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jenna0rtega27 · 8 months ago

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Hey could you do a g!p Enid x g!p Wednesday and fem reader smut where the Enid and Wednesday get jealous because reader what talking to a boy and not them with lots of after care pls :))

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Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair x F!Reader/vampire

Summary: Request

Warning: Wednesday g!p, Enid g!p, threesome, smut, blowjob, penetration, jealousy, mention of Xavier, dom!Wednesday, dom!Enid, sub!Reader

Number of words : 2280

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3rd person POV: Y/n reads her book lying on her bed. It is currently 7 a.m. and the young vampire is waiting for her two roommates to wake up. Being a vampire, Y/n never sleeps. Her two roommates are Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams. The two girls have been a couple for a few months now. After the murders of Joseph Crackston and Marilyn Thornhill, Wednesday and Enid became a couple after returning to school. Fortunately for them, the school was brand new when they returned.

But unfortunately for Y/n, she has feelings for both girls. But since they are a couple, then she didn't say anything. And she is also the only one who knows their secret. They both have a cock. She caught them fucking in the bathroom. To say she was jealous is an understatement. Seeing them sleep every night in the same bed sticks. Y/n would have liked to be with them. But she knows that will never happen to her.

The young vampire continues reading when she hears someone moaning loudly. She knows without looking that it’s Enid. The young werewolf gets up from her bed.

“Good morning Y/n. » Enid says happily and gives Y/n a kiss on the cheek. Y/n blushes but remains calm so as not to let Enid notice anything. Enid always did her with Y/n. Every morning she received a kiss on the cheek from Enid. And she blushed every time. And strangely, Wednesday didn't seem jealous because she didn't say anything. Or maybe she's making a plan to kill Y/n.

“Good morning Enid. » Y/n responds, smiling slightly and returning to her book.

After 5 minutes of reading, Y/n hears mouth noises. Like two people kissing. She turns her head slightly and sure enough, Enid and Wednesday kiss. They are sideways so Y/n can see everything. Wednesday opens her eyes to make eye contact with Y/n. Y/n holds her breath unable to look at anything other than Wednesday's eyes staring at her. To tease the young vampire, Wednesday adds her tongue to the kiss, still staring at Y/n. Enid moaned slightly. Y/n would love to join them in fucking each other. After a few more seconds, Enid stops herself.

Enid goes to change in the bathroom and Wednesday stays in her place with a smirk on her face. Then, Wednesday also goes to change and comes out 1 minute later.

“Okay, let’s eat before we’re late for class.” » Enid says and Wednesday nods. Enid is about to open the door but notices that Y/n remains in her bed with her book. “Are you coming Y/n?” »

“Oh no go ahead I didn’t do that anyway. » Y/n replies with a small smile.

" All right. » Said Enid and she leaves the room. Wednesday looks at Y/n with an emotionless look.

“If you don't come and eat in 5 minutes, I will kill you in your sleep and feed your flesh to the pigs and use your bones as weapons. » Said Wednesday and leaves the room without letting Y/n say anything.

Y/n huffs and changes. She doesn't want to make Wednesday angry. But she doesn't understand why Wednesday acts like this. Y/n has the impression that the young girl with the black braids cares about the young vampire. But Y/n can't think like that, because Wednesday doesn't like her. She only loves herself and Enid.

Once changed, Y/n leaves the room and heads towards the stairs. Once down the stairs, she walks towards a table. Arriving at a table, someone grabs her forearm, she turns around and finds herself face to face with Xavier Thorpe.

Xavier has always loved Y/n. He's made lots of attempts to go out with Y/n and go on a date with her but he always gets turned down.

Xavier lets go of Y/n’s arm and moves a little closer to her. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Please Y/n. Let me ask you out on a date. I promise you won't regret it. » Said Xavier with sparkling eyes.

Y/n was once again going to refuse Xavier's request but before she can say it, she sees Wednesday and Enid staring at her in the distance. Enid has the exit claws and looks like she's ready to slit Xavier's throat. And Wednesday has a look that sends chills down your spine. Her arms remain alongside her body and she does not blink. Y/n literally got goosebumps.

" Kiss Me. »

" I beg your pardon? »

“Kiss me Xavier, I accept your date. »

Xavier smiles with pride and places his hands on Y/n's cheeks.

“I promise you won’t regret it.” » Said Xavier and immediately places his lips on Y/n's.

The young vampire closes her eyes and wants to vomit. But before the kiss can go any further, Y/n feels a tug which causes her to withdraw from Xavier's hold. The person pulling her holds her wrist hard which hurts her. Y/n looks up and sees that it’s Wednesday dragging her and sees Enid walking right next to her with her claws still out.

“Ouch Wednesday you’re hurting me!” » Y/n complains but Wednesday puts even more pressure on Y/n's wrist.

“Enid goes to the principal and finds a way to make us miss class. » Orders Wednesday monotonously. Enid nods and leaves for the principal's office.

Arriving at the room, Wednesday closes the door and pushes Y/n onto her bed. She lays Y/n on her back and straddles her thighs.

“For the very first time in my entire life, I felt jealous. I never had that feeling with Enid. » Wednesday said through gritted teeth. “You are ours, do you understand? » Y/n nods not knowing what to say or do. “I said do you understand? » Wednesday repeats with a deeper voice and cupping Y/n's jaw.

" Yes I understood. » Y/n replies and she already feels herself getting wet.

“Me and Enid wanted to fuck you so bad. But we weren't sure so we didn't do anything. But when I saw you watching me kiss Enid, my cock got hard. » Y/n can't believe this is happening today. She's wanted Enid and Wednesday all to herself for so long and now her dream is coming true. “Are you ok for me and Enid to fuck you.” » asks Wednesday. Y/n nods. “I want words Cara Mia. » Wednesday adds, caressing Y/n's cheek with her index finger.

“Yes you can fuck me. » Y/n replies almost in a whisper and looks at Wednesday's lips before returning to her eyes. A smirk appeared on Wednesday's face. She leans down and gently places her lips on the vampire's. Y/n moaned at the coldness of young Addams' lips. She didn't expect them to be cold.

Wednesday takes her hand and puts it in Y/n's pants but without going into her panties and slowly caresses her pussy and can feel all the wetness.

