#lightblade

[halcyon79]

Bungie should have released this as a statue.

[fountainstrangerart]

The results of my Sunday sticker day, I don’t remember crayloa amrlers drying to dark but that’s what you get with crayola markers.

And I’m still not sure if the wax paper I’m using it’s good for the wax paper, and packing tape method, but it was fun. :3

Next time I make more I’ll probably try a different coloring method of markers aren’t doing it for me.

Maybe with more artsy high quality markers.

I also tried to make some on sticker paper, but the ink just does not dry at all, and trying to seal it in did not work.

[aboutbeverages]

Where’s this wizard going?  Lightblade Wizard just sinks out of existence. 

[twothirdsgenius]

baby’s first conqueror gild

[ahungeringknife]

365: June 12-13

@seventhscorpio Will Dornuk ever get his himbo boyfriend? Read and find out!

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Gup followed Alak Hul away from the temple deeper into the city throne world. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone like Alak Hul had since taught him so they didn’t feel invited to come speak with them. Gup appreciated why Alak Hul’s helmet had no visible eye holes. He could not be engaged in conversation if he never looked at anyone. Maybe he’d talk to Ghostie about fabricating a helmet that worked around his horns that did the same.

The Proving Grounds was a large open air gymnasium style of structure with white paving stones along the ground and surrounded by a building held up by beautiful white pillars. The floor was cleaned daily but that couldn’t cover the blood and gore of the Proving Grounds or let you ignore the pile of corpses to one side. Unlike the Training Grounds the Proving Grounds were where you could die. You proved you were worth your sword. Worth the time of your training. Not every fight ended in death or even maiming but many did.

Gup just stood beside Alak Hul, scanning the area. He really hoped Dornuk wasn’t here in case he embarrassed himself, or worse, got himself killed. He winced seeing the acolyte across the way, watching another pair of acolytes engage in their own fighting. As usual he was writing something down.

After a few minutes a match was arranged for Gup by Alak Hul and another higher ranked knight’s squire. Just looking at them Gup knew they were older than Gup and probably had way more experience. He didn’t let his unease show.

They weren’t the only fight going on in the Proving Grounds and Gup was glad not to be the center of complete attention for once. He really regretted his morph sometimes. The fight taking the most attention was a pair of knights a ways off who were engaged in a fist fight and not a sword fight. Their bellows drew everyone’s attention.

Gup put them out of his mind facing the other squire. They pulled out a cleaver of a sword. “What’s he expect to do with that thing?” the other big knight asked Alak Hul when Gup took out his own. His uncle Leon had given him this sword. Typically Titans used it so it was a great sword but unlike the cleaver the other knight held it was shiny and clean, the blade coming to a sharp point and a shining edge.

“He took it from a Guardian. Do not doubt,” Alak Hul grunted. Gup supposed that wasn’t untrue. It was from a Guardian. Just not a dead one.

Gup bowed just enough to be respectful to his combatant who did the same, not really lowering his head to expose the back of his neck but a dip of the shoulders. Gup was confused when he lumbered forward and took a swing at him so slowly it felt like he was moving in slow motion. Gup easily side stepped and swung in an arc that was aimed at their knee.

After a few moments of back and forth Gup realized this squire wasn’t a very good fighter. Either because Gup’s training was better or he was just bad. It wasn’t like he’d started sword training as a knight. His mom had had him learning to shoot a gun and use a sword a few years ago and Guardians had an insane rate of learning. He’d learned Hive forms with Alak Hul but they were all power moves. Where was the finesse?

Their swords crossed and Gup looked into the squire’s eyes. He didn’t know why Gup was able to stand up so well against him. Gup made a fist with his free hand and smashed it into the squire’s face sending him stumbling back. Gup moved forward with some quick foot work and slashed him across the front and then the arm. The sword ripped through the chitin but only just barely made him start to bleed.

The squire roared at him and struck at Gup again but it was so slow and telegraphed. How the fuck had this species conquered millions of worlds when their fighting style was so open? His uncle would have giving him a smack on the arm if he left his chest that open.

He plunged the tip of the sword into that opening and pushed hard, unfooting them and slamming the squire down into the stone on his back. Gup looked down at him so confused. It shouldn’t have been that easy surely? But when he looked over at Alak Hul and the other knight he was right. The other knight was furious and Alak Hul looked unimaginably smug even in his helmet. The knight had underestimated Gup’s ability. Shit Gup had underestimated his ability!

“Go on then,” Alak Hul said with mirth.

And do what? Gup looked at the squire and they both knew. Kill him. Except Gup couldn’t. He’d never killed anyone and his mom would flip out if she came back to get him and found out he’d made his first real kill when she wasn’t around. He also didn’t want to. He wasn’t a real Hive. He didn’t want to kill others. Not really. He just wanted to hang out with Alak Hul and his friends around the Temple of the Navigator.

“Xolkûn, do it,” Alak Hul said again, now annoyed.

Gup pulled his sword out of the squire’s chest. “No.”

“Xolkûn,” Alak Hul growled.

“Let him live with the shame of losing to someone like me. A fate worse than death,” Gup said. He looked at the squire. “You lost to someone who’s only had this morph three months. Your knight must not be a very good teacher and you an even worse squire.” Alak Hul laughed at that. Good. A victory that didn’t involve killing! Perfect.

The knight was furious and wouldn’t even look at his squire as he stood to go stand by his side, hand to his chest where Gup had stabbed him.

Alak Hul made him fight a few other knights at the Proving Grounds. Some proved a bit more difficult but they all just… broadcast their movements. Wide swings, leaving their centers open, didn’t stand to the side to attack. Gup knew why Hive were dangerous to Guardians but fighting them like this it had to be a numbers game. There were more knights that could hack away at you than a Guardian could fight on their own. But one on one? It was almost embarrassing how much better trained Gup was from Guardians than by the Hive.

Gup used his own chitin to wipe fresh blood off his sword. “Are we done yet?” he asked Alak Hul after almost a dozen fights. He had acquired a few superficial scars to his chitin but it hadn’t even made him bleed. His mom was going to fret over them so bad when he got home though. “I’ve yet to have a real challenge. This is boring,” he played up acting unaffected and full of himself. Really he just didn’t want this to escalate into some older knights who could and would kill him. Or he be put into a position where he be actually forced to kill.

Alak Hul laughed. “Yes, Xolkûn, I believe you have proven yourself and sated your blade.”

Oh thank the Light. Gup gladly sheathed his sword.

