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Proper Etiquette Chapter 1, Whine and dine

Masterlist Word count: 1.3k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.  

Author's note: Welcome to a new story! This one is about Xavier. I wanted to get the first chapter out there, but the next chapter is coming after I've finished my Sylus fic. Hope ya'll like it <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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'Can you at least pretend to have fun?' 

Your friend, Jeremiah, is getting increasingly annoyed at your sour face. Completely understandable of course. You two are in public, having dinner together. People might misunderstand and think you are here against your will. 

'I'm sorry,' you say, sitting up a little straighter, 'I'm just a bit down in the dumps.' 

'Yeah, well, being down in the dumps isn't going to get you a husband,' Jeremiah snaps back. Your eyes widen at his cruel words. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just-' 

'It's been a long week. I know,' you finish his sentence, trying to calm your nerves. Jeremiah is the only one who knows about your whole ordeal. You told it to him one drunken night whilst you two were watching a movie. 

What is your whole ordeal? Well, buckle up. 

Your parents came into money after your grandparents died and became completely blinded by the wealth. Apparently, your grandparents had quite the nest egg they were hiding. Probably for this exact reason. All that aside, your father is a smart man and managed to turn their fair bit of wealth into a grand bit of wealth. 

That only fed their delusions of grandeur. They started considering themselves high society while, just a few years ago, all of you were pinching pennies to go out for a birthday dinner. Now, they felt like they deserved titles and bought one for themselves, for your sister, and for you despite your disagreement. 

Eventually, it still wasn't enough. No, they wanted real titles, real wealth, real respect. Your older sister has been married for a while, but they saw an opportunity with you. They started arranging a marriage for you with some member of high society. You couldn't care less. As a counter, you proposed a deal. 

You get to live as a "commoner" for two years before the arranged marriage. Just so you can "feel how the real world is." Or at least, that's how you sold it to your parents. You added that you would also like to have the chance to find real love and that you would like to be allowed to marry someone if you found your true love in those two years. 

Your dad, ever the romantic, agreed and convinced your mother to agree as well. They moved you into an apartment, gave you a monthly allowance to assure you'd be comfortable, and left you to your own devices. 

A month in, you met Jeremiah at his flower shop. He was looking for help and you applied. You have been close friends ever since. 

'I swear, once wedding season is over, I am closing the store for a whole month,' he groans, 'we both need a break.' You reach over the table and take his hand. He looks up at your teary eyes as his mouth forms an "o" shape. Wedding season is usually the whole of the summer. Things usually slow down in September before picking up the next month again for fall weddings. 

However, it is the first day of May. You will be gone the first of September. Back to your rich life to marry some lord or prince or whatever your parents have picked out. 

'Maybe we should go over that escape plan again,' you joke, trying hard to smile and thinking back to that same drunken night you told him. The two of you planned out an elaborate escape for you that wasn't at all logical when you looked back on it the next day. 

'We really should,' he agrees and reaches to the bottle of wine you're sharing with his free hand to top off your wine. Before he can, you pull your glass away. 

'I shouldn't drink too much,' you note, 'I'm opening the store tomorrow.' 

'Right, it's your weekend.' Jeremiah almost looks defeated as he pulls his hand away and pours the last bit of wine into his own glass. When you started working for him, you agreed on a schedule that allowed either of you to have one weekend to sleep in. The store is closed on Sunday and Monday so it's only the Friday and Saturday. 

There's a pregnant silence between the both of you. A million questions yet to be asked. Too many for right now, too many to ask before you have to leave. You watch as Jeremiah meets you eyes again with a twinkle in his that you have seen before. 

'No Jeremiah, you can't marry me.' He frowns. 

'Why not? We could be happy together.' 

'Oh yeah? And what would your boyfriend think about it?' He rolls his eyes. 

'He'd understand. Besides-' 

'No. Jeremiah, I couldn't do that to you. Anyway, we can keep being friends. It's not as if I'll disappear from the face of the earth in September.' 

'I know. I just want you to be happy.' You take his hand in yours again. 

'I'll be fine. I promise. Now let's go home and watch some trash TV.' 

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Jeremiah: "Btw, my friend Xavier is coming by to drop off some stuff. Forgot it was your weekend." 

You roll your eyes. Typical Jeremiah. The man can't remember things to save his life. It doesn't matter though; Xavier is not much of a nuisance. In fact, you sometimes wonder if he's a mute. The man refuses to speak more than three sentences to you. 

Just as you put your phone away, you see him walking in carrying a cardboard box looking as handsome as he always does dressed in that white leather jacket of his. He looks a little surprised to see you instead of Jeremiah. Still, you greet him warmly. 