“You’re so wet.” » Wednesday said, pulling away from Y/n's lips and smirking.

Enid enters the room and goes to the bed where the girls are already there.

“Hey don’t start without me.” » Enid said, pouting.

“Come here Cara Mia. » Wednesday said without breaking eye contact with Y/n. Enid immediately walks over to the bed and lies down next to Y/n and Wednesday.

“When I saw Xavier kiss you I wanted to slit his throat with my claws. » Enid says as the anger returns and her claws come out.

“Calm down Cara Mia. Now Y/n is with us and we're going to show her who she belongs to. » Wednesday responds and gently kisses Enid to calm her down while remaining straddling Y/n's thighs.

Enid calms down and smiles wickedly as she pulls away from the kiss. “Yeah we’ll show you who you belong to Y/n L/n.” And you certainly don't belong to this Xavier Thorpe. »

Y/n gulped. She had never seen Enid react like that before. But she was so wet that all she wants is to be fucked.

Wednesday moves off of Y/n's thighs to lay down next to her to leave her in the middle. Enid grabs Y/n’s jaw and turns her to kiss her. Y/n moaned slightly. Compare to Wednesday's, Enid's lips are warm and warm.

Meanwhile, Wednesday places her lips on Y/n's neck and kisses her gently. She runs her hands over Y/n's clothed body. After a few seconds, Wednesday begins to suck on Y/n's neck. The vampire moans and Enid takes the opportunity to enter her tongue into Y/n's mouth.

The goth unbuttons Y/n’s uniform without leaving her neck. Once removed, Wednesday can see Y/n's black bra and it makes her harden at the sight. Y/n has small breasts. Which is perfect for Wednesday.

The girl with black braids takes off Y/n's bra and sees her nipples harden from the cold. She cups one breast and places her lips on the other. She just sucks gently and massages the other one. Y/n continues to moan into Enid's mouth and places her hand on Wednesday's back.

Enid also takes off her uniform and bra. Wednesday does the same thing. Y/n almost drools seeing the two people she loves the most undressing in front of her.

“Do you like what you see? » Enid teases with a smirk.

" Such. » Y/n cups one of Enid's breasts and massages it. Enid moaned slightly.

Wednesday kisses all over Y/n's body as she moves down to find herself between Y/n's legs. She gently removes Y/n's pants and she is now in panties. The goth moans at the wet stain that ends up on the y/h/c girl's panties.

Wednesday sticks her tongue out and licks the fabric. Y/n moans and wraps her legs around Wednesday's head. The girl looks up with a deadly stare.

“You close your legs again, I’ll fuck you until you fall asleep. Understood? » Said Wednesday holding Y/n's legs

“Yes, understood. » Y/n replies, nodding. Seeing Wednesday like this with her is a real spectacle.

Wednesday removes Y/n's panties and without warning, she licks a large stripe from the hole to her clit. She moans at the taste and Y/n moans when Wednesday touches her clit with her warm tongue. Goth continues to make great bands.

Enid takes off her pants and boxers. Y/n moaned seeing how big and thick Enid's cock was.

" Open the mouth. » Enid orders and Y/n does exactly as she is told. She opens her mouth wide and Enid enters his cock in her mouth. Y/n closes her mouth and sucks Enid’s cock. She takes the base of the cock with her hand and continues to suck.

Wednesday stops eating Y/n and takes off her pants and boxers too. She leans over Y/n and positions her cock so it's on Y/n's vagina. She collects the y/h/c girl's juice and slowly enters her. Y/n moaned at Wednesday's size. The goth begins to sink into her slowly so as not to hurt her. And once she’s fully in, she waits for Y/n to adapt to the size. After a few seconds, Y/n moves her hips to tell Wednesday she's ready. Wednesday how to move back and thrust into Y/n.

Y/n moans but continues to suck Enid who manages to move her hips back and forth to help Y/n. She puts her hand in Y/n’s hair to make her move her head.

Wednesday still gets up while fucking Y/n and stands on her hands. With one hand, she cups Enid's jaw and turns her head to kiss her.

Y/n became a complete mess underneath Wednesday.

" I'm near. » Y/n cries with Enid's cock in her mouth and cries at the feeling of getting closer and at the pleasure she is having.

Wednesday pulls away from the kiss and looks at Y/n. “Wait a little longer, Cara Mia. » Wednesday orders and fucks Y/n even faster. She puts one of Y/n’s legs on her shoulder to help her go faster. Y/n moans so loud that some students can definitely hear her.

“You’re ours okay? I never want to see you kiss Xavier or anyone else again because you are ours and no one else's included. » Enid says as she fucks Y/n's mouth faster as she feels herself coming too.

" Yes I understand. I am yours and no one else. » Y/n replies with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Good girls Cara Mia. You can cum now. » Wednesday continues to fuck Y/n at a crazy speed and adds her fingers making quick circles on her clit to help her come.

Y/n moans and cums on Wednesday's cock. Wednesday slows down but continues to fuck her to help her high. Enid cums in Y/n's mouth which makes them both moan. Y/n swallows and Wednesday also cums inside Y/n which makes everyone moan again.

Wednesday slowly pulls out and Y/n moans emptily. The goth lays down next to Y/n and Enid lays down on the other side of the y/h/c girl.

“Do you want to be our girlfriend Y/n?” » Wednesday asks, stroking Y/n's stomach with her nails. “Yes I want to be your girlfriend. » Y/n replies with a tired smile.

The two girls smile with happiness. “Go to sleep my love, we’ll be there when you wake up. » Enid says and gives Y/n a kiss on the lips.

“Sleep well Cara Mia. I hope you have a pleasant nightmare. » Wednesday adds and gives Y/n a kiss too. The vampire laughs softly at Wednesday's sweet words and falls asleep peacefully between her two girlfriends. And without disappointing Wednesday, Y/n had lots of sweet dreams of her two wonderful girlfriends.

She can't believe that all she had to do was make them jealous.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday x enid #emma myers #enid sinclair #g!p #wednesday addams #wednesday x fem!reader #threes0me

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erswrites · 2 years ago

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notice you

summary: you’ve always loved xavier thorpe from a distance and jump in front of an arrow to save him. gender neutral pronouns <3

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of blood and being wounded, some swearing

The wind and heat from the fire swirling around in the air pull you from the siren song's hold on your mind. The noise from the fight unfolding around you must have been louder than the siren’s message.

