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aeyumicore · 2 months

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☾ .⭒˚ she can't come to the phone right now ♡ xavier x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: xavier x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, porn with very little plot

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 3.1k (who is she practicing short smuts)

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, dom!xavier, dark!xavier, ooc!xavier (unless you consider dark xavier canon), jealous!xav, vaginal sex, prone bone, slight voyeurism, light choking, breeding kink, jealousy, sex while on the phone, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected sex

⋆.˚ ☾ image link: https://x.com/honiraccoon/status/1758152675500380654?s=20 (it's nsfw so i highly rec checking it out bc i can't put it here LOL)

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: HELLO bet you didn’t expect me back so soon! I am back with a SHORT smut this time, based on this amazing ovulating inducing fanart @/honiraccoon on twit/x made (with their permission of course). I’ve attached the photo below :’) go support them and their art!

this is very dom and ‘dark’ (if you’ve seen the glitches) xavier. the smut itself is not that dark!! if you’re not a fan of this version of xavier you will not enjoy this.

also header is from @/osk_purinnumee twitter <3

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚

honestly, you had absolutely no idea how you ended up in this position. after not seeing xavier for several days, having been sent on different missions this week, he and you finally had a coinciding day off. and so you’d spent the most perfect day together, complete with morning cuddles after sleeping in, a homemade breakfast, and a fruitful day at the arcade.

you couldn't stop thinking about the signature xavier smile you’d gotten to see all day, soft and pure, just like xavier himself. but this was not the gentle and adoring xavier you’d seen all day, the xavier you’d come to know and love.

you found yourself naked, with your stomach pressed firmly into xavier’s plush mattress and your feet planted on the ground at the feet of the bed, back arched so deeply it might snap. he was pressed so deeply and harshly on top of you, his feet planted right behind yours. he’d pulled so many orgasms out of you already and showed no signs of relenting, his pelvis smacking your ass repeatedly as he forced himself in and out of you.

“x-xavier, i c-can’t come anymore, please,” your voice was hoarse from screaming, unable to keep up with xavier’s insatiable vigor. you had no idea what had gotten into him today. it’d been a relatively stress-free day, but he seemed to be using your bodies to relieve some kind of intense emotion built up inside of him.

“yes you can, i know you can,” he cooed, his mouth right into your ear as his body crushed you against the bed, “you’re a good girl aren’t you?”

his hands gently grabbed a fist full of your hair, urging you up so your cheeks pressed against each other. you cried out at the sensation, “y-yes, i’m a good girl.”

the wet sounds of his cock ramming in and out of your abused cunt filled the room. xavier’s grip was tight on your scalp and on your waist, and you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers the next day.

“you’re my good girl, right?” he groaned out as he removed the hand from your waist to lift you by hooking his arm around your stomach, so that your ass arched higher into the air. at this angle his thick length entered you so deeply that it felt like he might burst through your cervix. your eyes squeezed shut as your tongue slipped out, panting against the brute force of his thrusts. though his tone was dominating and demanding, you couldn’t help but notice a sliver of insecurity lacing his words.

he tugged at your hair, and you yelped at the slight pain bleeding into the pleasure xavier was giving you. he repeated, this time more demanding and threatening, “whose good girl are you?”

your eyes snapped open as his thrusts pushed through every corner of your poor pussy, ravaging every single inch of you. you forced your brain to focus on his words, his rare domineering attitude driving you absolutely insane, “yours xavier! m’your good girl.”

you felt him harden even further at your words. his voice against your ear is deceptively gentle, “really? then why was my good girl so preoccupied with her phone today?” his words are so domineering and possessive, you find yourself clenching at the thought of his adorable jealousy.

so that's how you found yourself in this position.

“h-hah, m’sorry xav. jeremiah kept – ah – texting me today to—”

xavier cuts you off, his thrusts stuttering briefly, “jeremiah? he was the one you were – hah – texting all fucking day?”

“y-yes but he was just sending me, ahhh, stupid ph-photos of different animals with kn-knives,” you sputter out, nails digging into the fitted sheet of his mattress. you almost wanted to laugh at how comical it all sounded but the feeling of him inside of you rendered you a speechless mess of sweat, cum, and ecstasy.

“is that so?” and with that, xavier fucks you with an unprecedented pace. he thrusts so hard your ass ripples against his pelvis and your thighs struggle to stay upright as he presses further into your aching body. you can feel yourself slowly succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms, a fifth in the distant horizon.

“you are mine,” he all but growls into your neck, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of your throat. you're jolted back to consciousness at the feeling of his hand closing into your airway, deliciously cutting off your breath. xavier’s rarely this aggressive and brutal. sure he’d love to take the lead as often as he surrendered it to you, but this was a whole different xavier. and you were positively obsessed.

“i’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” he demands against the shell of your ear, using his canines to graze your earlobes. you shiver at his words, cunt clamping down onto him. he moans in response to your grip, but only driving deeper and harder.

his hard abdomen continued to mold perfectly into your arched back, bending your body into mind numbing proportions. he releases your waist, causing you to slump back into the bed. instead wraps his arm around both your breasts, squeezing to the point of seeing black spots in your vision.

the force of his thrusts causes your body to rock onto the bed under his large and imposing stature. every single push made your clit brush against the soft bed sheets, stimulating you beyond belief. you were sure xavier’s sheets were absolutely filthy from the spend of your multiple orgasms, smearing all over them as he pushed your body to its limits.

as you continue to moan uncontrollably for him, xavier refuses to stop whispering filthy praises into your ear, driving you closer and closer.

“you’re so beautiful like this, your body was made just for me, right?”

you nod feverishly, his words going straight to your cunt. it wasn’t often you got to witness this side of xavier and you were living for it.

“m’all yours xav, no one else’s ever,” you choke out, the force of his cock deep in your throat.

his head dips down, pressing wet kisses into your shoulder blades before biting down and sucking brutally hard, and then licking at them soothingly. xavier smiles, admiring the hickies forming on your trembling soft skin, marking you as his.

“if only jeremiah could see you like this. maybe he would realize you’re mine, huh?”

you wanted to retort, reassure him that he had absolutely nothing to be concerned about, but your brain could only focus on his massive cock claiming every part of your throbbing cunt. he’d rendered you absolutely fucked out, a vessel of ecstasy and a means to pleasure himself. your brain fought to form words, to no avail. only the most primal parts of you remained, capable of moaning and screaming for him and nothing more.

you try to speak again, but before you can get anything out the sound of your phone on the bed beside your slick bodies rang out. the screen lit up and through your fucked out haze and tears in your eyes, you could vaguely make out jeremiah’s contact photo lighting up the screen.

“speak of the devil,” xavier grits out. despite the annoyance in his voice you can also make out the faintest hint of mischief.

“pick it up love,” he whispers almost tauntingly, thrusts still unrelenting, “we can’t ignore our poor jeremiah can we?”

while you can tell his words are laced with jealousy and faint bitterness, you know xavier cares about jeremiah and trusts him fully. it really felt like he was just, for once, giving into his primal urges, and enjoying the hell out of it too.

you shook your head no, doing your best to push your phone away.

“no?” xavier asks, amused, “but i thought it was urgent that you respond to him immediately.”

you want to roll your eyes at his childishness, but before you can do anything, xavier snatches the phone from beside you, slowing his rhythm to a languid roll of his pelvis against your flushed ass.

“x-xavier—“ but he cuts you off with a pointed thrust that knocks the wind out of you, his thick length absolutely rearranging your guts. you whine at the blinding pleasure, almost forgetting the fact that xavier was picking up your cell phone, while he was inside of you.

“hello?” xavier answers cooly, as if he wasn’t knee deep into your cunt. he holds the phone to his ear, laying down into the arch of your back. his cheek is pressed against yours, his hot breath blowing into your burning skin while he speaks, as he continues to ravage you.

your eyes widen as you realize he didn’t just decline the call, and that he was actually on the phone. but xavier reads you like the back of his hand, covering your mouth with his palm before you can protest. he grips your face gently, but not allowing a single word to come out beyond the muffled sounds of your sensual moans.

“oh, hey jeremiah. y/n forgot her phone and is currently occupied by me right now,” xavier speaks calmly, but the increased passion in his thrusts send your eyes reeling into the back of his skull. his words hold a suspicious double meaning, and you pray jeremiah doesn’t catch on. similarly, you desperately hope that the loud wet sounds of his pelvis pounding into you can’t be heard on the phone, cause they ring so loudly in your ear.

every time you try to speak, xavier’s grip on your face gets tighter and his pace gets rougher, harder. it’s like he’s trying to force the lewd moans out of your mouth, like he wanted jeremiah to hear everything he was doing to you, to hear the sound of his skin slapping into yours. strangely enough, the risk of it all intensifies the pleasure ten-fold. you tighten around xavier as you continue to leak everywhere.

xavier swears inexplicably under his breath, though you’re sure jeremiah can still hear it, “squeezing me so fucking tight.” your eyes squeeze shut at the excitement and embarrassment of xavier’s inability to contain his own pleasure. or perhaps, he didn’t contain it on purpose.

as if to punish you, xavier gives you a deliberate and pointed thrust, letting his cock angle upwards into your g spot while his body pushes you down so your clit drags against the bed, forcing the most vulgar sob out of your lips, bordering between a strangled cry and a mewling whimper. simultaneously, his hold on your chin loosens and he slips his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth. his actions cause your previously muffled moans to ring out completely unrestricted.

your eyes widen as you realize there is absolutely no way jeremiah didn’t hear that. it seems like you’re correct because xavier’s soft voice pierces through the thick sexual tension in the air.

“no. that’s the sound of a kitten,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he continues to roll his hips into you, his fingers toying with your tongue. you vaguely hear jeremiah’s muffled voice through the phone, doing your best to keep your sounds at bay. and failing miserably.

“okay, bye.” xavier tosses your phone back on the bed, kneeling back into your body and into your neck.

“do you think he bought that?” xavier’s grinning again, and you are certain he’s teasing you.

“xavier!” you cry, the mortification settling in with the pleasure, both feelings fighting to dominate your consciousness.

“i told you, you’re mine. jeremiah needs to know that,” he grumbles breathlessly into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“m’yours xav, everyone knows that,” you cry out. xavier moans out in satisfaction, and you feel his cock twitching inside of your gummy walls. his pace grows erratic as his length swells inside of you, and you can tell he’s so close to coming undone.

his husky groans by your ear fuel the fire of your own orgasm, stoking the burning embers until they threaten to burst into a full blown wildfire.