'Hey, Jeremiah told me you'd be dropping off some stuff for him?' 

'Right. Shall I leave it in his office?' 

'Sure, I'll unlock it for you.' He follows behind you like a puppy as you walk to the office. He's been here a million times before and knows the way. You probably could give him the key and let him do his thing, but you feel you don't know him well enough for that. 

However, something strange happens. Something that has never happened before between the two of you. Small talk. Not just any small talk. Small talk that he starts. 

'Jeremiah told me you're moving soon.' 

'That's right. I'm moving back with my parents.' 

'Why?' You open the door for him, and he walks past you. The look on his face is neutral, but there's a curious twinkle in his eyes as he puts the box down on Jeremiah's desk. Everything suddenly feels unreal in the messy office. The dark hardwood furniture suddenly doesn't seem as dark anymore. The piles of files don't seem as high anymore. The chaos doesn't feel as present anymore. 

For some strange reason, it's just you and Xavier and the dust particles flying through streaks of sunlight, and it almost feels magical. Like a scene out of a movie. 

'Did Jeremiah tell you anything about my situation?' He shakes his head. You take a second to consider the consequences of telling him and quickly decide it doesn't matter anymore. 'I had a deal with them that I would try and find love in two years, otherwise they'd arrange a marriage for me.' He frowns and walks around the desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed. Now there is no barrier between the two of you and you suddenly realize how close you are. 

'What for?' 

You shrug: 'Greed.' 

He nods and looks you over for a few seconds from his spot on Jeremiah's desk. Almost as if he's weighing his options. And then he says the most out of pocket thing you've ever heard. 

'I could marry you.' 

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rafayel's version, zayne's version

Xavier prefers doing things together with you, the innocent workout that he planned out turn into a hot mess. His back leaning a bit, hands on your hips as he watch you go down on his cock.

"Careful now, love. Don't want to see you hurting yourself."

He softly says and plant his feet on the ground to stable you and himself. Xavier got you riding his cock while his still sat down on his stationary bike, your hand grabbing tightly on the handle as you moan mindlessly his name

"Xav- m'tired baby.."

"Yeah? Don't worry, got you princess."

He wrap his big beefy arms around your waist, your own hands clinging on his neck as he stood up and began to fuck you hard, just how you like it. His face leans in and kisses you on the lips, it was a lazy and messy kiss but full of love. You move your one hand and put it back on the handle of the bike, as you watch how his cock disappears inside you

His eyes darted at your breast that bounces everytime he slam deep, swallowing his own saliva. Xavier leans forward and drops a small kisses on your cleavage then let his tongue lick upward, tasting your sweat on the process

"Love you. Love you so much."

He whispers into your ear and snake one of his hand towards your already abuse clit, he began rubbing it and moans out when he felt you clenching him tight.

"Yes- that's it baby. Keep sucking my cock-"

"Xavier!"

As much as he wants to move away and just fuck you against the wall, he can't. If he move now, he will lose the feeling of your pussy deliciously clenching around his cock

"Wrap your arms around me."

You did as what he told you to, his hand left your clit and place it on the handle as he began to buck his hips faster and harder, all Xavier can hear right now is you moaning right onto his ear.

With a few more thrust, he came inside you. Painting your insides white, you slump your head on the crook of his neck and catches your breath. He move away from the stationary bike with you still stuck to him

He sat down on the bench inside his small gym room, as he cup your cheeks with his sweaty palm and began to kiss your face all over

"You think you can go for one more?"

Maybe all the energy he have built up on sleeping are mostly spent on hunting and working out but what you didn't know is, he most definitely spent it when fucking you.

"For you, Xav."

"Mhm.. all for me."

He sighs into your lips and began to move his hips, fucking his cum back into you.

Let's just say that you both ended up passing out inside his gym room, with his cock still inside you and cum leaking from your cunt.

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Doctor's Orders | Part 1 | Li Shen/Zayne x fem!Reader | Love and Deepspace |

Preface: As someone who chronically ignores her cardiologist's orders, what happens when that backfires on you worse than normal? Recovering from a life-threatening run-in with a wanderer, it's up to your doctor to put you back together.

This is entirely self-indulgent bc I love this man and this game is so pretty for no reason????? Download that shit (not sponsored, they're just my husbands fr)

Part 2

Warning(s): Mentions of bodily injuries, blood, near-death experience, SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5!

You didn’t mean to stumble into another fight—it literally came to you. The aether core in your heart has begun to act up, resulting in you short of breath and lightheaded upon any sort of physical exertion. Your heart rate would increase dramatically in compensation which in turn made your evol act up—it was a shit show. Because of that Doctor Zayne firmly instructed you to rest until the core in your heart settled so tests could be run to determine the stability.