Now that the fighting was over Gup hoped they’d go back to the Temple. That seemed to be the plan before several knights and acolytes came up to talk with him. Oh this shit again. He knew enough about Hive double speak to realize within a brief exchange they were flirting with him. In the weird way the Hive did. He wished he was small enough still to climb onto Alak Hul’s shoulders and just say, ‘lets get out of here’. But he hadn’t been that small in a long while.

Eventually he escaped all the conversations that all went more or less the same and he wasn’t sure if they wanted to fuck him or cut his chest open and bathe their hands in his organs. He really just wanted to go hang out with Dornuk, if he was still around. He left the conversations and looked around for his friend.

He found him sitting on a bench inside the covered walkway, furiously typing at his tablet. And furious as in he was mad. Oh what was he mad about now?

“Hey,” he said, coming to Dornuk.

“Finally extracted yourself from your adoring fans?” Dornuk said, grumpy.

“Trust me I would love if they never talked to me again,” Gup said, positioning himself so he was sort of hidden behind one of the support pillars. “You see any of my fights?”

“Yes.”

“What’d you think?”

“I think you made a fool of many knights and they will remember the shame you visited upon them.”

“I just didn’t want to kill them.”

“I figured.”

“You think Alak Hul would be mad if I told him?”

“Yes.”

“You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dornuk asked sharply.

“You just seem… upset.”

“I’m not,” Dornuk looked away stubbornly.

“Okay. We’re done here. Did you want to come back to the Temple with us?”

“I’m busy,” Dornuk said sharply.

Gup deflated. “Okay. You don’t have to be so mean about it,” he whined.

“… Perhaps when I finish I will meet you there,” Dornuk allowed.

“Great!”

“Xolkûn!” Alak Hul called him, making him start.

“Now what?” he groaned looking out from behind the pillar. Alak Hul wasn’t looking for him but was looking at him. Spotted instantly. Dang. “Come by. My mom’s favorite band released a new album. We can listen to it,” he said nicely to Dornuk, hopefully to make him less irritated. He was always so grumpy and Gup just wanted to hang out with his friend but he didn’t like to when Dornuk was in a bad mood. And he was seemingly always in a bad mood recently. At least if they left the Temple or the Keep.

“Sure. If I have time,” Dornuk allowed, sounding less wound up even now.

“Great,” and he ducked out from the pillar and went to Alak Hul.

Thankfully it was just Alak Hul telling him they were leaving. Thank the Light! Gup just wanted to go back to the Temple and hide in Sivra’s rose bushes until his mom or Dornuk showed up.

[taraandtarot]

Ahahaha, wow! Is it warm, like, everywhere??

Is it hot? I mean, he's hot, I MEAN!!

I am totally fine, why are you asking???

@jeremiahofphilo @xavier-starlight

[xayspancakeee]

you got that right.

my husband is a ferocious, hot and dependable deepspace hunter.

roar~

oh boy when my fictional man hears about what you did you are all done for

[skilledmeowjesty]

I think my spouse will do great cosplaying Xavier just because of how they handle a staff

[almostlookedhuman]

[dearieshima]

determined

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷feat. xavier is determined to get your virginity before leaving philos.

His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, holding you open for his relentless assault. "Look at how deep I am," he panted, watching as he pistoned in and out of your tightness. "Look how well we fit together."

c.w spoilers to xavier's myth, dubcon, groping, scummy!xavier, coercion/manipulation, cherry popping, handjob, fingering, licking fingers after jizzing on them, jealousy, 4k+ words, halfway proofread

On the night of Xavier’s Gladius ceremony, he returned to the palace with a newly discovered understanding. Amidst the celebration, he pulled his father, the king, aside for a private conversation. He presented an irregular protocore to his father, its life force still pulsating in his hand.

“Shouldn't the protocore warrant a formal inspection?” Xavier asked, voice laced with suspicion.

“The lightblade deemed you worthy,” his father replied dismissively, his fingers absently tracing the protocore.

Xavier pressed, “Is there no need for formalities? Or are you unwilling? A heart was once in this protocore–am I mistaken?”

A flicker of tension tightened the king's jaw as he pocketed the protocore. “...I knew you'd catch on.”

The king immediately caught Xavier off, witnessing the disgust in his son’s eyes. “However, it is a necessary duty of the crown prince. It is also the king's responsibility.”

Xavier's mouth widened, and for a minute he stood there in silence. He then turned sharply, storming out without looking back, ignoring his father’s calls. His decision was already made.

He strode into the crowded hall, hoping to shake off his father’s gaze when he spotted you. His eyes darkened.

You were laughing at a joke some man had made, holding a flute of champagne. The dress you wore barely skimmed your knees, and Xavier noticed the man's eyes were fixed and imaginative, longing to see it up to your stomach.

You were a lamb among a den of wolves. If he left too soon, the pack would descend upon your fresh meat. He couldn't leave Philos without sinking his teeth into you first, marking you as his territory to warn others until his return.

He maneuvered toward you, brushing off congratulatory pats and embraces along the way. At one point, Jeremiah slung an arm around his shoulders, only to be harshly shrugged off, as Xavier’s focus remained locked on you. Jeremiah noticed his gaze and, not wanting to interfere, took a long sip of champagne and slipped away.

When Xavier finally reached you, he wrapped a hand firmly around your arm, his eyes flashing a silent warning to the other man.

“Come with me.”

"Hm? Why?”

Xavier's jaw clenched, his frustration mounting. Did you not notice how the other man had been ogling you?

“I have something I need to show you. It's urgent.”

Without waiting for a response, he guided you out of the ballroom, his hand gripping your arm firmly. He guided you out of the ballroom and steered you through the corridor of the palace, his steps determined and purposeful. His hand remained on your arm, his grip firm and possessive. When you reached his room, he ushered you inside.

You perched on his bed, still holding your champagne, swinging your legs. “So?” you asked, a playful smile on your lips as you twirled the drink in your hands. “What’s so urgent?”

Xavier shut the door with a soft click, then slowly turned to face you, a strange expression on his face. He reached over, took the flute from your hand, and placed it on his dresser. “Don’t drink that.”

You frowned, almost pouting. “Hey!”

He ignored your protest, “he could’ve slipped something into it.”

He strode to the window, pausing. “Besides, I want you clear-headed for what I’m about to show you, that's so urgent.” He pulled open the curtains, revealing a brilliant, star-studded sky. The sight drew you to your feet, and you stepped over, awestruck.

Xavier stood close behind you to make space. His chest brushed against your back as he rested his chin on your head, his warm breath fanning over your hair.