“sh-shit you’re close huh love? getting so damn tight around me,” xavier grunts, biting into your neck. suddenly he picks your phone back up and you can distinctly see the flash shining down on the bed below your bodies.

“x-xavier?” you moan, completely blissed out, unable to turn your head to see what he’s doing. he lifts his body off of yours and grips your waist with one hand, pushing you down harder on his erection.

“don’t worry baby, just taking some videos for our dear friend,” he mutters and you hear the distinct beep of your phone starting a recording. you try to protest but xavier’s pace becomes unrelenting and you’re only able to moan out his name once more.

“you gonna come for me, my love?” his voice is far away, clouded with intense lust. his grip on your waist tightens as he watches the ripples of your flesh against his viscous pounding. your back arches at his words, cunt tightening in anticipation of your climax.

“m’so close xav, gonna cum s-soon,” you wail, letting your body tighten around him, wanting him to cum with you.

his hand leaves your waist and presses against the bulge on your tummy, “can you feel that love? i’m right here. should i put a baby in here? think it’ll fit?”

you squeal at his words, the pure filth dripping off of them like gasoline to the wildfire that is your impending orgasm, raging through every inch of your body. your pussy squeezes around him again.

“ffuuck, i think that’s a yes, huh baby? want me to cum inside you?” he’s panting desperately as he fills you repeatedly, “fuck – you would look so beautiful with my baby – hah – inside of you.”

in your fucked out state, you nod excitedly, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his essence, everywhere. you could worry about the repercussions after.

“then everyone will know you’re mine huh? right baby?” you nod again, your voice nothing more than a strangled moan.

“say it for the camera love, let him know,” he encourages, his voice deep and throaty. he doesn’t say who, but you know exactly who xavier is referencing.

though you don’t want to indulge his jealousy, you find yourself unable to deny the man who was guts deep in your womb. and so you cry out, “m’all yours xav, please. need you t’cum inside. i’m a g-good girl, i deserve your cum, please.”

your phone shakes in xavier’s hands as your words set him off, “fuck, don’t worry baby, s’all for you. gonna give it all to you ’kay? you ready love?”

you tighten in response, signaling that you’re about to fall into the chasm of your orgasm.

“x-xavier m’cumming,” you wail, gripping onto the sheets for dear life, your ass grinding deeper into him, back arching into the bed. your body trembles as the climax overtakes you. your vision spots as the sensitivity of multiple orgasms wrecks your body. the pressure in your guts is so intense, threatening to explode, and you feel yourself release all over xavier’s groin. the sensation was so new and foreign it had your brain reeling, trying to grasp onto this new ecstasy your body was falling into.

“h-holy shit did you just squirt on me?” xavier groans out, still recording the sight of your ass against him. and he thanked god he was recording at all, able to capture the sight of you squirting all over him.

“i-i think so xav, m’sorry,” you cry, still quivering around his brutal thrusts. the soaked friction of the wet skin between you two splashes and your cheek burns in embarrassment. you’d never squirt before, and you were mortified.

“no,” he grits breathlessly, almost threateningly, “don’t be sorry. fuck, need to see you do that for me again.” you hear the click of the recording shutting off, and your phone bounces back onto the mattress. xavier grabs your waist with both hands and thrusts sloppily, cock spasming in your tight walls.

he groans through every last thrust, and you cling onto consciousness, riding the last waves of your orgasm. xavier falls back in place on top of you, wanting to be as physically close to you as possible when he finished. his abdomen pressed into the arch of your back and his chin dug into the crook of your neck. with one final savage stroke, he spills everything he has into you.

xavier shivers through his orgasm, rope after rope of milky white essence dripping into you. you can feel every pump of his warmth inside you. he thrusts languidly a few more times for good measure, wanting it to reach as physically deep as possible. he’d be damned if he let a single drop go to waste.

your legs give out and you rest yourself entirely on the bed while xavier rests on top of you, supporting most of his weight with his arms propped on the bed, still caging you in. he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, and then your cheek.

“you’re going to make such a good mommy one day,” xavier murmurs into your ear, rubbing slow and soothing circles into your ribcage.

your heart squeezes at his words, and simultaneously your cunt around his softening cock. xavier hisses at the overstimulation, “fuck you’re going to squeeze every last drop out of me love. you like the idea of being a mommy huh?”

you nod sleepily, losing your grip on consciousness, “mm, slipping out xavier.”

xavier pulls out of you with a groan, and you whimper at the feel of the release dripping down your thighs. he picks you up gently so your legs no longer hang off the bed and then flops down beside you, tucking you into his chest.

you sigh contently against his softly heaving heart. you feel xavier moving around, while still keeping his arm wrapped around you. you force your eyes open so you can see what he’s up to, and find him unlocking your phone, the light illuminating his face in the darkening room.

“xav? what are you doing?” you mumble sleepily, nestling back into his warm body.

“just sending some videos,” xavier whispers, stroking your hair with his free hand.

your eyes fly open and you sit up to face him, “xavier! absolutely not!”

he grins mischievously at you, “relax love, i just sent them to myself.” the reassuring smile he gives you reminds you your soft, adoring, and gentle xavier is back. but you can’t help but anticipate the next time you’ll see that side of xavier again.

bonus: some of the pics that jeremiah was texting mc:

taglist: @queenashen @kttriangle @lyssa-211 @jeikeun

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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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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writer-freak · 2 months

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Period Care | Lads men x gn reader

Characters: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

Warnings: Gn reader ,mentions of reader having mood swings,period cramps, english isn't my first language, haven't fully played the game yet so these maybe aren't 100% accurate

A/n: I wrote the Zayne headcanons for my bestie and I ended up deciding to also write for the others. I actually planned on writing a Valentine's fic but I haven't finished it because I was busy preparing for my Valentines date.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Zayne:

Zayne as the dedicated partner that he is has a period tracker for you on his phone. He uses it so that he can be one step ahead, ready for when your period comes around just to ensure that he is fully prepared.

He is like a walking pharmacy, he always has your favorite relaxing tees and painkillers on hand. In general, he has a period product stash, just in case you have forgotten to restock or were caught off guard. Just in case he has a secret supply tucked away.

He is a doctor so obviously he is offering some medical insight. He will probably explain to you the medical technicality with periods and all that kind of stuff. Would be the first one to tell you to see a doctor if you have bad cramps.

He would probably also recommend some gentle Yoga stretches that are supposed to help with cramps

He has some hidden sense for your emotional needs. Somehow he always perfectly knows when to help you out and when to give you some space while on your period.

But of course, while he is a doctor and gives you a lot of practical solutions, he will also give you lots of physical affection if you need it.

He'll wraps you up in his arms holding you close and giving you all the kisses that you want. He might be a bit exhausted from his demanding job but Zayne is dedicated to being there for you.

Even if he's barely able to keep his eyes open he'll stay by your side offering you comfort and support.

Okay, now imagine this.

It's early in the morning and you are curled up in bed battling with cramps straight from hell. Before Zayne heads off to his shift in the hospital he slips into the kitchen makes you a hot water bottle and gathers everything that you could need. He brings them to you and gives you a kiss on your forehead telling you that he will come back as soon as he can.

Zayne will do whatever you need and will be especially good at giving you practical advice. And even if you ignore his advice his explanation will at least put you to sleep.

Xavier:

Xavier is the epitome of patience and care, he is your dedicated partner during your period.

He's not just there, he is really present offering you a comforting presence.

There is just something about Xavier that makes you feel safe almost like sinking into a warm hug. He really is a master at cuddling, wrapping you up in his arms, and napping alongside you.

Xavier tends to be a bit forgetful about the timing of your period. But when it's actually there he is by your side, doing whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Oh did I mention that voice of his? It's just so calming.

If you need a distraction from some cramps Xavier's soothing voice and words will ease your mind lulling you into a peaceful sleep. And when you wake up you'll find him right beside you, probably also asleep.

He in general just relishes in keeping you close and caring for you during this time. Even if he doesn't fully understand your mood swings he remains calm and understanding trying to support you in every way he can.

Also, any medication you need he is gonna immediately get, if he doesn't already have it, and whatever your craving he is gonna bring to you.

I think he would maybe like to pet your head or play a bit with your hair to help you relax if you are fine with it.

And I can't forget to mention his hands, if you ask him to put his hands on your tummy to help with your cramps he will do so immediately. And in general, he would give you back or tummy rubs if you ask him for them.

Xavier just wants to do whatever you need during that time and is a very caring and dedicated partner.

Rafayel:

Rafayel tends to only realize that you have your period when you are more on edge than usual. He isn't really thrilled about you being in a bad mood but he rolls with it, kinda finds amusement in your crankiness, and uses it as an opportunity to playfully tease you.

With teasing, he will especially do this if you are being extra clingy, but he also uses your clinginess as an excuse to be extra close to you.

He'll wrap you up in his arms and always refuses to let you go until you feel better, he loves the extra cuddle time.

While on your period he would use darker bedsheets to help avoid staining.

He isn't exactly an expert about periods but he always stocks up whatever you're currently craving or your general favorite snack just in case.

If you need painkillers he's on it, he wants to make sure that you have everything you need to help ease your discomfort.

He can't really stand seeing you in pain so he will try and shower you with extra affection, peppering you with kisses and gentle touches, claiming that it's just for your relaxation.

Playful banter is kind of his love language. Beneath that, he really just wants to make you feel better but it includes a little bit of teasing and complaining from his side.

I imagine him preparing you a nice bath if you want to, bringing you into the bathroom, and telling you that you should relax. If you ask him to join you he would probably tease you about how you just can't be without him.

But actually, he just waited for you to ask, so he happily joins you while relaxing in the tub.

And if you thank him for helping you so much during your period you could see him getting a little embarrassed, his ears turning a faint shade of pink.

Rafayel all in all is just really affectionate and loves using your period to soak in extra attention and affection from you.

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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Hi hru 👋🏾

I have a request for Wednesday on Netflix maybe you could write xavier and the reader having a fight and then he suddenly kisses the reader. Only if you want

— ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis; you’re just concerned about your boyfriend’s issues but it leads to a terrible argument between you two yet you both still long for eachother.