You wish you could’ve followed his orders—and you were, very well—but a wyrmlord’s protofield suddenly appeared around your apartment, trapping everyone and you inside of it. Xavier was gone, and you were the only Hunter stronger enough to fight it; you did everything in your power to ensure no one would get hurt. The Wanderer was strong, and you knew if you went full out your evol could get out of control—not to mention the core in your heart would act up, and you'd go into cardiac arrest.

You look around yourself to the frightened people huddling together as a feeble way to protect themselves from the monstrous metaflux monster. If you weren’t here they’d all be dead within seconds. You made an oath, and you will honor it until all life leaves your body.

Drawing your sword, you slide your hand down the smooth, sharp blade. Tendrils of black coil out and wrap and wind in the air. I’m sorry, Zayne. Please don’t kill me for this. The wyrmlord flies at you and you encase yourself in a layer of darkness, of which it absorbs the impact. You spin the sword between your arms for momentum before stabbing it through the shield, and the darkness follows. It pierces into the wanderer, leaving it to cry out in pain. It's not a difficult fight—this is rather easy for you—well, it would be if your heart wasn't an issue. You're not fighting at 100% capacity. Right now, you're at 67%.

The wyrmlord lets out a shriek before sending spikes of stone and ice to come up from under you. You're forced to move, dashing to the side quickly. One of the spikes nicked you on the outside of your knee, sending it buckling. You trip to your hands and knees but force yourself to keep moving out of the range of the wanderer. With your back essentially turned to it, it takes that opportunity to break from your shadows to lunge at you.

~ There is no such thing as a break at Akso Hospital--not for Zayne, that is. The head of Cardiology, chief cardiac surgeon, and one of the most gifted doctors of his generation has little time to relax, other than what time is granted to him. Though, he seems to enjoy the business of his life. It's not often he complains about his packed schedule and lack of vacation time. He stays professional at all times, never letting his personal feelings mix with his professional ones. He treats all his patients with patience and respect but very rarely is he emotionally involved. The last person he felt personally involved in was your grandmother.

However, he wasn't sure if he could keep his personal feelings out of this particular situation. He heard the paging of a patient being wheeled into the ED but he wasn't the one paged. Walking down one of the many corridors connecting to the ED he caught a glimpse of the person being hauled to the OR and he does a double take. His feet stay rooted to the floor but his eyes stare at the parade of nurses and techs following the gurney. Is that. . .

There is no way for him to confirm it yet--he wasn't the one called for the case. Not able to stick in one place for a long time he forces himself to look away and finish walking to his destination, body feeling light and dizzy. Something inside of him told him to call you—something wasn't right, and he needed to be sure one way or another. When he got to a relatively quiet area, he took out his phone and navigated to your contact under his favorites. The line rang for an agonizingly long time until it finally went to voice mail, of which your voice delicately greeted him with a, 'Sup bitch, I'm either busy or dead. Say what you want now or say it to my gravestone, it depends'. Zayne slowly lowered the phone from his ear—you're supposed to be resting, there's no reason as to why you shouldn't be answering your phone. You always answer him when he calls or texts.

The pit in his stomach sinks deeper into his gut and doubt gnaws at him. Could the person that was just wheeled in for emergency surgery really be you? He'll have to wait until the OR is finished or wait until he's paged. He wishes to the gods it's not you, and if it is, he wishes you'll pull through whatever is wrong.

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 5, Proposal Day

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.  

Author's note: Sorry for the long wait. I am moving, so the next one is probably gonna take a minute also. I hope ya'll like this one <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, talk of trauma, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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Sunday was a strange day. It had confused you, consumed your every thought from that day on, made you feel strangely secure with Xavier. From that day on, his hands were barely not on you. It's as if his hands are stuck to you.  

Not that it bothers you. You like having his hands on your hips while you cook for him, and he leans his head on your shoulder. You like holding his hand while he walks you home from work. Most of all, you like how he holds you so tightly when you go to sleep together. 

The only thing that bothers you is that you want more. You crave more. You want his kisses, his touch on your skin instead of over your clothes, his most intimate moments. In the span of just a few days, you started feeling like you couldn't do anything without him. Your love grew so much that you feel your ribcage is losing a fight against your heart. 

'Are you still there?' Jeremiah's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He had been yapping for a while now and you mind had wondered off to Xavier as it had many, many times since you met him. 

'I am.' 

Jeremiah leans in, his eyes a little worried. 'What's going on with you? You've been spacing out all day.' 