You blink a few times before realizing you’re in the quad, following a few of the people on your hall away from the courtyard.

You freeze when you see what you can only assume to be Joseph Crackstone resurrected from the dead among the flames with Wednesday. Your friends are calling to you from the door to your left, but you ignore them when you notice Xavier arrive in the doorway just a few strides away.

He releases the arrow from his bow and you follow it with your eyes to see Crackstone stop it before it reaches him and slowly rotate it back around towards Xavier.

There was no time to think. You can remember hearing your friends screams behind you as you took a step towards Xavier. Then another and another until you were running as fast as you could.

With your telekinesis, you push Wednesday out of the arrow’s path to safety. The last thing you remember thinking was if this kills me, at least I’m dying for the boy I love. You planted your feet square in front of Xavier, immediately feeling a sharp pain in your shoulder that knocks the wind from your lungs and warm blood spilling down your body.

Then your mind went black. When you came to, your back was pressed into Xavier’s chest and you were laying between his legs on the concrete. You must have fallen into him. His breathing was frantic against you and you felt his hands come to the arrow in your left shoulder. You winced in pain and heard a thousand panicked “oh my gods” and “sorrys” fall from his lips.

“Break it,” you whispered through gritted teeth, in pain. It was too deep to pull out, plus you were afraid of making the wound worse.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed in your ear before snapping the thin wood to shorten the arrow.

“Wednesday?” you manage to ask him. He knows what you mean. “She’s okay,” he whispers.

Xavier shifts behind you, using his hands on your back to lay you down gently. He leaves a large hand cradling under your head that silently says I’m not leaving as he calls out to your friend while he kneels next to you.

“Wednesday!” he yells.

“Get them out of here!” you hear Wednesday return.

And before you can protest, Xavier is lifting you off the group with one arm under your knees and the other around your back holding you to his chest. You probably could have walked but he didn’t stop to ask.

In the safety of his arms, your adrenaline wears off and your eyes become heavy as your vision blurs. You try mumbling something to him but you can’t get it out because you’re passing out.

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A consistent beep pulls you out of your sleep. You become aware that you’re alive before noticing the sound of a pencil being dragged across paper and a hand grazing over it.

Then you remember and you shift in the sheets of the hospital bed.

When you open your eyes, you see Xavier Thorpe leaned over you with an expression you’ve never seen in his green eyes.

“Welcome back,” he says quietly. You smile the best you can.

“The doctors said you’ll be fine after your stitches heal. They had to remove the arrow in surgery.”

You exhale the breath you’d been holding in. This might be the most words he’s ever said to you directly. And even in your current circumstance where you should obviously be more worried about the gaping wound in your shoulder, you can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at his proximity to you.

“I’m supposed to call the nurse the second you wake up,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Will you wait?” you ask, “just a few minutes?”

“Yeah of course,” he says as he sits back down in the seat he’d pulled up inches from your bed.

You follow him with your eyes and notice dozens of drawings littering the table by your bed. He must have been here for hours. Long enough to steal a little notepad and pencil from the nurse’s station and bring every corner of the hospital room to life. You hope he’ll let you keep the one of the bouquet of flowers.

Your breath hitches when you notice there’s one of you with your face tucked into a book, reading intently. This is probably the only way he’s seen you. You realize you’re wrong when your eyes find another of you sitting with your gaze on to a desk, eyebrows dipped together in concentration. You’re scribbling notes with one hand while your chin is tucked into your other palm. One that looked like you standing in line at the Weathervane and another of you walking with Enid and Yoko. He had been trying to draw every memory he had of you.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you pray he won’t ask the obvious question you’ve been dreading since you took the first step in his direction back in the courtyard.

He whispers your name gently, bringing you back to the room and you know it’s coming.

“Why the hell did you do that?” he asks. Not accusatory or upset, but genuine and dumbfounded.

You close your eyes, too shy to meet his gaze when you answered.

“Come on Xavier, you know why,” you say as you sit up in the bed, wincing a little at the lingering pain.

It’s true, he’s noticed your glances and the way your cheeks flushed at the littlest thing he did or said. He lost track of the times he’d looked in your direction and caught you gazing at him from behind your book. You always complimented his mural in the quad or his drawings in class even though he feels like he’s never reciprocated the attention you give him. He actually can’t even think of a time he’s spoken to you individually and not in a group.

He blinks, a surprised expression painting his features, letting your words settle in his mind, confirming his suspicion. He exhales a long breath.

“Yeah, but jumping in front of me like that…” he trails off, still in shock that you would do something like that for him. “Why didn’t you just move the arrow instead of Wednesday?”

“It’s harder to focus on a moving object. I’m still learning that,” you explain, although that had actually not even occurred to you in the moment. Your brain went straight to protect. He must have been thinking about it a lot.

He nods in understanding. Another silence falls between you, this time a little more uncomfortable. You can feel a weird energy coming from him as it looks like he’s grappling with some thoughts.

“It’s okay Xavier,” you start, reaching a hand out to where his rested on the table by your bed trying to assure him, “you don’t have to feel the same.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks, eyebrows raised in astonishment. “You think I could watch you do something like that and then not immediately regret not noticing you sooner?”

You blush.

“I feel like an idiot,” Xavier says, dropping his head and lowering his gaze to his lap.

“No Xavier please don’t feel bad,” you plead. “I could have tried just talking you like a normal person you know.”

He laughs, bringing his head back up to meet yours.

“That was quite an unconventional way of getting my attention,” he jokes.

“It worked though,” you kid back at him, smiling to yourself.

Another silence lingers between you as you look at each other for what feels like the first time.

“Can I keep that?” you ask him, eyes gesturing to the drawing of the vase of flowers.

“You can have whatever you want,” he says confidently, handing you the scrap of paper. “I’ll get you some real ones one day.”

“I like these,” you smile at him.

“I’m sorry this is our first date,” he blurts out. Your shocked eyes dart to meet his green ones staring at you.

“And what makes you think I would have said yes to a date?” you joke with him, a feeble attempt to deflect. You’re finding it way easier to talk to him than you ever imagined previously.

