too easy in your opinion, private schools equally as easy with more prudish people, but nevermore was more interesting. everyone was smarter, weirder, and more witty than any normie— it kept you entertained.
for the past week, you had been dead set on being the best at every class you had. macabre literature, arithmetic, botany, anatomy - you kept yourself busy trying to make a lasting impact on the professors.
you walked into the art class, eyes widening at its size. huge windows allowed for tons of sunlight to shine in, but since it was a gloomy day (or “a wonderful day” by wednesday’s standards), you could only see the condensation and fog on the windows. on one side of the room was sculpture and pottery supplies, while the other had painting and drawing easels set up in a circle with space in the middle for posing.
principal weems wanted you to do something that didn’t include fighting, weapons, or punching, you were going to join wednesday in fencing, but you found yourself here instead.
the class was small and the teacher was as careless as ever, muttering something about how artists must choose their own paths when creating art. but as you walked in and looked at the few faces, your face soured when you realized who you had to sit next to.
“thorpe.” you stated coldly, sitting stiffly in the easel next to him. it was almost funny how out of place you looked, sitting with straight posture on the stool and staring up at the large canvas in front of you.
xavier however, looked as relaxed as ever. he smiled at you lazily as he looked up from his sketchbook. “y/n. how nice of you to grace me with your presence.”
“it wasn’t my choice — weems wanted me to do something.. nonviolent.” you picked up the piece of charcoal in front of you, lips turning down to a slight frown. you hadn’t drawn in forever.
“i heard you tried for fencing,” xavier hummed, watching you pick up art supplies and weigh them in your hand. “you know that fencing doesn't include actual stabbing, right?”
“i do know that, thorpe,” you grumbled, avoiding eye contact as you removed your blazer, leaving only your white button up and messy tie. you rolled up your sleeves, oblivious to the way xavier’s eyes slowly went to your arms.
you were strong.
he had always guessed it — he had gotten stoned with ajax the night prior and they spent the next hour searching up how strong every outcast really was. valkyries, xavier learned, had superhuman strength, agility, stamina, and fighting abilities, so he wasn’t sure why he was so shocked to see your toned arms.
there was a tattoo of a sword on your inner forearm. it was so intricately drawn that he found himself staring at it for a little too long, simply admiring the style. admiring the way it decorated your skin.
"it's stupid how there's no actual stabbing in it," you continued, absentmindedly rolling up your sleeves. you side-eyed xavier, eyes uninterested as you watched the way he stared at your tattoo. "weirdo," you muttered, standing up abruptly and breaking his trance. “i’m going to do sculpting.”
xavier snorted, covering his gawking with his usual confidence as he fixed himself on his stool, spreading his legs just a bit. "since when did you sculpt?" he asked, half disinterested and half curious as he watched you shrug.
"one of my foster parents had a pottery studio." you stared at him blankly, a pause of awkward silence encompassing you before you said a curt, "bye," and left xavier at his easel.
xavier pulled his attention back to his sketchbook, eyes burning holes into his page of a certain pigtailed girl. for an hour he sat there, drawing in his visions on his sketchbook; many of which were of wednesday.
but one page in particular made him stop and stare. in his trance, much too focused on the feeling of his charcoal pencil on paper to care for what he was truly drawing, he had drawn what seemed to be an angel. it flew in the darkness of the page, her arms outstretched and its wingspan wide as she looked up at the top of the page. her hand was holding an invisible hand, but he saw the detail he put into the bandages that adorned her arms and knuckles.
hesitantly, xavier put his hand over the page, watching as the drawing began to move. the angel's arm moved ever so slightly, and his heart thumped loud in his chest when he saw your tattoo on your forearm.
subtly, he looked up through his eyelashes towards where you had been working, his mouth running dry as he watched you start to center your clay on the pottery wheel. you were surrounded by bowls, mugs, and plates of all kinds, being a rather quick worker with a delicate hand for someone who loved to fight. xavier watched you shape the clay in your hands, the substance molding easily as you moved it.
the sight of your eyes snapping up to meet his made him hide his enamor with a lazy smile and an awkward wave, which made you scoff and return to your pottery. but his eyes lingered on you, focused on the way your elbows were on your legs, how you were hunched over and how your arms were messy with clay. how your hair was much messier than when the class started. how your jaw was clenched in concentration, your eyes like a hawk's as you stared at the mug you were creating.
quickly, xavier looked back at his sketched, eyes set on the drawing he had done of you. it was such a specific image; how odd.
on your first friday in nevermore, enid had dragged you along with her to the harvest festival fair, saying something along the lines of "we have to ride every ride there!" that made you reluctantly agree to go. in any other circumstance, you would have opted to stay home and do anything but go out, but enid was enid, and she had no idea when to quit.
thing - wednesday's little hand friend - also contributed to getting you up and ready for the carnival. he was pretty persuasive.
which was how you found yourself awkwardly standing next to a carnival game after enid ran off with ajax, a boy she very obviously liked. it was confusing how people could be so blind to things like that.
the tight black long sleeve you wore was, in your opinion, enough to keep yourself warm as your body generated more body heat than many others. frankly, you looked pretty grumpy standing next to a carnival game you had already won, one of your hands holding a medium sized teddy bear that you (reluctantly) accepted. if it weren't for the fact that all the games were rigged, then you would have gotten the largest one.
"what happened to enid?"
you groaned as you turned towards the voice, finding xavier standing behind you, his hands in his pockets and his hair down. he was dressed in casual clothing, same as you, but you could recognize that subtle smug attitude anywhere. it was as if the smirk he wore could never get run down.
"went off with ajax. probably on a rollercoaster." you looked him up and down with a discontented look. "why are you alone?"
"i came here with ajax and rowan." xavier shrugged, leaning against the carnival table. a toothy grin crept onto his face, his tone teasing as he continued, "are you willing to keep me company?"
"no."
xavier rolled his eyes at your constant grumpiness, shrugging his shoulders as he quickly changed the subject. "i lost them both a while ago. i've just been walking and looking for.." his eyes left you, landing on some people behind you.
you looked back, immediately connecting the dots as you watched wednesday stand next to a guy near a ride, wednesday (surprisingly) contributing to conversation as they paid you and xavier no mind. an amused smile came on your face, and you held back the laugh you were about to let out. "oh my gods, you like wednesday."
xavier frowned, looking at you incredulously. "i don't," he denied. you watched his body movements with a smirk, observing how he fixed his posture and puffed his chest up ever so slightly out of defense.
"i'm not stupid, thorpe. you just gawked at her like a lovesick fool," you snorted, crossing your arms over your chest again.
xavier found himself staring at your arms, the muscles you had worked hard for easily shown off in your black long sleeve.
"if only you weren't so annoying," he muttered under his breath, sighing. "i don't like her," xavier repeated, following your actions and crossing his arms. he looked at you annoyedly, the amusement that danced in your eyes only pissing him off further. "i think she's interesting, that's all."
"denial is always the first step," you sing songed, your smirk turning into a cheshire like grin. "honestly, you should've seen the look on your face."
xavier scoffed. "what look?"
"the look you always have when wednesday walks by." you were laughing now, your careless teasing and prodding making his presence all the more tolerable in your opinion. "like a lovesick puppy. it's kind of pathetic, honestly - like, haven't you barely talked to her.." your words died out as your eyes caught sight of something you didn't expect to see within your first week in nevermore.
the glow.
you saw the shining gold before you saw who it surrounded. it was blindingly bright particles that floated and emitted a bright light that only you could see. all your senses were honed in on him, far too focused on the soul you had to guide to notice that he was following wednesday, who had trailed off moments prior.
your eyes widened when you saw rowan walk by, the golden glow surrounding him making your eyes cloud over in white. your irises and pupils disappeared into nothing, leaving your eyes a milky white. you felt that familiar tug in your chest, the one that brought nothing but dread and danger, and the immediate pain of loss. the glow that surrounded him was shining horribly bright; his death was really close.
"y/n? hello?" xavier followed your view, a snicker leaving his lips. "oh, i see." he watched as rowan's walk turned into a run into the nearby woods; right after wednesday. "i didn't know your eyes did that when you saw someone you like, y/n -"
"can you shut up, thorpe?" you snapped, shoving the bear towards him before turning around and walking away. your walk turned into a run as you followed rowan, knowing fully well that your agility would make you easily catch up with him. but as with the glow, your mind was only focused on him. nothing else mattered in that moment except for the fact that rowan laslow was going to die.
the sound of a roar made your hold your hand out, your tattoo of a sword glowing and making your sword materialize. on your back, hidden under the confines of your shirt, your tattoo of wings began to glow. that too, began to materialize, your wings writhing and stretching as it ripped through your shirt and spread out around you. pure white feathers flapped a few times, accustoming itself to the space, before you began to lift off the ground.
you flew towards the sound of the roaring, dodging trees and bushes before you saw a large monster over rowan, its claws digging into his chest. wednesday hunched over, catching her breath not too far away, and with no hesitation you flew faster and kicked the monster away from rowan. it let out another screech, one of pain this time, but you couldn't have cared less for its ugly form, for you were too focused on the dying boy on the ground.
the glow never lied. you saw his soul appear next to his body, merely a blue transparent silhouette in your eyes. you swallowed thickly, the pain of such a young soul being lost weighing heavy in your heart as you held your free hand out.
wordlessly, he accepted it. his hand was ice cold against your live one, and with that, you flew. you flew up thousands of feet, moving fast as your wings forced you up higher, higher, higher.
you broke through the clouds, breath heaving as you looked at the silhouette of rowan. the one that used to be alive, with a beating heart and living thoughts.
"there's a light," rowan murmured, his eyes set on the blinding light only he could see. but you saw nothing but the stars and the moon.
you only smiled sadly. "that will take you to where you need to go."
your job was a hard one. you brought them to the entrance of their death and allowed them to go there themselves and be there for eternity. there was no satisfaction from it, other than the fact that they weren't lost. they knew where they had to be.
you felt his silhouette disappear, the hand you were once holding now disappearing into nothing. your eyes reverted back to normal, and you looked around you at the emptiness around you. you were left with only the pain of losing another human.
you let out a sharp exhale, forcing yourself to think of anything but the soul you had just guided to the heavens, before flying back down to the woods. that was one of the hardest parts of your job; you felt the pain of them leaving. you understood that they would be missed, that they had an entire family and friends that would continue to miss them. you felt that pain from the moment you held his hand to fly him to the heavens, to the second he left.
the sound of flapping wings made wednesday look up from where she stood. she had been staring at the drawing rowan had kept in his pocket before your arrival, in which she quickly pocketed it and turned to you. your chest was heaving slightly, your arm bleeding from a twig that had seemingly gotten in your way during your flight between the trees. your wings folded behind you, and you opted to keep them out for as long as possible; it was hard to have them confined for long periods of time.
"did you guide him to valhalla?" wednesday asked, her tone as dead pan as ever, as if the fact that you had huge angel wings was the least of her troubles (which, in that moment, probably was). she was out of breath as well, her once perfect pigtails now a frizzy mess upon her head.
"i guided him to the entrance of whatever he believes in," you replied, looking down at his body and swallowing thickly. to change your focus, you glanced at wednesday, "your lack of response to a near death experience is admirable," you stated, making her nod curtly.
"truthfully, it was the most fun i have had all week," wednesday replied.
ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI
#AUTHORSNOTE— that was the first part of my new series! feel free to send me asks about it and ask to be on the taglist! thank you sm for reading :)
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Xavier Thorpe x Reader x Ajax Petropolus
Seven Minutes in Heaven
"Y/n!" Enid called out bursting into your shared bedroom "you wanna play a game?"
You looked up from the book you were reading and grinned putting it down. "Sure! What game?" You asked jumping off your bed and walking over to Enid "is anyone else playing?"
Enid smirked before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door "seven minutes in heaven and some other students" she said, "you can't back out now you said yes already."
You chuckled, complying with the girl's wishes, besides you were in need of a little entertainment.
Enid led you to the Quad where a whole bunch of students were sitting.
Your eyes landed on Ajax and Xavier causing you to immediately tense and turn to Enid.
She was grinning from ear to ear her eyes having a mischievous twinkle "oh, did I forget to mention the two guys you like are also going to play?" She asked, feigning innocence.
You rolled your eyes "tell me you don't have a plan" you said, to which Enid just shrugged still grinning.
She then walked over to Ajax who handed her a beanie.
"Alright everyone's put something in the hat, right?" She called out and once everyone nodded she continued "alright who wants to go first?"
She walked around, passing everyone who had their hands raised to volunteer, and went straight to you.
"Pick something y/n," she said, holding the beanie out to you.
You decided to throw caution to the wind and dipped your hand into the makeshift bag, before pulling out something random.
In your hand was a paintbrush, but wrapped around the handle was a small snake figurine.
"Ooo, a paintbrush and snake!" Enid called out, and both Ajax and Xavier stood up.
Your eyes widened and darted over towards the girl "I wonder how that happened" she said, but her eyes hadn't lost the mischievous glint "now the three of you in that room, you have seven minutes!"
Enid pushed Xavier in first, followed by you and then Ajax, whispering good luck in your ear before closing the door.
It was dark in the room, but when your eyes adjusted you found yourself in a barely big enough storage room.
You mentally cursed out Enid, reminding yourself to get back at her by talking to Wednesday later.
"Sooo how did you guys get involved in this?" You asked breaking the silence awkwardly, causing the two boys to chuckle.
"I'm good, Enid dragged us here together after barely explaining anything" Ajax sounded from behind you, and you could faintly see Xavier nod his head.
You nodded "same here…" you trailed off silence taking over for a few seconds "no one else's gonna talk? Just gonna stand here in creepy silence? Alright then."
All three of you laughed but it died down and you rolled your eyes "guys that means start t-"
"Actually, I got a question," Xavier said
You smiled "great, see Ajax? Take notes" you joked "what's up?"
Unbeknownst to you, both Xavier and Ajax were smirking cause they knew something you didn't know, at least not yet.
"You got a crush on anyone?" He asked, acting as if it was just a normal conversation topic.
You, however, tensed up, desperately trying to play it cool "maybe, maybe not" you replied, "…what makes you ask?"
Xavier chuckled "want me to let you on a secret?" He asked taking a small step towards you.
You took a step back and would have continued but your back bumped into someone's chest. You mentally cursed at yourself, realizing you were now trapped between Xavier and Ajax.
You could feel the rumble from Ajax as he chuckled and leaned down next to your ear, hands planted on your waist "we planned this whole thing" he said.
Xavier smirked "that snake wrapped around the paintbrush wasn't just a coincidence love" he said.
"What? But I thought Enid-" you trailed off, as the pieces began to fit together.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, thankful for the lack of light in the room cause you were sure your face was bright red.
"We both like you y/n and we know you like us too, but you weren't going to say anything so we took matters into our own hands," Xavier said, "did it work?"
You smirked a bit, if they did this you might as well have some fun "I don't know, I think I need more convincing. That is if your able to do-"
Lips were on yours in an instant, Xavier placing his hands above Ajax's, squeezing slightly.
When he pulled away, you felt Ajax move one of his hands, and then your head was being turned gently to look behind you, and a new pair of lips were on yours.
Just as he pulled away the door to the room opened, revealing Enid standing in the doorway.
You went to move, but both boys tightened their hold on you keeping you between them.
"We're going to need a few more minutes," Xavier said, as Ajax reached out and closed the door again.
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Hello :) can you do a Xavier x reader when Wednesday locked up the reader in Xavier hut. Because she is fed up seing the two of them flirt ? Please? (More in Xavier side because, she is a oblivious)
Locked in - Xavier Thorpe
A/N: sorry that this took so long to write, ive been crazy busy with my exams. i hope this is kind of what you wanted me to write. thank you very much for requesting something, i really appreciate it!
warnings: don't think there are any
word count: 1.4k
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The sun was almost under, a few more sunbeams shining between the trees in the forest. It was quiet at that time of day, the only thing that could be heard were a few birds singing to each other and the sound of crunchy leaves made by the footsteps of two Nevermore students. It was a rather odd duo, Wednesday and y/n almost never went out with just the two of them. Usually Enid would accompany them since she's their mutual friend, but Wednesday insisted that only y/n should follow her into the forest. It was a bit suspicious in all honesty, what could she possibly need from her that Enid isn't allowed to know. The girl in black and white was very unpredictable, so the possibilities were endless actually. Maybe she wants to sacrifice her or maybe she's going to torture her to get some valuable information about the monster that's been loose.
"Where did you say you were taking me again?"
"I never said where we were going. But you'll see soon enough.", Wednesday said as she dragged y/n to a place deep in the woods.