'I'm falling for Xavier,' you admit, as you could only admit to a good friend like Jeremiah, with tears in your eyes, 'and at this point I don't know if this marriage is still fake to me. I can see us being really happy together, but I don't know how he feels.' 

'Oh, darling,' Jeremiah coos and stretches his arms out to pull you into him. What makes it all the more confusing is that today is supposed to the proposal day. Jeremiah is supposed to pretend to bring you somewhere without you knowing and Thomas will film the whole thing to show to family and friends. 

'This is getting too real.' 

'I mean, you've got some time to make him fall for you,' there's something strange in his voice, like he knows something you don't. You pull out of the hug and look at him. 

'What did he say?' 

'As his friend, I can't tell you.' 

'He hates me,' you state, hoping it'll persuade him to tell you. Jeremiah just scoffs a laugh. 

'Please. He likes you more than he likes me.' He quickly slaps his hand in front of his mouth, but you hear enough. Well, enough to make sure that he doesn't hate you, but it still doesn't tell you anything about his romantic feelings. 

You had helped him write his speech for the proposal, told him about silly things you do that someone might fall in love with, explained what you imagined your perfect proposal would look like. Somewhere in your mind you fear that he might copy paste the whole thing. That would certainly tell you that he doesn’t have feelings for you. Or it could mean that he likes you a lot. Enough to do everything you want him to do. 

It's a weird paradox that you can't really get yourself out of. Jeremiah, however, does have his ways of getting you out of your doubts. 'Come on, go touch up your makeup. We're heading out in a few.' 

Without complaining you do as he says. He follows you into the bathroom, trying to hype you up with some music that you usually play when before you two go out clubbing together. Things like "Drup", "Bubblegum Bitch", "Maneater", "Djadja", and "Sterrenstof." Things to get you pumped up. Eventually, you end up laughing and dancing in the bathroom while you do some touch ups and check your outfit one last time. 

Eventually, you end up walking towards the spot with Jeremiah. However, you've already passed the spot you suggested to Xavier so maybe he did make some changes. That's when you realize you're walking in a circle. A big circle, yes, but you're slowly heading back to the apartment. 'Did you forget something at the apartment?' 

'No, I'm just trying to stretch time,' Jeremiah tells you, 'I got a text from Thomas that they're not quite done yet.' 

'Not quite done yet? Did they do something really elaborate?' 

'You'll just have to wait and see, don't you.' 

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'This is the last of them,' Thomas announces as he places the last flower vase in the living room. Xavier nods contently. 

'Great, then it's just the garlands,' Xavier states, pulling a bag with decorations up onto the table. Thomas looks surprised and a little taken aback. 

'I thought she asked for a simple beach proposal,' he questions. 

Xavier starts unpacking the bag and handing things to Thomas. 'She did, but we watched a k-drama recently that had a proposal in their own apartment. She awed over it for hours.' Thomas has a strange, knowing smile on his face. 

'You like her, don't you?' Xavier stiffens up, a blush spreading on his cheeks. 'I knew it,' Thomas shouts triumphantly, 'I told Jeremiah! Oh, this is great. You two would be so good together.' 

'You really think so?' 

'I know so. Can't you see how she looks at you? She's head over heels, man,' Thomas almost screams in Xavier's face, but Xavier doesn't mind. His thoughts are somewhere else. Somewhere between the nights he spends holding you and the way you smile at him when he talks to you. Then, Thomas’ phone dings. After checking it, he suddenly looks rushed, 'they're ten minutes away!' 

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You unlock the door to your apartment, yapping to Jeremiah about the flower shop and the fact that someone else is probably running it into the ground right now. To which Jeremiah doesn't disagree which worries you a bit. Then you suddenly realize your whole apartment is awfully quiet. Jeremiah isn't talking to you anymore, but before you can turn back to ask him what's going on, you've already stepped into the living room in awe. 

The whole place is covered in flowers and garlands. It's absolutely stunning. In the middle of it is Xavier with a big smile on his face. He reaches out for you and you take his hand. When you do, he sinks down on one knee and takes a little box out of his pocket. 

'My starlight, we've been together for some time now and I feel like the moment is here to take the next step. So, here it goes,' he says and he takes a deep breath. For a second, you think he's going to take out a note with his speech, but he doesn't. He looks up at you like you're made of stardust, as if you're the only thing in existence in the whole wide world. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you can't help the smile spreading on your face. Then he opens the box and starts speaking again. 

'I love how you pretend to hate the snacks I like so that I can have them all without feeling bad. I love how you reach for me when I get home and ask me about my day even if I can see that you've had a bad day. I love hearing your voice sing along to the music you play when you're cooking.   Most of all, I love having you around. It's refreshing to come home to someone who cares about me and wants to do everything with me. Even if I just want to take a nap and you want to read a book. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.   Will you marry me?' 