“Hmm, maybe the jumping between me and an arrow thing,” he quips, bringing his finger to point at your bandaged up shoulder.

You smile and nod, admitting defeat.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you on our second date,” Xavier begins and you believe him. “But since we have a lot of time here before they let you go, I could go get us some coffees and you’ll let me ask you all the typical first date getting-to-know-you questions while we wait?”

“I’d love that,” you say breathlessly.

Xavier nods and gives you his toothy side smile that you’ve always adored.

“Okay, I’ll be right back then,” he says quickly, standing from his chair.

But when you expected him to turn and go, he stops and looks at you for a few moments. You can’t believe it when he leans in to your space and presses his lips gently against your cheek. Your eyes close with his kiss and you inhale a deep breath.

“Thank you,” he whispers into your ear before pulling away.

You can’t find words when he glances at you before leaving, but your adoring eyes are filled with you’re welcome and I would do it again and I love you and Xavier finally sees that.

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thank you for reading 🖤

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe imagine

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years ago

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not sure how much i agree with this, but i love both these characters.

when i come off my hiatus for winter break, i have a lot of eddie fics planned don’t even worry they’re already in progress! but how would anyone feel about a little xavier thorpe thrown in there…👀?

Okay! Hear me out!

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that Percy Hynes White, aka Xavier from Wednesday, would make a really good younger Eddie?

I don’t know, I just feel like it would work. Don’t hate me 😂

I mean…?

#eddie munson #percy hynes white #xavier thorpe #joseph quinn #eddie munson stranger things #eddie deserves better #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #xavier thorpe smut #wednesday

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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I Have to Follow my Heart

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams Witch!reader

Characters: Addams Witch!reader, Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Joseph Crackstone

Briefly mentioned: Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid Sinclar, Bianca Barclay, Eugene Otinger, Tyler Galpin aka the hyde, Marilyn Thornhill (Laurel Gates)

Warnings: Supernatural fight, reader has visions, powers, mentions of Uncle Fester’s electricity powers, sacrificing oneself (more or less), bits and pieces of the last episode, the battle between Joseph Crackston and Wednesday, Xavier gets reader a phone, friends going through a tough time, Xavier and reader going through the motions of Wednesday’s theory

Word Count: 2,032

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At times I wished I had the same emotionless expression as my “cousin.” One might ask why I put air quotes around the word, it’ simple.

Her uncle Fester happened to stumble upon myself and mother’s violin when I was merely three months old during one of his “adventures”.

As I previously said, I wish I could copy her expression, especially now. You slam your journal shut, turning to look at your clock.

You grab your jacket and exit the room, making your way towards Xavier’s art shed. Your mind is blank but thoughts float around your mind, you wonder what it is he wanted to talk to you about.

With Wednesday firmly believing that he is the hyde, it makes you more weary of being alone with him… in the woods but if you can talk to him in his safe space so he doesn’t “totally freak out” as Enid would say, you believe it would do you good.

“Do you believe me?” Xavier spins around to look at you.

You gulp, this is not where you saw this going right after entering the shed. “I don’t- I don’t know,” you say, giving him your honest answer.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s either you believe that I’m not the monster or you agree with your cousin,” he hisses out the word you’ve grown accustomed to calling the pigtailed girl.

You ignore his gaze and opt to look at the floor. “I- I,” the thought you had written down in your journal crosses your mind.

“I don’t think you’d do all these things, but you have to admit the evidence she has does make it highly possible for you to be the hyde.”

He furrows his brows, face slowly becoming more void of emotion. “If you really believe that I’m the monster then why are you here?”

You raise your head. “I- I needed to see it for myself.”

“See what?” He asks with a tired tone.

“I- what’s that?” You point over to the sketchbook with a flower bookmark sticking out of it.

“That- that’s nothing. Why is that important now?” He’d never admit it out loud, but he was always impressed with how your attention could be drawn elsewhere within a second, even if it isn’t the most appropriate time for this to happen.

You ignore him and walk over towards it, opening the page to find a drawing of yourself playing your deceased mothers’ violin. You reach for the flower and find yourself thrown into a vision.

How odd, Wednesday’s the one who usually experiences these, at least from what you can remember. It is also weird how whenever she would have one, you would pass out.

Eugene’s screams flood your mind.

The cave where the monster hides is on fire.

The hyde’s wide and red rimmed eyes.

Red boots… red boots?

You wake up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the moonlit room. “How did I get here?”

The numerous footsteps echoing throughout the hallway draw you out of bed.

You open the door and listen to the scared and panicked shrieks of the other students, rushing over towards the railing you find the red aura of the siren song on the lower floors.

Crackstone.

Your head snaps over towards the side. You furrow your brows at the sight of a pale dressed Wednesday, not your cousin but- “Goody?”

She nods. “You must help her.”

“Help who?”

“The key.”

You remember the pigtailed girl mentioning this to you, you know exactly who she’s referring to. “Where is she?”

“I am going to her now, but you must guide her.”

“Guide her? Guide her how?”

“His black heart will end it… I must go to her now.” She starts to disappear.

“No, Goody. Wait!” You sigh and look down.

Bianca’s head snaps up.

You block her song and search for a window. At times like this, you’re happy you’ve climbed the walls of the school.

You stand on the edge of the roof just before the upper hallway where you can see Bianca and a few others. You don’t feel good, something’s going on with the black-haired girl, the urge to scream is on the tip of your tongue but you fight it as you protect the students.

You place a temporary shield around the area, preventing the fire from reaching any of the students and jump down. “Crackstone!”

He turns to you, the evil look in his eye should send shivers down your spine but you don’t let it, not wanting him to harm anyone.

“Another one. How nice.” The revived Joseph Crackstone taunts you.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

He aims his magical staff at you, luckily you are able to block it. “I am ridding the earth of you abominations!”

“You’re an abomination too!”

“Lies!”

“Your descendant raised you, brought you back from the dead!”

You spin around, avoiding his magic. “You have magic! You are now the very thing you despise yourself! How can you get rid of what keeps your heart beating at this very moment!”

“I am doing what should have been done years ago.”

“You’re going to die, and your magic will not be able to save you.” You raise your hand, trying to telepathically pull the staff away from him.

“Stay away from her.”

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

The arrow flies past your head, in front of the resurrected man, only for him to use his magic and flip it.