After a few more minutes of walking in silence, Wednesday claimed they had reached their location. The view definitely wasn't as promising as y/n had hoped for, stopping in front of a weird looking shed. Now she was certain the cold girl was going to torture her until she'd get the information she was looking for. Why else would she take her to a wonky hut in the middle of the woods?
"This is what you wanted to show me? An old barn?", y/n said unimpressed.
"The outside may not be very promising, but the inside will be much more to your liking.", she says as she opens the door for her to take a look inside.
Y/n stood in the door opening, eyes scanning around the musty room before landing on Xavier peaking out from behind a big canvas in the back. Before she was able to turn around with a frown on her face and ask what was going on, Wednesday pushed y/n inside and slammed the door right in her face. Hearing the sound of a key turning in it's lock on the other side of the door caused y/n to push and pull at the door handle, trying to get out.
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Xavier's pov
I was deep in my thoughts, concentrating on the canvas in front of me, until I heard the door of my shed close loudly. I never even heard the door open but when I looked behind my canvas I saw y/n with her back turned towards me, trying to get out of my shed.
"Wednesday what the hell!", she yelled out, still not giving up on escaping.
"Uhm, what is going on here?", I asked confused.
"Wednesday said she wanted to show me something and now she locked me up in here. What are you doing here? Did she lure you in here too?"
"This is my shed actually, so I don't see why she would bring you here. Mind if I try?", I pointed to the door handle she was still gripping tightly. She gave me a quick nod before moving aside, allowing me to try opening the door. But it had no use, guess this shed was stronger than I thought.
"What is the meaning of this Wednesday?", I called out hoping she would still be there to give me an explanation of what was happening.
"I won't let you out until you stop lying to yourselves and confess already. Watching you two flirt with each other all the time makes me want to crawl inside an incinerator, turn it on and let it burn me alive. Although I'm usually fond of a burning sensation, I can't stand seeing you deny the obvious tension between the two of you.", she responded while we could hear her put the key away in her backpack and taking a few steps back.
"You can't be serious. She's joking right?", I looked back and forth between the door and y/n.
"Unfortunately, I don't think the word joking is in Wednesday's dictionary.", y/n mumble while looking away from me. I swear I could see a slight blush on her face.
"I'm always serious, thought you would know that by now Xavier. But it's starting to get dark outside and I don't want to miss my writing time, so I'd get comfortable if I were you and start confessing already. I'll be back later."
The sound of her boots stepping on leaves kept getting further away, it was clear she had left us in here alone. I turned around to look at y/n, the girl mumbling something under her breath. Wednesday was right about many things, there definitely was a tension between us that neither of us wanted to address. I've noticed how y/n's behavior was always different around me, she would be much more clumsy and she would always have that faint blush showing no matter how hard she tried to hide it. I never realized what that might have meant, but maybe that's what Wednesday was trying to say. What else would she be talking about right? It gives me a moment of hope, hope that y/n might actually be feeling the same way.
A few awkward minutes of silence go by, neither of us knowing what to say to one another. I stood there leaning against the wooden table in my shed, y/n had slid down the wall and was sitting on the floor with her head hiding in her arms. Playing with a paintbrush in my hand, I thought back to what Wednesday said before walking away. 'I won't let you out until you stop lying to yourselves and confess already.'. She was dead serious about keeping us here locked in until we talk about our feelings, at least that's what I assume she was trying to say. So I guess there was nothing else we could do but listen to her.
"Do you like me?", I managed to say way more direct than I wanted it to be. She shot her head up to look at me with wide eyes, I could just tell she was getting nervous from my question.
"What? I mean yea- I guess, cuz we're like friends you know, of course I like you...", she stuttered. It made me chuckle to see her reacting that way, it really was becoming obvious that she did like me.
"Not just in a friend way, y/n."
Taking a few steps in her direction, she shuffled in her place tensely, squatting down in front of her. I reached my hand out to tug a piece of her hair behind her ear, looking into her pretty eyes. She wasn't answering my question but instead just stared back at me, my hand resting on her warm cheek.
"I like you, more than just a friend.", I decided to say since she wasn't ready to talk yet. It looks like words just weren't really her thing, but actions certainly were. Without saying anything, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. It took me by surprise, not expecting her to make such a bold move all of a sudden. I didn't hesitate to kiss her back instantly, her lips were so soft and gentle that I never wanted to let go of her. But she slowly pulled away and let go of my shirt, face still close to mine.
"I really like you too, Xavier.", she whispered to me and I could see a small smile appear. It made me smile too, happy that the tension was finally gone between us. Who would've thought Wednesday was such a good matchmaker?
"Are you sure you know where we're going? We've been walking for like 15 minutes and I still don't see a stupid hut. Oh God, I should've just insisted to come with them. Maybe they're like dying in there, I mean I would die if I wasn't able to post on my blog for this long.", a familiar voice said in the distance,
"Enid, can you please calm down. I know where Xavier's shed is, he's showed it to me a few times. And they've only been in there for 45 minutes maybe so stop exaggerating, I'm sure they're just fine.", another familiar voice replied as they were getting closer.
The door of my shed started to rattle before it swung open, revealing Enid and Ajax. A worried Enid started sprinting towards us to ask if we're okay, meanwhile Ajax was still standing in the door opening eying us suspiciously. Looks like Enid somehow succeeded in convincing Wednesday to tell her what she did to her best friend, dragging Ajax with her to find us. Maybe next time we should lock them up in here, think they could use a little confession time as well.
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Sunday Morning
Summary:
You and Xavier get up to some lazy morning sex after you spend the night in his dorm.
Contains:
Sex. Duh. It’s between an afab reader and Xavier, so you can guess what parts are used.
It’s told in second person. No y/n or gendered pronouns for the reader here.
The sex is unprotected. Condoms are important guys.
It’s fluffy but it’s a sarcastic kind of fluffy. The reader definitely has Dom sort of undercurrent.
Technically underaged, or you can consider them as eighteen-year-olds. Or you can consider the fact while the character is about sixteen, the actor is twenty-one.
I guess there’s also fingering, hickeys, and some hints of hair-pulling? Do those need separate warnings? I don’t know what I’m doing.
Oh, and it’s about two-thousand words long.
Author’s Note:
Remember that time that I said this would be out before the end of February? Yeah, me too. College midterms are a bitch. Also this is my first fanfic post to Tumblr and to the fandom so if there’s publishing etiquette I’m missing or other constructive criticism, please let me know. Also, if you can guess the band and album for the song I stole the title from, two gold stars for you.
Smut Below The Cut.
You awoke to sunlight streaming through an open window and smacking you in the face. Vile sun. You attempted to roll over, pulling the blankets with you, but the blankets pulled back. Weird. Come to think of it, waking up to sunlight was also weird. Blackout curtains were part and parcel when one was roommates with a vampire. Giving the blankets another tug, you buried your face in the pillow underneath you, trying to recall the events of the night before.
There had been a Nightshade meeting. You had snuck out of your dorm room after your roommate had fallen asleep. The meeting had run later than usual. When Bianca had called the meeting to a close at three in the morning after a game of 'Never Have I Ever' had gotten out of hand, Xavier had insisted that it was his 'good boyfriend duties' to walk you back to your dorm. It was then that you realized the time and that there was no way you were successfully sneaking back into your dorm room that night. Which would mean that you were...
A look to your left confirmed it. Xavier's caramel-colored hair spilled over the bed in ribbons, his left elbow propping up his peacefully sleeping face. You reached over and poked his cheek, causing his brows to crinkle slightly and air to escape harshly out his nose. His reaction was cute, so you prodded him again, harder, and this time closer to his mouth. Bleary eyes squinted back yours as Xavier woke up, eyelashes fluttering against the sunlight.
"What'd you do that for?"
You ran your thumb over his lower lip, pulling back when he tried to stick out his tongue and lick it. "You looked cute."
"But I was sleeping," his disgruntled tone contrasted sharply with how he placed his right hand against the small of your back and pulled you closer to him and away from the edge of the bed.
"Go back to sleep then," you retorted, throwing a leg over him and pulling the two of you closer together. Gently gripping his jaw, you tilted his head up, pressing a kiss into the corner of his mouth.
"Maybe I will," Xavier retorted, chasing your lips for a kiss. You evaded him, turning his face away from yours so you could begin to suck a hickey on the place where his jawline curved to meet his ear. "Hey--not fair--I can't sleep when you're doing that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to stop?" Xavier gasped when you bit down lightly, then whined when you pulled away. "I'll let you go back to sleep then."
"No--wait--that's not--I wanted--" Xavier's hand moved from being outside your t-shirt to pushing the fabric up so that he could run his fingers over the bare skin of your back, tickling you slightly. This motion was coupled with his hips bucking up to meet you, growing erection dragging against your pelvis.
"What is it that you wanted?" Your hand went from his jaw to his hair, fingers threading through the strands against his scalp before grabbing a fistful. Using his hair as leverage, you pulled him into a kiss, teeth scraping against his lower lip as he moaned.
"You--fuck--" Xavier's voice broke off into a moan when you reached into his sweatpants and wrapped your hand around his dick, firmly stroking from base to tip. His hips jerked up to meet your touch, fingers fumbling to pull down the black panties you were wearing. "I want--"
The angle at which your bodies met was awkward, so you rolled the two of you over to straddle his upper thighs, panties tangled around your ankles and t-shirt getting turned inside-out as you took it off. Utilizing your new vantage point, you pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his now-leaking dick. "Want me to ride you?"
"Yeah--okay--please--" You pushed two fingers into his mouth, shutting him up. While Xavier had many talents, coherency during sex was not one of them. When your fingers were sufficiently coated in spit, you dragged them along his tongue and over his lower lip, a string of saliva falling back as they left his mouth.
You were wet enough that figuring out where Xavier kept his lube wasn't worth it, so instead, you used your newly spit-coated fingers to stretch yourself once, twice, three times, feeling him push against your opposite palm that you had planted against his stomach in order to hold him still. Sinking down onto his dick felt like being flooded with warmth, your legs trembling as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. You paused when he bottomed out, adjusting your hands so that your thumbs brushed along the valleys of his hips. Taking a breath to ground yourself, you attempted to make eye contact with Xavier, whose eyes were scrunched closed as his breath came out in pants.
"Xavi?" His eyes opened at the sound of his name, hands gliding over your thighs and ass before finding purchase at your waist. You rolled your hips, grinning as he let out a breathy moan. "How're we feeling?"
Xavier gave you a look that would've read as "how the fuck do you think" if it hadn't been so blissed out. You rolled your hips again, letting out a moan yourself as you built up a steady pace, going from little more than a slow rocking motion to a faster--but still lazy--rhythm. It's too early, and you're still too sleepy for anything more energetic. Xavier seems to disagree, whining when you don't let him speed things up.
"Faster...please?" Ordinarily, you'd give in to Xavier's begging, but this time listening to his whimpering would be more rewarding. The signs that he was getting close--like the faint crease between his eyebrows and the trembling of his lower lip--were starting to appear already, and you wanted to savor the moment.
He turned out to be closer than you thought. You were running your palms over his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding through his ribcage--when abruptly he grabbed your forearms, fingers digging into you almost painfully. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt his hips jerk against yours, and your pussy was suddenly flooded with warm spurts of cum. You waited for him to stop shaking, gently removing your arms from his grip after he went limp and carefully lifting yourself off his now-spent dick. Pressing a kiss to his hairline, you waited for him to return to reality, your own climax not yet reached.
"Xavi...?" He blinked rapidly, then rolled onto his side to look at you. "Help me out here?" Xavier squinted at you, confused, then his eyes widened in realization.
"Right...yeah..." He reached up a hand, thumb brushing lightly over your clit before sliding two fingers into you, the cum still leaking out of you a stand-in for lubricant. "Like this?"
Xavier knew you wanted it like that, but you figured it was fair play after your "how're we feeling" comment. Unlike him, you didn't lose your ability to sass back just because you were so aroused you felt like you were vibrating. "Fuck you."
"You just did." Xavier laughed as he picked up the pace of his fingers, using his other hand to grab one of your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. You reacted with a moan, not bothering to respond to his teasing. Just because you had the ability to sass back didn't mean it was worth it. Sitting up a bit, Xavier replaced his thumb with his mouth, swirling his tongue over your nipple before sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin of your cleavage. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you gasped, your body tingling with your rapidly approaching orgasm.
Pressing a kiss against the hickey he'd left, Xavier switched to the other side, the hand not preoccupied with fingering you placed between your shoulder blades, pressing your tits further into his face as he began to work at a second hickey to mirror the first. It was the feeling of his mouth coupled with the scrape of a blunt nail over your clit that finally broke the dam, your orgasm washing over you in waves and your legs shaking with pleasure.
The feeling of his hair running through your fingers, his hands against your bare skin, and the texture of wrinkles in the bedsheets under you were all heightened--along with a vague awareness of Xavier shifting his hold on you into something more resembling a hug. Slowly, you loosened your grip on his hair, fingers flexing as feeling seeped back into them. You took a few deep breaths to bring yourself back into the physical plane, returning Xavier's hug and pressing a kiss into his hair. He mumbled something into your cleavage, but your mind still wasn't present enough to make sense of it.
"Hmm...?" You questioned. Folding your legs underneath you so that you both were now sitting face-to-face, you brushed back some errant strands of his hair to better see his eyes. "What was that?"
"I was wondering what time it was. And also thinking aloud that you're beautiful," Xavier tacked onto the end when the corner of your mouth twitched. But he was right though; getting dressed and out of bed was probably a good idea. Pulling away from the hug, you leaned across his lap to grab your phone and your t-shirt that had ended up tossed over Xavier's bedside table.
"You're not too bad yourself, Sweetheart. Can I borrow a pair of sweatpants?" Though somewhat preoccupied with turning your t-shirt inside out and pulling it over your head, you caught a glimpse of Xavier blushing at the pet-name. "Five seconds ago, your face was buried between my tits, but 'Sweetheart' makes you blush?"
"Shut up. 'S different," Xavier mumbled in response, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and locating his pants. "Did you check the time?"
"Eleven and some change. You're still dripping out of me." You ran two fingers over the fluids leaking out your pussy and held them up as evidence. Preoccupied with pulling his sweatpants over his hips, Xavier was not paying attention, so you stuck them in your mouth instead. "Do you have tissues or a washcloth or something?"
"Um, yeah. One second." Xavier tossed you a box of Kleenex, followed by the pair of pants you had worn the night before. "Do you need anything else?"
"Not really." You cleaned yourself up as best as possible with the tissues, then pulled up your panties, followed by your pants, grimacing at the slightly sticky feeling. You grabbed your phone, confirmed you hadn't forgotten anything, then gave Xavier a quick kiss on the cheek. "Mostly a change of clothes and a shower."
"Yeah, okay. Meet me in the cafeteria for lunch?" Xavier pulled you back from his door into a more forceful goodbye kiss.
You smiled against his lips, then pulled away, opening the door out of his dorm. "Yeah, see you in fifteen."
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LOVER | Music Prompt | Xavier LnD
Turn this song on before you start reading ;) >>>
Taylor Swift x Shawn Mendes LOVER
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to invite all the lovers to the dancefloor for this waltz," the announcer smiled as he nodded at the band of musicians.
The men went up to their lovers and requests for the dance.
Old and young, couple-by-couple walked to the dancefloor.
We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January
And this is our place, we make the rules
The couples swayed around, eyes not leaving the other, faces beaming with love.
I smiled as I watched them, swaying my head to the beat.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close?
Forever and ever
"Young lady, are you not going to dance?" the elder woman sitting on the chair beside me, her cane leaned on the table, questioned.
"I might, if someone were to ask me," I chuckled.
"These men are very rude, why haven't they asked a pretty lady as yourself for a dance," she shook her head as she scanned the ballroom.
"It is alright Ma'am. There is always next time," I bowed my head to her before turning back to the scene.
Well, there is someone who I wish to dance with.
However, Crown Price Xavier was whisked away with political affairs and I haven't seen him at all tonight.
On the other side of the hall, Crown Prince Xavier walked in the hall alongside with his aides.
His eyes slightly widened at the sound of current popular song amongst the lovers and couples dancing.
He glanced around the room and automatically flick his gaze towards one corner.
The lady in golden was standing looking happily at the scene while sipping her glass.
I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty
See, I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall
Xavier quickly made his way towards her.
"Your highness" "Crown Prince"
People bowed to him as he passed. He could only nod before rushing towards his target.
Why is the ballroom so big? The song will end before he gets to her.
'Wait, why didn't I teleport?' Xavier mentally facepalm himself.
Forever and ever, ah
Take me out, and take me home (Forever and ever)
You're my, my, my-
Just as I was about to take another sip of my drink, a hand with golden glow took the glass away from my hand and put it aside.