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

Ever since the arrival of Wednesday Addams in Nevermore and the unfortunate expulsion of Rowan, your boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe had been acting rather, unusual, to say the least.

Yes, he did lose his roommate and he was being tormented by frequent nightmares of a creature — it was enough to make one lose their sanity. Yet today, in particular, he was acting odd.

You noticed that today, he was feeling uncomfortable, bothered by the slightest conversation, as if he were scared. He also was making an attempt to cover his neck either with his collar or hands. You observed that the reason as to why he was hiding his neck was due to the large red scars that were planted on it — worst of all, they were fresh. They looked as if a creature had attacked his neck as it appeared that maybe claws were the cause of it.

You overheard him informing Wednesday that the scars were due to fencing class yet you knew him better than anyone — he wasn’t that careless to get injured so terribly in fencing. It was probably due to another cause.

Eventhough, deep down you knew you shouldn't inquire him about his latest injury something had urged you to question him about it. You wanted to know why he looked and felt so terrified. After all, you were his girlfriend, shouldn't you have a right to know?

Reluctantly, you made your way to his art studio which was an old shed he had cleaned out. You knew he was in it due to the slow hum of the music you could hear from the outside and the small light rays that penetrated out of the shed's windows.

Xavier would visit the shed whenever he was in distress. Lately, he'd been visiting it quite often as he was tortured by all his horrifying dreams and the events occurring in Jericho. The rumours of the creature in the woods weren't helping either.

One, two, three. You knocked thrice onto the door, patiently waiting for the man inside to let you in. After a few moments on waiting, the door finally opened to reveal an anger-stricken Xavier, who leaned against the doorway of the shed.

His palms were coloured in different shades of blue and red, indicating that he was painting. Whereas his eyes were both avoidant of your gaze. He kept glancing at his shoes, not even bothering to greet you — other times, he'd let you in, showing off anything new he had painted.

You broke off the awkward silence with a small cough, 'can I come in?' you lightly asked as you attempted to smile at him. Still not meeting your eyes, he replied with a simple 'sure,' and moved out of the way so that you could enter.

You looked around and were horrified at the sight of the inside of the shed. Nearly every corner was filled with sketches, drawings and paintings of the creature - some scribbled messily while others were decorated in detail. You now knew that his nightmares were only getting worse even with his multiple therapy sessions, he still wasn't getting any better.

'So what do you want?' Xavier asked with no emotion. You turned to look at him after finally tearing your eyes away from the gnarly pictures he had drawn. 'I just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling,' you replied, 'I noticed your scars and I wanted to ask you...' you trailed off, unsure of how to continue since you noticed that his expression hardened.

'Why? So you could blame me for all the murders?' he snapped. You had no idea what Xavier could possibly mean by that statement. Did someone blame him? Was that he was feeling so sour?

'No, I don't blame you at all and you know that. I was just here to check up on you and-' before you could finish, you were cut off by Xavier: 'well, I don't need you checking up on me, I'm perfectly fine. Stop pretending like you ever actually cared,' he shouted.

All the worry you had about him left you immediately, you yelled back at him as he yelled at you. You both were shouting back and forth, throwing cruel words at eachother. Until, you had had enough. Your eyes and cheeks were now stained with tears, your lips were bleeding due to you biting them aggressively and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

His harsh words were enough for you to finally leave his shed, filled with rage and sadness. Clearly, he was not feeling alright and took out his anger on you. You were just trying to check up on him, what could've caused him to feel like this?

To be honest, you were angry at him, terribly angry. You stormed into your room, trying to block off any thoughts you had about him. Yet you couldn't since no matter how foolish he acted, you still liked him.

Rave'N was suppose to be a fun and eventful night for any outcast. Well, any outcast except for you. Ever since your argument with Xavier, you didn't bother talking to him, even when he attempted to apologise to you.

You went with your friend and roommate, Yoko and instead of moping over Xavier, you decided to actually enjoy yourself. It was a party after all, you were suppose to enjoy yourself here. The drinks and loud music were finally making you forget all about Xavier.

After a couple of drinks and a few dances with Yoko, you were finally exhausting yourself. Tearing away from Yoko and the dance floor, you finally sat down on a table you presumed to be empty to rest a bit before going back.

'I see you're enjoying yourself here,' a familiar yet unexpecting voice called — the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Sighing, you turned to look at the unwelcomed face of Xavier. You raised your brow, 'So? It's a party,' you replied, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

'Hey listen...' he began as he sat himself next to you. You knew what to expect, for the past few days, Xavier had been attempting to apologise to you for his harsh words yet you didn't bother listening to any of his apologies; most of the time, Yoko would just tell him to leave.

You sighed and turned to look at him, 'you've told me that same apology multiple times but you have to realise that I was really hurt by your words... I was just worried.' This was probably the longest conversation you both had this entire week.

'Xavier, I understand you were hurting back then but I just kinda wished you ta—‘ before you could finish your statement, you got interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

It was a surprised gesture but you reciprocated it almost immediately; you missed this so much. You’d never admit it but you really did miss Xavier loads. Just by kissing him, all the events of the past few days were lost; you just wanted to be with him.

Once you two pulled apart, Xavier looked at his shoes, avoiding your gaze again — it looked as if he was embarrassed of his actions.

‘I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have done that,’ he stated apologetically. Deep down, Xavier longed for things to go back to the way they were. He felt upset and he missed you so much.

‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m kinda over it besides, you were just on edge back then; we both said things that we regretted. I understand,’ you gently spoke. Xavier looked at you with hopeful eyes yet he didn’t utter a single word.

The last thing Xavier expected you to do was stand up and offer your hand to his, inviting him onto the dance floor.

‘Come on,’ you said as you happily dragged him to the dance floor.

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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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Requests are open for anything and everything wednesday related!!! I'm so excited

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⋆˙⟢ PARAGON OF REVERENCE.

you want to run away with xavier.

f!reader ⊹ canon-divergent au ⊹ fluff. light angst ⊹ 0.7k ⊹ knight!xavier x princess!reader ⊹ footnote. a song fic based on ᝰ forever always / zeph req by anonie. i hope you like it.

꒰ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ! ꒱

sometimes xavier wonders what he means to you, what impact his eternal devotion carries in your heart.

he wonders how much it weighs in your sternum. as your knight, all that enters his realm of concern is both your safety and your joy. yes, he lives for the birth of your elation bred from the security he ensures — a hand in yours or a hand drawing his sword in your name. he isn’t supposed to love you, but before he’s a knight, he’s only a man. honorable in truth, but still, a man comprised of flaws.

loyal but indulgent. fierce but impulsive. reliable but irrational. calm but reactive. although, for you, all xavier needs is the strength he carries inspired by his vow to you to be a knight who excels at his position and can be trusted to be at his post: by your side. and you, his forbidden awestricken lover with your honeysuckle heart bleeding the sweetest nectar over everything. what else is he supposed to do aside love you?

from your intellect to your unyielding curiosity, xavier’s grown to adore every aspect of you he observes. even when you make his blood boil, he wants to release his frustration by pressing feathery kisses to each of your knuckles. he can’t help but love you. to every question he raises, you’re the answer he finds. “princess,” xavier calls. he enters your room, voice pointed as your honorific rolls casually from his lips. you hum weakly in response. he finds you standing soundless in front of your large, bay window, looking out at the structures of the kingdom below. his obvious frustration is disregarded for the likes of pensiveness. his tone softens at the sight. “i’m…told you refuse to see your father.” “mm, that’s right,” you say distantly. “he seeks to absolve his crimes against the lemurians by marrying me off to their king. a direct line of power to lay this conflict to rest with no consequence.” xavier listens to every word you say, but you pierce a hook right through his chest when the word marrying slips out of your lips. he didn’t hear any rumors floating around and he devoutly listens for them with the same diligence that he uses to wait for your word. his frustration dies on his breath, now replaced by a swelling ache swaddling his ribs. “i refuse.” you seethe, finally turning to face xavier with teary eyes. “for obvious reasons, i can’t bring myself to marry another man that isn’t you.” despite the weight of the truth being the dagger lodged in his throat, xavier speaks to you softly. “come here, princess.” and you do, picking up the fabric of your attire to drag your bare soles over to him, your perfect lips set in a pout, his yearning to set them straight screeching inside him.

when you’re within reach, he gently cups your cheeks. an exalting and loving smile molds his lips to mask the way his heart collapses to the floor and shatters in glassy descent. “i’m your knight first. and your lover last.” xavier’s somber reminder as he presses tender kisses against your lips. “maybe we should accept this.” ignoring him, you speak as if he hasn’t. “unless we leave this kingdom, all we’ll have is this. with or without him, i want to have you, but i don’t want to put you in harm’s way. if we leave together, my father will most assuredly put a bounty on your head.” your voice shimmers with love, a solemn vow spoken with promise and fear all in one breath. he grins, bittersweet and ardent, staring into your cosmic eyes, watching stars shoot across your irises and wishing for the space to love you well. “uluru,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours. your noses brush. “uluru?” “we said if we ever eloped, we’d spend the rest of our lives there.” xavier's knuckles graze your cheek as he declares, “i’ll pay any cost there is to keep you. if you say you want to go, we’ll go. but if we go, we can’t look back. be sure this is really what you want.” because this is all he’ll ever want: to be hopelessly dedicated to you, a paragon of reverence. his heart belongs to you, for all of eternity. in this life and his next. you smile, delicate and doting, softly declaring, “i'm ready to go when you are.”

i don’t think my love will ever start to fade. my attachment to you isn’t subject to change. my heart’s yours, forever and always.

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Love and Deepspace Men Comparing Stamina with You

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, stamina difference, marathon sex, cuddles, aftercare, teasing

A/N: My martial arts stamina is pretty good. Don't know if it translates to other stuff.

Zayne knows he has more stamina and is smug about it, not in the way that he brags about it but once you tell him you can't keep going he will. Won't make you do anything but watch him jerk off, he's got a few more good loads to spend. But if you really want a good look at it then he could do it right above you. Might even get a nice surprise from you if you feel like sucking his balls to help him out.

Rafayel has a bit less stamina then you. It's not something you'd ever make fun of him for and he doesn't think it's a bad thing either, it leaves more time for cuddles. And lots of cockwarming and kissing while he gets ready for the next round. Besides his cock isn't the only way he can please you, you know how skilled his fingers are, and the whole time he was thrusting your clit was just begging to be touched.