You cannot let it hit him or anyone else and put yourself before him to stop it. You spin around, landing on your back unable to catch your breath.

Xavier runs towards you, lifting your upper body off the ground.

“Get the others out of here,” you tell him once you can breathe again.

“What?” He furrows his brows, mouth curling in disbelief.

“You need to get the other students out of here. We cannot lose anyone else.”

“I don’t-”

“I have to help her,” you whisper.

He helps you up, “I don’t like this idea.”

“Good thing,” you snap the arrow and chuck it onto the ground. “You aren’t going to be here to see the rest of it… be careful.”

“You, too.” You push him away when you sense Joseph aiming the damn staff at you.

You stand beside Wednesday. “We have to aim for his-”

“Heart, yes,” she cuts you off. “I didn’t realize you were aware.”

“Let’s say, seeing the dead does have its perks at times. I expect no tears from you at my funeral.”

“Don’t-”

Xavier turns at her shout, his heart drops.

You run at him as Bianca stabs the man in the back. You rub your hands together, thankful for Fester teaching you how to use his trick now more than ever. You hold him in place and call out for her. “Now, Wednesday!”

She lifts the sword and stabs him in his black heart.

You can’t remove your hands from him, not until he fully disappears even then you fall, eyes closing.

The hands on your shoulders and whoever’s attempting to do CPR bring you out of your quick reenergize nap.

You open your eyes and give three a tired smile.

The artist helps you sit up and continues to hold you even as Wednesday wraps her arms around you.

You smile and kiss the top of her head, letting her know it’s over (you hope, unless Nevermore isn’t done with you all).

She forces herself off you, letting Bianca and Xavier help you up.

You nod to the siren. “Let’s go find the others.”

The four of you walk out of the school, searching for the waiting party.

You lean against the boy throughout the entire walk.

He hasn’t said a word to you, and you don’t know what you could say to him other than, “I’m sorry.”

Enid rushes over to hug your cousin, giving you a moment to talk to him.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I believed you were the very thing that would terrorize the school when I shouldn’t have. I should have followed my heart.”

“I think I can forgive you. I mean, you did take an arrow to the shoulder for me.”

“And I would do it again if it meant I had your trust.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt over my trust.”

“I should have listened to you.”

The corner of his lip’s tugs upward, “yeah, maybe. But now that you’ve saved the school, I think I can understand where you were coming from.”

“No, don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t just brush it off, I know what I did wasn’t the nicest or most respectful thing to do when I’ve known you and have been your friend for three years. I know you; I have for years, and I shouldn’t have let someone else’s theories get into my head to ruin that trust.”

He nods, tucking the hair blocking his view behind his ear. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

Your lips twitch, “that’s all I ask.”

Enid rushes over to you, hugging you not nearly as tightly as your cousin but enough to let you know how much she cares about you.

You leave Wednesday to finish her novel while Thing finishes packing for her. You wonder around, waiting until it’s time to leave.

“The feeling of eyes on me brings a chill up my spine and not in the fun way,” you think. “That would be a good thought to right down when I return to my room.”

You turn, facing the stairs to find him watching you which may be creepy to some, but you find it to be rather sweet.

He waves and leans against the railing.

You walk up the stairs, wanting to talk to him before your dragged out of here. “Are your parents coming to pick you up?”

He shrugs, “probably not… I got you something.”

“Really?” You raise a brow.

“It’s not much but it’ll be faster than the letters." He lifts the lid off the box, showing you your new phone.

“Don’t expect a call,” you inform him, not wanting to hurt his feeling. You must really care about him if you’re taking his feelings into consideration.

“I’m not.”

You squint your eyes at him, “seems you know me well.”

“That and,” he tucks his hair behind his ears. “I know you don’t like new things… at least, until you get the hang of them.”

“I guess we’ll have to see about this then.”

“I believe in you.”

“I trust that you’ll have a normal summer?”

“It might be fun if I get a phone call.”

“Don’t push it.”

He smiles, having a feeling that you’ll learn to use the phone faster to call him. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Fine. I’ve decided to let it heal on its own.”

“No magic?”

“I believe it would be wise to save my energy. I have a feeling we’re just getting started with Nevermore and all it has to offer.” You take the phone out of the box and hold it. “How do you use this dark box you call a phone?”

He chuckles, taking it from you, “why are you calling it a dark box exactly?”

“It’s painfully obvious.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. I already programmed my phone number in here. What exactly you were looking for?”

“I want to send you my aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’ address. I will be staying with Wednesday and her family this summer; we believe it would be wise if we stay together.”

“Okay,” he shows you how to use the phone.

“I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to remember all of this.”

“As long as you can turn it on and remember to charge it, you’ll be alright,” he assures you.

“Do you know if you’re ability can work over the phone?”

He shrugs. “I’ve never tried before.”

“Perhaps it could be our summer activity?”

He nods, not at all hiding his smile when you said, “our activity”. It seems as though there’s a chance for him to ask you out in the near future. “Maybe.”

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blakelysco-pilot · 8 months ago

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You Belong To Me

From the Love Letter Series

Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal x Josephine Harris (OFC)

The revelation that Robert Rosenthal does in fact love his best friend, Josephine Harris, comes too little too late as he’s getting ready to ship out to England. With a promise to write exchanged on the train platform, and an even bigger pinky promise that he come home to her, Rosie and Jo forge a romance detailed in their letters. Now that he’s returned home, he intends to make good on his promises.

“I’d better see you at Minton’s…”

He remembered the good natured teasing in his own voice as he began his semi-goodbye to Crosby on the hardstand the day they left Thorpe Abbotts. Croz had chuckled and promised he’d see him there; a sense of familiarity between the two as they felt their lives back home creeping upon them.

Now… well, now he was standing in front of the bar at Minton’s, fingers tapping idly on the short rocks glass in his hand, eyes sweeping over the sea of people. Men in their dress uniforms, pressed sharp; women wearing their favorite red lipstick and best stockings, all crowded together on the dance floor while the band played on.

New York was still swept up in the victory of the war; sweethearts who couldn’t get enough of dancing with their soldier who had just come home. Men looking to meet someone, to quell the ache of the last few years with a female companion.