The glacier eyes met mine, with a boyish grin, he took my now empty hand and lead me to the dance floor.
My lover~
Everyone made way for the Crown Prince Xavier. Their surprise expressions couldn't be hidden.
Crown Prince Xavier will dance ! Such a rare sight !
Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?
With every guitar string scar on my hand
Xavier pulled me against him, his left hand held my right.
His right hand grabbed my left hand, placing on his shoulder before bringing his hand to my waist.
Looking into his gentle eyes, I couldn't help but to grin.
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth
Xavier swayed with me. His eyes never leaving me.
The girl in my story has always been you
I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true, for you, lover
Xavier leaned close to me before pulling back, he twirled me. Just like my golden dress, specs of glowing light seems to float around me - following my movement.
He step forward and leaned into my back, holding my waist -
And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover (Save you a seat)
He took a hold of my hands again and turned me to face him. We swayed following the beat of the music.
As the beat gotten upbeat, our steps fasten and more glowing lights surrounded us.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close?
I heard the people cheering but I could only see Xavier. His intense eyes put me in a spell, unable to look away.
You're my, my, my, my
Oh, you're my, my, my, my
Xavier twirl me once more, before bowing to me. I followed in suit and curtsy to him.
Darling, you're my, my, my, my
He brought my right hand towards his lips, his eyes look into mine.
Placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand.
Lover
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Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 12
Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore Academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.
Part 12 finale
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You stood for what felt like hours, just trying to make sense of what hit you all at once. Xavier looked so relieved to finally get everything off his chest. Maybe this was one of the strange daydreams you had, you shook your head. But Xavier was still standing in front of you. Pursing his lips tightly shut.
"Now... I know you still like him and... whatever. If that's what makes you happy then so be it. But just know (y/n) I love you. More than he could." Xavier had to accept the fact you weren't his. You had your eyes out for another man. Xavier walked away from you, leaving you standing still with no sense of mind. Something inside you hurt to watch him leave, but your feet were chained to the ground unwillingly. You couldn't move and run after him. So you stood, there hopelessly yearning for something so far from you.
If it wasn't for Wednesday that found you still standing in the cold- you'd be standing outside like a gorgon had stoned you. You couldn't say anything, you were just thinking. Thinking of Xavier, what he was to you. What you were to him. You never knew such feelings could manifest in you. Such powerful feelings. But Xavier was wrong, about you and Morte. He was long gone out of the picture when you danced with Xavier. You remember how your heart felt so warm, but you dismissed it. You never had that stupid crush on Morte- you were just trying to avoid falling for a man you couldn't have because of someone you thought was your friend. You spent time and time. Thinking and... nothing. You couldn't make sense of any of it. You had to go talk to Xavier.
You went to his dorm, empty. You went to his art studio, empty. You even went to Ajax to see if he was with him...and what would you know. Nothing, again. 'Come on come on THINK' You yelled at yourself, heart pacing as you forced logical thoughts into your mind. Then you remembered the nightshades. Wednesday told you about their pathetic attempt to interrogate her. That was your very last hope. You stood at the entry, trying to remember what Wednesday told you about this place. How to get in and all their strange books inside. Claps? Clicks? Snaps? Snaps! Snaps! That's what it was, Snaps. Just... how many? It didn't matter, but you raised you'd hand in the air and snapped your fingers against each other. Luckily you went with your gut feeling and went with number two. To your relief, the statue moved back exposing an entry into the darkness. Shady 100% but you had to do this one thing.
With caution you walked down the dark steps, holding tightly to the bannister by your side so you wouldn't go falling head-first down a flight of stairs. It was dark. Duh... it was called nightshades. You mock yourself in your mind as you finally reach the stairs. There was minimal lighting, but that was for the mood I suppose. Your thoughts kept going until you saw a familiar tall figure with a book in hand. Xavier stood against a bookshelf with one in his hand, looking dully at the words with little to no interest. He was sulking. There were towers of books all around you, that stretched as high as the ceiling. It was ominous, dark dim lighting with black and white paintings that were nailed to the walls. Some of which you recognised.
"Yknow, for a secret society. It's not very secret." Xavier spoke up, shutting the book with a loud thud before putting it in a space behind him. His eyes search for you through the room full of darkness. You awkwardly laugh at his small stupid comment. "Well I think you'd be an idiot if you didn't know how to get in..." You shrug your shoulders approaching him. It was just you and him in this echoing room. Xavier chuckles at you, folding his arms over his hoodie as he pushed his back against the sturdy bookshelf that held him up. "Xavier...look what you said." You cut from the lighthearted topic, your voice instantly turning more timid as you spoke through the dusty air filled with centuries of collected dust on unused books. "No, I know what you are going to say. You like morte, yes I get it. I said this earlier. If that's what... makes you happy then. I'll be happy too." Xavier tried to sound like he wasn't bothered by it, but he was disappointed. He looked at you with a sunken expression. Xavier held to the sleeve of his hoodie tightly, his fingertips tips turning white under the pressure of the hold.
"No Xavier. That's the exact opposite of what I have to say." You respond in a calm order, shaking your head. Your hair slightly shaking; following the movement of your head. Xavier's eyes stiffened as you said that. "Xavier, I never liked him. I thought I did. I lied to myself, and you. I couldn't care less about some... vampire posh-boy. I like you. I was just... trying to protect Bianca and myself." You expose yourself, eyes going soft under the small amounts of lights that bounced off your eyes as you walked across the enchanted halls towards Xavier. "After the dance, I felt many things change for me. So I started...lying to myself. Telling myself you're just a friend, a good friend I can't have those feelings for." Xavier looked...shocked. His stern hold loosing as his hands fell limp by his sides while you continued. Small amount of tears collecting in his eyes, he didn't know if it was the happiness, the shock, the sadness or everything all together at once but it didn't matter.
"Xavier, you said you wanted to be a part of my fairytale? Then do so. Be part of it and play the act of a noble artist falling in love with his muse." You stop in front of him, looking into his eyes. The look in his eyes makes you laugh. "That's something, I don't have to act out." Xavier replied shakily while looking at you with love in his eyes. He joined in your laughter, reaching for your hands to pull you in closer to him. "I've fallen in love with my muse a long time ago. When I painted you, I never felt hand my moving so smoothly against the canvas. I've never seen colours blend so beautifully." Xavier held your hand, rubbing his finger across your fingers. Both of your hands were warm against each other's hold. A warmth you both shared. You edge closer to Xavier unknowingly, stepping closer into his embrace that attracted you.
You stared into each other's eyes, it was all silent. Apart from the pounding of both of your hearts that drummed through the air. But your eyes said enough to each other. Xaviers' hand moved to your cheek, carefully brushing your soft warm cheeks with his hand as he admired you. Studying you as if he hadn't studied you this close before. He moved his face closer towards yours, his hand shifting behind your head. Supporting the back of your head as his eyes jumped back and forth from your eyes to your lips. You were so close to him, his body warmed up against yours. You gave in totally to his hold, leaning your chest against his. Resting your rigid body against his, you melted into his warm touch. His warm hands that held you and cupped your frame to his with each moment his face got closer to yours. You shut your eyes, and for once you weren't interrupted by something stupid.
Xavier's lips finally pressed against yours. He leaned down, back moving away from the bookshelf as he moved as close as he could to you. His lips moved against yours so softly. Xavier's kiss tender just as his hold was. You held onto his arms, the fabric of his hoodie captured between your fingers as you nervously held him as the kiss went on. But you pulled away, trying to momentarily catch your breath. Your lips felt so sweet, but they were on fire. The look the two of you shared was filled with love for each other.
"(Y/n) does this mean I get to be your boyfriend?" Xavier laughs as he hugged you close to him and looked at the empty space around you. "No, we'll stay friends." You replied coldly, but you couldn't keep from laughing straight after. "Yes obviously." Sarcasm was something you maybe used a bit too often, but Xavier loved it. "Good, because now Morte will find out that you are mine. Right now, and always." He placed a small kiss on your forehead.
Could you believe it? Those few archery lessons led to this.
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Word count :1500
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˗ˋ𝑨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫𝒆 𝐡𝒆 𝐠𝒐𝒆𝐬, 𝐬𝒐 𝐩𝒆𝐫𝐟𝒆𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲
✰. summary — Xavier invites you, his dear friend, to study. But things get interesting after he details why he invited you.
✰. pairing — Xavier Thorpe x reader
✰. word count — 896
✰. genre — Purely fluff!
Xavier Thorpe and Bianca Barclay. The most prestigious rumor that’d been run through the mud within the halls of Nevermore Academy - but one rumor that’d been confirmed to be undeniably true, much to the dismay of Xavier’s many admirers. You’d never begged the question of what had been ever so enchanting about Bianca that seemed to drive her estranged lover wild, but whatever the case may be she had him sweetly wrapped around her ring finger. But between the late-night texts of sweet nothings he’d conjure up, in duality with those devilishly handsome looks he’d give you when no one was around - you were inclined to question his intentions with you and Bianca.
On such an occasion, your favorite lab partner had invited you to Nevermore’s rarely-seen library for what he detailed to be a fun ‘study date’. Not that either of you had any sort of exams coming up anytime soon, but you hadn’t figured to question the integrity of his invite, you felt mesmerized nonetheless to have been invited. So, after assuring your dorm mate had called it a night, you snuck your way around the decrepit school, eager to see the boy who always seemed to occupy your mind. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you traversed, hoping this study session would be something more.
And that it was. Seeing as Xavier had no intention of studying that rainy December evening, nothing even remotely academic related occupied his mind - no, he had other much more interesting things to think about. A more interesting person, that was.
Arriving at the library was no cause for concern, everything seemed as it should be. Dark and empty, just the way you remembered. Until practically out of thin air, a lanky figure emerged from behind a bookcase. It was him! In all his beautiful glory, awaiting his perfect partner. A cheesy grin tugged at his lips when he caught glimpse of you, calling out softly. “Hey! You finally made it!” You returned his warming remark, replying. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”
Throwing your bag on the nearest empty table, you were keen to keep the studying rouse going. “I don’t really know what we’re studying for but I-” Within seconds, Xavier was standing ever so ravishingly in front of you, with a smirk planted proudly on his face. His tall figure loomed over your smaller one, as he leaned in close - mere inches away from your face. “You know, studying is soo boring.” You furrowed your brows, eyes locked with his. “I don’t understand.” You replied coyly. But, oh you understood. More than you had understood any Math or Science that’d been thrown at you before. A cool lapse of air left his lips, causing goosebumps to trickle under your skin.
“I just wanted to be alone with you.” Cocky. Devious. But you were loving every ounce of sincere malice that left his tongue. His dominant hand removed the biology book that you held, replacing it with his, loosely lacing his fingers with yours. You did your best to hide the obvious enjoyment his affection had on you, biting the inside of your cheek to mask a forming smile. Again, you spoke up. “I thought you’d rather spend time with Bianca.” Sarcasm laced your voice giving him a worthy opponent to use his wit against. “And yet you’re still here.”
His fingers traveled up your forearm to your wrist, obtaining a subtle grip against your skin. His touch was comforting, exactly what you needed. Nothing more needed to be said between the two of you. Lost in the moment the two of you were, enjoying the closeness of each other’s company, hoping to seal the contact with a single - Thud!
The moment had been ultimately cut short in the midst of a new foe, one who had practically torn the library door off its hinges from the sheer amount of force they’d thrown it open. Heavy combat boots stomped against the carpeted floor, making Xavier separate from you in fear of who was to be revealed. Until low and behold - the worst person who could’ve happened to the two of you. Bianca.
“Ah! Xavier, figured I’d find you here.” A few unapproving glances were thrown your way, making it clear Bianca’s opinion of seeing you with him. Xavier sighed. “Yeah, we were in the middle of studying.” The bright-eyed girl stood a few feet across the room, beckoning to Xavier, yearning for him to leave with her. Bianca folded her arms across her chest to complete her intimidating stature. “You never study, what’s so important about it now?” Xavier shrugged his shoulders. “I’m failing.” Bianca sucked her teeth. “Well, that’s just too bad. You know it’s Thursday night, we have plans.”
There was a small silence that filled the air devoid of a smart remark from Xavier. In defeat, he gave in to Bianca’s call. Your eyes remained locked on him as he walked away from your secret affairs. A brooding pit had bubbled in the back of your throat, begging for tears to brim behind your eyelids. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. Your heart wanted to scream; wanted to yell at the very top of your lungs for making you miss out on what could’ve been a perfect kiss. But, Xavier was perfect for Bianca. Even if perfection falls for someone else.
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What a thing, right?
I wonder why...
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could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him
A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.
It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.
Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.
What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.
“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.
Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.
“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.
“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.
“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?
“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.
“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”
At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”
Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.
Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.
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Xavier Fluff✨️
Love and Deepspace
It's late night, there's not even one sound to be heard of, only the sound of the keys as you pull them out of your purse, you're going back home from a long day at work-- however it's not your door that you unlock.
You decide to surprise Xavier tonight, you could say you even missed him.
When you peek in and look around for him, you find him fast asleep on the couch.
"As to be expected..." You think to yourself.
As you move closer, you notice his phone screen is open. Out of curiosity, you move closer to see what he was up to.
His message app is open, your own chat specifically. He seemed to have been waiting for a text from you. You move even closer in hopes of reading the unsent message that's sitting above the keyboard.
Suddenly, Xavier grabs your arm and pulls you close. You gasp shocked with no time to react. The only thing you can do is lose balance and fall on him. He immediately notices it's you, and he softens his grip quickly.
"Oh, it's you y/n..." he seems to try to caress your wrist, but he only swiftly moves his hand away when he notices his phone is open. In embarrassment, he takes it and turns off the screen.
"...I seem to have dozed off."
You're still standing on top of him, a silly smile is painted on your face as you observe his features, causing you to get lost in thought.
He blinks and tilts his head till he notices what is going on in your mind. He flashes a warm smile and softly pushes a strand of hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.
"if I didn't know you, I would think I have something on my face..."
He says teasingly but still keeps his calm demeanor.
His hand stays still on your face before he brushes your cheek softly. You don't lose the opportunity to place your own hand on top of his and bury your face in his palm as you speak.
"Oh? And what do you think now, if you know me so well?" You say, teasing him back, eager to hear his answer.
"Let me think..."
Xavier slowly moves and wraps his arms around you, making you rest on him on the couch as you're both still sitting. His moves are elegant and caring, soft and delicate. He takes the blanket that was around him and wraps it around you both.
"I think you missed me enough to invade my home."
He says in a low whisper, the warm smile never leaving his face.
Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden exclamation, and you looked away to avoid him, even tho you liked this "confrontation."
He reaches out his hand, positioning it on your cheek once again, turning your face to look at him directly in the eyes.
"All the stars shone under the moon's gaze, nevertheless they are indeed all are cast aside at the sight of Venus and Jupiter. Awaiting for the dark veil of the night to tumble above every corner, just to see them again."
It's hard to understand his words sometimes, even when he's in the silliest mood or the most romantic one, he's still so ethereal, his eyes are like a starry night, he definitely has affected you with his metaphors.
"So, that means you missed me too?"
He raises his shoulders and snickers.
"You admit you missed me?"
He tightens his embrace around you and lays his head on your shoulder.
He's avoiding the question on purpose, he's always the one to avoid difficult situations.
You wrap your arms around his head and mess with his hair.
"I missed you as much as you missed me, Mister."
Xavier, however, seems to be getting comfortable, as he's burying his face on to your neck, he begins to be unresponsive. You poke him, to wake him up, and make him speak up. He instead lays down, his weight pushes you to lay on the couch with him, his arms still wrapping you. He still has eyes closed and is about to sleep. One of his hands trails off from your back to your waist and finds its way to your own hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours.
You let out a sigh and you close your eyes, slowly you're beginning to fall asleep.
Many minutes pass, and Xavier must have thought you had already fallen asleep.
"I missed you too." He says. You can't help but smile. You look up and notice he's already looking down at you. He gets a little startled seeing you are still awake.
"Xavier."
"Yes?"
The smile on your face grows bigger.
"I love you." You say, without hesitating one second.
He gasps at the sound of your words and seems nervous. You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. There's a small awkward pause, which, for a moment, makes you feel scared you ruined the moment. But he composes himself fast enough, and finally, he takes a deep breath and smiles back.
"I love you too, Y/N." Then he goes ahead and kisses your forehead lovingly before he lays his chin on your head. You hold him tighter, and he returns the gesture, as if you're both scared of losing each other.
You cuddle tightly and slowly fall asleep with the hopes you'll meet in your dreams, too.