Xavier will keep his cock inside of you until you tell him he can go again. He doesn't want to be separated from you even a little bit but will tell you that you should practice more so you can keep up with him more often. Lucky for you he just so happens to be free to help you out with that. You can get stared right away in fact, his cock is still hard, just let him know when he can start moving again.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace headcanons #love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace smut #zayne headcanons #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne smut #rafayel smut #xavier smut #love and deepspace #rafayel #xavier #zayne

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aeyumicore · 2 months

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☾ .⭒˚ heartstring symphony ♡ xavier x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: xavier x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf (so so so sooo many feelings like a whole ocean of feelings)

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 10.1k (oh lawd)

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, tiny reference/spoiler to chapter 4 of the main story (grandma and caleb), references to xavier/overall lads lore, first time sex (not virginity loss), explicit sexual content, pure pure filth but also so fluffy and emotional, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving and m!receiving), lots of making out, pussy job, finger fucking, tongue fucking, cum as lube, references to xavier’s evol, slight use of y/n, switch!xavier, slight predator/prey play, somewhat vanilla

⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommending watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://youtu.be/U-OanLwbSVE?si=Um0NFib7gQOTGrLq

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY BABIESSSSS COME GET YOUR FOOD. oof this one is a doozy. based off the memory ‘heartstring symphony’ with xavier, there’s a lot of small changes to the progression and the dialogue, but its largely on par with the original memory! there’s a lot of ‘plot’ building as this memory is a bit long and i really wanted to incorporate parts from the beginning, middle, and end so i ended up needing to write for the entire thing. the build up is kinda important to the smut but you can definitely still just skip to the smut (ya filthy hoes)!!

100% dedicated to my bestie who is the downest baddest bitch for xavier!

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾

the sunlight bounces off the sheen of the strawberries that are finally ripening enough to eat. it’d been months since xavier and you had started your quaint little rooftop garden atop his balcony, and your collective dedicated gardening was finally rewarded with the most beautiful crimson strawberries you’d ever seen. having been tasked with tending to his house plants on his sudden trip away, you found yourself spending a lot of time with the strawberries on xavier’s apartment’s balcony.

“but even though you’re bearing fruit, your owner isn’t here,” you murmur sadly, stroking the slightly sticky skin of the berries. okay sure, you were undoubtedly projecting your own feelings onto the poor little strawberries, but who could blame you? it’d been ten days since xavier had suddenly left town and similarly ten days since he’d responded to any of your text messages or returned any phone calls.

and dammit, you missed him. missed his deep groggy voice when he’d pick up your phone calls at 11 am asking if he’d had breakfast yet, his bewildered face when you’d barge into his apartment demanding that he take you to play crane games, the way he’d pretend not to notice when you swapped hands during kitty cards. ever since you’d first met the enigmatic hunter in the abandoned protocore research base on your first mission as an official hunter, you found both your night and day dreams being filled with the thought of him.

you’d even missed him enough to send a few regrettable late night texts, confessing just that. at 4am. you groaned inwardly at the embarrassment of recalling your deleted messages. really, no one should be allowed to send any text messages after 1am. least of all you, who had so many confusing unresolved feelings for the silver haired man in question.

the sound of keys jingling a door open snaps you out of your thoughts. your heart pounded, he was finally home! excitedly, you scrambled back into xavier’s apartment, to be met with the sight of him struggling to remove his uniform top. the sight of his sculpted torso on display before you like an absolute art piece, had you freezing in your tracks, cheeks heating at the glorious site before you. xavier also froze, his cerulean eyes locking with yours in surprise.

“you’re…here?” his voice was as warm as you'd remembered, the sound of it forever etched in your mind. but it sounded too soft, tired. exhausted even.

“y-yeah…the weather was good today and i wanted to check on the strawberries,” you attempted to remain calm and collected, turning around to stop from staring at his exposed stomach. but the plethora of injuries on his pale skin caught your eye. instantly, you were at his side, inspecting him and assessing his scars.

“...you got hurt?!” your heart hammered anxiously in your chest as you reached to touch him. he peered down at you guiltily, pulling his top back down to cover the scars. he gently pried your hands away from his abdomen, letting his fingers linger on your skin far longer than he’d needed to, the touch not going unnoticed by you.

“it’s nothing, let me go get changed,” xavier finally released your wrists and left you to wait on the couch for him. you felt on edge, waiting impatiently, feet tapping anxiously against the carpet. xavier finally reemerges from his room in a fresh set of indoor clothes, a ribbed white long sleeve and gray sweatpant joggers. you’d seen him in this exact outfit many times, but suddenly the way his sweatpants sat against his lap made your mind wander, but you shake the filthy thoughts out of your head. when he finally sits down next to you, you can’t help but fret over him, grabbing his arm to inspect his complexion.

“you went missing, and now you return all beaten up…why do you always make me worry?” you reprimanded, pouting slightly, “you’re wounded aren't you? does it hurt?” your fingers ghost over the bruises on his forearm, the veins there protruding slightly amongst the bulging muscles. xavier only turns away, unwilling to meet your gaze, but still leaving his arm in your lap.

his refusal to answer only makes you more desperate for reassurance that he’s alright. you try to lift his shirt, but he uses his free hand to grip your wrist, stopping you. you don’t notice the way he blushes at your touch.

“it’s nothing, just some minor scrapes.” while the mere sound of his voice does wonders to soothe your swimming mind, it does nothing to quell the anxiety you have over his well being. over where he’d been these last ten days. with not so much as a single text message to let you know he was okay, safe. that’s all you had wanted, to know he was safe.

“i think your definition of scrape and my definition differ greatly,” you mutter sulkily, trying to get him to meet your eyes. when he doesn’t, you take his face in your two hands, forcing him to level with you. his cheeks tinge a peachy red under your palms, his normally slow and controlled breath rapidly increasing at your touch.

“if your wounds aren’t treated they could get worse, get infected, and even become life-threatening,” you murmur, almost threatening him, unable to stop the worry from lacing into your words. you can tell he feels guilty, his eyes opting to stare at your shoulder instead of your eyes, “...this is nothing. i’m used to letting them heal without much thought.”

this does nothing to make you feel better, if anything it makes you feel worse, and you’re unwilling to relent, “the past is the past. this is the present.”

his eyes finally peer into your own, meeting your stubborn gaze. his deep blue orbs are intense, searching for something within your own. while his voice is deep, tired, undoubtedly exhausted, you can still sense the longing heat in them. he sighs, finally caving into your whims, “alright. so, what do you want me to do?”

and so you find yourself in xavier’s dimly lit living room, a first aid kit on your lap, and xavier shirtless in front of you. you try to ignore the fact that he’s very much half naked in front of you, his joggers sitting dangerously low on his waist. so much so that you can definitely see the indentation of his obliques forming a tight ‘v’. it was enough to turn your brain into mush, but you fought those intrusive thoughts away so you could tend to his injuries.

taking a deep breath to try and calm your raging nerves, you start, “is there a spot that hurts the most? or is really sensitive? i’ll try to be extra gentle when i apply the ointment.” your eyes linger on the way his collar bones frame the muscles on his chest, the skin there pure and untouched from the dark bruises forming on xavier’s shoulder and abs. you bite your lip to withhold the shiver threatening to overtake you at the image of xavier in all his muscular glory before you. his gentle voice brings you out of your filthy reverie.

“my neck.”

“hmm?” your eyes snap to his, cheeks flaming when you realize he’d caught you staring. he smiles gently, but thankfully doesn’t tease you.

“the most sensitive part of my body is my neck,” he says again, his words almost threatening to make you unleash the shiver you were holding back. refusing to let your mind wander more, you lean forward and begin carefully cleaning the wound that’s etched onto the muscles that connect his shoulders to his neck. while you wipe the cut with one hand, you use your other hand to rub comforting circles around the red skin surrounding it, hoping to ease the stinging.

xavier groans, his voice husky and drawn out. you can’t help but wonder what that sound would feel like under a different circumstance, but repress those thoughts deep deep down.

“does it hurt a lot?” you keep your eyes glued to the irritated skin, lightening the pressure at which you’re pressing down, not wanting him to feel any semblance of pain, ever.

“kind of.” xavier’s response is clouded in ambiguity, leaving you confused as to what he wants to say. before you can press him further he speaks again, “i appreciate you looking after things while i was gone.”

you sigh at his persistent nonchalance, as if he hadn’t just up and disappeared and come back beaten and bruised. you knew him well enough to know he’s not planning on telling you what had happened to injure him like this or why he had to leave town in the first place.

feeling childish, you decide two can play at that game, “you don’t need to thank me. neighbors should always look out for each other.” you force down the inexplicable emotions stirring inside of you that threaten to spill into your voice, continuing to tend to the cuts on his neck.

he doesn’t respond and the room becomes suffocatingly quiet. swapping the alcohol wipe for the ointment, you briefly peer up to find xavier staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you stubbornly refuse to waver from his stare, but he remains silent.

“what? if you have something to say, say it,” you demand, a bit snappishly, unable to contain the hurt you felt at his repeated silence, both now but also on his days away.

xavier remains gentle even at your abrasiveness, “you’re really close to me. all i can do is look at you.” despite yourself, you blush at his words, chest tightening. he keeps his eyes on yours and you can’t help but squirm under his emotion clouded blue eyes, though you couldn’t decipher exactly which emotion swam through them.

the silence envelopes the air once more as you refuse to speak. xavier speaks up again, his voice low and almost sad, “are you angry with me?”

your heart cracks at the vulnerability in his voice, but you can’t seem to let go of your own peeved feelings, “why would i be? we’re just acquaintances who happen to be neighbors.” you know you’re being unfair, but you can’t help but feel as if you deserve some kind of explanation. you cared about him, far more than he probably knew, and he just up and disappeared without a trace for ten days. and to top it all off, he came back looking like this.

“are the other neighbors like us?” though his words are simple, you can’t help but wonder if xavier is intending to say something else under the veil of those words.

no, you supposed to yourself, other neighbors probably did not feel the least bit in the way you felt for xavier. your hands tremble at the thoughts you can’t seem to push away, and you accidentally press a bit too deeply as you apply the ointment. xavier winces, his eyes finally unfocussing from yours and his brows furrowed in discomfort.

instantly you feel bad for being even the least bit annoyed with him. your voice is much gentler now, almost apologetic, “was i too rough? you're…does it hurt a lot?”

xavier smiles reassuringly at you, so warm and gentle despite your attitude and the undeniable pain of his injuries, your stomach can’t help but flutter at him, “sort of, but i’m alright.”