Bringing the glass to his lips, Rosie let the familiar taste of the scotch soothe him, as he continued his people watching. Thinking back on it, sure, he had told Crosby that in no uncertain terms he’d be at Minton’s upon getting home; but it was a sentence almost identical to the one he had spoken moments before he shipped out, that resonated with him like the aftershocks of ringing a bell.

He couldn’t help but conjure up his own vision of red lips, smooth skin and a bright smile; the piece of home he had taken with him to East Anglia, and carried close to his heart (in the breast pocket of his uniform) on every single mission.

Josephine.

They had been childhood friends who grew up on the same block. Their moms were almost always having coffee together or, if the weather was nice, out on the stoop of their homes while Robert and Josephine played on the sidewalk. As kids, he had called her Jo, and she affectionately called him Robbie; and his Ma, well, his Ma would just shake her head with a fond smile and chuckle, muttering about how one day he would see it.

He’s twenty-eight now and he finally sees it, though, he supposes he saw it long before he shipped out. He had wanted to run down the block, knock on her door until her mother answered with a scowl on her face at all the noise, but something had stopped him. His Ma had said he thinks too much, but the laundry list of what-if’s had violently plagued him before deciding no, on his behalf. How could he drop that revelation on her, and then leave for god knows how long? His Ma had taught him better than that.

What he had asked her instead, was if he could write to her; but when the words tumbled forth past his lips, one or two getting tangled in his wiry mustache, she was already asking him the same thing.

“Would it be alright if I wrote to you?”

The pair both fell silent, before a soft laugh escaped Jo’s lips, and he knew he would be counting the days until he was able to hear it again.

“Should have known you’d beat me to the punch.” He grinned, head shaking in jest.

Jo just smiled and threw her arms around him, holding him close for as many minutes as she could before the conductor at Grand Central Station called for the ‘All Aboard.”

“Robbie…” She had looked up at him, big brown eyes filled with unshed tears for him; for this war, and if he had to guess, herself.

“I’ll meet you at Minton’s as soon as I’m back.” He had assured her, thumb swiping under her cheek to catch the first tear.

“You promise?”

He hated to make promises when the future was so uncertain for them, but, this was Josephine and he would be damned if he didn’t attempt to make her smile one more time before he got on that train.

“I’ll do you one better,” He grinned, holding out his right hand. “I pinky promise you, I’ll be at Minton’s, waiting for you.”

It was as close as he could get to saying ‘I Love You’.

Jo grinned, hooking the pinky of her own hand with his, just as the conductor yelled the last call for passengers.

“I’ll be waiting for your letters…” he had whispered, pulling her close once more. “With bated breath, Jo.”

“Not nearly as much as I’ll be waiting for yours,” She sniffled softly before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come home to me in one piece, Robbie, please.”

That had been then. Before Thorpe Abbotts, Rosie's Riveters, twenty-five successful missions and reupping for a second tour. Before he had bailed out over Russia, before the horrors of Nuremberg and a hell of a journey back to base. He often thought back to that night after he had returned to East Anglia, sitting in the Officers Club with Croz, wondering if they were becoming the monsters they had been sent to fight.

No, they hadn’t become the monsters, but he had felt that the longer he was away from home the more he lost bits and pieces of himself from the ‘before’ and had to learn to live with the Robert Rosenthal of ‘after’. Would she like the ‘after’. The thought entered his mind so quickly, he almost missed it. Hell, he was still processing it all, and as he turned back to face the bar for a refill, his gaze caught on the entrance of the club.

There she was, his Jo, purse clutched in her hands as she looked around the crowded room for a familiar face. Dark brown eyes scanning over the bodies packed in like sardines, brown curls immaculately pinned up, bright red lips pursed in concentration. Abandoning his empty glass, he smoothed a hand over his curls, straightened his jacket, and pushed off the bar. Weaving his way through the throngs of people, he kept his gaze locked on her, as his feet carried him across the floor.

Rosie felt everything around him fade into a dull buzz as soon as her eyes found his. He pushed his way to the edge of the crowd, finally coming to a stop in front of her. Now, face to face, Rosie and Jo could do nothing more than stare at each other. Neither wanted to be the first to speak, to break the bubble around them, but both felt compelled to do something.

“I promised, didn’t I?” Rosie broke the silence with a smile.

He just barely made out his name falling from her lips before she was in his arms. He caught her with ease and held on tight. It was proof that she was real, that he was home, and there was nothing to fear as they stood at the entrance to Minton’s. Nobody spared them a glance as they sidestepped the couple, a sort of mutual understanding as so many others reunited under the same roof.

“Let me look at you,” Jo had pulled away first, but only letting go of him enough to let her hands slide down his arms to take his. “Home in one piece I see.

“As requested,” Rosie grinned, giving her delicate hands a squeeze. “And as promised.”

“You know better than anyone, that to break a pinky promise is as good as treason, Robert Rosenthal.”

“And you should know that I don’t make pinky promises with just anyone, Josephine Harris.”

“Well, now that we’ve settled that…” she trailed off, a teasing grin on her lips as Rosie began to guide her towards where he had spotted an empty table near the back. Close enough to get to the dance floor when they were ready, but far enough back that they could talk and still hear each other over the din of music and other patrons.

“Are dirty martinis still your poison, or did that change while I was gone?”

“Nothing’s changed,” she looked up at him as if to reassure him that it wasn’t just her cocktail order that remained the same, but the sentiments they exchanged in their numerous letters while he had been over in England. “Everything is exactly as you left it.”

In lieu of a response, he pulled out the chair for her, holding it steady as she slid gracefully into the offered seat, before moving to the chair across from hers.

Instead of sitting, Rosie moved the empty chair next to the one Jo was currently occupying, so that he could sit closer to her, as opposed to having the table between them. Once he was happy with the placement, he lowered himself into the vacant space, body turned at an angle so he could face his companion. He just barely caught a waiter moving in their direction, and flagged the gentleman down, promptly ordering Jo her aforementioned martini, and another scotch for himself. Once the waiter was gone, Rosie’s warm, much larger hand, covered Jo’s, his palms still rough from countless hours behind the yolk, causing him to internally wince as he felt her soft skin against his. The thought was quickly snuffed out as her hand turned upward to his, their palms meeting before her fingers intertwined with his on the table top.