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✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH
[ ACT VI: SMOKE SIGNALS ]
xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader
#SYNOPSIS— you teach xavier old norse, thing is intimidated by your father, and xavier breaks what little trust you had in him.
#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, slowburn, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, familial issues (will be mentioned in this part), gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual/suggestive content (in this part & some other parts)
#AUTHORSNOTE— i listened to sm clairo, phoebe bridgers, and adele while writing this. good luck & happy holidays xx
ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI
your shoes weighed heavy on your feet as you walked up the steps to the familiar address.
1297 brook street led to a rather run down house at the corner of a neighborhood. it was simply the skin and bones of what a house should look like; peeling walls, a rickety porch that ran around the entirety of the house's perimeter, a roof that looked on the verge of sinking. the only detail that seemed even a little bit well kept were the flowers that gave the house some color. each was perfectly in bloom just in time for spring.
the rain fell on their petals, making the blossoms bend over slowly to allow droplets of water to slide off. you found yourself staring at how much attention had been focused towards them.
the sound of walking made you look up at the porch. your hair was heavy with rainwater as you stood in front of the house, your body shaking with the cold temperature. like a puppy that had been forced to stay outside, you watched your owner— in this case, a woman in her late 30s —tend to her plants that sat in her window. through the glass you could see her touch her plants with a tender hand. her hand ran under their petals as she flowered them, gently pushing them aside as to not get int he way. she was whispering to them as though the plants had ears of their own and a conscience to listen.
and at the age of 10, you found yourself envying a flower. because how unfair was it that flowers and plants were treated better than you?
the glare from within the house had blocked most of her face as she cared for her plants. but as she stood back up, moving her head out of the way of the flare, you saw how her face was nearly identical to yours. how she had aged so gracefully, with crows feet at the corners of her eyes and soft wrinkles adorning her face, but her face was yours.
you were one and the same, you and your mother.
you walked forward, feeling the familiar drumming of your heart as you made your way to the door. the overly large hoodie you wore was like a weight on your back, pulling you down to the porch's weak wood. but you continued to walk forward, each of your steps making the floor groan. your small hand wrapped around the door's handle.
but the door flew open before you could even do it yourself. but the sudden movement didn't deter your young mind from the goal that had brought you here in the first place. if only she knew the lengths you had gone to even appear in front of her. the people you had to escape, the homes you had to survive, the roads you had to run just to find your mother.
and she stood there, the woman who cared for her plants so wonderfully, the woman whose face you had taken, the woman who birthed you, and she scowled at you.
and with that, your proud smile faltered. it was as if all of those foster homes you had run away from to get to her was nothing more than foreshadowing or what was to come.
"go away," she had practically snarled at you, and you shook your head rapidly.
"it's me! it's y/n— your y/n!" you cried, your voice quick and nervous as you tried to make her see, to make her understand. no mother would ever turn away their daughter, you knew that.
so why was she pushing you away?
your hand reached out to take her forearm. but was as though you were nothing but flames, for she pulled her arm away from you roughly as though you had burned her. "mom—"
"i am not your mom," she seethed. and when you looked into her eyes— the same eyes you saw in yourself when you looked in the mirror —you saw crimson begin to seep into them. her eyes began to bulge out of her head, and suddenly, you were staring at the monster all over again.
you let out a cry as its claws dug into your chest like a meathook.
a gasp left your lips as you shot up in bed, your lungs crying out for air as you desperately gulped in breath after breath. sweat dripped from your forehead as you pulled your legs to the side of the bed, eyes settling on the wound xavier had patched up days prior.
you hadn't dreamed about your mother in years.
the moonlight crept along the floor, bordered by the window and stopping right at your calf. it had healed significantly in a short amount of time— granted, you had godly blood and the wound was, thankfully, not too deep —but it still stung when too much pressure was placed upon it.
a small groan came from the other side of the bed. the mattress sank as xavier forced himself up. he rubbed the sleep off of his eyes, his head turning to where you sat.
you were naked, only covered by the blanket on your lap, and sitting with your head hung low. it was completely dark in his room lest for the tall rays of moonlight that stretched over the floor. but he saw your back move with every deep breath you took in. the light sheen of sweat that covered your skin that he knew wasn't from the events that happened only a few hours before.
"bad dream?" he managed to ask groggily, tilting his head to the side. his hair moved with him; it was tied neatly, but that was before xavier told you to come over.
"mhm." you didn't turn to him as you responded softly. your mind was still reeling from the events of the dream. your nordic culture taught you to take some dreams with a grain of salt, but some dreams were considered to be foreshadowings of the future. you turned over the idea over and over in your head, a part of you wanting to hold onto the dream and see it as a sign, while the other part told you to ignore it and sleep.
you had been stressed ever since the last attack at the gates' house; but you were stressed almost always nowadays. it probably shown through in your dream.
"what about?" xavier pushed further, moving forward to sit next to you. his skin didn't touch yours, but he was so close to you that he could feel the warmth that radiated off of your skin in waves. like a moth attracted to the light, he found himself almost leaning into the warmth, only to stop himself from coming closer. but the heat made the hair on his skin rise straight.
a quiet settled between the both of you.
"it was nothing."
and like that, the warmth from you was gone and replaced by the cold. you stood up, grabbing your underwear from the floor and pulling it up your legs. clothes were picked up off of xavier's floor one by one before you stood before him, fully dressed.
"how're gonna get past the house master?" xavier asked, pulling the blanket up higher to cover more of his body.
honestly, he wasn't sure why he was asking such a question; he knew fully well that you could easily get past the house master. you had done so many times before, so why would this time be any different?
he didn't know why he was asking. maybe he didn't want you to go just yet.
"i always do," you said, flashing him a reassuring smile as you put your shoes on. with that, you opened the door and left, leaving him alone yet again.
xavier tried to peacefully go back to sleep. he had gotten himself comfortably again in his own bed, the area where you once laid now empty except for the warmth your body left behind. but as he shut his eyes and allowed the hands of sleep to drag him under, he woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare. a nightmare of dr. kinbott being murdered.
he didn't tell anyone. not even you; he guessed he was a hypocrite for not doing so, as he oftentimes found himself wondering why you were so repulsed by the help of others.
but xavier knew that he was lucky to still have your presence around. he knew your suspicions were raising just as much as wednesday's were; his appearance at the attack a few days ago did little to change your minds. so rather than tell you— or anyone, really —about the particularly horrible dream he just had, he shut his mouth and kept to himself.
besides, he had found that many of his visions have been at a pause lately. not because he had seen the monster in person or was the monster, for that matter, but because he had been spending his nights with you.
you had texted him one night when wednesday and enid were out of your dorm. it was such a short text; one he could have easily teased you for if he wasn't thinking so much about you before he received it.
i need you right now.
you opened your door to find him standing at the entrance in his pajamas, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken. your were in your pajamas too— nothing more than a shirt and your underwear —but to him, you looked beautiful. the ambient lighting from behind of you only added to your natural beauty, making you glow in front of him. like an angel on earth.
you grabbed him by the collar as his hands came to cup your face, meeting him in the middle as you kissed him feverishly. your mind was full of him; his peppermint shampoo, his fingertips cupping your face as though you would easily slip away, the sound of his moan into your mouth. you pulled him in closer, shutting the door behind him as you pushed him up against it. you pulled away, looking at him for a moment.
his lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his rosy lips shiny with your shared saliva. his hair was towel dried, the wet tresses dripping water on his black shirt as xavier's head leaned back against the door. you watched his adam's apple bob as he bared his neck for you. he was looking at you with pupils blown wide with desire and his green eyes darkened with lust. he was a sinful painting come to life, and who were you to not give into your temptations?
his hands found its home at your waist as you pulled him in again.
the next morning, the entire school was called to the funeral of the mayor.
for a select few of you, attendance to the funeral was mandatory. which was why you found yourself standing next to wednesday as you stared at the mayor's casket as it went underground. you could feel the mourning of his family, but you could only say nothing as you watched and observed. your eyes landed on enid, who was standing next to ajax. her eyebrows frowned, showing her obvious discomfort.
she had packed up her things the night of the attack at the gates' house. her anger was pointed more towards than it was with you, but you believed that she had every right to be angry and to stay with yoko for the night. at the end of the day, all she wanted was to have a girls' night and to be wednesday's friend; all of which, turned out to be efforts in vain.
"guard your heart."
"what?" you turned to wednesday, whose eyes were still set on the funeral proceeding in front of you.
she didn't turn to look at you. "guard your heart. especially around him," she nodded over to xavier, who was looking back at the both of you. but you were too focused on wednesday's eerie words to care.
"i do. you know i always do." not only around him, but everyone else.
you followed everyone else as the funeral ended, your black dress barely dragging along the ground as you walked. yet again you found yourself with no umbrella— the thought had slipped your mind and only regained traction when you arrived at the funeral —and you shivered as you felt the rain hit your skin. the rain was soaking your well pinned hair; you usually dressed better for funerals out of respect.
but your exposure to the rain was quickly hindered by someone holding an umbrella over your head.
"you need to remember that umbrellas exist," xavier said with a slight tilt of his head, his words laced with a smug and teasing tone that he seemed to only have for you.
"i forgot this morning, okay?" you huffed, wrapping your jacket closer to your body. "i was busy thinking about other stuff."
"yeah?" xavier hummed, following you as he walked next to you, "like what?"
"who the monster is," his expression soured at that, though you continued to talk, "where my wings are, when they'll grow back, when eugene will wake up," you listed them all off, ending it with a sigh of frustration. those thoughts were all circulating in your head like a hamster wheel; you almost could say that you were used to it.
"does that have to do with the dream you had this morning?" xavier couldn't help but ask, his eyes widening when you sent him a warning glare. "'m jus' curious," he protested.
"i mean— i guess." the both of you walked down the sidewalks of jericho, the rain still strong as you made your way around. everyone else seemed to be hurrying to get out of the pour, but you and xavier simply walked as though it wasn't soaking wet outside. your platform shoes splashed in the mini puddles that were scattered along the concrete.
xavier subtly moved himself to walk along the edge of the sidewalk. your words trailed off as you watched him do so, a slight frown pulling your lips down. xavier couldn't help the chuckle he let out at the sight of it, asking, "what?"
"why did you do that?"
"do what?"
"move to stand near the road." you watched a car pass by you without slowing, the puddles splashing under its rolling wheels. "you're gonna get wet, idiot. no one's gonna slow down."
xavier snorted in amusement, unable to fight the genuine smile on his face as he looked at you. "yeah, but if i don't stand here, then you'll get splashed."
you groaned in response. "you're so stubborn— you know what? it's your funeral."
you kicked at a stone as you both walked side by side, xavier holding the umbrella over the both of you. only a minute of silence passed before you both found yourself standing in front of the weathervane.
"after working here, you'd think that we'd have enough of this place," he murmured to you, and you could only nod with an exasperated sigh.
"i suppose, but you've been shivering next to me for the past few minutes now," you said nonchalantly, sending xavier a smug smirk. "you think i wouldn't notice?"
"just shut up and go inside, y/n."
you both situated yourself in a booth, you sitting in front of xavier. curious if whether a certain curly haired boy was working today, you turned your head to the cafe bar, making a noise of surprise when you saw someone else working as the barista for the day. "guess tyler's busy today."
the mention of his name made xavier's lips turn close to a scowl. a small snicker left your lips at the sight of it; you didn't even have to ask why he looked irritated just at the mention of his name.
a waiter approached the both of you, and after you ordered, you turned back to xavier.
"can i know what he did to make you hate him so much?" you asked, placing your chin on your palm. xavier leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest grumpily. hit actions only made you look him up and down, adding, "i mean, it can't only be because wednesday likes him, right?"
"why do you always bring this up?" xavier asked defensively, narrowing his eyes at you. he wasn't sure if you were unaware by how nosy you could be or if you were just doing it to get on his nerves.
and if you were to be honest, you didn't know why you kept bringing it up either.
maybe it was because you were tired of xavier looking at wednesday like a puppy that she kicked. maybe you hated that you always saw him look at her with so much care in his eyes. whatever it was, it drove you nuts. so you took it upon yourself to continue to push the 'xavier and wednesday' agenda, because in a way, you lived your love life vicariously through them.
because you knew that you wouldn't have something like that. you couldn't— not if you were so scared of losing someone.
and maybe, just maybe, if you continued to push, then there would be no need for feelings.
"because it's weird seeing you get all frustrated whenever anyone brings up tyler or wednesday or both," you rolled your eyes, "and as petty as you are—"
"i'm not petty."
"as petty as you are," you repeated, "you're not the type to get like that over a girl not liking you back."
xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes and letting out a slow exhale. you were so infuriating without even trying to be.
you sent a smile at the waiter as he set your drinks down on the table. but xavier was a fool if he thought that you would forget about the topic at hand so easily, because you pushed his drink to him and took a sip of your drink before asking, "well? am i wrong?"
"no." xavier took the warm drink into his hands, holding it for a moment. "if you tell me what you saw in your dream, i'll tell you what tyler did."
your smug facade fell for a second. your sisters warnings of not opening up, wednesday's advice to guard your heart— all of their words echoed in your head. but you were equally as curious about him as he was with you, so you found yourself nodding stiffly. "the dream was about my mom," you began, feeling that familiar lump in your throat. "the first time i saw her, at least."
"i was 10— i turned 10 on the way to her house —and it took me a long time to find her," your eyebrows frowned as you continued, "a really long time. and to get to her house was even worse, 'cause i had to run away from a foster home, but i found her. that was what mattered. what happened in the dream was exactly what happened in real life," you stared blankly into space. your mind was so far away from you; far enough that you couldn't ground it again. "but when she was pushing me away from her and i looked into her eyes.. i only saw the monster. with its crimson eyes and its hunger," you shook your head to yourself, your eyes falling down to look at your lap, "it ended with me getting stabbed by it again. that was when i woke up."
xavier didn't say a word. he only he took a sip of his drink and set it back down on the table, his eyebrows coming together as he processed all that you had told him. "eir only implied that you were in the foster care system. i didn't know—"
"13 years," you mumbled. you had already told him too much.
you allowed silence to encompass the two of you yet again, your eyes never looking up from your lap. the only sound was the ambient sounds of the cafe; people talking amongst themselves, the espresso machine whirring loudly, and the pouring rain hitting the window you sat next to.
"last outreach day," xavier began shakily, making you look up in interest, "i was hired to do a mural for outreach day— like an outcast normie togetherness thing," he sighed slowly, his eyes glassing over as he reminisced about that day, "tyler and his friends came up and assaulted me. they punched me and kicked me 'til i begged them to stop. then they destroyed my mural.." his words trailed off into silence.
xavier's eyes tore away from yours as he looked down at his drink as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth; he was slightly ashamed that he told you, but he knew he had every right to be angry. xavier knew he would keep this grudge, because no apology could make up for how carelessly they beat him up that day.
"bacraut."
xavier look up at the sound of you speaking old norse. you didn't have an accent like eir did, but your pronunciation was, in his opinion, perfect. the anger still roared through his veins, but it seemed to shrink bit by bit as he looked at you.
you were already looking at him from behind your cup, your eyes sincere as you drank your drink.
"what does that mean?" he found himself asking, allowing his curiosity to overcome his anger for just a moment.
"asshole," you responded nonchalantly. "tyler's an asshole; reminds me of the kid whose legs i broke last year." you bit back a smile that only began to grow as xavier laughed, the sound like music to your ears. it was a hearty, genuine one that you couldn't help but laugh along with. it was such a fitting laugh for him, you realized; he didn't laugh often, and you considered that a crime.
and as you sat with him in that cafe, you realized that all the stresses you had been listing out moments prior went quiet. even if it was just for a moment, for just one single cup of coffee, you found yourself forgetting about it all.
the nightshade's library was as dark as ever when wednesday entered it. "uncle fester?" she called into the empty room, "i had hoped to bring my friend along, but she's far too busy at the moment."
she had found you sleeping soundly in your shared dorm for what seemed to be the first time in weeks. while wednesday knew it was none of her business (that was why she made thing check up on you), she knew fully well that you had a tendency to wake up at random moments in the night and never fall back asleep. she originally fully blamed it on the monster, but thing had reported to her that they had found you writing letters almost every night and sending it out through the balcony.
there was a raven that always stopped by. you always tied your letters to it before sending it off to gods know where. what was interesting was that, regardless of how many ravens you had sent off with a letter, you had yet to receive one in return.
but again, wednesday knew that it was none of her business. if you asked her, it seemed to be a family matter. wednesday didn't care for your family.