You nod enthusiastically and look down in the little box to see... not a ring. A necklace. Xavier notices your confusion and gets up. He takes the necklace out of the box and moves behind you to help you put it on. 'I noticed you don't wear rings and I don't want to force you to wear one,' he explains gently, 'I had this necklace made for you. The charm is able to hold your wedding ring if you choose to wear it that way instead of on your finger.' 

The kind gesture makes you tear up. As far as you know, this is fake to him but the gesture is too kind to be fake. It's too thoughtful, too sweet, too... Xavier. It's just him. It's so him that it makes you want to bawl your eyes out. 

In the surge of the moment, you turn around, take his face in your hands, and press a lingering kiss to his lips. He doesn't fight it, simply puts his hands on your waist and holds you. 

Suddenly, you hear clapping, and you realize Jeremiah is still here. And apparently, Thomas is here too. 'Congratulations,' Jeremiah cheers as the two of you separate, a bright blush on both of your faces. 

This is it. Now you're stuck with him, but you don't regret it one bit. 

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 2, Moving fast

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.  

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, talk of trauma, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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'This is insane,' you breathe out as you put your last box of things on the floor in Xavier's apartment and run your hands through your hair. You don't know what possessed you to say yes, but here you are, moving in with someone who is barely an acquaintance to you to get out of an arranged marriage. 

This truly is insanity. 

'I agree, it's very strange,' Xavier replies with the slightest smile. He seems to be enjoying all of this a little more than you thought he would. It's a bit daunting but very endearing at the same time. 

Jeremiah had told you before about the forever virgin Xavier, who is his very best friend but also very much a lost cause when it comes to romance. Besides that, all you've heard about him is positive. Well, mostly positive. The man has some quirks, but nothing you can't handle. What you can't stop thinking about is why he would offer this. 

You clap your hands together. 

'Okay, so my parents are coming over in this Sunday. It's now Wednesday. We've got to make this place look like I've been living here for ages.' You take a look around. Xavier doesn't have much decor which means this'll be: 'Easy. I've got enough throw pillows to make it look like I've thrown up over this place.' 

'You have a special way of talking,' he says with the slightest hint of a grin. He doesn't really show it all that much but he's been quite amused having you around these past few days whilst you were working out the details. 'I cleared out some space for your clothes in the bedroom.' 

You follow him there but stop yourself at the door. Seems he put all his personality in this one room. There's a big king-sized bed with beautiful lavender covers, about five plush looking pillows, and a beige knitted blanket on top of the covers. On the floor is a fluffy light blue rug that looks as comfortable as the bed. There's a big oak wooden wardrobe in the corner and a similar looking cabinet across from the bed with a big mirror on top of it with a beautiful silver floral frame. It's beautiful. 

'Thank you.' You didn't realize you said that last part out loud and feel your cheeks go bright red as Xavier smiles at you. 'I emptied the right side of the wardrobe and cabinet. Oh, and I didn't want to assume what side you want to sleep on so that's your pick. You can put your things there. Maybe put your perfume on top of the cabinet next to mine or put it in the bathroom.' 

'Sounds good.' 

'I'll go grab your clothes. Make yourself comfortable. I'll work on the kitchen in the meantime.' This seems too good to be true. Xavier comes into the room a few times with the boxes that are labeled clothes and then leaves you be. 

As you start putting things away, you start hearing music coming from the kitchen. Curiously, you look through the door opening and see him humming along with the music as he rearranges his kitchen. Xavier is not a bad sight to behold, you decide. It's not as much as a decision as it is a blush that reappears on your face though. 

That's when a few things start to dawn on you. If you are telling your parents about the two of you, there should be a story. Not only a story, but affection, nicknames, a façade of a beautiful relationship. 

'Xavier, what should we tell my parents when they ask how we met?' 

'We could just say we met in the flower shop. That we met when I came to drop off some things for Jeremiah.' 

'And then?' You watch him turn around and you quickly return to the task at hand, pretending to be casual about the whole thing whilst there are stupid butterflies in your stomach fucking up your whole resolve. 

'What do you mean?' 

'Who asked out who?' You look up again and see Xavier leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at you adoringly. Almost as if this whole thing is real. 

'I asked you out after Jeremiah urged me to because I kept talking about you,' he suggests, 'it wouldn't be a complete lie.' You look at him with questions written all over your face. 'He did try to get me to ask you out. Said we'd look good together.' 

'Okay, sounds good.' He nods and starts to turn away, heading back to his task. 'Why did you offer to marry me though?' 