“I missed you,” Jo spoke first this time, breaking the silence. “So much, Robbie.”

“I missed you too. Like you wouldn’t believe,” He admitted. “Your letters, they were the only thing I looked forward to. Just don’t tell my Ma that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Major.” She teased.

Rosie made a show of wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, mustache twitching upward as he smiled at Jo, stopping only when the waiter returned with their drinks. He watched as she lifted the martini glass to her lips; delicate fingers holding the top of the glass, nails painted a bright red, her eyes watching him over the rim as she took her first sip. He felt parched, regardless of the drink in front of him, as he watched her move with such precision and grace. Something he had missed sorely over the last few years, and fully intended on appreciating now that he could.

“Did they make it right?” He asked.

“Perfect,” She nodded, placing the glass back on the table. “Just as good as I remember.”

“It can’t have been that long since the last time you were here.” Rosie spoke, lifting his own glass to his lips.

“I haven’t been since… well, since the night before you left.”

“Minton’s is your favorite place! You mean to tell me you haven’t been here since–”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Jo finished for him.

Her confession hung in the air, Rosie both shocked but warmed at the thought that she hadn’t been here without him and that the last time she was here had been with him. That she reserved this place as something that belonged to just them. He felt there was no better time than to drop his own truth bomb; he only hoped it didn’t send her running back out the door.

“Since we’re confessing things,” He started carefully. “I uh.. I want you to know that I carried your picture with me while I was gone.”

“…you did?”

“Every day,” he nodded. “I took you on every mission with me.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect after confessing all of that to her, but the glistening of her own eyes as she looked back at him wasn’t it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I didn’t mean to make you cry, Jo.”

“Shush,” She spoke quickly, one finger over his lips. “You wonderful, handsome man.”

His eyebrow quirked in response. It was all he could do given that her finger was still over his lips, and she had asked him to stop talking. But he wanted to do more than just keep talking. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her silly, and then take her on the dance floor and spin her around until they were both giddy and dizzy and drunk on each other. And then he wanted to kiss her some more. All too gently, he took her hand in his, moved it away from his lips, and carefully tugged her towards him until she was close enough for him to wrap her up in his arms.

“I should have kissed you that day at the train station,” Rosie started. “I was convinced you wouldn’t want me the same way I wanted you, and there were so many what-if’s, and then I was leaving. Truth be told, I should have kissed you long before the train station.”

“I’ve always been yours, Robbie,” She smiled. “We just took the scenic route.”

And then there was silence, save for the gasp that Jo let loose as Rosie’s lips finally descended on hers. Firm, yet gentle, and with the slight tickle of his mustache, he poured every ounce of himself into making sure she knew just how much he loved her without words. Because the words had been written in many letters over the course of years; phrased with care and longing for each other, a desire that grew much like stoking the flames of a campfire until it reached the point of blazing uncontrollably and there was no turning back. For Rosie and Jo, the fire burned and neither cared to put it out, or attempt to quell the flames.

When they finally pulled apart, the need for oxygen too great to withstand, neither could stop their smiles from growing. There it was. Their love for the ages, that they had planted, grown and nurtured during the days of war, was finally seen blooming under the dim lighting of Minton’s Jazz Club.

“I love you, Jo.”

“I love you too,” She grinned. “More than I could have ever said in any letter.”

“Yet somehow, I always knew. I wonder how that happened.” He teased her, leaning forward to press his lips to hers again.

The smart remark she had been ready to dish his way died on her lips as the band began playing a song that had Rosie tapping out a beat, eyes widening with mirth as he grabbed Jo’s hand and stood, pulling her up with him.

“Come on, pretty girl, let's dance!”

He led them through the crowd of people until they reached the dance floor, and then he found them a spot where he could hold her close and spin her in his arms until his heart's content. The band played on, an Artie Shaw tune that had Rosie laughing to himself as he thought back to the sound of his crew imitating him as they sat around the poker table at the Flak House, way back when. It was a story he had only briefly shared in a letter that he had written from Coombe House during a night he couldn’t find sleep. But now, the sounds of Artie Shaw brought him a smile, as the woman in his arms smiled back at him.

The band moved into a slower song, and Rosie pulled Jo closer, pressing their bodies together as they moved together, cheek to cheek.

“You really took my picture with you on every flight?” She spoke quietly, her voice for his ears only.

“I did,” Rosie nodded. “I kept it in my jacket, close to me. Except for that one time.”

“You know… when your mother got that telegram from the War Department that you had gone down, she ran down the block to our house so I could read it.”

“Oh honey…”

“I refused to believe you had left me without a proper chance at us. Selfish as it may seem, I couldn’t picture my life without you.”

“You won’t have to; not now, or ever. I promise, I’m not going anywhere ever again where you can’t go too.”

“Pinky promise?”

“More than that,” He grinned, before pressing his lips to her own. When they pulled apart they couldn’t help the smiles that took hold. “We can seal this one with a kiss.”

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what about xavier thorpe x reader adult au. When they have kids and the kids go to nevermore for the first time. I'm just dying for family fluff

A/n: In the instance that I forget to mention any, if not all, of them. Yours and Xavier’s Children’s names: Skylar, Samuel and Katherine Thorpe.

“Dad, is Nevermore scary?” Skylar, your youngest, asked as Xavier drove through Nevermore’s iron gates. God did it felt almost a lifetime ago that your parents were driving you through those gates as a teenager, scared out of your wits at your newfound abilities that weren’t there before; Needless to say you understood where Skylar was coming from because you were Skylar once. “What? No! Nevermore’s not scary Sky. It may look it on the outside but I promise you the moment you step through those doors your perspective on the school will change,” Xavier then snapped his fingers, “just like that,” he then quickly cast his gaze towards you before looking back at the road, “I’m sure your mother will attest to that statement.”

“You guys went to the same school!” Katherine, second eldest, gasped as she looked up from her phone for the first time throughout the entire ride to look between you and Xavier within the rear view mirror. “Yes, Nevermore is where I first met your dad. However he was dating your auntie, Bianca Barclay at the time.” You had told her and Samuel this story before but advanced technology seemed to have fried their brain and rot away the memory for them; Again you couldn’t hold this against them as everyone back when you and Xavier were students were just as chronically online as children of today were.