"who's uncle fester?"
wednesday wanted to smack the owner of that familiar voice. to her, xavier thorpe was nothing more than the monster who had attacked her, eugene, multiple innocents, and you. it was he who tore your wings from you, and yet he had you under the impression that nothing was his fault.
"what're you doing here?" wednesday asked curtly, looking xavier up and down.
the boy only scoffed, walking over to one of the many shelves. "since i'm an actual nightshade, i don't have to explain myself." he shook his head to himself, looking up at the dusty spines of the books. "why isn't y/n with you?"
"since when did you care?" wednesday snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.
"you know what?" xavier laughed in disbelief, "nevermind. maybe it's a good thing that you aren't getting her into your detective shit anyway."
"why?" wednesday challenged, eyes unblinking as she stared at him, "are you scared of what she will think of you when she realizes you were the one who stabbed her in the back?"
"no, i'm scared that during one of your stupid investigations, she'll die trying to help you figure out who the monster is," xavier scowled, his heart beating with anger as he remembered the night of the rave'n.
"there's no need to figure out what i already know." wednesday rolled her words around in her mouth before continuing. "every time the monster's attacked, you've been right there."
xavier scoffed at that, but wednesdsay only continued. her words became more piercing with every sentence. "starting with rowan at the harvest festival. you were with y/n, sure, but there came a point where she was gone long enough for you to attack. then she kicked you— that had to have damaged your ego. then on outreach day, you arrived just minutes before the monster disappeared— even y/n said you left the weathervane a few minutes before the shift ended."
"i wasn't aware proximity was a crime," xavier said with a roll of his eyes, walking past the girl to make his way to the steps.
"then there's your drawing obsession. you have drawn the monster dozens of times, yet you've never seen it. or so you claim. you even drew where it lived." wednesday took a menacing step towards him, and if you didn't focus on her tells, you wouldn't have seen just how angry she was; the dangerous glint in her eye, how her eyebrows frowned ever so slightly, or how rarely blinked. "then when y/n and eugene went to investigate, you tried to kill them so he wouldn't spill your secret."
her accusation made him take a step forward, disbelief written all over his face. "you think i would hurt y/n and eugene? i visited them every day at the hospital—"
"attacker's guilt." wednesday snapped, "let's not forget how quickly you were at y/n's side when she was attacked. is that why you're suddenly so civil to her?" wednesday asked harshly, taking in how xavier's face contorted in anger, "so that you can lead her into a false sense of security just to finish off the job?"
"that isn't the reason," xavier seethed, fists clenching tightly. how could she think that that was the only reason you both weren't arguing as much as usual? she knew you two were sleeping together, but the fact that she molded his genuine care for you into something monstrous only angered him further. "you know that isn't the reason."
"truthfully, i don't, xavier. for all i know, you could just be around her simply because you weren't able to kill her the first time." she scoffed, "but then you were there again after tyler was attacked at the gates mansion," wednesday added, daring him to respond.
xavier took a step closer to her until he was right in front of her. the moonlight shone over the both of them as he looked down at wednesday. "if i'm the monster, then why haven't i killed you?"
"because for some reason i cannot fathom or indulge," wednesday said with a harsh exhale, "you seem to like me." her eyes softened when she looked at the steps, finding you standing there awkwardly.
you looked like you had quite literally just got out of bed. you were in your plaid pajama pants, your familiar sword necklace glinting in the dim light as it hung form your neck. one of your hands held a sheathed dagger and your shoulder acted as a seat for thing. you hadn't arrived that long ago, but you heard enough.
"how did you find me?" wednesday asked, stepping away from xavier.
thing pointed up at the entrance as you shrugged casually, playing off the scene you had just witnessed, "you two left the entrance open. honestly, i'm surprised no one's found you idiots sooner." you walked down the last few steps; you looked at xavier with an unreadable look, one he could only guess was subtle triumph.
from your point of view, he had finally told her how he felt. but the triumph you had wanted to feel alongside him didn't exist. you only felt that odd pit in your stomach, the one that almost felt like looming danger, but wasn't quite it.
you didn't like it. you didn't like that feeling of being unsure, of being indecisive in how you felt. you didn't like not knowing what was going on with yourself.
"i'm gonna go," xavier mumbled, turning away from wednesday and walking past you to get to the steps. but before he could continue to walk, he took your forearm into his hand, which made your eyes meet his green ones. "be careful," he told you, eyes looking over your face. his eyes lingered on your lips, but you shrugged his hand off of you.
"you should be telling wednesday that, not me." confusion was evident on your tone, your brows coming together to furrow. xavier's mouth opened to say more, but you were already walking away from him and greeting wednesday with an awkward wave.
shoving the unusual feeling in your stomach to the back of your mind, you turned to wednesday, managing a smile as you asked, "so, you and xavier, huh?"
wednesday cocked an eyebrow at you. "you are acting as though there is something between me and that psychopath."
"well there is, isn't there?" you asked with a small laugh— he had to have told her. "i've been telling him to just tell you how he feels— seeing him sulk over something so simple is frustrating."
"he is quite horrible at hiding his envy."
the sound of hard shoes hitting the tiled floor made you unsheath your dagger and throw it in the general direction. the blade hit the wooden shelf behind it, only narrowly missing the tall bald man that stood before the two of you.
"she's a fiesty one!" he laughed, your hands clenching together as you began to step towards him menacingly. on your shoulder, thing seemed equally as angry as you were; they were practically shaking.
"stand down," wednesday said to you, eyes awkwardly darting between her uncle and you. "y/n, this is my uncle fester. fester, this is y/n odinsdottir."
"a valkyrie!" fester cried, peering at you as though you were a rare organism in a tube. he must have guessed it easily by your last name. "i have never seen one up close, you know. far too dangerous— the last i tried to speak to one, she shocked me."
"probably brunhilde," you said with a casual shrug, "she's unpredictable that way, i guess."
"they are wonderful to fight with— as long as they are on your side, wednesday!" fester pointed a knowledgeable finger to his niece before giving you a cheshire smile.
"i like him," you murmured to her, making her nod stiffly. the feeling of thing shaking with anger making you look at them amusedly. "you're such a liar— you do keep grudges."
thing pulled hte middle finger up towards fester, who only gasped in shock. "you're not still made about the kalamazoo job, are you?" he cried out, making thing jump out at him. but you caught the hand before he could continue.
"not now," you ordered, your words making thing reluctantly stop resisting against your strong hold.
"where's the diary, fester?" wednesday asked her uncle, who only made a sound of surprise as he remembered why he was there in the first place.
he walked towards a painting of a man with incredibly long hair that covered the entirety of his body. he sported fashionable glasses and a hat, making you tsk in amusement.
"iggy was faulkner's right hand— trained a generation of nightshades," fester quipped happily, watching as thing climbed onto the table to pull the painting back. "and behind iggy itt.." the painting revealed a safe hidden well behind the wall. fester sent thing a sour look as they began to crack the safe, saying snarkily, "do i have time for a snooze, or can you crack this one quickly?"
thing looked back, obviously insulted, before cracking their knuckles and running through the combinations. only the sound of ticking form the safe's lock echoed in the room, and you let out a sigh as you walked nearby to retrieve your dagger from the wood. you pulled it out with one hand before safely putting it back into its sheath, its shining blade confined yet again.
"have you ever used that for torturing?" fester asked you curiously, reaching a hand out to poke at the dagger. immediately, you swatted his hand away, sending the man a glare.
"no, but we'll see," you said, holding the dagger protectively. your sisters had given it to you for one of your birthdays. they claimed that your father had it forged specially for you; but if it was truly from him, why didn't he give it to you himself?
the safe popped open, making your focus return to the topic at hand. wednesday pulled out a book— faulkner's diary —with the biggest smile you had ever seen her make. it was the little things, you guessed, that made her happy. like finding evidence for a murder case.
when you had returned to your shared dorm, you made a beeline for the window, peering through the glass. the lack of a raven at the balcony made you frown and turn away reluctantly.
you had been sending letters to your family in valhalla. each one was about your wings; questions of what would happen if whomever took them used them for power, when you would be able to grow them back, how long you had to wait. no one wrote you back— none of your sisters, and definitely not your father. you were left with empty returning ravens and no answers from the only people who could help you.
wednesday flipped through the book impatiently, eyes impatiently scanning every page for a sign of the monster, only for her to stop at one page. the eyes of the monster stared back at her just like it had many times before, and she tapped it as she said, "here it is."
you and fester peered over her shoulder as you read the chicken scratch of handwriting that was on the diary. "hydes are artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. born of mutation, the hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis." your frown deepened as you continued to read aloud. "this causes the hyde to develop an immediate bond with its liberator, who the creature now sees as its master. it becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose— great!" you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at what you just read. "we're dealing with an owner and its puppy."
"not one killer, but two," wednesday looked at you in realization, the idea making you grit your teeth in anger.
the sound of the door knocking made you and wednesday send each other a panicked look. fester stood behind the both of you as you walked towards the door and opened it, your face falling at the sight of thornhill. "ms. thornhill," you said stiffly, opening the door reluctantly for her to come inside. your eyes looked at the corner where fester stood, a small sigh of relief leaving your lungs when you saw no sight of him.
"y/n," she said warmly, flashing you a toothy grin. you could only offer a tight lipped one in response, awkwardly leaning back on the balls of your feet. a part of you still didn't like her for cutting your wings off; xavier was adamant that it was for your own survival, as the stretcher couldn't fit you and your wingspan. you had questioned the teacher on the topic of where your wings were, but after you both had gone out in the woods to look for them, they were gone.
she seemed as clueless as you were as to where they were located. but that didn't mean that you had to be her teacher's pet.
"it's nice to see you up and about, despite the multiple attacks you have survived."
"right. thanks," you said through gritted teeth, wishing desperately for the conversation to end.
a sincere look went over thornhill's face as she clasped her hands in front of her. "enid has requested to room with yoko for the rest of the school year." her eyebrows frowned as an empathetic smile appeared on her face.
wednesday's face fell at the news. "she did?" she questioned, watching with dread as thornhill nodded with a sigh.
"when there's a falling out, i like to get both perspectives on what happened."
"seems pretty nosy to me," you grumbled under your breath, quiet enough for her not to hear.
"you three seemed thick as thieves," thornhill continued, oblivious to your barely audible shit talking.
wednesday shifted uncomfortably in front of the teacher. her tells were all there; the way she blinked more often at the news, how she was lacking eye contact, how her eyebrows almost twitched down. "ultimately, thieves turn on each other. i've seen it with my own eyes."
"deflect all you want, but you two know that you care about enid," thornhill said matter of factly, "and you both have to admit that she brought out a spark of warmth in you. especially you, wednesday."
the cold look wednesday gave thornhill made her laugh quickly, high pitched and borderline awkward, "oh, don't worry. just a tiny spark. barely perceptible to the average eye, but i noticed."
"unusual, considering you wear glasses and claim you're blind without them," you said to yourself, minding your volume as you let your body flop onto your bed.
"part of the dorm experience is making friends with people that you wouldn't normally connect with," thornhill continued, still deaf to your snarky words, "and those friendships often turn into lifelong bonds."
"i would rather buy a rope," wednesday interrupted dryly.
you wanted to laugh at that. you've seen the way enid had influenced the pig-tailed girl; you weren't blind. but wednesday was simply far too prideful to admit that she had actually made friends with her roommates.
"is it really so difficult for you to admit that you made a friend? i mean, you have y/n—"
"there's a mutual agreement that we don't label it," you said from your bed, still staring up at your ceiling.
"right, of course," thornhill said quickly, "but wednesday, why can't you just admit that you might actually miss her?"
"i'll survive alone." lie. "i always have."
"and you, y/n? what do you think about all of this?" thornhill turned to where you laid on your bed, watching patiently as you sat up and propped yourself up on your elbows. you seemed exasperated by the whole situation, but your face looked indifferent.
you shrugged. "enid's her own person, and frankly i want to stay out of it. she didn't want my apology," you glanced at wednesday warily, "she wanted wednesday's."
"and we all know that she's more likely to receive a monkey's paw from me than an apology," wednesday said coldly, but you looked at her with a knowing look— one thornhill couldn't see.
she was lying through her teeth.
you were awoken by wednesday nudging you, saying that you had to come along with her and fester.
which was how you found yourself peering at xavier from behind a tree, your eyes warily following him as he biked away from his studio. wednesday knelt down beside you, watching the gps of the tracker fester had placed on his bike. the emotions from the night prior were still running rampant, but you knew you had to solve the murders, so you only peered over wednesday's shoulder.
"do you not think that it's him?" fester had asked you curiously, "wednesday said that he used to be your prime suspect."
"i'm not staying committed to anything," you replied curtly. you could feel wednesday's disapproving stare as you turned to fester. "something just doesn't feel right. it all seems too easy."
"you're only saying that because you and xavier have something between lovers and friends," wednesday stated, making you huff and shake your head.
"it's just a gut feeling," you corrected her under your breath. "besides, shouldn't we hit the road?"
when fester brought you and wednesday to his 'getaway car' of sorts, you didn't expect it to be a puppy themes motorbike and cart. "you're kidding," you stated dryly, unable to hide the amused smile that tugged on your lips.
"i picked it up on my way out of town— i like to travel incognito!" a kooky smile brightened up his pale face as he leaned down the pulled out three puppy themed helmets.
now that made you snicker.
"safety first!" fester chirped, chucking the helmets towards you and wednesday. you all climbed into the cart and the motorbike, the helmets snug against your heads. hesitantly, you pulled the matching goggles over your eyes right as fester started the engine. "let's roll!"
the three of you followed behind xavier, all in your hilarious puppy themed helmets and matching bike. the wind blew the puppy ears of your helmet up, making you sigh in exasperation at the fact that this was how you spent your days now. honestly, you didn't mind it too much. it kept you busy.
fester came to an abrupt stop as xavier's tracker signaled that he did to. parking the motorbike at a spot that wasn't conspicuous at all, the three of you followed the dot from the woods. you felt slightly uncomfortable; not from the obvious invasion of privacy that was happening, but because you hadn't been in the woods for this long since the attacks. you didn't feel safe in them anymore; not as safe as you did when you had your wings.
you squinted your eyes as you watched xavier approach a white car. dr. kinbott— wednesday's therapist, she had told you —stepped out as xavier approached. they both spoke briefly outside— you heard xavier talk about a dream in which she died — before entering. you couldn't help but watch, the amount of evidence against xavier making you shake your head to yourself.
"there's no way. it's probably just a therapy session," you mumbled to yourself. but something in your mind told you otherwise, that xavier was the hyde and dr. kinbott was the master.
later that day, you had left wednesday and her uncle to deal with their own matters, opting to visit eugene before staying in the room with thing. for the most part, you spent your time dealing with your emotions the only way you knew how— by avoiding them.
the punch that was thrown at the punching bag made it rock back and forth before it was punched again. your fists were wrapped in bandages as you huffed, feeling the stinging pain with every punch. it was your stress relief from everything that was going on. besides, it was getting you ready for when things truly started to go down.
the looming feeling of doom had been on your mind for the past week. no matter what was happening, there was always a fearful and adrenaline filled part of you that was on alert at least once a day. not because you felt unsafe in your environments, but because you knew something horrible was going to happen. people were going to get hurt and possibly die, and all you could do is prepare for it.
thunder rumbled outside of your window as you finally sat on the bed, taking the towel thing offered you. "thanks." you put it over your shoulders, reaching for your water bottle.
the door flew open as wednesday walked in. she stared at you, hesitating for a second before she said, "tyler asked me out on a nightly outing."
"you mean a date?" you asked, a cheshire grin creeping its way onto your lips.
begrudgingly, wednesday nodded.
you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your mouth. "oh, this is the best thing i've heard all week!" you leaned forward, a wild smile on your face as you motioned for her to continue. thing sat next to you, practically shaking with excitement as they too motioned for her to keep talking.
wednesday could only look on drearily, letting out a long sigh before adding, "though in my opinion, it isn't a date. it's a quid pro quo for almost getting him disemboweled."
"why don't you have a quid pro quo with enid then?" you quipped with a tilt of your head. "you know— for causing her trauma."
"trauma is good for someone like her. especially blunt force."
"right." you sighed, watched as she reached down to pick up a bottle of nailpolish and place it in front of thing. "you need us to guard the diary, then?" you asked, fixing some of your bandages as you stood up again.
"yes. guard it with your life." wednesday grabbed her bag, feeling your eyes watch her as she made her way to the door. "y/n, it isn't a date."