'Oh... Well... I guess you could say we are in similar situations,' he admits, 'my parents were getting desperate and have been trying to get me to go to a matchmaker. They'd be happy to hear I got married.' 

'Won't they be suspicious?' 

'Won't yours be?' You shrug. 

'Obviously, but I've never told them about boyfriends, so they won't be too surprised.' 

'I am the same. I've always been very private about these things.’ Strange, but then again, you are marrying a stranger. 'Do you have enough space for your things?' 

'I'll figure it out.' 

'If you need more space, just move some of my stuff. I don't have a lot, it's just very spread out.' You nod in response and he returns to the kitchen, humming along with the music again. 

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The day passes in the blink of an eye. Right now it looks like you've just moved in, but if you go at the same pace tomorrow, it'll look like you've lived here for at least a few months. The evening is different though. It's quieter, a little awkward even. 

Xavier and you sit on opposite sides of the couch as you watch a show. There's palpable tension that neither of you wants to admit to. You know very well what it is and Xavier knows it to. Tonight is the first night you'll share a bed together and you have not discussed what that'll look like. 

After a few minutes, you decide if you go to bed first you might already be asleep when he goes to bed. So you get up, stretch, yawn, and walk past him towards the bedroom. 

'Tired?' You nod. As you walk past, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Your skin almost burns where his fingers touch your skin. 'Listen, if you're not comfortable sleeping in the bed together, I can sleep on the couch tonight.' You shake your head. 

'No, it's your place. If anything, I should sleep on the couch, but it really doesn't matter. We'll be married soon, so we have to get used to it one way or another.' He nods in response. 

'If you're comfortable with it, I'll join you in a bit.' 

'Sounds good.' 

'Just one word of warning.’ You feel yourself freeze up. What if he's a terrible snorer or has some weird bedtime ritual? You know what, scratch that. That's something you could live with. 

'What is it?' 

'I- Well, I tend to cling to things in my sleep.' 

'What do you mean?' 

'I might try to cuddle you in my sleep.' 

'That's fine,' you say before you can really think about it. Truly, it wouldn't be that bad. You're very touch starved, and cuddling could be quite nice. 

'Are you sure?' 

'I am sure.' 

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You were not sure at all, but it's too late and you're too comfortable to fight against the conflicting feelings fighting in your chest. It took less than ten minutes for Xavier to fall asleep and just another five for him to wrap himself around you as if he had done it a million times before. 

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. 

But now that the morning light falls through the curtains, it isn't as comfortable. Yes, you are incredibly comfortable in his arms, but you have to pee so bad. At the same time, you really want to stay in bed with him. You didn't think you'd get this comfortable this fast. 

As gentle as you can, you slip from his arms and head into the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, you look at yourself in the mirror. This almost feels like a one-night stand. Strange house, strange bathroom, stranger in the bed. 

You head back into the bedroom to find Xavier still happily snoring. You're not really all that tired anymore, but you still consider crawling back into bed if only for the comfort of his touch. Then, Xavier stirs and groans. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you standing next to the bed. 

'Come back,' he murmurs, his voice low and raspy from sleep. You don't say anything; you simply slip back into bed and he wraps his arms around you like you're supposed to be there. Like this is the way it always should be. You can't say that you hate it. 

It's actually quite nice. 

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 4, Sunday kind of love

Masterlist Word count: 2.2k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.  

Author's note: Knock, knock, it's me again mfs! Today I started a new medication and while I should be doing homework, it got me writing like a fucking maniac. I'm not sure if this chapter is any good cause my mind is acting a bit weird rn, but whatever. Enjoy! <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, talk of trauma, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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Xavier is barely through the door when you appear in front of him in the hallway. You look a little disheveled, very stressed, and extremely annoyed. He wants to say something, offer you the pastries he got, but you're faster. 

'Where did you go? I was stressed out of my mind,' you snap at him, 'I called you like ten times.' He notices there's tears in your eyes. It surprises him. You have every right to be mad at him, but for some reason you are close to tears. 

He takes a few steps towards you, puts the paper bag with the pastries and the flowers on the ground, and wraps his arms around you, guiding your head to lean against his shoulder. A few seconds tick by with your arms by your sides, fists balled, wanting to curse him out. 

Then... the dam breaks... Xavier feels your body shudder as quiet sobs start making their way out. Once the first few have slipped past, you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him as close as humanly possible, crying pathetically into his shirt. His perfectly white shirt. But Xavier doesn't say a word, he just holds you. No judgement, no anger, no hesitation, and then... and apology. 