“There’s one more thing I want to show you,” he whispered, voice low in your ear. He pointed upward, guiding your gaze. “See? Just above the dipper—that’s the star of our planet.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you spotted the tiny glimmer in the sky, remembering your talks about eloping there. You’d joked about it, but seeing it now made your heart ache with a longing. “It’s beautiful…”

Xavier chuckled, the low sound making your skin tingle. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your body was pressed flush against his.

Your breath caught, your heart thudding wildly. “X-Xavier…”

He held you tighter, his hand splaying across your waist. "You should be more careful," he murmured. "Don't you realize how many men in there were looking at you the same way I was?”

“The way you…?”

“—Like a piece of meat.” He was unaware he was contradicting himself. “You're too naive and innocent, and they were preying on it. If I hadn't taken you away..."

He leaned down, his lips just inches away from yours. He hesitated, as though he might ask permission, a question lingering in his darkening gaze. It died as he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a gentle yet assertive kiss. He drew you closer, his tongue exploring with confident ease.

He was desperate; you could feel it in the way his body pressed against yours, in the way he kissed you as if he was starved for you.

You melted into the kiss, your hands lifting to cradle his face.

Encouraged by your response, he gently lowered you back onto the bed, his forehead resting against yours as he followed you down. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the deep, unspoken yearning in his touch.

“Xavier—” Your protest was cut off as he deepened the kiss, his lips capturing your voice, drowning any resistance as he poured himself into the moment.

You was a bit tipsy, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, making you pliant beneath his touch. Xavier's lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, leaving a blazing path of desire on your flushed skin. He pushed you down, straddling your hips as he drank in the sight of you splayed out before him.

“X-Xavier…?”

Your clothes were rumpled, your hair tousled, your cheeks stained with a becoming flush. Xavier swallowed hard, his pulse racing as he finally had you right where he wanted you. This was what he'd been fantasizing about, dreaming of, for so long. And now, with you soft and willing beneath him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

His hands roamed your curves, slipping beneath your clothing to caress the silky skin beneath. He needed to feel you, all of you, with no barriers between you both. His fingers found the zipper of your dress and tugged it down but you pushed his chest, knocking him out of his delusion.

He blinked, as if surprised you would do that.

"What's the matter?" He murmured, his voice gruff. His fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, pushing it up, revealing more of your skin.

"X-Xavier..." You repeated, flushed. You scooted further into the bed, away from him until your back pressed against the headboard.

He followed, his hand slowly trailing back up your thigh, sending shivers through your body. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice coaxing. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret." His fingers reached the hem of your dress, slowly inching it up.

“N-No…” you stammered, reaching down to hold your skirt in place. “I… I don’t…”

Xavier’s face fell, his fingers curling into the fabric, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “You don’t want this?” he asked, voice low. “I though…–You were kissing me.”

“You kissed me back, you let me…” he continued, his voice trailing off as he looked away, shoulders slumping. “Why did you let me, just to pull away?”

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt. “I… I didn’t mean to lead you on. I thought… it was just a kiss. Then it got too fast…”

"Too fast? Why was it too fast?" He glanced up, his brows knitted in frustration. "We've known each other for a while. We're alone. Why are you acting so shy all of a sudden?”

"I, I don't know..." I whimpered. "I don't... I don't know... Xavier, I…”

"You don't know, you don't know," he repeated. "You've been teasing me all this time, sending me mixed signals. And now, when I'm finally giving you what you want, you're pushing me away?”

You opened your mouth but closed it again, struggling to find the right words. “Xavier, it’s not… I just… You’re a prince…”

His lips pressed together, eyes dimming, reminded of the title he hated. "I'm a prince, so what?" His voice was soft, almost resigned. "Do you think that means I can't have you? That I don't have any feelings? That I can't desire you like any man would?”

“It’s not that… you're just…” you stammered, cheeks heating. “You’re meant for someone else, Xavier…”

"Someone else? Who are you to decide that? I don't want someone else, I want you. I've always wanted you." His expression softened, though his frustration was clear. He traced circles with his thumb on your foot. "Don't you want me?”

You bit your lip, finally looking up at him. “I… I like you, Xavier. More than… than I probably should.”

“Then why push me away?” he asked, voice thick with disappointment. “If you like me… then let me have you.”

“I… I don’t know, Xavier…”

He sighed. "You don't know again. Why don't you know?”

"Because I'm scared, Xav…”

"You're scared?" he echoed, his eyes softening. "Scared of what? Me?” Perhaps you've heard the rumors of him frightening away any students who showed interest in you; his father who showed an interest in your heart.

"N-No, that's not true," you pouted, fumbling nervously with your fingers. "I... I've never done it... This before... I…”

"So... you're scared because it's your first time?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat. “Yes…”

He remained silent for a moment, his fingers lightly caressing your hand. "I didn't know," he whispered, though it was a lie. In truth, he was well aware. It was he who had kept you pure, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to claim your innocence for himself. He would never allow another man to take what rightfully belonged to him.

“But Xavier… I’m not sure I’m ready…”

His body tensed again at your refusal. He wanted you, and he was determined to ease your hesitation.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice warm and reassuring. "You like me, I like you. You don’t want anyone else, and neither do I. Wouldn't it feel right to do it with someone who’s been by your side your whole life, someone you love and could trust, instead of a stranger?"

He held your gaze, "those other men... they wouldn't take care of you like I would. They wouldn't be gentle–they wouldn't take their time with you. They'd just use you, Y/N.”

In your silence, Xavier took it as a small victory. Seeing you listening to him, processing his words, gave him hope that he was getting through to you, that you were listening to his reasoning. He pushed forward, continuing in a low, husky tone.

"They wouldn't treasure you like I would. They wouldn't make love to you the way I would. They wouldn't want to... to protect you, and cherish you, like I do.”

He could see the hesitation in your eyes, feel nervousness in your body as his fingers continued their path up your thigh, caressing your skin softly. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his voice a low plea.

"Please... let me show you what it could be like... with me.”

Xavier's lips slowly melded into yours, breaking the final barrier of your resolve. His tongue brushed softly against your lips, testing, seeking entry as he drew you deeper into the kiss, making it clear he wanted all of you. When your mouth opened, he slipped in without hesitation, claiming the moment entirely. He explored each part of your mouth, tasting and savoring, leaving no doubt of his intent. His body pressed against yours, his weight grounding you, pinning you with a warmth that left you breathless.

His hands roamed your body, caressing your skin. He gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him, as if trying to merge your bodies into one.

He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, the way your hands clung to his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself. He reveled in your response, the way you whimpered and mewled in his mouth, the way your body reacted to his every touch.