“that’s good,” is all you can sheepishly say as you find yourself lost in his expression.

“maybe the pain is so intense that i can’t feel anything,” xavier is smiling so you know he’s teasing you but you can’t help but feel incredibly guilty.

“really? i didn’t mean to…”

the look he gives you is enough to shut you up. though he doesn’t say anything, his facial expression makes you wonder what exactly is going on in his mind. finally he speaks up, “it’s okay. i forgive you, and in exchange you’re not allowed to be angry at me anymore.”

“i told you that i wasn’t angry,” you sigh, “stay still. i’m going to apply the bandage.” xavier smiles and nods, straightening his posture obediently. you want to tease him, but instead diligently apply a bit of gauze to his neck and adhere it with some medical tape.

satisfied with your handiwork, you smile smugly, “all done. keep your wounds away from water and avoid eating spicy food for the next few days.” xavier mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, and when you look at him his head is bowed down so low you can’t even see his eyes. before you know it, he’s collapsing in your arms, completely passed out.

“x-xavier?!” you catch him easily, but his unconscious weight holds you down. xavier only murmurs groggily at your words. you can’t help but smile and rub his bare back adoringly. his skin is soft, and warm to the touch. you relish in the feel of his skin against yours and his presence enveloping you, having truly missed him so much.

“poor baby,” you sigh, contemplating on how you’ll be able to carry him to his bed.

with great effort, you’re able to haul xavier to his bedroom. as you bend down to lay him on his mattress, you trip over his feet. with his arms tangled in yours like a little koala holding on for dear like, you tumble onto the bed with him. you flop onto his mattress, and his arms tighten around you, locking you in place, tucked into his chest. you move to push him off you, but instead you accidentally graze his wrapped neck.

xavier moans, still deep in sleep, and his lip pouts as he grips you even tighter. you sigh in defeat at how content he looks with his arms wrapped around you, with his bottom lip sticking out slightly. you can’t help but admire xavier’s sleeping face, his long eyelashes tickling against your cheek. it’s not long before you find yourself being lulled to sleep by the warmth of his strong arms and the slow beating of his heart against yours.

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you awaken to xavier tucking you into his blanket, his movements gentle as to not wake you. your breath hitches but you do your best to pretend to still be sleeping, unable to face him in this compromising situation. with any luck, xavier would get out of bed and you could pretend to wake up when he wasn’t so intimidatingly close to you.

but instead of getting up, xavier only lays back down beside you, nuzzling into your side. your heart races at the affection, biting your lip to keep from making any noise. his body heat against your own threatens to unleash a shiver of satisfaction across your body, but you force it back so as to not alert him that you are in fact awake.

xavier is so unbelievably close, you can feel his breath fanning against your exposed neck and his fingers stroking your palm. unable to withstand the suffocating tension, you pretend to wake up, feigning a yawn as you flutter your eyes open. you come face to face with xavier, his eyes, still groggy with sleep, analyzing your every movement. his gaze falls lower, seemingly watching your lips part with the steady inhale and exhale of your bated breath.

you squirm, trying to dissipate the tension, remembering to keep your voice groggy, “are you still tired? it’s not morning anymore, so maybe we should start thinking about what to eat.”

“you’re resting on my arm. i can’t move. at all.” you jolt upwards, and xavier retracts his arm, rubbing the tender muscles, no doubt they’d fallen asleep, up and down. you hid your blush underneath your hair, unsure of what to do next. you became hyper aware of the fact that you sat in xavier’s bed, with him. and he was so very shirtless.

luckily xavier speaks so you don’t have to, “i saw your texts from yesterday saying you were having trouble falling asleep. did you sleep well?”

“it was pretty good,” you answered earnestly, genuinely feeling more well rested than you had in weeks, but then your heart stuttered, “w-wait, you saw the message i deleted yesterday?!”

“yeah, i did. but i’m pretty sure it was a small peek,” his gentle smile changes to one of a teasing grin, “xavier, if you don’t respond, i’m going to eat all the strawberries. all of them.” he raises the octave in his voice to mock you. to say you’re mortified would be an extreme understatement.

trying to deflect from the fact that he’d in fact seen your embarrassing late night texts, you counter, “but i didn’t. i saved you a small bowl!”

he continues, deadset on his mission to embarrass the hell out of you, his grin radiant enough to stop your heart. which you might actually prefer to the sheer embarrassment of being called out like this, “the moment i think about you being somewhere else annoys me to the point where i can’t sleep at all.”

you feel like a deer caught in the headlights, utterly defensive, “well, of course! you can’t just ask someone to look after your stuff and then ghost them. if that’s not being unreasonable then i don’t know what is!”

xavier glances at you, his voice calm but his eyes holding inexplicable emotions that you cannot decipher, “oh, and there's one text that i can't forget.” you hold your breath, already knowing which one it is. undoubtedly the worst, most incriminating one of them all.

“i think i miss you.” groaning, you cover your eyes with your hands and fall back against the bed. xavier laughs, propping up on his side to face you, his fingers brushing some stray strands of hair away from your cheek, hooking them behind your ear.

“...you saw every message!” you accused, peeking at him through the cracks of your fingers still covering your eyes. but didnt respond to any of them, you want to add, but hold yourself back.

his expression is that of pure innocence, “i was going to reply to them, but then i got caught up in something. and you deleted them a second later. i could only pretend that i didn’t see anything.” and then slowly, almost painfully, he adds, “maybe those messages weren't meant for me.”

despite your burning embarrassment, you couldn’t possibly let xavier think those thoughts were for anyone but him. the flicker of dejection in his eyes is enough to have you spilling out the truth, “...okay, i didn’t send them to the wrong person!” your cheeks burn and you’re sure you look just as red as one of the strawberries on the balcony. you prop up on your own side to face him, “i missed you. but that’s not the point!” your lips jut out to pout at him, feeling like an attention-seeking toddler that had gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

xavier, the relief and longing palpable in his eyes, reaches his free arm out to cup your cheek in his palm, “and i missed you too.” his voice is low, nothing more than a whisper, making your breath catch in your throat.

his thumb brushes across the corner of your lip, “unbearably so.” his intimate touch literally rewires your brain, making you throw all inhibitions out the window. the tidal wave of emotions you’d had on a tight leash, floods through the dam. unable to control yourself, you firmly push him down on the bed and straddle him, making sure to avoid any of the bruises on his abdomen.

“why did you leave me?!” you whine, surprising xavier and even yourself with your assertiveness. he rests his hands atop your thighs, as they cage him beneath you. his body is warm under your own, and you feel the heat manifesting in your gut at the intimate closeness of your bodies.

his surprised expression is quickly replaced with one of cool and calm, despite the fact that you were literally on top of him like he’d secretly imagined several times before, “why are you so worried about me?”

“...when there are bad people and wanderers out there, of course i’ll be worried about you,” your voice softens at the very thought. the emotions coursing through you make your voice waver, no matter how hard you try to steel yourself.

xavier smiles warmly at you, his hands wandering upwards to your waist and then to your lower back. you’re acutely aware of his hands on you and it causes your confidence to tremor, your stomach bubbling in anticipation at his touch.

“and yet, you’re way more dangerous than any wanderer could be,” his voice is throaty, tinged with need and desire and his eyes find your lips once more.

“this is different. i would never hurt you,” you counter, your hands resting against his broad chest. confidence returning ever so slightly, you dust your fingers against his delicate skin. you come close to his nipples, but narrowly and intentionally miss them. xavier’s hands on your back grip harder, not enough to hurt but enough to leave you breathless and wanting more. you can feel him squirm beneath you, eyes pleading with yours. for what, you’re unsure.

“yes, but i don’t have the strength to resist you at the moment.” xavier’s voice is nothing more than a whisper, has hands digging further into the sensitive skin of your lower back. you writhe on top of him, to which he lets out a faint moan, just barely audible in the crackling air around you.

your voice is but a rasping murmur, as you throw caution to the wind, giving into all the inexplicable emotions your heart held for the man beneath you. at your mercy, “then…don’t.”

at your words, xavier pushes you down towards him with the hands he had on your back. you offer no resistance, fully letting him guide your face to his own. and like you’d day dreamed so many times before, xavier takes your lips into his. softly, reverently, but so hungrily.

your fingers entangle in his pale locks, gripping gently as his lips mold perfectly against yours. you sigh into his mouth as your breaths merge together. you breathe him in, basking in his radiance, all around you. xavier’s hands leave your back to hold the plush of your thighs, kneading softly but so possessively. your thighs clench around his hard torso, and you can’t help but rock yourself into him until you are resting on his lap, on his crotch. his hands tighten on your thighs, the grip a clear message, a wordless command for you to behave.

his tongue caresses your lips, a silent request for entry. you obediently part them, allowing him access to every part of you. when his tongue ghosts against yours for the very first time, you moan so deep and pleadingly that you can feel xavier’s smile against your lips. his hands wander up and down your back again mapping out all the ridges of your spine against your thin shirt.

you’d imagined kissing xavier for the first time, many many times, but none of those silly little daydreams could amount to this. your imagination paled in comparison to the real thing, so willing, pliant, and tender underneath you. ready to do anything to serve you.

you finally pull away, gasping for air but only craving his breath against yours again, you can’t help but ask meekly, “is this okay?”

you can see the answer in xavier’s eyes, but he responds still, “more than okay. is it okay for you?”

breathlessly, you trail your thumb across his bottom lip and mirror his words, “more than okay.” you’re suddenly hit with the reminder of just how much xavier had you worrying these past few days. feeling mischievous, you stare down at him, face flushed pink and lips swollen with saliva. your fingers trail down his cheek, careful not to touch his sensitive neck, and onto his chest, “i should teach you a lesson so you never make me worry like that again.”

between his breathless pants, he’s intrigued, “...what do you want?” his hands flit to the waistband of your pants, playing with the material and letting his fingers brush against the skin of your waist. you hold back a tremble, and instead of answering him, you decide to just show him. dragging your fingers across his muscular chest, you let your thumbs brush against his hardening nipples. xavier’s sharp inhale is immediate and you feel him clench his hands against your hips. you lean your face down to trail a path of small kisses down his chest, over his bruises, all the way to his naval.

you can feel him trembling beneath your every touch as he grinds out, “is this my punishment?” his hand reaches up to weave his fingers through your hair, collecting the pieces that fall to your eyes as you bend down to kiss his skin.

grinning, you sit back up, taking his cheeks in between your fingers and squish. you can never help but to tease xavier, his adorable reactions always leaving you wanting more. you release his face from your hold, only for him to mirror your actions right back at you. his fingers are delectably rough as they grip your chin.