'I'm sorry for leaving without telling you and I'm sorry for not answering your calls.' His words sound sincere and fragile. Like it would break him if you wouldn't forgive him. It's strangely comforting in a way to know he cares that much. 

'I'm sorry for snapping at you.' 

'No, you had every right to,' he disagrees. You pull your head away from his chest and look up at him, feeling a little confused. All your life you had been told that your anger is not valid, your feelings are not valid, they are unimportant. All you were good for is marrying rich. The confused look in your face urges him to explain: 'You were worried. You woke up in an empty apartment without knowing where I went before an important appointment. I'd be more surprised if you hadn't snapped at me.  Lucky for me, I brought a peace offering.' 

He lets go of you and picks up the things he got again. You follow him to the kitchen table where he lays down two bouquets of flowers and the paper bag. 'Why'd you get flowers?' 

'I thought it'd be a nice gesture to get your mother flowers, but then I remembered that it would look weird if I gave her flowers and we didn't have flowers here because that would imply I hadn't given you flowers,' he starts rambling in that calm, gentle voice of his while he grabs one of the two bouquets. It's a blue, pastel purple, and white bouquet with plenty of forget-me-not's and baby's-breath. A beautiful bouquet. Then he smiles at you and hands them over. 'So, these are the flowers for my beautiful girlfriend. And those are for your mother.' 

The bouquet he picked for your mother is much more basic. It's beautiful and very nicely done, but it isn't personalized like the one he gave you is. 

'Oh, and I got some pastries for breakfast and also some smaller things like bonbons to go with the tea and coffee for your parents.' You stand in absolute awe with the bouquet in your arms as you look at Xavier fussing over everything. He's looking for two vases, grabbing some plates for breakfast, getting the both of you something to drink. It's all so natural and kind. There's this warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you can't seem to get rid of. 

As if on autopilot, you walk over to Xavier and take his hand. His movements still as he looks down at you, looking a little surprised. You reach your hand behind his neck and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek. 'You are the best Xavier.' 

You take the vase from the counter and put it on the kitchen table, starting to put your bouquet in there with a gleaming smile on your face. Xavier watches the scene, his mouth agape from the sudden kiss, his heart pounding in his chest.  

There you are, his future wife... He wishes he was only thinking about the fake marriage, but he really isn't. He just knows, one way or another, you are his future wife. In another life, you might've made it here more naturally, might've dated a while, might've lived together for years, but either way you are his wife. 

You dart around the table, putting the flowers in one by one, examining each side of the bouquet you're slowly building in the vase with meticulous precision. You're still dressed in your pajamas, which is an oversized men's shirt. A few nights ago you told him they're just more comfortable and since then he hasn't stopped thinking about offering you his shirts. 

'You're staring,' you hum without even looking at him. He picks his jaw up from the floor and returns to his fussing over breakfast. 

'I like watching you work.' It just slips out and now it's out there. He looks over his shoulder to see that you've stopped whilst putting a flower in, holding it halfway in the vase as you look at him with a smile. When your eyes meet, you continue. 

'Thank you, I quite like my work.' Another few counts of silence, only filled by the rustling of the flowers and Xavier's breakfast preparations. 'By the way, how did you get flowers on Sunday morning?' 

'Called in a favor with Jeremiah,' he answers, trying to sound casual. A huff of laughter leaves your lips. 'What?' 

'You two must be extremely good friends. I've never known him to get out of bed for anything on Sunday before noon.' 

'We are. Known each other since diapers.' 

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'Hi mom, hi dad,' you greet your parents at the door with a kiss to the cheek and show them inside. Xavier is waiting right in the living room, greeting them right after you and introducing himself as your boyfriend. 

As of right now, the plan is to have tea and halfway through, Xavier will ask your father if they could talk privately for a second. Which his when he will apologize for being a private person and ask for your hand in marriage. A fool proof plan from the start. Especially with Xavier wowing you mother with the flowers he got her. 

'How wonderful to meet you. I have to say, she has told us very little about you,' your mother awes, but the comment about you is razor sharp. Nothing surprising to you, you doubt your mother ever really liked you, but you see a small change in Xavier's composure. First it's distain, and then it's understanding. As if he now realizes why you want to leave them behind. 

'I must admit, that is my fault,' he says with a kind smile, 'I have always been a very private person and I asked her to respect that until I was ready.' Your father pats his shoulder roughly and nods in agreement. 

'Seems a fair boundary,' he says, shutting your mother up, 'we're glad to finally meet you.' 

'As am I,' Xavier agrees, 'let me get something to drink for you. Tea, coffee, soda?' 

'Green tea,' your mother says like she's ordering at a restaurant. No please, no thank you. Your father nods to indicate he'd like green tea too. 