The heat of his mouth seared your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck, each one more intense than the last. Your head lolled back, giving him better access as he nipped and sucked, marking you as his. The sting of his teeth on your sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

His hands roamed your body with a desperate urgency, as if he couldn't get enough of you. They slid under your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach before cupping your breasts. You gasped as he rolled your nipples between his fingers.

"G-Gentle…" you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry," he murmured, his voice rough. "I'll make it up to you."

His hands roamed your curves, one cupping your breast through the silky material. With a swift tug, he pulled the dress and your bra down, freeing your breasts from their confines. They spilled out, immediately pebbling without the warmth of your bra.

His eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of you. He wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you flush against him as he dipped his head to capture a nipple between his lips. He suckled greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

His other hand came up to massage your neglected breast, kneading the soft flesh. He switched between your peaks, lavishing each one with attention until you were writhing against him, desperate for more.

Xavier released your breast with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. He trailed kisses up your chest, between your breasts, along your collarbone, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking against yours as he deepened the kiss.

One hand tangled in your hair, angling your head to give him better access. The other slid down your side, over the curve of your hip, before dipping between your thighs. He cupped your mound, his fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed sex, inciting a hiss from you.

"You're so wet already," he smiled, his voice a low murmur.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips to assist him, the cool air infiltrating from the open window hitting your heated skin. “X-Xavier…”

He smiled as he saw how wet you were. He spread your legs apart and ran his hand along your inner thigh, spreading them wider. "So pretty," he whispered, his eyes locked on your glistening pussy. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making you jump.

“Relax," he whispered, his voice gentle. His touch became firmer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your hot, swollen nub. He watched your face intently, memorizing every gasp, every flush of your cheeks, every dilation of your pupils. "Have you touched yourself before?"

You nodded.

"Show me," he demanded, his voice low. He wanted to see what you liked, what you didn't. He wanted to know everything. He brought his other hand up to play with your breasts, pinching and rolling your peaks as he continued to toy with your core.

You peered up at him incredulously. "Xavier…–!"

"Please," he whispered. "I want to know. I want to know what you like, what feels good. Show me, please." His touch was hentley, coaxing.

Slowly, tentatively, your hand drifted downward, brushing over the soft curls at the apex of your thighs. Xavier's breath hitched as you parted your folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. "That's it," he encouraged, his gaze locked on your movements.

Your thighs clamped shut around your plunging fingers, but Xavier forcefully pried them apart. "Keep them spread," he instructed.

You let out a desperate whine, groping your breast as you frantically pumped your fingers in and out of your dripping slit.

"Shh," he soothed, his eyes never leaving your hand. "Add another finger. Stretch yourself for me."

"I-I can't..." you protested weakly.

He nodded his head as he slowly pushed one of his alongside yours, stretching you deliciously wide. "Yes you can," he breathed. His digit trailed down to join yours, stroking that spongy sweet spot deep inside. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around the stretch.

"Right there?" he asked, his voice low. He crooked his fingers inside of you, pressing against that spot over and over again. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your mouth falling open as you gasped. "Come for me.”

Your back arched off the bed as ecstasy crashed over you in waves, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as you reached your peak.

His dark eyes were transfixed, watching with rapt attention as his hand worked you through your release, prolonging your pleasure until you collapsed back against the sheets, spent and trembling. Slowly, he withdrew your slick finger from your dripping core and brought them to his lips. His tongue darted out, curling around your fingers as it lapped your essence, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

He leaned down and kissed you hard, his tongue sliding into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him. His hands flung to his pants and began to unfasten his belt with eagerness.

As his pants fell away, your eyes widened at the sight of his impressive manhood standing at full attention. The swollen head glistened with pearlescent drops of precum, the color a striking contrast to the milky smoothness of his skin. Prominent veins ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. He was magnificent, a work of art sculpted by stars itself.

"Sit up.”

You complied, your movements languid as you propped yourself up on your knees. Your breasts swayed enticingly with the motion, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. His eyes roamed over your body hungrily, drinking in every curve and valley.

He took your hand and guided it to his throbbing member, wrapping your fingers around his impressive girth. "Touch me," he breathed, "like this.” He showed you, moving your hand up and down his length.

As your fingers closed around him, he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Just like that," he encouraged.

You swallowed hard, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. "Is this okay?" You asked softly, his length growing even harder in your grip.

"Squeeze a little tighter," he instructed, his voice strained with pleasure.

Focusing intently, you squeezed just as he asked, marveling at the way his shaft pulsed in your palm. Your eyes were glued to where your hand met his flesh, watching in fascination as you pumped him, his swollen head disappearing and reappearing with each stroke.

He hissed through his teeth, his head falling back. "Just like that," he praised. His hips jerked forward, his body tensing. "Harder," he groaned. He brought your other hand up to play with his balls, showing you how to gently roll and squeeze them.

He gripped your wrist, his breathing growing ragged. "Keep...keep doing that," he hissed. He thrust into your hands, his movements growing jerky. "I'm… I'm going to..." He broke off, his whole body convulsing as he came in your hands.

He threw his head back, tendons straining in his neck as he gulped. Releasing your hand, he gripped his own thighs, fingers digging into the firm flesh.

You gazed at your palm, glistening with his copious release. Mimicking his earlier actions, you brought your hand to your lips, tongue swirling around your fingers to lap up every drop of his thick, salty essence.

His eyes were riveted on your display. With a sigh, he asked you to lay back once more. Seizing your hips, he yanked you towards him, his face flushed and debauched, mouth agape. He reached out and gently spread your thighs, stepping between them, the swollen head of his cock nudged against your slick entrance.

“Condoms…!” You cried out, “Xavier, what about–”

"Shh, don't worry about that now," he said. "I'll pull out, I promise.”

His hungry gaze raked over your quivering form, committing every dip and swell to memory. "Don't look so nervous," he crooned. “I'm right here.”

"Be gentle..." You breathed. “Please.”

He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. You were adorable. "I'll be gentle.”

His fingers delved between your thighs, parting your slick folds to reveal your glistening entrance. He groaned at the sight. "So pretty.”

He then rubbed his thick head against your wetness, coating himself with your fluids. He pressed against your hole, his hips slowly pushing forward. He watched your face, his own contorted in concentration. "Breathe in," he instructed softly.

And before you actually could, he thrusted in.

“A-Ah!”

Tears streamed down your face as he gradually pushed deeper into your tight heat. He paused, allowing you a moment to acclimate to his impressive girth stretching you open. His fingers tenderly caressed your cheek, wiping away the salty drops. "You're doing so well," he praised softly. "Just a little more." With one powerful thrust, he hilted himself fully inside you, breaking through your barrier.