"denial is always the first step," you only hummed in response, making her roll her eyes before leaving. the door shut behind her, making you chuckle amusedly to yourself as you continued to train.
it went on like that for an hour before you went to shower, coming back to your dorm absentmindedly drying your hair. your face fell at the sight of xavier sitting at your bed, watching as thing signed to him.
you cleared your throat, making him stand up quickly in response. "i was just," he shook his head to himself, "nevermind. we just need to talk."
you expected him to kiss you, to push you up against the wall like he had before, to touch you feverishly, but he only looked at you with a worried look on his face. that frown of his was evident in the ambient lighting.
"what's going on?" you asked, watching him move to sit on the edge of your bed.
his right leg moved up and down nervously, the obvious anxiety making you walk closer. xavier's head hung over his lap, his hands fidgeting similarly to how you fidgeted .you didn't touch him, opting to keep your arms crossed over your chest, but you murmured a small, "take your time," that made him take a deep breath in and a slow exhale out.
"i can't sleep with you anymore."
his words hung heavy in the air, increasing the obvious tension. your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded, a lopsided smile making its way onto your face. it was your genuine one, one that only few were lucky enough to see, and xavier found himself proud enough to say that he was one of those lucky few. "great!" you said, your words taking him aback as he looked at you.
"you're not mad?"
"gods, no. why would i be mad?" you laughed, the connection already being made in your head. "you did it, didn't you?"
his brows furrowed together at the question. "did what?"
"you told wednesday that you like her!"
there it was again. that weird feeling in your stomach that felt as though the pits of tartarus had opened up and swallowed your intestines whole. you didn't know why you felt it so strongly, or why you were feeling it now of all times, but you covered it with a proud smile as you sat next to xavier.
he sucked in a breath through his teeth, looking at you warily. that single look made your smile falter, the realization of his lack of action making you groan and shove him. "are you kidding?!"
"no?" he said, rubbing the arm you shoved. "it's just—" he sighed as he gathered his thoughts to try and make sense of them. but xavier came up with nothing; it was as though there was a blockage at his throat that stopped him from telling you his emotions. he wasn't used to being so open about his thoughts to anyone— his dad never liked that —so he only kept quiet, ignoring your expecting look.
you nudged him with your shoulder, gently this time. "talk to me about her."
"what?"
"talk to me about how you feel about her."
"no," xavier chuckled, his face burning red as he looked at his lap. "that's embarrassing. you share something then, so that it doesn't feel like i'm talking alone."
you thought for a second before moving your body to lay on his be, making your back lay against the headboard. you patted the spot next to you, ordering a small, "lay down," that made xavier snort in amusement.
"did you really have to change positions just for this conversation?" he asked, nonetheless following your order as he moved to lay next to you. he moved his body to face yours, taking note of the space between the both of you as he propped his head up on his elbow.
you scoffed at the question as though it was the most outlandish thing you had heard. "knowing how dramatic you are, you probably need to be in a more comfortable position in order to talk to me," you said, ignoring his offended glare. you clicked your tongue, pointing a lax finger his way. "i'll tell you about my love life, then you talk to me about how you feel about wednesday."
important information for important information. sacred secret for sacred secret; you didn't know what was running through your head.
his eyebrows raised at that, a teasing smile gracing his face as he looked at you. "is your love life that good?"
you furrowed your brows at that, sending him a questioning look. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"nothing."
you rolled your eyes, waving your hand at him to motion for him to start speaking. but xavier looked at you cautiously, his tongue poking at his cheek. if he knew you fairly well— and contrary to popular belief, he did know enough about you—then he knew that you giving up information like your love life was a trick. it was all a trick, he assumed, because he knew that after he spilled his thoughts out to you, you'd say that you didn't have a love life.
"you go first."
you blinked at him blankly. once. twice. three times, before you sighed in exasperation. "fine," you grumbled, looking ahead of you and avoiding his eyes. you clenched your jaw as you forged your words together and racked your brain for what your love life actually was.
and you came up with nothing but hook ups and a few people you've made out with. you had detached yourself completely from a romantic relationship with others; so much so, that only then did you realize just how lonely you were. how you spent days with purely sexual touches and lustful desires and never anything more. nothing more than a body with another, moving rhythmically to spark a connection that would never exist. always just a body and a body, never a soul and a soul.
"i don't have one."
xavier laughed at that. to him, it was a joke; he could easily see men and women alike falling at your feet for just one chance with you. begging you for you to glance at them once and to love them as well as they would love you. but his laughter was the only one that rang through the room, lacking the presence of yours. he quickly stopped himself when he saw your face burn with embarrassment, the realization hitting him like a truck. "are you serious?"
you swallowed thickly, feeling your flushed face burn as you forced out a, "yes," through your teeth. you let silence save you from speaking for just a few seconds before you spoke again. "never dated. just mindless hookups." a beat. "this was stupid." you swung your legs to the side of the bed, readying yourself to run away from the conversation at hand.
but xavier stopped you. his hand came out to take yours, his palms cold against your burning skin. he could feel your pulse, how it was beating hard and fast out of embarrassment. guilt surged through him when he realized that he laughed at you after you admitted such a thing. but as he ran his hands over your knuckles, he paused to look down at them, the rough exterior making him frown. you had fresh scars all over your knuckles. "what have you been doing?" he asked you worriedly.
"training." you replied simply, pulling your hand away from him warily. you had gone a little overboard with it, you had to admit, but it was how you coped. similarly to how xavier took his emotions out on a canvas, you took yours out on a punching bag.
"you have to be more careful."
"i'm fine," you lied through your teeth. xavier's look was wary as he sighed reluctantly.
he simply didn't expect someone like you to have gone without loving another your entire life, because if he looked at you— really looked at you— he could see so much to love. not only on the surface.
"i just.. expected that someone like you would have a long list of lovers. not hookups," he said with a sigh, "lovers. can you tell me why you don't?"
his skin felt cold against yours. that familiar clash of temperature almost made you want to lean into it. almost, and yet you stopped yourself from doing such a thing.
you stared at him for a second, turning the idea of it around in your mind. you didn't need to be doing this. you had gotten away with not talking about your emotions for so long; you learned the hard way that many people weren't kind enough to listen, that the mere mention of discomfort or sadness you result in violence and yelling. so you kept to yourself.
but he wanted to know. he was looking at you expectedly and waiting for you to talk.
you moved your legs back on the bed, the silence almost too loud as he waited for you to talk. "my sister, brunhilde, used to be in love with this woman. a soldier, she said, way back when," you stared into space as you talked. the only way for you to be vulnerable seemed to be by completely detaching your mind. "but a war happened. and brunhilde saw the glow," your brows began to frown, "the glow tells you when a warrior is about to die in a fight. you can't stop what fate has for them, because you'd be castrated from valhalla. from our father." you sucked in a breath through your teeth.
"so, brunhilde only watched as her lover was killed. she brought her up personally, but when you leave them up there, they're nothing but their souls. their warmth is gone— as is their physical presence, and a valkyrie has no choice but to feel it all. it's happened so many times before," you laughed mirthlessly, "my sisters falling in love just to lose them. just to guide them and feel their loss wholly. it's bad when it's a warrior you don't know, but when it's your lover.. when you can recognize them just by their silhouette alone, just by the touch of their skin, the sound of their laugh.." you looked at him.
he could see the pain hidden behind your eyes, but with the pain came desire for more. a desire for more than what you were left with, for more than just loss and war. "that's a pain i never want to experience. so instead of falling in love, i watch others do it. i live vicariously through them," you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head at your own words. it was all so pathetic. "because i can't experience what they have. so please," you forced a pained smile.
it felt like you were signing your life off. like you were silently shoving yourself away from a decision only you could make, like you were desperately pushing yourself from him because you knew it was for the better. it was all for the better.
"talk to me about her."
xavier stared at you and your misted eyes. your pained expression and the way your hands were fidgeting more than he had ever seen. you looked close to tears, as though they were ready to spill, but you were pleading for him to start talking. to start realizing how much he liked another. "i.. i really like her."
it was for the better.
"i've known her since we were younger, you know," xavier chuckled to himself, "i was like, a few feet shorter and 20 pounds heavier. wednesday saved me from getting cremated after i got stuck in a casket— stop laughing!" he laughed, flicking your arm as you chuckled. "but i liked her a lot after that. how fearless she was, how weird she is, god," he sighed, that lopsided smile of his making its way onto his face. the kind that was downturned into a frown, but still a smile nonetheless.
you liked that smile.
xavier was getting into it now, you could tell; his words were becoming more fluid and passionate. "i think she's so cool. and when she came to nevermore with her entire family.. i couldn't take my eyes off of her."
xavier looked at you as you laid on your side. your hands were under your head as you listened to him talk with undivided attention. your eyes shone under the dim light of your room, silently urging him to continue. but his throat ran dry as he looked at you, suddenly reminiscing that day.
"i couldn't take my eyes off of her," he repeated through the lump in his throat. "but i wanted to be her friend so bad. i'd watch her, you know, not only because of how beautiful she is, but because she has the rarest smile. she the kind that makes your heart literally beat out of your chest. i like how she dresses like she knows exactly who she is. i like that she's so clever that it's almost annoying. y'know—" he situated himself on your bed, "she's so infuriating at times, and it's usually towards me, but i love that fire she has. the kind that never seems to quit." his eyes softened when he saw the moonlight illuminate off of your features, casting beautiful shadows along your face. "and i love that she's so strong. she can handle anyone on her own, but i wish that she'd let me help."
he kept looking at you as he spoke. you thought it was because he was being sincere about wednesday.
"i love that she's so fiercely protective of others. i love that she's so brutally honest, and that no matter how much people tell her to get a filter, she doesn't. i love that she's so carelessly talented. i love that frown she has and how she can easily win an argument. she can be so selfless without realizing it— she worries me so much, you know. but i promised her that i'd be there when she needed me."
xavier had never made such a promise to wednesday.
it felt like a punch to his chest when he realized.
the words slipped so easily out of his mouth that he didn't even comprehend that he had never promised wednesday anything. but he promised you. he promised you that night in the bathroom, that if you ever needed patching up, he would be there. to him, it was an indirect promise.
and you had no idea. for someone who had such a wonderfully intelligent mind, you had no idea, because you wanted him to be with another.
it wasn't a want. to you, it was a need for him to be with another, because then you wouldn't have to push him away. you would be forced to watch him love someone else and you wouldn't have to tell him that you didn't want him when you knew you did.
you knew you did.
but it was for the better— it was all for the better. you couldn't have him, as much as you wanted to be selfish just once.
and as xavier laid in front of you, his eyes wide and his lips parted at the realization he just had, he found himself realizing that he harbored those feelings for you the entire time. that he had been wanting you this whole time; but he didn't know that you wanted him more.
"i didn't know you promised her that," you said with a forceful smile, ignoring the pressure behind your eyes.
and he desperately wanted to say that he didn't, that he never made that promise to wednesday and that the words he said the night in the bathroom was the promise he made to you. he wanted to. so bad, and he almost said it.
but he heard your story. he heard why you couldn't love another and why you avoided the connection of being with someone else. and out of fear, out of the instinct he always had around his father, he kept his emotions to himself and managed a tight lipped smile. "i did," he said, and you could only listen.
xavier had left before wednesday's arrival.
you had only watched him go without so much as a good bye. you had witnessed a lot of things in your life, experienced far more than many have, and yet you deemed this ache in your chest to be one of the worst.
it was the right decision.
you couldn't even look at thing as you walked back to your desk, your mind shutting off the turmoil of emotions as you reached for your bandages. wordlessly, you wrapped your hands, the feeling of someone watching you not deterring you from the escape you needed at that moment. "don't say anything about this to anyone," you muttered, eyes still set on your bandages. as you finished, you stood up, walking to the punching bag again.
thing crawled down at your feet, desperately signing to you. "you know that he may be the hyde right?" to which you shook your head.
"it all seems too easy, thing," you turned to the punching bag, readying your fists. "there's something more going on." you didn't want to say it was your emotions talking or the liking you had grown to have with the boy. you didn't want to, because that was admitting that you getting weak.
after the first few punches, your door handle began to rattle violently. the door shook under the strength of whoever was on the other side, the sudden violence making you grab your dagger from under your pillow. turning to thing, you placed a finger at your lips.
each of your steps were feather light on the floor as you went up to your door. careful not to press your body against it, you held your dagger up at you felt the doorknob rattle one more time before stopping.
a slam hit the door once, the sound of it making thing jump, before the person walked away. impulsively, you pulled the door open and looked down the hallway.
no one.
"we need to stay in the room," you muttered to thing, who nodded as you closed the door yet again. someone was desperately trying to get in to get the diary— that much you knew.
you had told wednesday everything by the time she came back, which was how you found yourself standing stiffly in weems' office alongside wednesday and thornhill. your hands were still very much bandaged, though many of your wounds had reopened and were now bleeding through the bandages.
what a pain.
"whoever was trying to get into our room was trying to get to nathaniel faulkner's diary," you told weems, hiding your hands behind your back. the woman looked at you with anger, your words breaking her polite facade.
"that's supposed to be safely locked in the nightshades library," weems looked between you and wednesday, "did you steal it—"
"so you do know about that diary," wednesday crossed her arms over her chest, "which means that you also know the monster we're after is called a hyde."
the fire crackled between the three of you, the tension rising far too high for weems' liking, as she sent thornhill a fake smile. "thank you, ms. thornhill. i'll take it from here."
thornhill nodded, "of course. if you need anything, i'll be right down the hall." with no more than a confused look, the redhead left, leaving the three of you alone.
weems' smile melted into a slight scowl as she held her hands in front of her. she was looking at you both with a dirty look, one mixed with frustration and anger. but she could only sigh before placing her hand upon her fireplace and looking into the fire. "faulkner spent years studying hydes. he wanted to determine if whether they were just mindless killers or conscious of their actions."
"what was his conclusion?" wednesday asked.
"he was killed by a hyde before he could reach one," weems said sourly, "others tried to carry on his research, but the hydes were too unpredictable and violent." she turned to you, the frown never once faltering as she continued, "they were officially banned from nevermore 30 years ago."
"all of this time you knew," you breathed, your brows coming togehter out of anger. she knew what had killed rowan and all those victims. their family and friends could have had answers ages ago if it were not for her. "you knew, and you said nothing to anyone!" you laughed joylessly, "not the sheriff, not the victims' friends— not even their family."
"if i told them, then nevermore is done. over. shut for good," weems snapped, stepping towards you and wednesday. she towered over the both of you, her anger staining her perfect cover as her scowl deepened. "and that's not happening on my watch. but i'm not the only one witholding— if you two suspect someone, you need to tell me."
"why?" wednesday fired back, taking a menacing step closer to the principal, "all you've ever done is gaslight and obstruct us."
"you don't care how many people die," you added, "as long as your reputation is upheld. seriously, weems," you shook your head to yourself. "do you know how it feels to have someone's soul leave you?"
weems scoffed at your words, which only made you clench your fists tighter. "i am protecting our nevermore family—"
"tell that to rowan. oh wait," you looked up at the ceiling before sending weems a glare.
"which also includes you two, ms. addams and ms. odinsdottir."
the next morning you walked next to wednesday, frustration evident in your tone as you angrily thought about weems. every once in a while you'd turn to wednesday and complain about her, and frankly, you were surprised that she had let you. you guessed it was because she harbored those same thoughts about weems as you did.
"honestly, how much of an inconsiderate, selfish, innate human being can she be.." your voice died in your throat when you saw bianca approach you and wednesday. "bianca," you greeted cautiously, the three of you standing in front of xavier's mural of a raven.
"you both need to come with me," bianca said urgently, her voice softening as she added, "i have information about mayor walker's murderer."
you gave wednesday a look before the both of you began to follow her into the nightshade's library. you walked down the steps, your eyes narrowing at the sight of mayor walker's kid, lucas, standing in the library. for a society that claimed to be elite and made a big deal out of you and wednesday being inside their library, it was surprising to see that they let lucas in so casually.
“you made it rain fake blood,” you stated, having heard most of the rumors. you squinted your eyes at him, “could you not even get animal’s blood instead of paint and water? i mean, how tacky must you be?”
lucas could only laugh nervously, his face burning at your words. “that was partially my bad. but i’m here to help— promise.” he pulled out some papers from his backpack, “i printed these off of my dad’s computer. seems he was trying to track down someone— laurel gates?”
you and wednesday sent each other a pensive look. laurel gates had supposedly drowned overseas; why would he search for her?
“looks like he started right after outreach day.”
“must have recognized her there,” wednesday commented, looking between bianca and lucas. they seemed to be getting along, as bianca seemed a lot more relaxed than usual.
“according to the british police,” lucas continued, handing you the papers. you scanned through them as wednesday peers over your shoulder. “laurel was presumed drowned, but no body was ever recovered.”
you read down the papers, which included some reports from the
“the gates mansion was purchased a year ago by a 90 year old candy heiress,” you read the paper out loud, but you couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculous lie, “some cover. she then mysteriously died and gave all of her belongings to her caregiver, teresa l. glau.”