“i can do that too. like this.” his face is so full of amusement, making you want to retaliate further. so you let your hands wander back up his chest, slowly moving to wrap around his neck. you see xavier’s eyes widen in surprise as your fingers delicately tickle the sides of his neck, feeling his pulse race beneath them. as your nails flicker across the sensitive skin of his neck, xavier lets out a groan that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.

“ahh, please,” he whines. you notice that his hands have slipped under your shirt now, but not venturing upwards, ever the gentleman.

you giggle at his vulnerability, “you’re injured and don’t know how to take care of yourself,” you hand ventures from xavier’s neck to hold his face in between your fingers again, “you’re like a helpless animal about to be eaten.” your voice is a teasing coo, and you bend down slowly, torturously grinding your core along his crotch. he hisses again, fingers digging into your bare skin as if hoping to slow you down. but instead, you lean into the crook of where his neck meets his shoulder, on the side that’s uninjured, and press a barely there kiss into the skin. even at the faintest touch along his neck, xavier groans and presses his lower half harder into you. to stop your own moans, and maintain the upper hand, you bite into xavier’s neck. he swears and his fingers crush into your sides, and you squeal into his neck but your lips stay latched.

his skin is so sweet between the gentle teasing of your teeth, his pheromones invading all your senses. as you suckle on the sensitive skin there, you continue to rock your lower half against him, pleasantly surprised at the feel of his bulging erection against you. your filthy day dreams of him paled in comparison to the sheer girth of what sat beneath you now.

“you’re not worried about me – hah, retaliating?” but you ignore him, instead relishing in the sound of his pants in response to your touch. never in your wildest dreams did you imagine xavier would be this reactive.

he continues his delectable moans at your ear, “h-hah, fuck – w-wait. love please,” your core clenches at the endearment and you detach yourself from xavier’s neck, a flushed bruise starting to form where your lips previously sat. xavier hardens further at your disheveled sight. lips red, swollen, and shiny with saliva, cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red, eyes hazy with lust. he was fighting from coming undone at the sight alone.

“wh-what? is this not okay?” you pause, worrying you had crossed a boundary, but you can’t help the gentle and uncontrollable tremors your core makes against his crotch, almost like the aftershock of an earthquake. he groans in response, his head falling back deeper into the pillow as his eyes clenched shut.

his big hands squeeze your thighs reassuringly, and his right palm reaches up to cup your cheek. you lean into his touch, savoring the feel of his warm and protective hand against your flushed cheek. he repeats his words from earlier, “it’s more than okay. you don’t know how long i’ve waited to have you like this.” his words are filled with a vast expanse of emotions, but one you can make out is indescribable and utter love. like he’d been waiting an eternity for you to fall into place in his life.

his hands trails down to play with the buttons on your top, fingers grazing the exposed skin on your chest. you shiver as he says, “but i want — i need to savor this moment with you.”

in that moment you think about the way your heart has always throbbed at the thought of xavier. you think you’ve loved him for a while, it always felt like your life was destined to intertwine with his, in unexplainable ways. you’d long given up on fate, especially after caleb and grandma. but looking at the azure eyed man beneath you, you couldn’t help but think that that very fate had brought you two here today. so when you intertwine your fingers with his hand that toys with unbuttoning your top and bring your joined palms up against your heart, you don’t hesitate to confess, “you have me, forever.”

at your declaration, the expression on xavier’s face is a haze of inexplicable emotions. with the faintest sliver of hesitation and something that sounds an awful like sorrow he finally murmurs, “and you’ve had me, forever.”

unable to withstand the intensity of his longing stare and the weight of his words, you dip back down to capture his lips with yours, returning his heavy words with an equally passionate kiss. your hands move to stroke up and down his naked chest, before landing on his neck, using your thumb to feel the thrumming of his unusually erratic pulse. with your free hand you encourage his fingers that fiddle with the buttons of your blouse, urging him to undo the confines. you can tell xavier is holding back, likely doing his best to tread the fine line between careful respect for you and losing all control.

reluctantly, you withdraw from him, whispering through your gasps, “xavier…please. i want this. i want you.”

his eyes are misted with lust and adoration, his body stiffening even further. his voice is as deep as you’ve ever heard it, “are you sure y/n? you have to be sure. i-i’m scared i won’t be able to stop.”

softly, you use your fingers to trace over the hickey you’ve left behind on his neck. his breath catches and you can see the control slipping from his grasp. slowly, you bring your fingers to unbutton your blouse yourself. painfully slow, each finger taking its time to unlatch each enclosure, and you murmur, “i won’t want you to stop.”

his eyes are locked on you, as you slip the blouse off your shoulders, leaving you in your white satin bra. his jaw tightens at the sight of you and he grabs your thighs, “don’t say i didn’t warn you.” and with those words, xavier’s thick arms are lifting you into the air and throwing you gently underneath him. in a flash, his heavy body is on top of yours, your legs parted to accommodate his unbelievably built stature. you squeal in surprise at his dominance, the sound cutting through the thick sexual tension in the air. xavier smiles down at you, the dangerous glint in his eyes making heat flare between your legs. the slick forming in between your folds is unmistakable and you bite your lip to keep the moans at bay.

“am i still a helpless animal? since you seem to know everything, you should enlighten me.” the deep purr in his voice edges on a primal growl, like a predator with its prey between its claws. it’s enough to have you submitting to his every whim. how quickly xavier has turned the tables on you, his hand now gently pressed against your own neck, has rendered you a stuttering dripping mess.

“x-xavier…”

but he silences you, placing his index finger over your lips, his other hand moving downwards to stroke the soft satin of your bra, his fingers flitting dangerously close to the skin of the swell of your breasts, “when faced with a hunter that knows my weakness and how to take advantage of them, is there anything i can do?” you’ve never heard xavier so threateningly dominating, so demanding. it leaves you utterly speechless, your previous upper hand gone completely.

“perhaps i should teach you a lesson.”

you shudder at his words. his hands reach under your back to unhook your bra and you arch off the bed to allow him to slip it off effortlessly. fully exposed before him, xavier’s eyes burn with such intense heat it intimidates you, so you instinctively cover your breasts. xavier doesn’t speak, instead dipping his head down to trail delicate kisses along your arms, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. your breath comes out in shallow pants as he gently pries your arms away, and presses an open mouthed kiss to the swell atop your right breast.

you shiver uncontrollably under his warm lips, needing more friction, “p-please xavier.”

xavier’s wide grin is uncontainable, “look who’s the helpless animal now?” but despite his teasing, xavier indulges your pleas, capturing your nipple in his warm and waiting mouth. you’re unable to stop the gasp that tumbles out of your lips, your body arching off the bed only to be met with xavier’s heavy body pressing you back down. xavier’s muffled moans against your sensitive skin send your eyes into the back of your skull. as the pleasure threatens to overtake your melting mind, you press your dampening crotch into his erection even further trying to gain more friction. he groans, deep and hoarse, making you peer down at your chest and at him. your eyes meet.

the eye contact as he devours you is enough for your climax to start creeping in, your hand wedging between the two of you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants. your hands are met with the alarming dampness of his pre cum seeping through the gray fabric that frames his bulging erection. you bite your lip at the sheer mass you hold in your hands, your fingers tracing just how thick he was.

xavier’s tongue continues to flick along your nipple as your hand slowly makes its way under his waistband and under his boxer briefs. with his pubic hair tickling your palm, you brush your fingers against his thick erection. your touch earns your breast a harsh nip which causes you to cry out. the pleasure and pain is so blinding you find yourself needing to grip onto his cock just to keep succumbing to your impending orgasm, rooting you to reality.

“h-hah, y/n, please…ah, not so tight please,” xavier’s voice is a desperate whine, as he pants against the swell of your breast. at his urging you release his manhood from your grip ever so slightly, but keep it trapped in your palm, your hand has a mind of its own, unable to stop from stroking his length up and down, brushing against the single bulging vein alongside it. he leaks so much pre cum that it feels like he’s already pumped his release all over himself. you collect it all, using it to fist his cock in your hands while he ravages your breasts.

“you’re, hah, making me ruin my pants love,” xavier pants against you, descending upon your body until you’re forced to release him, much to your dismay. he slots his lips in the valley of your breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses slowly down your body. when he reaches your belly button, his hands reach to remove your pants and panties in one fell swoop. the cold air nips at your exposed core, as xavier removes the tangle of clothing from your limbs

completely exposed before him, xavier rakes his eyes all over your bare body, admiring every inch of you and breathes out a single word, “beautiful.” you blush under his gaze and you clasp your thighs tight in an attempt to hide but xavier keeps your legs open, his grip tight on your knees. with his eyes locked on yours, he guides your calves onto his shoulders, careful to avoid his bandages. you feel nervous as he comes face to face with your undoubtedly soaking cunt, and to your utter embarrassment he notices it too.

“you’re so wet already. is this all for me?” while his words are teasing, his tone is earnest, almost in awe.

“w-wait xavier, you’re injured. i don’t want you to strain yourself. l-let me–”

his eyebrows arch at you, “you said i should stay away from spicy foods, you never said anything about this. let me enjoy myself.” without letting you protest any further, he lowers his face onto your waiting cunt, his mouth unbelievably warm against your own burning core. you cry out, your back arching to the point it feels as if it may snap. with your legs on xavier’s shoulders, your lower half is elevated nearly a foot off the bed, his hands on your thighs supporting your entire body.

xavier’s tongue is fervent and attentive. he explores every inch of you, mapping out which areas make you sing with the most pleasure. his tongue alternates between dipping in and out of your entrance and caressing your clit while his hands move to prop you up by your ass. as he feasts on you, his hands knead the fat of your rear.