A sharp cry escaped your lips at the sudden sting of pain mixed with overwhelming fullness. Your nails dug into the sheets as you gripped them for dear life. "Wait... ngh... I can't..." you whimpered, trembling beneath him.

Xavier captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries. "Shh, you're okay. I'm all the way inside now," he murmured against your lips. He held still, letting you adjust to the intense new sensations as your body stretched to accommodate him. "Open your eyes. Focus on me and you'll forget the pain."

"Hmgh..."

He began to set at a slow, rhythmic pace, his hips gently rocking against yours. He grunted each time he bottomed out inside you. "Look at me," he commanded gruffly. "Open your eyes and look at me." He reached out and gently tilted your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

Your body clenched around him, the initial sting of pain gradually melting away into waves of pleasure. A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt yourself surrender to the newer sensations.

Xavier's face tightened, and his head fell forward between his shoulders. "God, when you do that…" he hissed through gritted teeth. He continued to pump his hips, his rhythm growing faster. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed hoarsely. "I'm gonna go a little faster."

You complied and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. When he mentioned he was going to pick up the pace, you weren't prepared for the relentless pounding that followed.

Bracing himself on his hands, he began to ruthlessly slam into you over and over again. Leaning down, he claimed your mouth in a rough, dominating kiss, muffling your desperate moans. His hips moved like a machine, driving into you with animalistic cruelty.

"G-Gentle...! Mgh–! P-Please!" you whimpered against his lips.

But Xavier was lost in his own pleasure, ignoring your pleas as he continued his merciless assault on your body. "You can handle it," he huffed. Gripping your hips, he adjusted your position, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside you. "You're too tight… I'll be gentle after I'm finished breaking you in."

"X-Xavier…! Xav–Ngh!"

He reached between your legs and grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head as he continued to ravage you. His face was a mask of intense concentration as he continued to thrust into you, his hips moving like a piston. "You're so loud," he hissed, his voice thick with passion.

"Xavier! Xavier!"

His thrusts slowed to a torturous crawl, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before he hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders and folded you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful stroke. Your back arched off the bed as your arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin. A strangled moan tore from your throat.

His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, holding you open for his relentless assault. "Look at how deep I am," he panted, watching as he pistoned in and out of your tightness. "Look how well we fit together."

"It's too much… please... please..." You babbled, your voice hitching with every thrust to your cervix. "Xavier... it hurts…!"

"It's supposed to," he grunted. "It feels good, though, right? Just bear it a little more. I'm almost done." He let your legs drop, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into you.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving long, ten crimson trails in their wake. Xavier grunted in pain, his face contorting as he thrust into you harder. "Mark me all you want," he huffed. "I'll mark you right back." He buried his face in your neck and bit down hard, sucking on your skin as he continued to thrust into you.

"Ahh! Yes! Fuck!" you cried out, your words dissolving into incoherent babble. "You prom–eh…! you promised…!”

Xavier's eyes were closed, his face buried in your neck as he fucked you without a care in the world. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoed in the room, mixing with your screams and pleas. "God… fuck, fuck," he chanted to himself, his voice muffled against your skin.

"You're so meannnn," you whimpered, drawing out the word as a sob caught in your throat.

Xavier's eyes flashed, dark and feral, as he lifted his head. "I'm mean?" he growled, voice dripping with mock hurt. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you flush against him. "You're the one getting off on this, aren't you? I can feel how wet you are." To punctuate his point, he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit roughly, making you gasp and arch into his touch.

He gripped your chin firmly, forcing your gaze to meet his intense stare. "Look at me," he commanded, voice low and dominant. "I want to see those eyes glazed when I make you come undone. When I claim every inch of you as mine.”

Xavier groaned, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "You're gonna make such a pretty mess."

The words were like a match to gasoline, igniting the inferno raging inside you. With a keening cry, you shattered, your walls clamping down and bursting as ecstasy consumed you.

Xavier's eyes widened as he felt your walls clench around him, your orgasm triggering his own. "Ah! Yes…–yes!" he cried, his hips stuttering. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed spurting against your cervix.

Xavier let out a low groan, his body trembling as he filled you. His grip on your thighs loosened, his hand caressing the marked skin gently. As he came down from his high, Xavier's pace slowed, his hips rolling forward in shallow thrusts as he milked the last of his release into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the world fading away until only the pulsing pleasure remained. With a final shuddering gasp, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, your consciousness slipping away.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you went limp beneath him. He peppered your face with gentle kisses, his touch at odds with the rough way he'd just taken you. "Shh, sleep now," he murmured softly, "You did so well.”

As much as he didn’t want to leave, he gently began to slip out of bed, his body trembling, spent. He pulled the blankets up around you, making sure you were wrapped warmly before crossing the room to close the window. Quietly, he turned to his closet, carefully reaching for his lightseeker uniform and slipping it on, moving with a gentle but determined grace.

He searched for his sword, finally spotting the star-tasseled handle hidden under the bed. Just as he reached for it, he felt a soft weight on his head, your hand, draped sleepily over him.

He froze, worried he might've woken you–worried he would have to explain he wasn't abandoning, but saving you–, but then you let out a soft, contented snore, and he couldn’t help but smile. Slowly, he lifted your hand, pressing a tender kiss to the back before leaning down to brush his lips across your forehead, damp with extertion.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered, voice barely more than a breath. “I love you.”

[randolph-the-eternal-blessed]

Showing this to my uncle right before I behead him so that it’s the last image in his mind.

what the fuck

[c-o-t-o]

Omg what would happen if Xavier came looking for mc and him and Sylus start fighting over you 😍🥵

Omg I'd love to see that and I have a feeling one of the guys might end up coming to look for MC eventually. Especially if Sylus doesn't want to let her go.

Xavier would be so uncharacteristically pissed off, wanting to steal you away and bring you home. But Sylus would just smirk and laugh. He knows you're not going anywhere. Xavier would want to fight him, but Sylus wouldn't even bother. He knows he would beat Xavier in a fight and that it's not even worth it.

But eventually the two get so heated that they start fighting over you, getting in each other's face. It would be one of those situations where two guys start arguing with their foreheads pushing against each other's.

"What makes you think she wants to stay with you? She belongs with ME." Xavier insists, pulling you closer to him.

Sylus laughs heartily. With a 'come here' finger motion, he pulls you back to him with his evol. You thud into his bare chest, Xavier fuming with anger. Sylus leads you over to his throne where he sits you on his knee.

"And what makes you think you deserve her, silly boy? You've abandoned her, let her come here all alone, knowing what she might get herself into. So naturally..." Sylus' voice trails off as he drags his fingertips down your face, eyes locked with Xavier all the while. "She's with me, now."