“it’s an anagram for laurel gates,” wednesday said in realization, though you could only shrug, obviously unimpressed.
you scoffed. “not a good one.”
“so laurel secretly buys her old house and then comes back to jericho as someone else,” bianca said with a frown, making you nod as you quickly checked the papers for any more information. “why?”
“revenge.” your sudden response made everyone look at you. looking up, your brows frowned as confusion appeared on your face. “it makes sense— she wants revenge on all the people she blames for her family’s hardships. your father,” you looked pointedly at lucas, “the coroner, and wednesday’s parents."
“but nevermore, most of all,” wednesday added with a curt nod.
bianca shook her head as she tried to process the information. “how does the monster fit into all of this?”
“it’s like a psycho and their little rabid chihuahua,” you explained, rolling the papers up for later.
“the monster is a hyde. it’s doing laurel’s bidding. she controls it.” wednesday was already ready to leave, as she quickly fixed her already perfect posture and was ready to turn around.
but lucas stopped her, asking, “you know who laurel is, don’t you?”
kinbott.
wednesday didn’t say anything at that, only turning around quickly. “i’ll go alone,” she told you, “stay with thing and guard the diary.” she gave you faulkner’s diary.
you grabbed her arm, making her look at you. but you were serious as you spoke, ignoring the worry in your chest as you said, “be careful.”
the diary was held tightly in your hand as you returned to your dorm. but almost immediately, you could feel as though something was wrong. it was far too quiet on your corridor, the only sound being your breathing as you quickened your steps. every step of yours was barely audible as you practically ran to your room.
the door was ajar.
you made your sword appear, ignoring the trauma you still held from the last time you materialized it. its weight was comfortably in your hand as you held it tightly. the blade glinted in the light of the corridor; the same blade that had sliced your wings the night of the attack. placing your hand on the door, you pushed it all the way open with your sword in front of you, ready to attack.
only for it to fall to the ground at who stood there.
he often appeared in disguises, but the foundation of his character remained the same. years ago, he had traded one of his eyes to one of the gods, mímir, in exchange for wisdom. it was one of his most noticeable physical characteristics; that, and his overgrown beard, his height, and his occasionally questionable fashion choices. the wide brimmed hat he always wore sat upon his head along with his long robe and embroidered cape. he stood horribly tall for his old age— you liked to joke that his height was the root of his ego. and maybe you were right, because as your father, odin turned towards you, he only gave you a sickeningly condescending smile.
"daughter, you know that my sword will not hurt its own. gunnlogi is loyal," his smile thinned as he looked you up and down. with every move of his eyes was another critical judgement, another derogatory word that would leave his lips in the name of being strong. "and to think you could attack me with him is foolish."
you grabbed your sword up from the ground, dematerializing it as you asked, "what are you doing here?" in such a cold way that it even made the god hum in disapproval, "i haven't seen or spoken to you in 5 years."
the last time you had seen him, he hadn't even said goodbye. he had just pulled you out of the foster care system and had given you an apartment in his name. he expected you to care for yourself; he provided the money and the nanny while you had to do the rest. the raising, the emotional support, the processing of the multiple foster homes you had been in and what you've seen; you did it all on your own. your sisters were the only other people you saw in your home besides your nanny. but your poor nanny had to deal with you even as you were beginning to train more, which only let to more incidents in school.
you hopped from school to school, from private academy to private academy, from boarding school to boarding school, from juvenile detention center to at one point, juvenile prison. moving you around to keep you from trouble was just odin's way of ignoring you. of finding a way to get rid of you.
so to see him stand in your dorm room with his spear in hand— safe to say you didn't want to pretend as though his blatant neglect didn't exist.
"a god's job is very busy—"
you scoffed at that, the sound making odin halt his words. "why are you here?" you repeated through gritted teeth, your already injured fists curling once again.
odin used his free hand to pull out a stack of unopened letters. your face fell at the sight of them; they were the letters that you had been sending to valhalla every night. "those are for my sisters," you growled, eyes watching odin's hand as he slammed the letters down onto the wooden floor of the dorm.
"i do not care whose letters those are meant for, because i received them not them." odin nodded at them as though they were nothing, as though those pieces of paper didn't hold your writing about your troubles, your stresses, and your losses. because in your father's eyes, all were needed to create a well rounded valkyrie. "your sisters were insistent that i visit you," he stretched out an arm, "so here i am."
like a savior to the content unsaved.
"i don't need you here, odin," you snapped.
"and to think, you were the same child who had begged for my help all those years ago," he laughed so gleefully that you almost thought it was a joke. but odin had always been like that; he often played his negative thoughts of you and others into jokes, because to him, that was all they were. people he never deemed worthy of his respect were only jokes. "i have given you everything, child— let me give you one thing more."
odin peered into your eyes— the same eyes he had seen on your mother —and shook his head with a tight lipped smile. he had already scooped out the deepest parts of your troubles and analyzed it all during your talk; it was all too easy for him. it was an outright invasion of privacy, but odin didn't care, as his mind was suddenly full of your thoughts. and to him, it all made sense. he was all knowing, all mighty, and of course, he had solved your life like some riddle from loki himself.
it was like you were a mere mortal asking for his guidance, not his own daughter.
"the monster had always been right in front of you, you know. you have simply been too blind to see it," odin flicked his hand your way, and suddenly what was left of your wings materialized. it ripped through your shirt as they flapped pathetically. there was no strength to them, only desperation. fear.
embarrassment.
"stop," you managed out, face burning in shame as odin tsked, using his spear to poke at you like some lab rat.
"they hold no strength to them."
"maybe because they've been snapped in half."
"perhaps, it is because they belong to you," odin snapped, making you shut your mouth before he continued, "i'm sure you know that they will grow back only when you need them. only time will tell how long it will take. as for your other problem," odin stepped in front of you, towering over your form and making you seem subordinate to him; and maybe you were. "you are fully aware that placing yourself in the position of loving another is foolish."
you couldn't even manage an argument. "i know."
"you have brought this upon yourself," odin said in such a way that almost seemed sincere and condescendingly sympathetic. "your actions have rendered you to nothing more than an angel with clipped wings," a scowl deepened on his old face as he stared into your soul as though you were nothing but a lost ghost in purgatory. as though you meant nothing more than a burden to him.
to say that you had never seen people look at you like that would be a lie, for you could only manage a blank stare.
"you have always disappointed me."
nothing. you gave him nothing in response to his verbal attacks, and that seemed to be enough for him.
it was as though he only visited his daughter in order to gain silence in his life, to quench your ever growing desire to see him as though his physical appearance was all you wanted.
you could only watch as he walked out to your balcony without even a goodbye, disappearing and leaving nothing that signified his existence in the first place. he left you again after speaking for 20 minutes to what he deemed was a brick wall. and to think that he believed that he had given you everything.
"fuck him," you spat out bitterly, pacing the room as you resisted the urge to destroy and burn everything in your path. his sudden appearance left you rethinking almost every prominent stressor that you had; not only because of the subtleness of his clues, but because his advice was correct. odin was always correct.
thing cautiously came out from underneath wednesday's bed, their fingers pitter-pattering on the floor as they walked closer to you. "that was your father?" they signed, obviously intimidated by the sheer power that odin had demonstrated. and that was barely even all of what he could do.
"unfortunately," you said in response, shaking your head to yourself as you continued to pace like a lion in a cage. with a yell, you threw a punch at your punching bag, your strength amplified by your anger and making it swing roughly back and forth. your wings folded back into your back as you pulled your ripped shirt off of you and changed quickly.
how could he appear and disappear so easily like that? as though he wasn't leaving his daughter, but simply a coworker at work.
you couldn't breathe as you paced your room quicker, tears burning your eyes as you became more antsy by the second. it was as though your father had flicked a fire into the gasoline puddle of emotions that had stained your brain, and with that single flick, he created horrible, burning flames that ate at you from the inside out. it was all so unfair, so horribly unfair, and you wanted so desperately to talk to someone.
but you were alone as you always were, pacing a room like an idiot because you had been so adamant to open up to anyone. you were so sure that you were an uncrackable safe, the toughest fortress built by the toughest men, and yet you found yourself constantly at the end of the day searching for the closeness you had lost. the closeness you had pushed towards another.
the closeness you had wanted so desperately. the touch of his skin, his fingertips tracing over your scars, that lopsided smile of his, and the gentleness he held as he sat on the bathroom floor and patched you up in silence. the feeling of him pressing a kiss to your forehead as you laid dying in his arms, the smile he seemed to reserve only for you.
oh, how you longed for the comfort of his silence. of his presence. of him.
he knew. he knew the most about you because you willingly created a hole in your walls that was made specially for him. the words of your past fell easily from your lips when you spoke to him, and because of that, he had knowledge. you dreaded the idea of it, the mere thought making you shake your head to yourself, but you were walking to your door anyway and reaching for the doorknob.
you walked down the corridor as though you were a ghost searching for its mortal lover. the same pathway you had walked so many times before, the path you walked down with nothing more than lust and hungered desire, you now walked with a want for him to just exist along your side. to breathe the same air you did as you exposed your vulnerability to him.
you didn't need to talk to him. but you wanted to so horribly.
sneaker-covered feet came to a halt in front of his door, your hand hesitating before you knocked it. but you pushed yourself over the edge and knocked. once. twice. three times.
"xavier?" like a sick joke, your voice broke, signifying your muddled mess of emotions to the world. no response.
you turned away from the door, making your way to the stairs out of the building.
nervousness surged through your body like a tsunami; not only for what you would find, but you felt as though something was horribly off. as you walked down the dark woods alone with only a cautious dagger in hand, you couldn't help but feel the familiar rise of the hairs on your skin and the feeling of your intestines falling as though you were in a rollercoaster. there was a coagulation of things that felt off, it seemed, because as you opened the door to xavier's studio, you found yourself giving the woods one final look— as though you were searching for the eyes that you felt behind your neck.
the studio was completely dark, lest for the few ounces of moonlight that seeped in through the muddled windows. but it seemed as though that was all you needed as you hesitantly walked in deeper.
something was wrong. something was so wrong.
"xavier?" another hand out, another attempt at a call, only for it to be answered with nothing.
two easels were set up in the corner of his studio, both covered with that familiar paint stained cloth you had seen before. avoiding the eyes of the monsters he had drawn on the wall, you pulled down a string to allow light to flood the room. he wasn't here.
you almost turned and left. you almost just closed the door to the studio and never returned again, accepting that your emotions would simply be held close to your body and never let out to others. but there was a glint of glass on the messy table that signaled you to stop.
every step was carefully calculated as you walked towards the flash of light, your hands reaching out carefully to pull out an item that made you immediately drop them on the table in shock.
eugene's glasses. everyone had assumed that he had simply lost them in the woods after the attack, but they were here. in xavier's studio.
he did it.
hidden behind a jar of paintbrushes, you pulled out various photos of you and wednesday— all taken without your knowledge. hands frantic, you grabbed the jar of paintbrushes and let its contents spill out; along with rowan's inhaler. and as you did that to all the jars, your face paled when you saw a necklace of another victim.
your face fell into one of despair and shock. you were wrong, gods, you were so wrong. wednesday was right the entire time.
horrified, you turned to the covered paintings and briskly walked over, reaching out and pulling the first painting's cover. the face of dr. kinbott, slashed with those familiar claws of his, stared back at you with cloudy and lifeless eyes. you almost didn't want to believe it.
but then you pulled the other blanket.
an image of what you presumed to be xavier's hands, bloody and wet with crimson, touching a pure white feather and allowing the blood to coat almost all of its entirety. his painting skills had improved, because as you peered closer, your hand came up to cover your mouth at the sudden nausea that came over you. there were brown markings on the feather.
it was your feather.
tears blurred your vision as you pushed the painting away harshly, letting it fall to the ground of the studio messily. you pushed both of the paintings down and watched them fall with a clatter.
but as they both fell, your blurry eyes met a covered item that sat propped up on the wall behind them. the cloth was bloodied near the bottom, and you could see dried blood seep into the wood from where the crimson stains began. hand shaking violently, you reached out and pulled the cloth away. your hand muffled your anguished scream as you fell to your knees.
your wings, once mighty and pure white, stood in front of you in a mess of blood and broken bones.
he took them from you. this entire time, it had been him. you showed him your scars from the attack. he comforted you knowing fully well that he had been the one to take your wings from you in the first place.
you told him everything. you gave him a piece of your life that you had never done with another soul, only to realize that he had taken your peace away. your tranquility.
your strength.
one of your wings fell to the ground stiffly. you grabbed it and held it close to your chest like you had lost a child; the white feathers were stained a matted red now. gone was the beauty of what was yours, and as you felt the familiar appendage under your shaking hands, you let out a horrified scream— one the entire woods would surely hear —when you realized that he had plucked your feathers.
he plucked them like you were nothing more than a bird with clipped wings, helpless of saving themself. you rocked back and forth as you sobbed at the cruelty of it all, cursing everything and everyone in your mind at your grief. to you, it was all unfair, because even as you cried for what he had done, sobbed for the pain that he had caused, you wanted oh so desperately to cry to him. to spill your hearts' blood out to him. no one else.
but life was not that simple.
"how could he— how could he—" you cried to yourself, hands running over the lack of feathers on your lifeless wings. it was only skin and bone where feathers once grew, and your body collapsed further as you felt the torn skin under your fingers and the fresh blood that came with it.
he had done it recently. he had done it that day.
the sound of the studio door opening didn't even make you turn around. grief swallowed you whole and spat you out a lifeless being so encompassed in their sadness that it left you with nothing but hopelessness. hopelessness for what you had lost, and hopelessness for what you believed you gained. but there was nothing but empty promises and meaningless lies that were the foundations of your emotions for him. there was nothing, and yet there was everything.
"y/n? oh god, y/n—" his voice came out to you like a sick joke, as though he was actually fully sincere in his words. xavier's horrified expression was unnoticed by you as you sat on the ground, hunched over your stiff wings. your back shook with your heavy breathing and constant lack of air, with your betrayal.
"how could you do this to me?" you asked, voice breaking near the end as you mustered enough courage to look at him. your eyes were lifeless— gone was that fighting spirit of yours, only replaced by loss. they were burned red from your cries, and as you peered at him from behind the comfort of your arm around your mauled wings, you looked like the painting of lucifer. his expression did nothing to deter your influx of growing anger, your hands shaking as they ran down your wings again.
xavier could feel the pit in his stomach swallow his intestines whole. the sight of your bloodied and mangled wings, eugene's glasses on his desk, and from what he saw, an inhaler that belongs to rowan in one of his paint jars— he had never seen them before. he hadn't taken any of them; but you believed that he took them all as trophies.
your wings were nothing more than a trophy.
"i didn't do this, y/n, please," xavier pleaded, dread encompassing his body as he walked closer to you.
your wings fell from your hands and hit the floor with a sickly thump. you walked towards him and shoved him in anger. "i told you everything." you shoved him again, tears flowing form your cheeks as you continued to push him, to make that hyde of his come out and finish the job, for his hyde to put up a fight against you so that you could kill him easier. "i let you see the scars." another shove. "i let you see me heal." another shove. "i let you see me. all of me! and you," your lip quivered as you finally looked at him in the eyes. those green eyes that you once considered so beautiful. "you did this to me."
he took every shove from you. every push, every strong movement that was forced towards him, xavier took it from you. "i didn't do it. please, you have to believe me." tears fell from his eyes as he tried to plead with you, as he tried to make you stop and realize that he hadn't done anything— he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.
"how could i?" you cried, your shoves coming to a stop as you pointed to every piece of incriminating evidence in the room. "eugene's glasses? my wings? these fucking paintings? how could you do this to everyone?" you used two hands to shove him in desperation, anger being the only source of energy in your body.
"y/n, i didn't— listen to me, i didn't do it!" he grabbed your arms as he looked into your eyes. you looked destroyed, your heart beating rapidly out of how furious you were, but most of all, you looked exhausted. you looked so fucking tired. "i'd never hurt eugene or rowan or anyone," he breathed shakily, "especially you. god, y/n i could never hurt you."