“x-xavier please. so so s’good,” you wail, hands digging deep into his comforter, wishing your hands could reach his hair, his face, anything. your clit feels like it might explode in pure ecstasy under xavier’s tongue, making you unable to control your mouth. your words make him harden impossibly more, still restrained in his soaked sweatpants. he groans into your core, the vibrations intensifying your pleasure. you can feel your orgasm racing towards you, which makes your thighs tremble around his face. suddenly, he stops and lifts his head. you whine at the loss of his tongue and the disruption of your climax, almost collapsing into the bed if it wasn’t for his strong arms supporting you.

“can i put a finger in?” his eyes are pleading, as if he’s worried you might deny him.

your head bobs eagerly, and you have to hold yourself back from telling him he can literally do whatever he pleases with you, “god, yes. just don’t stop, please.”

“you’re so adorable when you beg for me,” he grins as his lips find your clit once more as he eases not one but two fingers into your waiting hole. your moans fill the room at being so suddenly and pleasantly filled to the brim, your eyes rolling into your brain. xavier’s pace leaves nothing to be desired, his movement producing absolutely filthy noises to mix with the sounds of your moans. you can feel him scissoring his fingers in and out, stretching you out against his soaking hands.

“you’re so tight even around just my fingers…” he trails off in wonder, pondering how he’d possibly fit himself inside you, if you’d allow him.

“m’s-sorry,” you pant against his ministrations stretching you to the fullest you’ve ever felt, “xavier, th-think i might cum soon.”

your words fuel him further, the squelching sounds music to his ears. the pleasure is endless and you’re starting to see white. without stopping his fingers, he murmurs against your clit, “please give it to me. cum for me, love. i need it.”

combined with his expert fingers weaving in and out of you, his demand sends your hurtling through your orgasm. your thighs threaten to crush his skull as they tremble uncontrollably on his shoulders. you release all over his face, his mouth still latched onto you, gushing into his waiting mouth as you chant his name like a prayer. he replaces his fingers with his tongue, giving your aching clit a much needed break while still working you through your fierce orgasm. you softly scream in response to this warm tongue inside of you, shuddering through the final waves of your orgasm while xavier laps up all of your release, not letting even a single drop be wasted.

as your body heaves, xavier removes himself from your thighs, softly setting you down against the bed. he murmurs, “you taste so good. better than i ever imagined.”

his words fuel you with confidence, and you feel the irresistible urge to return all the pleasure xavier just gave you. your thighs are absolute jelly, but you crawl to your knees to face him. taking his face into your hands, you lean in so your lips are millimeters apart and whisper, “my turn please.”

xavier’s eyes smolder, and he lets himself be pushed down backwards onto the bed, with you slotting between his thighs like he’d done to you. feeling confident from the aftermath of your orgasm, you lean down and kiss his bulge through his soaked sweatpants. he hisses, as his hands cup the back of his head on the pillow. his reactions only serve to embolden you further, and you lick a strip down his pants, relishing in the salty taste of his pre cum on your tongue. unable to wait further, you pull his joggers and undergarments down together, and his cock springs free. your confidence wavers as you’re met with xavier in all his glory. he was unbelievably thick, and the vein you’d felt earlier bulged deliciously against the pale pink skin. you unconsciously lick your lips at the challenge before you, taking him into both your hands and sinking down to lap up the pearly white beads that had formed on his tip, threatening to spill over.

xavier lets out a guttural groan, his hands leaving his head to thread through your hair. he whines as you take his tip into your mouth, gripping your hair gently. the salty, yet surprisingly sweet, taste invades your mouth as you struggle to accommodate his girth in between your lips. determined to please him, you bob down deeper as your tongue lathers the sides of his cock attentively.

“h-hah shit.” xavier is a grunting mess beneath you, “my – ahh – beautiful girl. you’re doing so, fuck, s’good.” he hits the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face. you bob slowly, your jaw aching already as you do your best to take him. with your hands you stroke the parts of him that aren’t in your mouth.

xavier’s hands in your hair are slowly guiding your head up and down, encouraging you take him a bit faster. you gag against him, his moans letting you know how much he enjoys your throat closing around his length. while his thickness threatens to split your jaw, you can’t help but enjoy how he feels inside your mouth, an endless dribble of pre cum your reward for taking him so well. after a few minutes of this, xavier’s hands tighten in your hair.

“s-stop.” you peer up at him through your wet eyelashes. hes propped up on his elbows now, staring at you with an intensity that excites you to your core.

“i…i need to be inside you. is that okay?” he asks, but it feels more like a command. more than willing to indulge him, you lick the stray beads of pre cum that had found their way onto your lips, and you get on your knees so you can seat yourself on top of him. using your soaked slit, you grind on his saliva and pre cum slicked erection, whimpering while it catches on your clit, still sensitive from his tongue.

xavier massages your thighs soothingly, his smile is as radiant as ever, “don’t worry love. take your time. i’m yours to use however you’d like.” his words fuel your pulsating cunt, and you continue to grind on him, letting his tip ghost along your entrance, but not allowing him in. your teasing drives him to the edge of madness and you love seeing his undoing all over his facial expression. the friction combined with his reactions to you are enough to have your second orgasm building in your stomach. the mixture of your arousals lets him glide so easily in and out of your thighs between your leaking slit.

you’ve definitely never tried this before, but the anticipation of using just your pussy lips to pleasure the both of you is so exciting. the sounds of your combined slick so lewd against both your bodies. his cock so close to just entering your waiting hole and devouring you whole. it’s all enough to have you cumming again right then and there, but you know the next time you finish you need it to be with him stuffed deep inside you.

“so big xavier…don’t know if it’ll fit..” you whine, not daring to halt your movements across his cock.

“it will baby, i’ll make sure it fits.” you shiver at his words and finally, you allow yourself to sink down onto him. you wail at the impossible stretch, much more than his two fingers. honestly you’d wished he would’ve used four fingers as that might’ve prepped you better, more accurate to what was stuffed inside you now.

your thighs tremble as you’re able to take his head fully in. the stretch is uncomfortable, but you’re wet enough where there’s as little resistance as physically possible. xavier throws his head back and pants out words of encouragement, hands kneading into your thighs.

“y’you’re so fucking tight it feels like you’re trying to snap it off,” he grits, eyes glued to where your body connects with his. you lower yourself steadily, and you finally seat yourself fully, his cock pulsing excitedly inside you. you gasp for air taking a second to situate yourself before you can even think of moving again. xavier is no better under you, sweat forming on his forehead from the pleasure alone, his chest heaving up and down rhythmically.

“m’gonna move now, ‘kay?” you warn him breathlessly, surprised your brain is even able to still form words.

xavier is equally fucked out, begging shamelessly, “please. need to feel you.” though xavier is the one pleading underneath you, you’re not a fool. ever the wolf in sheep’s clothing, you know he is the one in control of the situation, even if you’re the one setting the pace on top of him.

his pleas are enough to get your thighs moving, rocking up and down, back and forth. you squeeze your eyes shut, falling forward so your clit can catch on the thick muscles alove his pubic bone. xavier’s hands on your thighs inch up to your waist to better guide you along as your pelvis rhythmically gyrates back and forth to better feel him against your clit and inside you.

“hah, i’ve always loved it when you take control on missions. so pretty – shit – f’me, using my cock like this,” xavier pants, holding onto your body for dear life.

the pleasure of his words swims straight to your head, and you can feel your brain turning to mush as you use xavier’s cock to pleasure yourself in ways you’d never dreamed of feeling. you can vaguely hear his endless grunts and whines of encouragement as your heart pounds in your ears. the earth shattering orgasm creeping up on you builds monumentally, much more intense than the one that’d already ravaged your body.

xavier’s breathy cries snap you back into the present, “sh-shit slow down. if you don’t–hah– slow down m’gonna–” he cuts himself off, swearing as he feels you tighten even further around him. as if needing something to hold onto to steel himself, he uses one hand to grasp your breast, squeezing forcefully. you yelp at the painful ecstasy, your steady pace faltering and giving both of you a second to slow down your impending orgasms.

not giving him too much time to recover, you begin rocking again, slowly, torturously, and passionately, unable to stop yourself from chasing the pleasure only he can give you. your hand is planted on his abs to steady yourself. xavier’s eyes lock onto your joined crotches, mesmerized by the motions you make that are akin to the ocean waves pulling in and out of the beach. you pulsate around him wildly and he throbs inside you rhythmically, your bodies meshing perfectly.

as your head is thrown back, your eyes once again inching into your skull, xavier thumbs at your clit. you squeal and contract at the waves of pleasure he induces onto your body with a single touch.

xavier swears inexplicably at your vice grip on his length, knowing your body is pushing him rapidly towards his finish. your slow and intentional bounces have him seeing stars, but he needs more. keeping his thumb steadily drawing circles in your aching bundle of nerves, he uses his other hand to grip your waist and guide you along, faster and harder.

his eyes admire your naked beauty on top of him, he pants out, “s’perfect, y/n. you’re beautiful you know that?”

at his words, you’re a faltering moaning mess as the rhythm xavier sets has his tip hitting deep in your gummy walls, stroking your sweetest spots at every thrust. at this point xavier’s hand does much of the work, your thighs threatening to give out as the only thing your brain can focus on is the pure pleasure of his cock reaching the most sensitive spots right before your cervix.

you’re reaching a point of no return, unable to stop your babbling mess, “x-xavier you’re s’deep, s’big. splitting me open.” you can feel the mixture of slick against the underside of your thighs, smearing against his pelvis as your bodies slap against each other.

“baby you’re making such a mess…hah..fuck is this all for me?”

you whine at his words, “s’all for you xavier..m’all yours.” thighs still burning as you do your best to bounce on him, you grip your breasts with your hands as xavier uses you like a toy. he seems to know exactly where your g spot is, and he hits it every single time, almost as if he knows your body far better than even you. you’re coming impossibly close to your climax, but you can’t fathom this moment between you two ending.

“come here,” xavier whispers desperately, “let me taste you.” with his hands still shoved between your bodies, playing with your clit, you bend down towards him and let him take your lips into his once more. his soft lips are urgent as they take you, and you can almost feel a lifetime of emotions xavier has kept from you. you respond with the same desperation, wanting to show him how much he has invaded your very being. your body, your mind, your heart and soul. it all felt hopelessly intertwined with xavier, and you couldn’t fight it. you didn’t want to fight it.

his tongue, cock, and fingers ravage you in perfect unison. the blinding tension in your gut threatens to boil over, and you try to warn him, “x-xav, can’t take much more.”