Xavier sprints up to the throne where you sit on Sylus' knee, his lightblade forming in his hand. He quickly teleports to him, grabs you, moves you away, and ends up back in front of Sylus with his blade pressed against Sylus' throat.

Sylus chuckles, grabbing the tip of the blade, letting it pierce his skin ever so slightly. He drags his thumb across the blood, bringing it up to his lips and licks it off playfully. The cut heals immediately.

"Well, you'll just have to do better than that." Sylus grins at Xavier, still locking eyes while he licks the Crimson from his thumb. "Blood just turns me on."

[ahungeringknife]

365: June 11

This time featuring @eyesupguardians's Sivra, who's also a character in the D&Destiny game I DM. Gup is Sivra's 'little buddy' in the game too it's very cute.

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At first it had been very flattering to get the sort of attention Gup wasn’t used to from members of the Lucent Brood. But after a few months Gup was over it. Everyone knew by now he was Alak Hul’s squire and favored by the Witch Queen besides and he was very clearly not Lucent Brood or any other fragmented known swarm. So he stuck out against the dark chitin of Savathun’s swarm and the ash white Lucent swarm with his dusty almost indigo gray.

Sivra found him sulking in the gardens surrounding the Temple of the Navigator. “There you are. Alak Hul is looking for you,” she said when she found him hiding behind some hedges.

“I know. I’m hiding,” he said petulantly.

“Why? Alak Hul is ready to go to your first Proving Grounds.”

He rolled his eyes where she couldn’t see. “I don’t want to go.”

She came around and with no effort at all grabbed his arm and lifted him up to his feet, making him give an undignified squeak. “You will do the Temple proud,” was all she said and he looked away, pulling his arm out of her grasp to fold them.

“I don’t want to,” he said again.

She cocked her head at him. “Why not? It is an important time in a young Knight’s journey to make an appearance at the Proving Grounds.”

“They stare at me, Sivra. I don’t like it,” he said, sounding whiny but it was true!

The Lucent Knight looked at him. “Why?”

“You know.”

“Why does it bother you then?”

“I just don’t like it. All my life my mom’s tried to hide me, keep me out of sight. It just… doesn’t sit well in me,” he said.

“It would make Alak Hul happy if he could show you at the Proving Grounds.”

“Ugggh. I know,” he groaned. Alak Hul had not had a squire in an age before his first death and Gup’s existence was quite… exciting for everyone. Both those involved and those not. “I’d have never gone through with my morph if it meant I was bothered so much.”

“Who bothers you?” He didn’t blame her for not knowing. Sivra spent almost all her time here at the Temple, tending to the gardens here. She had for almost a decade now.

“Wizards. Some knights too.”

“Oh. Courting.”

“You don’t have to be quite so up front about it you know,” he whined.

She was thoughtful a moment. “Wizards usually respect when they’ve been beat. At least in such things. There is no honor in taking someone else’s mate when they will always might be a knife in your back.”

“I don’t see how that helps me, Sivra,” he huffed.

“I don’t either!” she said cheerfully. “But perhaps one of them will entice you and that will make the others leave you alone.”

Gup grimaced. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Xolkûn!” and he nearly jumped out of his own chitin at Alak Hul’s thunderous roar from the steps of the Temple.

“By the Light he scares me every time he does that,” Gup said, hand to his chest. Sivra giggled.

“I did say he was looking for you,” Sivra said mildly. He whined wordlessly at her. “The sooner you go the sooner it will be over,” she said and directed him towards the stairs. “I’m sure your friend Dornuk will be there too. Savathun is interested in your progress so always sends him.”

That sounded even worse! What if he made an absolute fool of himself. He always was a bit of a fool in Dornuk’s eyes but that was fine. They always just laughed about it. But at the Proving Ground? Being a fool there could have his hand, or worse, his life. He was sure Alak Hul would step in before that happened. His mom had threatened both Savathun and Alak Hul with no uncertain violence they’d never seen if any real harm came to Gup if she okay’d Gup to be Alak Hul’s squire. And he believed it! You did not mess with Guardians! Even his mom, and she was so small.

He was sure Dornuk would find something to say about his form anyway. He’d been so… grumpy lately. Gup didn’t even know why. Just ever since he’d taken his morph he’d been so grumpy. Not all the time. But it seemed like Gup could never do anything right around him lately. Which sucked! Dornuk was like his best friend. Second Hive friend at the very least. He still wasn’t sure Hive had ‘best friends’.

“Xolkûn, look alive,” Alak Hul yelled from the temple.

“You’re going to make him upset if you don’t go,” Sivra said.

“I know,” Gup sighed and finally extracted himself from the garden.

“Where were you?” Alak Hul asked when Gup showed himself, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Gup just shrugged. Wasn’t worth getting into it. “You are prepared?” Gup shrugged again. “That isn’t an answer, Xolkûn.”

“I’ll die or I won’t.”

“You will not,” Alak Hul said sternly.

“We’re going, yes?”

“Yes.”

[taraandtarot]

Tara, what if, say, I really liked someone... But I can never tell what he's thinking, and I don't want to make the wrong move, and what if this ruins our work relationship because how could we hunt Wanderers together if I make things awkward, and-

... Ahem! Hypothetically, of course!

[🥑]

Ooooh, that's a toughie!

Maybe you need to bring up to him, just in an 'as-a-friend' way, that you want to know more about his feelings.

Because that's what friends do! They share things with each other, yeah??

But you're like, one of the most intuitive people I know! Other than me, hehe.~

So I think you need to trust your gut on this.

Aaaand if this hypothetical someone also happens to be a really sleepy fellow Hunter (hint hint)...

Then I don't think you'll have trouble at all!~

[randolph-the-eternal-blessed]

Hm, at least we have something in common

"... And before any of you bring him up: Messmer can fuck himself with his own snakes for all I care."

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Twenty-Six

Parings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2,819

Themes; isekai, slow-burn (eventual smut), canon divergence

Warnings; mild swearing + future mature themes

Notes; Hey guys! As I said before, this story isn't nearly close to ending soon and I think I'm going to start making chapters longer– and not editing them. And by editing I just mean using italics and bold, unless necessary! So I'm going to try to have 27 be more than 2k words, possibly pushing 3 or 4k 🤔 I'm not sure yet since it's currently being written

Anyway– hope yall enjoy this chapter and I'll meet you back here next week for another one! <3

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Xavier…

He never told you what happened.

He never got a chance to.

You could only surmise a vague idea based on the bits and pieces from your last conversation with him. And, if you were correct, this incident occurred around the Gladius ceremony.