"i told you about my mom," you could help but whimper, his face falling at your words. you told him about the piece of you that you burned away and kept from your memories. "i told you about how she didn't want me. and you snapped my wings in half." you took in his face; how his jaw clenched in frustration, how his eyes produced a continuous influx of tears, how he was looking into your eyes and desperately trying to find a hint of belief for his own words.
nothing. just like how you gave your father nothing out of anger, you gave him nothing out of hatred.
it happened so quick.
you reached down to the dagger that was holstered to your thigh, unsheathing it and pressing it gently into the middle of his chest. it was only enough for it to catch onto skin and bleed, but you held it there. you had the strength of a valkyrie, the power of a hundred soldiers, and yet you refused to press it in further. you refused to push that blade fully through him because you loved him so much that it stopped you, but you hated him even more that you wanted him to feel at least a sliver of the pain he had caused you.
and xavier could only watch, hand coming up to hold onto the hand that held the handle. he swallowed thickly, the pain not unbearable as it was as though it was a simple cut. but the blade was still pressed against his chest, not fully going through. not going in enough to actually cause damage. just pain. but he held it there tightly, his hand curled over yours as he cried silently, simply letting the tears fall from his face.
"your pain is my pain," he said, and he meant it.
but to you, it was another empty promise. a worthless thought.
"i hate you," you seethed, "i wish i never have met you." and you meant every word.
the sound of the door flying open made you turn your head to the intruder. you were looking down the barrel of sheriff galpin's gun, his shouting orders of, 'drop your weapon!' making your dagger clatter to the ground. you dropped to your knees, still staring down the gun as sheriff galpin saw the crime scene; eugene's bloodied glasses, rowan's inhaler, the photos, the thrown paintings, and most of all, your wings. a valkyrie's wings were certainly a sight to see, as it stood tall and mighty, its color unlike anyone had ever seen. but the sheriff only saw the bone sticking out of one of them, the mangled, nauseating mess of bones, skin, and feathers enough to make anyone throw up.
your hands were held behind your head as you watched xavier's wrists be cuffed behind his head. sadistically, you watched his every move, never responding to his pleas that he didn't do it. your mind was held tightly by grief's claws, rendering you only a sadist in his game. the sheriff's words of xavier's rights were only jarbled messes of sounds as you stared, unblinking into xavier's frantic eyes. a deep red began to seep from the small puncture you had made in the middle of his chest— it was insignificant now.
he did this to you.
"someone planted that stuff! y/n, please," xavier begged, his eyes landing on the figure standing at the door way. his face contorted into one of anger as he tried to lash out towards wednesday, who only watched in pride as xavier fought against his restraints. "you! you framed me!" he yelled, "i'm being set up!" he was pulled away from you, practically snarling at wednesday as he passed, seething, "i should've let rowan kill you."
and you— you only watched without another word. but madness radiated off of you in waves, the want to burn everything to the ground and hurt another strong in your mind. but you sat on your knees in the cold pool of blood around the wings, your knees stained red with the crimson. your skin marked with the wounds of betrayal.
#AUTHORSNOTE— i literally cried while writing this chapter. thank you guys sm for the support and for reading so avidly, happy holidays!
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Xavier Thorpe x Reader
Drawn to You
You sighed, head dropping onto your open palm as you stared down at the empty music sheet. You were supposed to be writing Wednesday some new Cello music but couldn't quite get started.
"God Dammit!" You called out to no one, throwing yourself backward in your chair.
"What should I damn?" Came a monotone voice.
Your eyes shot upwards to lock eyes with your sister, Wednesday.
Quickly turning around you stood up "I'm trying to write your cello music, but I can't get anything down" you complained, causing your sister to sigh.
"Leave that be, for now, I have more information on our murder case," Wednesday said, "your...love interest might be our suspect."
You scowled "do tell who this 'love interest' is" you sneered, while Wednesday simply deadpanned.
"Xavier" she replied, "I see the way you stare at him."
You scoffed but your cheeks turned a shade of pink "Right" you rolled your eyes "maybe stop obsessing over this monster? Take a break? Isn't that Rave'N dance coming up?"
Now Wednesday let out a small scoff "I don't need breaks, I need answers. I will solve this" she insisted shouldering her bag "I'm checking out something, I'll be back later."
You nodded waving her off and turning back to stare at the blank staff that stared right back as if to taunt you.
You hummed disappointed, fingers drumming on the chipped wood of your desk.
As you drummed, your fingers began tapping out a rhythm and you smiled.
"Finally" you murmured, picking up your pen.
~ Time skip ~
You smiled brightly down at the full pages of music you had been able to finish. It was a counter melody to Wednesday's already written cello music and you were so proud of it. Leaves crunched under your feet as you walked through the forest. Enid had said Wednesday had gone out to question someone and you had automatically known where she was.
As you came to your destination two familiar figures appeared and your smile widened.
However, just as you were about to call out to them, words that you had hoped to ask shattered your mood.
"Do you want to go to the dance with me?" Wednesday asked, eyes blankly staring at Xavier.
Your eyes went wide and your grip on the music tightened, creasing the paper.
Taking a deep breath, you crossed the remaining distance.
"I finished the music," you said, refusing to make eye contact with either Xavier or Wednesday.
Unbeknownst to you, Xavier had his eyes trained on you, his mouth slightly open in shock that you were there.
His heart sped up and he swore that if it got any louder you would be able to hear it.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked, relieved that he was able to keep his voice even.
You cringed "handing off the music. You two, uh- have fun," you said, eyes skipping around the landscape not daring to even look at him.
Wednesday stared at you, taking the sheet music without saying anything, just a blank stare.
A couple more awkward seconds later and you were booking it back down the path you came from. Desperately trying to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay.
Your thoughts were too loud to hear a voice calling after you.
~ Time Skip ~
It was the day of the dance and you were miserable. You tried to convince yourself that you were okay and shouldn't be so worked up but it didn't work out that well.
In hopes to clear your head, you had gone out for a walk, outside of the school.
As you walked you heard footsteps accelerating behind you.
Out of instinct, you turned around your pocket knife in hand, holding it to the person's throat.
To your surprise, you were face to face with Xavier who had his hands up in defense.
"Woah there, I thought Wednesday was the only one who liked sharp objects," he said, trying to joke around.
You however just rolled your eyes, sliding the knife back into your pocket "self-defense comes in handy at my house" you replied.
Xavier gulped and nodded putting his hands down "oh- right" he muttered, "but that's not the point I wanted to show you something."
You scoffed at this "why? Aren't you supposed to be with Wednesday? At the dance?" You questioned, crossing your arms.
He sighed "look, just come with me okay? I'll make it worth your while" he promised, holding out his hand for you to take.
You glanced from his outstretched hand to his eyes back to his hand before sighing and taking his hand "fine."
Xavier smiled before he began pulling you to the woods. Neither of you said anything as he lead you down a familiar path, to a recognizable building.
He tugged you inside, and your eyes were quick to dart around the room that was covered wall to wall with drawings.
You were amazed, most of the images were simply in black yet there was so much attention to detail, it took your breath away.
Xavier smiled at your reaction, walking over to a covered-up drawing "don't freak out okay?" He said.
You nodded and with that he took the tarp off with one fluid motion, revealing a large drawing of yourself writing music.
Your eyes widened walking over, your fingers delicately tracing over the ink, before your attention was brought to Xavier.
"You drew this? Why? How? When?" You questioned.
Xavier shoved his hands in his pockets, head bowed with a sheepish grin "I've had visions of you and it helps to think through my thoughts by drawing them" he tried to explain "me and Wednesday we didn't- nothing happened between us. I refused her offer to the dance, I wanted someone else to ask me."
Your breathing hitched as he took a step closer to you "who?" You asked your voice barely above a whisper.
"You" Came his reply "it's always been you."
His hand reached up to cup your face and you allowed yourself to relax into the touch.
Xavier's smile turned into a smirk as his eyes flickered to the drawing
"guess you could say I'm drawn to you"
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Can I call you mine this year? - Xavier Thorpe
Summary: you celebrate new year's eve together with your friends and give out gifts, counting down to the new year and while you were busy admiring the fireworks outside, someone else was admiring you 🎇
Warnings: just fluff really, kissing, mention of fireworks, lmk if i missed anything
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: i really don't know how to feel about this title but i couldn't think of anything else im sorry. i would also like to wish you all a happy new year, and i hope you enjoy!
Requests: to the person that sent me a request, im currently working on it but wanted to post this one first, any other requests are always welcome btw, could also be different genre from what i usually make
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"Omg this is so pretty, thank you thank you thank you thank youuu", Enid said to you while suffocating you in a hug. You and your friends were having a new year's party together and decided to do a secret santa, everyone pulled a card last month with the name of the person they had to make a gift for. Since you wanted to avoid someone getting a cheap lame gift, everyone had to diy their present. This way everyone would get an authentic and personal gift, which turned out to be one of the greatest decisions you've ever made.
Once Enid finally let you go from her tight grip, it meant you were up next. You still didn't know who pulled your name, so you looked around at the people that haven't given a gift yet. It could be Wednesday, Eugene, Divina, or Xavier. You saw Xavier get out up from his seat and walk towards you with a huge grin on his face, he placed his gift to you on your lap before returning to where he was sitting. You looked suspiciously at Xavier before shifting your attention back to the present. It had a rectangular shape and was very flat, an idea of what it could be already coming to your mind. As you carefully unwrapped your gift, your eyes widened at the sight of it.
"Xavier this is beautiful.", you looked up at him again with your mouth slightly open from shock. He had made a drawing of you, which was what you had expected, but you didn't think it would be a drawing of you out in the snow. A few days ago, you and your friends went for a walk in the forest as it had snowed overnight which caused the entire domain to be covered in a thick layer of snow. You were looking at the drawing again, recollecting memories from that day, when suddenly the drawing moved. He was using his powers to bring his gift to life right in front of your eyes. You could now see the snow slowly falling from the sky, laughter could be seen on your face. It was truly one of your favourite moments with your friends, and now you can remember this time forever because of this artwork.
“That’s not fair, he’s using his powers to impress them even more!”, Ajax yelled out causing everyone to laugh a little. Obviously, Xavier would use his powers for your present, he knows how fascinating you find it when he does that. He knew that if he didn’t show you now, you’d probably be begging him to do it later.
You were the one getting up from your seat this time, walking over to Xavier to pull him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much, this has got to be one of the best presents I've ever gotten.". You gave him a very small kiss on his cheek to express how grateful you are for what he gave to you.
The secret santa continued and soon enough it was time to count down for the new year to start. Everyone was standing around the television, looking at the timer going down. You can’t believe another year already went by, and that you get to say goodbye to 2022 with all these new friends you’ve made on the way. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen as the last minute went in, while you were looking around at the people you loved most. A smile crept up your face, a part of you didn’t want the year to be over yet, but part of you also couldn’t wait to see what the new year would bring you. What crazy adventures you’d experience with the group, if you would finally start living up to those new year’s resolutions, and if you might meet the person that belongs with you. At that exact moment, you made eye contact with Xavier. He was already looking at you, who knows for how long, a soft smile was plastered on his face as well. You felt like he could look right through you, like he could hear every thought of yours.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1…HAPPY NEW YEAR”
Everyone jumped up with joy, embracing the people around them. While everyone was celebrating the new year, you and Xavier were still looking at each other, it felt like your eyes were glued to his and his to yours. But after what felt like an eternity, Enid pulled you into a big hug which caused you to break the eye contact. After letting go of Enid, you went around the room giving the others a hug too. As you were hugging Bianca, you looked out the balcony window to see fireworks going off outside. You’ve always loved to watch the fireworks so without looking back at anyone, you went outside on the balcony to admire the spectacle happening in the distance.
The sound of the footsteps coming near you made you turn around to see who it was, your eyes locking with Xavier once more. The others were still inside dancing and singing to some music, but you didn’t pay attention to them at all. All you could hear was the distant crackling noise of the fireworks, and all you could see was Xavier standing dangerously close to you now. You smile at him before looking up at the sky, being completely mesmerized by the lights. Xavier was too, but by something else he found captivating.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”, you ask not taking your eyes off the tiny explosions.
“Incredibly beautiful.” Xavier responded but you noticed he wasn’t looking up at the night sky like you were, instead he was looking directly at you. You turned your head into his direction, faces only inches away from one another. You could feel your entire body heating up, you were certain your face had turned a dark shade of pink. For a second, you saw his eyes look at your lips, but they quickly went back up to meet your eyes. The fireworks reflected in his pretty green eyes, making this moment feel even more magical than it did before. Without realizing it, the both of you were moving closer to each other. And before you knew it, his soft lips had found their way to yours. The kiss was slow but passionate, your hands pulling him in closer by his neck while he did the same with your waist. It felt as if there were fireworks going off inside the two of you, and neither of you wanted it to ever end.
After what felt like forever, you slowly pulled away for a second to catch your breath, your noses still touching. “I like you, a lot.”, you heard him say and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel things inside. “I really like you too.”, you returned the feeling by making him feel warm now.
“Can I call you mine this year?”
Without saying anything, you pulled him in for another kiss, hoping this would give him the answer he wanted. As you were deep in your thoughts, you could hear loud cheering coming from inside and when you looked at the window once more, you saw all your friends basically sticking to the window. Assuming they heard his question and saw your response very clearly, it looks like you weren’t the only ones waiting for this to happen.
If this is how the new year started, you can’t wait to see what the future holds.
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Homework? Whats that? - Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader, part 2 <3
warnings - its fluff at first but slowly towards the end it turns into a smut, its not really p in v but its more like grinding together anyways enjoy this <3
7pm slowly arrived, “should I go should I not? Would he hate me if I didnt? Why does that matter? I dont like him!.. do I?..” I fell back on my chair and it had flipped over causing a loud thud to appears through the room and even through out the hallway where my dorm was located.
“Fuck it!” I get up from my chair picking it back up and pushing it to the side watching it roll and hit the wall I then grab my black jacket that I usually wear to cover up my uniform if its dirty.
I quietly open my door it still squeaks but I dont think anybody will know, I quietly walk over to the stairs walking down them and reaching to the quad seeing the tall boy standing there “Wow do you always do that entrance?” He turns around.
He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs soflty “It impresses the ladies so,” he shrugs his shoulders and quickly asks me “Why did you come, did you feel bad for me sweetheart?” I roll my eyes.
I look around the quad and quickly realize it looks so dead when nobody is in there and there is no chatter and laughing, xavier grabs my hand and leads me into the forest.
“Are you going to murder me because why are we going into the forest?” Xavier turns around and leans down to my ear whispering in it “My shed its in the forest we can study there” I nod my head and continue walking.
A few quick minutes past and we both arrive at the shed he opens the door and says “Here you go!” he smiles softly and I roll my eyes saying “Thanks” He then looks for the light and he then pulls down on this thing that turns on the lights.
I hop up on the table as he sits on the chair below looking up at me “So where should we get started?” He asked looking up at me a few hair strands swinging down in his face he looks so small from my point of view.
“Well you havent missed Mrs. Thornhills class so this is kind of just a recap of the things we learned if you get stuck just ask me!” I smile softly, I pull out my phone and he starts filling the work sheet out.
I kept peeking at him, his hands were very veiny probably from all the art he does and he has very slim fingers, he notices and looks up at me smiling “Cant keep your eyes off of me huh, by the way im finished” I smile and he smiles noticing his dimples.
“Shut up..” He looks up at me and grabs my thighs slowly pulling me down to where I was infront of him and he was in between my legs/thighs, my breathing became heavier and he smirked that nasty smirk he always does in class.
He places his lips on my calf slowly moving up to my thighs, I tried to control my breathing as he kept his eyes on me not blinking once as I did the same he sucked and sucked leaving hickeys all over my thighs which I wouldnt be able to hide.
He pulled me down into his lap I threw my hands over his neck and he grabbed my hips slowly moving them causing him to let out small grunts and groans I slowly started to pick up the pace feeling him get hard underneath me.
“Maybe we should stop xavier its getting pretty late..” He looks up at me giving me puppy eyes I couldnt hold back so I decided to place my lips on his plump pinkish ones.
After that we both decided to walk back to nevermore, “Well I’ll see you tomorrow in class!” He smiles softly and I smile softly walking up to him and kissing him we we’re both so hungry for each other but we decided to hold it off.
His hands roam around my body as we both pull apart “bye xavier, ill see you tomorrow!” he smiles and walks away I smile and wave as he looks back and continues walking.
I head over to my dorm opening it slowly making sure I dont create a lot of noise, I walk in and run towards my bed jumping on it and freaking out kicking my legs and giggling and shi (sorry had to add that LOL) I hear a notification from my phone thinking it was xavier but it wasnt..
It was an anonymous number, “who could this be?” I clicked on it and there was a video linked I clicked on it and there was the video of me kissing xavier in the quad the point of view from the video I know where that is.
The text had said “Stay away from xavier, if you talk too him in any way I will leak this video have fun babes,” I roll my eyes and say quietly “The only person Bianca” I laugh softly and fall asleep.
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