“you’re doing so good for me, y/n. i can–f-fuck–feel how close you are. please, cum for me,” he pants, his breath mingling with yours. doing your best to maintain your rhythm amidst the climax that descends upon you like a tsunami, you sink your lips into xavier’s neck, careful to avoid his cuts. the moan that he responds with is a deep guttural warning. that he’s as close to coming undone as you are.

with renewed vigor you bounce atop xavier, absolutely needing to hear him fall apart for you. you spear yourself onto his ever hardening and throbbing erection as his thumb on your clit sends you into oblivion. the bone crushing orgasm descends upon you, and you bite down on xavier’s pulsing neck. You let out a string of incoherent babbles right by his ear, and he eats up every single cry you make for him. the tsunami consumes you, manifesting in uncontrollable waves of tremors around xavier’s leaking cock inside you. wailing through your orgasm, right into his ear, xavier takes you into his arms completely and bounces you violently on top of him, desperately chasing his own release.

“fffuck, you’re milking me y/n,” xavier groans through gritted teeth, “makin’ a mess all over my bed.”

you alternate between nibbles and soothing licks against his neck, feeling how he swelled inside you at his sensitive neck being ravaged. you could tell xavier was impossibly close, feeling his heartbeat throb in his cock as he speared your overstimulated core onto him with every ounce of fleeting energy he had left.

exhausted and completely fucked out, you murmur into his ear, “xavier, please. i-inside. make me yours.” you plant a gentle wet kiss on the deep red bruise you’d etched into his neck. It resembles the strawberries you’d grown together on the balcony.

xavier’s deep and incomprehensible swears ensue, “you’re mine. say it y/n, please.” his thrusts are erratic now, losing himself to the pleasure of your body perfectly wrapped around him.

you squeeze your eyes shut, suckling gently on the hickies you’ve littered across his pale neck, “m’yours xavier, now and always.”

your words send him toppling over the edge, letting out a strangled groan as you feel him release deep inside your cunt, pumping his release as deep as it will go. it’s unbelievably soothing, the warm milky seed relieving some of the ache in your throbbing hole from his intense ravishing.

despite the overstimulation, xavier continues to thrust lazily in and out of you, wanting to keep every drop of his spend sealed inside you, as deep as it will possibly go. it makes him wince, but he can’t bear the thought of any of it being wasted when it belongs inside you. but you tap his pecs pointedly, still laying completely naked and soaked on top of him, and whine, “s’too sensitive xavier.”

he chuckles and brings your face to his, this time pressing a slow and sensual kiss to your lips. you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of his soft lips against yours, your bodies connected in more places than one. with your head still on his broad and muscular chest, you relish in the slowing and soft thumps of his calming heartbeat, absolutely content and blissed out. xavier strokes your hair with one hand, his fingers massaging your scalp, and his other hand rests tightly on the small of your back. as if he’s scared you might disappear at any moment.

inevitably, his softening member threatens to slip out, but you’re much to fucked out to be able to move a single muscle. xavier shuffles gently, and you feel him lifting your body off of him and onto the space beside him. he moves again to shift off the bed, presumably to grab a washcloth to wipe you off, but you clutch his bicep and bury your face into his muscular side.

“please don’t go,” you whisper. he looks hesitant, wanting to clean you up and take care of you like you deserve.

“i can’t fall asleep counting stars. i need them to stay by my side,” you mumble sleepily, not even caring that the mixture of your collective release dripped down your rear and onto the bed beneath you. when he doesn’t respond, you peer up at him, and find yourself in awe of the man before you.

while his face is utterly exhausted, the sleep in his eyes clouding his azure blues, he almost glows. because of his evol, xavier is always incandescent, but this is different. its almost as if his sweat slicked skin illuminates in the soft rays of fading daylight that spill into his bedroom. he catches your stare and he smiles so brilliantly at you that you feel like you’re in the presence of the sun itself. like he’s an angel sent from the heavens to derail your entire life.

he relaxes back down beside you, covering the two of you with his thick comforter. fixating on the sounds of your soft breathing, xavier softly tucks you into his side, with his arm around the back of your shoulders. finally, he speaks gently and so heartbreakingly apologetically, “i’m sorry. i should've responded to your messages.”

“honestly, i’m not that upset,” you sigh into his warm chest muscles that feel better than any pillow ever could. propping onto your side to face him, worry laces into your voice, “but xavier, you fell asleep after getting injured. aren’t you still tired?”

his voice is thick with sleep, deep and comforting to your ears, “yeah.”

“will a good night’s sleep fix everything?”

with his fingers tracing patterns into your naked back, xavier’s pensive for a brief moment. his answer is thoughtful and earnest, “only if you stay and sleep next to me.”

the butterflies that erupt in your stomach bloom into your chest and you're incapable of keeping your voice steady while you continue your line of questioning, “is that why you always say everything’s fine and don’t tell me when you’ve been gravely wounded?”

he hesitates as you stare at him, his arm still wrapped protectively over you.

seconds tick by, “i’m leaving if you don’t answer.” you even make a show of trying to get up, knowing damn well you’re not going anywhere. xavier’s grip on you tightens, quite possessively.

“i promise it won’t ever happen again,” his eyes convey so much more than his words as he stares into your very being. the ardor in his blue eyes overwhelms you with emotions that sting your eyes.

“will there ever be a day when you fall asleep and never wake up?” the question comes tumbling out of your lips before you can even stop it. there’s really no reason for you to even fathom that this could happen, but something inside you demands an answer from the silver haired man wrapped around you.

xavier is silent for an agonizing moment, but takes your hand into his, placing a warm kiss onto it. you shiver at the feel of his lips against your hand. it feels like much more than just a fleeting kiss, but a promise, “if such a thing ever happens, you – and only you – must remember to wake me up.”

you fall back into the crook of where his chest connects with his arm, satisfied with his response, for now. with your hand still in his, you nuzzle into him, doing your best to avoid the trail of injuries that still stained his beautiful glowing skin.

and it felt so good, so right to be held by xavier like this. xavier wondered how it could be that you fit so perfectly into his arms, into his life. you both knew there was a heavy conversation to be had, about where this left the two of you. as friends, as hunting partners, but especially as two people whose fates were so indescribably interwoven with each other. you both decided you’d save that for later, opting to savor the perfect bliss of this moment.

xavier’s unable to keep his hands off you, innocently grazing against every inch of skin he can. his fingers trace unintelligible patterns on your back and his right hand rubs soothingly up and down between your thigh and your hips. his comforting touch feels so inexplicably right, like two stars written in the night sky. xavier was your shooting star, after all.

just before sleep consumes you, you feel out for him, “xavier?” you’re unsure if he’s still awake as you await his response.

“yes love?” from his voice you can tell he is on the cusp of dozing off, still with his hands all over you. your heart flutters at his words.

“you better not ever scare me like that again,” your voice, thick with exhaustion, is anything but threatening as you kiss the skin of his chest muscles.

his languid chuckle is deeper than usual, his stroking halts as he grips your thigh tight, drawing you closer to him and pressing an adoring kiss to your forehead, “if this is my punishment, then i can’t make any promises.”

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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.

#xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #Xavier x reader #Xavier imagines #Xavier imagine #Xavier fic #Xavier fanfic #Xavier x you

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tempobaekh · 1 year

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Pt.2 of some behind the scenes photos from Wednesday🫶🏻

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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—☆ OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY !

xavier thorpe x gn!reader

synopsis; xavier, you and his sketchbook

notes; based on a tumblr post i saw earlier, enjoy <3

Xavier’s side of his dorm reflected his personality quite well. It was usually a well-kept place with most of his artwork and books carefully put into his many drawers and shelves. At some places, however, many unfinished sketches were strewn.

You were sitting on Xavier’s bed, leaning against the bed rail as you concentrated on the book you were reading. Xavier sat in front of you, he was slouching down to to write—draw on his sketchbook. Every now and then, he glanced at you but shyly looked away once you met his gaze.

You and Xavier both sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence as you both continued to do your tasks. You kept curiously reading your book while Xavier drew gentle strokes on the parchment.

Once you got tired of reading your book, you turned to Xavier as you admired him, lovingly. You noticed how attractive he looked with his hair tied back but a few strands of hair were still falling on his face. His eyes were focused on the drawing, he was sketching something ever so carefully.

Your eyes then turned to the sketch he’d been working on, you tried to make out what it could be but were unsuccessful since Xavier’s hand was covering up most of it.

‘Xavier,’ you called out to him, he hummed in response — his eyes not breaking contact with his sketch. ‘What’re you drawing?’ You asked, puzzled.

‘Oh it’s — it’s nothing,’ he stammered. Upon hearing your inquiry, he started to feel rather uneasy so you just left it at that and didn’t question him further.

After a while, Xavier hesitantly looked at you and called out your name; you immediately looked up from your book with an eyebrow raised.

‘Here, I drew something for you,’ he lightly spoke as he handed his sketchbook to you. You happily took it.

You observed his sketch — it was a of you, sitting on his bed and reading a book. You admired it, the way he drew you was absolutely gorgeous.

‘So, do you like it?’ He asked nervously. You smiled, ‘I love it.’

#wednesday #wednesday imagines #wednesday x reader #wednesday series #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier imagines #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader

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atsuwumus · 2 months

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✮⋆˙ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 . . . often covers the corners of sharp countertops or open drawers with the palm of his hand whenever you're bending down to retrieve something, ensuring you won't bump your head on your way up. this small gesture often goes unnoticed by you, but his care for you never wavers. as someone who sees many injuries in their day to day lives the last thing he wants is for you to be in pain.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 . . . likes to keep polaroids of you. while his art is often displayed for everyone to see there are pieces of his life he wishes to cherish for himself. he's got a box of polaroid pictures in his studio, some solo shots of you while others picture the two of you on your endeavors. when he feels low on inspiration he likes to look back at these fond memories for inspiration.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 . . . always links your pinkies together when you're walking. doesn't matter if the trip is long or short, doesn't latter if the streets are quiet or busy — he'll keep you tucked close with a small act of intimacy. and rest assured that he will shoulder anyone out the way who dares to try and break this contact, a glare usually does the trick though.

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satuguro · 1 year

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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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