This ceremony was a tradition passed down for generations. A trial for only those who wielded the lightblade, so they could prove themselves worthy to ascend the throne.

To the south was Starfall Forest, and a wanderer had made a nest there. Xavier was to enter the forest and kill the wanderer by himself.

You were there the day he left, along with everyone else. You knew that Starfall Forest was a desolate place with an unstable protofield. At night, a heavy fog would enshroud the trees and their leaves would rustle in the wind to the shrieks of unknown birds.

When Xavier entered Starfall Forest, all became quiet. The forest itself was like a wanderer quietly observing its prey. Everyone waited with baited breath at the outskirts, wondering if the Prince would return. Many made bets that it would only take Xavier a few hours, a few days.

However, day…after day, the forest remained silent.

 They thought the wanderer had devoured the Prince and left one after another, but you?

You refused to leave.

Xavier would always leave you behind like this, leave you in the dark— waiting.

Times when he joined the expedition team without so much as a goodbye. Other times when returning to the palace with the royal messenger, but every single time you’d always ask, without fail, ‘when will you return.’

And Xavier would always come back within the timeframe given to you. Like clockwork.

Before Xavier had entered the forest, while everyone was praying for his safety, he whispered into your ear, “Seven days…” And after seven days had passed, it was a moonless night and you were the only person left waiting for the Prince to return.

Before dawn broke, a faint light appeared in the depths of the forest and then, it got brighter and brighter until you could make out a figure approaching.

Xavier emerged from the glow, his blade dissipating into countless specks of light. As he approached you, with the wanderer’s protocore in hand, you could see a grim expression on his face. There was no joy, no relief. Instead, Xavier kept his head hung low as he silently pulled you in for a tight hug.

What exactly he encountered, you’d never know. He refused to speak about that day. Killing a wanderer should be celebrated, but Xavier had changed ever since. As if a part of him was left behind in Starfall Forest.

With a shake of your head, your blurry eyes focus back on Xavier in front of you.

A flashback within a dream?

Well…weirder things have happened.

“I can’t become the man he wants.” Xavier shakes his head, lowering his gaze. “And I will never sit upon the throne he leaves behind either.”

It was as if you and Xavier were in two different worlds, two different leagues of life. It would be foolish of you to say that you understood his reasonings, so you could only offer your hand to console him.

“If you choose to sit on the throne, I promise to stay by your side.” You smile as you place your bandaged hand on top of his.

It hurts even more to be in this situation, knowing that you promised to stay by his side but he left you– left you and went hundreds of years in the past to find another version of you, and grow attached.

“The thought is pleasant to hear, yet…” Xavier trails off for a moment before he smiles and glances over at you. “Are you resolved? Is it really your wish to become the King’s sword?”

“Hmm…yes.” You nod your head, though you’ve never really thought about the ‘what ifs’. “And if I don’t wear the crown?” As Xavier said this, his voice seemed a bit choked up– as if afraid of what your answer would be.

“I…” You were unsure of what to say. While Xavier and his father didn’t see eye to eye, you never thought about the possibility of someone else becoming king. “Then, I guess I’d be someone else’s knight.” You can’t exactly do much else, afterall. You only know how to swordfight, so what else could you do?

“I don’t want you to become another’s knight…I also won’t let you be at another’s side.”

But if Xavier won’t be king…

“Xavier…” You sigh, pulling your hand back, but he gently grabs hold of it. “I can choose not to become king. You can choose not to join the Lightseekers, who answer only to the royal family.”

Your eyes dart up to meet his in surprise. Does he even understand what he’s saying? His notions were beyond you, and yet he stated it in a rather aloof manner.

“Philos is boundless. We are able to do all sorts of things.” His voice takes on a gentle tone as he lightly drags his thumb across your bandaged knuckles. “Why do you need to follow someone else’s orders, to become a Grandis Knight?”

“But…” Your brows knit together and you run a hand through your hair. “Our teacher said this is how I should live. What else is there for me? I don’t see any other options.” Your mind was spiraling at the thought of all the choices and free will you would have if you didn’t follow what someone told you.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you would do…

“I’ll take you to Uluru.” As Xavier speaks, you can’t help but be confused.

“Uluru?” You echo, tilting your head to the side.

“On my last expedition, I found a newborn planet. I named it.” He has the softest of smiles on his face as the breeze lightly tousled his hair. “No wanderers or people were observed. Just…flowers. In a mere glance, a person can see every planet in the universe. Blue ones, red ones, pink ones..”

“Didn’t they say Philos is slowly dying? How can there be new planets?”

Xavier lowers his head, gazing upon a yellow tulip as a flickering firefly lands on the petals. “With spring’s arrival, hope is soon to follow.”

“Spring…” A sigh slips from your lips before you excitedly turn to Xavier. “What’s spring like on other planets?”

“I…recorded the planet’s coordinates. Once I’ve settled my personal affairs, and if you ever surrender your wish to be a Grandis Knight…” Xavier trails off once more and you sit up straight, gently patting his hand as if to tell him that it’s okay to continue.

His next words were as sweet as honey milk tea, as soft as the petals of a flower…

“Let’s elope. We’ll spend the rest of our days in Uluru.”      

A few hours of talking into the night, you ended up falling asleep with your head on Xavier’s shoulder and woke up in your own bed. Xavier was already awake and dressed, planning on meeting with his father, the King. But before this, you were anxious about him leaving– if you’d ever see him again.

As you open your mouth to ask him a question, your eyes are drawn to the star-shaped tassel at the end of his sword and realize you have a better question to ask.

“So, before our duel, I mentioned having a request so…May I ask you a question?” You take a deep breath, trying to psych yourself up and Xavier rests a hand on his waist as he replies, “You can ask ten if it pleases you.”

“Okay so…Who gave you that tassel with the star-shaped charm? Your lover?” You timidly ask, almost too quietly, in fact. Your fingers nervously picking at the frayed edges of your bandages as you awaited his reply.

In response, you hear Xavier lightly chuckle and once you look back up, you notice he’s staring at you. Then, he suddenly smiles. “At long last, the time has come. Yes, it’s from the person I like.”

Of course this version of you would be sad, but…Okay, so this means Xavier likes all versions of the main protagonist– remember, you’re not her.

Gosh, this is confusing, but anyway, he likes all versions of you (her). But…What’s not clicking is if he realizes he has a chance in this life, why doesn’t he just date you (her)?

It makes no sense to play around and be best friends whenever he could stop beating around the bush and just ask her out. Why is he going the round-about way with this? He could’ve been dating you (her) in this life or when he went back to the past, he could’ve been dating you (her) then.