“And Skylar,” you called softly to your youngest, sliding your hand through the gap between your seats to grasp his, squeezing it reassuringly, “your father is right. Nevermore may look scary at first but once you find your rhythm you’ll soon realise that it’s just like any other school.” You intentionally skipped a few things during your stint as a student that you were certain Xavier was more then happy that you did. What happened during your stint as students between Thornhill, Tyler being the man behind the monster killing people, Principle Weems’ death, Joseph Crackstone’s resurrection and Wednesday’s weirdo stalker during second semester; none of which were exactly something either of you wanted any of your children finding out about. Ever.

Once you and Xavier had graduated from Nevermore and the day you became pregnant with your firstborn son, Samuel James Thorpe, you both swore to never speak about the horrors lurking within Nevermore’s corridors unless approached first. All of your children bore striking resemblances of both of you, in equal parts personality traits as opposed to physical ones so you wouldn’t be all that taken aback if any of them quickly caught onto Nevermore and -by extension- Jericho’s true nature. “Are Primrose and Dalia going to be there?” Skylar asked which peaked both Samuel and Katherine’s interest. Primrose and Dalia Addams were the children of Enid and Wednesday Addams, adopted but they were very much alike their mothers in every way possible.

Primrose, a girl with shoulder blonde hair and bright, optimistic eyes and an all encompassing love of everything bubblegum pop and boy groups, was the spitting image of Enid in her youth while as Dalia, a girl with the deception of a black cloud with her dark raven hair that fell way below her shoulders and beady brown eyes that many have claimed to see the devil within alongside with her penchant for guillotines and torture weapons, was the spitting image of Wednesday in hers. You, Xavier, Enid and a begrudging Wednesday would always set up play dates for your children whenever you could possible; All in the hopes of building a tight knitted friendship between all of them in the instances that they had each other the rely on should Nevermore proved in becoming too much for any of them.

Thankfully with enough time, Skylar, Katherine, Samuel, Dalia and Primrose became as thick as thieves by the age of eleven. You and Xavier loved Primrose and Dalia as though they were your own and found your children’s constant need to see them heartwarming. “Of course they are champ,” Xavier assured, looking at his little buddy through the rear view mirror, “and they’re pretty excited in hearing that you three were also attending Nevermore that they demanded to come to Nevermore also.” The excitement upon Skylar, Katherine’s and Samuel’s faces never failed to melt either you nor Xavier’s heart as you both shared a smile as you heard the children chattering to each other. You moved back into a more comfortable position within the passengers seat when Xavier’s hand moved to take ahold of your thigh.

“You alright there sweetheart?” He asked lowly and when you looked at him confused Xavier continued, “your brows furrowed and your bitting down on the skin of your bottom lip, you only do that when your nervous.” He squeezes your thigh, “you can tell me anything you know. We’re a team remember and a team doesn’t leave it’s never a member in the dark.” Of course you remember, you made that vow on your wedding day after all. “I’m just scared for our children but it’s probably just me trying to find an excuse to frighten myself.” You told him, making sure your voice didn’t cross a certain barrier whilst your children were still preoccupied by being children; You didn’t want Nevermore to take that away from them should something sinister occur once more.

“Hey, there’s no need for you to be putting yourself into question.” Xavier scolded, he hated whenever you doubted yourself or put yourself down for what you were feeling, as though you perceived yourself as a lesser being who shouldn’t be aloud to openly express the vast array of emotions within. “your valid in feeling that way, hell I’m frightened myself because what we’ve been through during our school career hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park for our mental health.” You placed your hand atop of Xavier’s and squeezed it as you smiled at him softly. “I love you, did you know that?” Xavier looks away, a little flustered before bringing your hand up to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to your skin. “You remind me from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.”

He admitted, smiling softly to himself as he recounted how often he’d find himself awaking to you staring at him as though he was a mosaic masterpiece. Prepping his jawline and neck in kisses whenever he got insecure or how you’d leave little reminders of why you loved and adored him on post it notes; even going as far as to include a crude stick figure drawing of the whole family in some cases that never failed to make him smile so wide his dimples popped out. Xavier kept those reminders in a shoebox he tucked underneath the clothes of his side of the wardrobe so that whenever he felt shitty, he could always revert to them in lifting his spirits because at the end of the day he couldn’t be more grateful in having you as his life partner. You saved him on multiple occasions and now he was given them golden opportunity to save you and he wasn’t about to leave you to drown in your thoughts.

Just as you were about to reply, Skylar pushed his head between the front seats and pointed up ahead, a smile stretched so wide across his face that his dimples popped out, “WE’RE HERE!” He cried as he, Katherine and Samuel scrambled to unbuckle themselves from their seats as you looked to find that you had pulling up into the driveway of Nevermore Academy. “Alright, alright you little monsters don’t look too excited, will you.” Xavier said sarcastically as they got out the car and made their way to the boot, impatiently calling out to both of you.

Xavier groaned playfully as he fully committed to the bit of a begrudging father by slowly removing his seatbelt; smirking at Skylar, Samuel and Katherine’s groans of annoyance as you smacked his shoulder, biting back your own laughter. “Pack it in before they decided to use your art studio as their play area as revenge.” You snickered when his eyes became wide with fear at the prospect of his beloved art studio being turned into a war zone by three gremlins that he calls his beloved children. “I’m coming kids!” Xavier calls as he opened his door and bolted to opening the boot for Samuel, Katherine and Skylar.

“How chivalrous.” You mused as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car to join by Xavier’s side to press a kiss against each of their foreheads. “Now be on your best behaviours, don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do and most importantly,” you paused for suspense as your children waited on baited breath for your final request as a smile broke out on your lips, “don’t leave them hanging, the suspense is killing them!” Xavier nudged you by the shoulder.

“Are you sure it’s them that the suspense is killing?”

“Y/n!”

“Alright!” You chuckled before looking at your children, “most importantly we want you to enjoy yourselves. Now, one big hug for the road?” You asked as you and Xavier both opened up your arms for Samuel, Skylar and Katherine to run into them as you all squeezed your goodbyes into each other, sharing a few more forehead kisses before having to force yourselves into letting each other go as you and Xavier watched as your children scamper up the staircase to the entrance hall with their bags, though not before turning one final time to wave you both goodbye.

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