But he’s not.

That begs the question of why?

Why has he not tried dating you (her)? Is his father opposed to it? Is there some other reason? Does he not think he’s worthy or something?

“So…this…is she truly someone you like?” You can hear this version of yourself ask, softly. She (you) sounds so fragile, as if any sudden words could cause her to shatter like glass. “...Are you very fond of her?”

“Unlike any other, her brilliance holds a special place in my heart…She deserted me years ago, I’ve sought after her ever since.”

Even though Xavier should seem sad from the words he’s saying, he’s not– which should’ve been a red flag for this version of you but…

“I…So do you keep the tassel to remember her?”

“I’ve never forgotten her.” He shakes his head, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he says, “She was the one who forgot about me.” 

“Wha– How could she?” You could feel anger bubbling up in your chest. Just how could anyone forget someone like Xavier? That seems impossible.

“We’ve crossed paths, but she has no memory of me. She can’t even remember the time she gifted me this tassel.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and it really feels like he’s talking to you, but you can’t place your finger on why exactly. 

“There’s a certain expression she uses every time we meet.” He glances over at you, seeming a bit dissatisfied. “It is one of blissful ignorance and wonder.”

“How dare she!? How could anyone forget about you?” You puff your cheeks out with an annoyed expression on your face. “You know what– Can I tell you something?”

“Hmm, what is it?” Xavier asks, his puppy dog eyes lighting up as if he expects a different response.

“You should give up on her.”

Imagine telling someone to give up on you to get with you…Talk about embarrassing, am I right?

You jump in surprise at the sudden laugh coming from Xavier and you tilt your head to the side. “Why?” You hear him ask through laughter.

“She doesn’t even remember you…Leave her and find your own happiness!” You don’t add the ‘with me’ at the end that you wanted to say, but you hope he understands all the same.

Though, you should probably be thinking why he asked to elope with you if he truly had someone in his heart…Probably would’ve been a really good question to ask, you know?

“Anyway, there’s so many other women! You know like…The Moonchasers have Lillia and Joanna. Oh, and Sarah from Starhunters! They’re all lovely ladies who admire you.” Now you were just rambling at this point.

Seriously, who tells their crush to move on with someone other than themselves?

“I see…So you want me to pursue someone else? Chasing another skirt…” Xavier has an amused tone to his voice as he rests his hands on his hips before he takes a step towards you. “Is there anyone else you’d recommend?” He slightly tilts his head to the side.

“Um…The…uh, the staff at the dining hall. The young miss at the bakery…” You trail off, counting each woman off on your trembling fingers as Xavier takes another step closer.

“Is that it?” Xavier’s voice was growing softer and more saccharine by the second.

“Are…they not enough?” You try your best to avoid looking at him, rolling your thumb and index finger together nervously, but the closer and closer he got, you were forced to look at him as the back of your legs met the edge of the bed. You had no choice but to sit on the bed as Xavier leans down, his hand resting near yours.

“They are truly wonderful, but I don’t like them.” He shakes his head and now you’re really starting to get nervous.

Why is he cornering you against a bed whenever he’s got a girl he likes and refuses to choose anyone else? 

Was he waiting for you to offer yourself up as well? Honestly, you should have.

“Well, it’s no use then.” You sheepishly avoid his gaze, trying to look elsewhere. “I…heard Jeremiah say your betrothed was selected. Have you met her yet?” But Xavier stays silent, only shaking his head as a form of response.

“But Jeremiah also said…”

Xavier leans in, closing the distance between you. He was a breath away, your noses just barely brushing against one another.

“Do you fancy Jeremiah?”

You could just barely make out the pout on his face, the furrow of his brows. “Huh—”

“You always speak highly of him…If he’s your suitor, I’ll pay him a visit before I leave.”

Would you really be sitting here, almost kissing Xavier, if you had a suitor??

“For what reason?” You raise a brow, trying to act calm, but you find it difficult to keep your heart under control with him so close to you. “He and I should have a discussion.”

It didn’t seem like afternoon tea was what Xavier wanted…but instead a duel. As Xavier turns to pull away, you grab his arm.

“Hey, don’t you dare! I asked him to inform me of the rumors.”

Xavier scoffs, “You are concerned about him.”

“I mean…he’s not a bad person. He’s foolish and always needs my help. Of course I’d be concerned if…”

“So you fancy fools who require your aid?” Xavier’s tone is a bit off and you can’t help but laugh, “What makes you think that?” Xavier narrows his eyes, then he sits down next to you on the bed before reaching up to take off his brooch.

“Put this on for me.”

“You…were just wearing it a second ago?” You raise a brow. Why was he acting so– Oh my Astra, he’s acting like he’s foolish and needs your assistance.

“I believe it was crooked. I’m not capable of putting it back on properly by myself. I need your assistance.”

You let out a sigh and take it from him. “Don’t move.” You lean forward and tilt your head to the side, head close to his chest as you try to watch the pin as you put the brooch back onto his suit. Though, it definitely wasn’t as easy as it looks.

“What if your betrothed dislikes your inability to wear your own brooch?”

“My betrothed could be as much a fool as I am. She’ll be incapable of putting on a brooch for me.” You can feel his chest rumbling as he speaks, your ear barely brushing against it and you can’t help, but shiver as you become hyper-aware of how close you are to him.

In the process of panicking, you end up pricking your finger.

“Ah–” You hiss between your teeth and Xavier takes the opportunity to continue his sentence, “She could even prick her finger in the attempt.” Xavier gently cradles your finger in his white gloved hand with a small sigh, “Why are you and injuries always a pair?”

After this, you quickly move on to the topic of Xavier becoming the crowned prince today and eventually the king.

“So…are you sending me a gift if I take the throne?” Xavier asks from his seated position on the bed and you pause in front of him, thinking deeply for a moment.

“...Can I also give you a little star?”

“A little star?” His head tilts to the side, almost like he’s a curious puppy.

You slowly walk over to Xavier’s sword, running your fingers across the tassel at the hilt. “I…believe your tassel was ruined during our duel yesterday. I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I want it handmade.” He responds instantly. His expression immediately brightens up as he looks almost…excited. But then it dims back down as he stands up to attach his sword to his hip. “I must take my leave.”

As he gets ready to leave, you decide to ask the same question you always do.

“When will you return?”

Xavier gives you the same smile he always does before he leaves.

“When you wish to see me.”   

Tbh the beginning of this chapter confused me and I pondered if I should add it or not (after realizing it was a flashback), but ultimately decided to keep it since it does add some insight to the situation. Especially the ending 😭 but anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3 bc it's not ending any time soon!

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