'And you, starlight?' Your mother's eyes almost pop out of her skull at the casual use of the affectionate nickname. You were raised to be very proper, which means no other names were permitted. Well, maybe some, but most were looked down upon as weakness. 

'The same for me, thank you.' Xavier makes the tea while small talk flows easily between all of you. With the tray of tea and bonbons in hand, Xavier steers everyone towards the couch and chairs. 

Everyone takes a seat and you hand out the tea, putting the last cup in front of yourself. Your butt has barely made contact with the couch when the berating questions begin. Seems your mother has a lot to catch up on after not seeing you for such a long time. 

'Sweetie, I understood you wanting to live a civil life but this? Can you even live here with two people? How could you even want this? Sweetie, are you eating well? I can tell. How about we get you a personal trainer, yeah? How does that sound?'  

As usual, your father does little to calm your mother or stop her questions. You're used to it by now. However, Xavier is not. You had tried to explain your mother to him before but he seems to get a little annoyed with each question she asks. 

'Mother, don't mistake this for talking back, but I am quite happy here. I don't need anything else,' you answer, looking at your father instead of your mother in hopes he'll understand your decision. There's something sad in his eyes. You had seen it before but it has gotten bigger since you last saw him. 

'Well, at least it's almost over.' That snaps something inside you and your father can tell. He gestures Xavier to come with him. The two men leave the room quietly with their cups of tea in hand while you stare down your mother. Xaver has barely closed the door when he hears you shout something like: "Why can't you ever be happy for me?" 

Your father lets out a deep sigh and grabs Xavier's shoulder for a gentle squeeze. 'Those two have never gotten along. I know you wanted to invite us to introduce yourself, but next time it's better to pick a public place. My wife will keep sweet when her reputation is on the line.' 

'That's awful.' He nods in response, looking physically pained by the situation. 

'I know, but that's the only solution,' he sighs, 'I'm glad she found you. She looks happier than I've ever seen her.' 

'About that-' Your father perks up, looking at Xavier with hopeful eyes. 'I was going to ask for your blessi-' He puts his hand on Xavier's shoulder again, squeezing a little harder this time. 

'Yes,' he says without hesitation, 'yes, you can marry my daughter.' Xavier is taken aback to say the very least. He thought this would at least be an interrogation. 

'Sir, you barely know me.' 

'But I know my daughter,' he says very seriously, 'and she looked the happiest I have ever seen her when we walked in. The fact that you are willing to question my decision tells me enough. I believe you are genuine, so yes, I give you my blessing.' 

'I- I don't know what to say... Thank you, sir.' 

'Don't thank me. I should thank you for making my daughter happy. Here, let me give you my number. I'd like to contribute to the ring.' 

'But sir-' 

'No. I don't want to hear how long you saved up for it. I want to help.' 

'I'm not getting her a ring,' Xavier says to clearify the situation. 

'What?' 

'She never wears rings. She told me she hates them. I'm getting her a necklace that can hold her wedding ring,' he explains. Xavier doesn't think he's ever seen a grown man smile that wide in his whole damn life. 

'I am so happy she found you.' 

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With the tea mugs empty and the shouting match calmed down, the two men slip inside again. Your mother is fussing while putting on her coat while you are packing up some of the chocolates for them to take with your face calm, but your eyes like thunderclouds. 

Xavier walks over to you and places his hand gently on your wrist. You stop what you're doing and turn your hand so he can slide his hand into yours. With your fingers entangled, he brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a kiss on it. You feel your anger melt like snow in the sun and you can't help but smile. 

'You did great,' he whispers in your ear, 'let me do this for you.' You step aside and let him finish wrapping up the chocolates. As you reenter the living room part of the open apartment, your father steps toward you and wraps his arms around you. You accept the hug enthusiastically. Hugs from your father are something you haven't been able to indulge in since you left. 

'You found a great one,' he whispers to you, ever the romantic. And for a second, it all feels so real. Your father likes Xavier, you like Xavier, Xavier helped you calm down to stay amicable with your parents, your mother fought with you and Xavier did not like it. It all seems so normal, so natural, so real. It's only been a few days and you're not sure if you're acting anymore. 

But what if Xavier is just a great actor. What if this really is fake to him? What will you do then? Stay in a loveless marriage like your father? That'd be insane. However, those are worries for tomorrow. 

Today, you just have to show your parents the door and wave them goodbye. 

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 3, Favors

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.  

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, talk of trauma, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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'Should we have nicknames for each other?' His words surprise you. For all of the late afternoon, there had been a quiet lull over the room. It's Friday and the both of you made sure you had the weekend off to prepare for your parents’ visit on Sunday, but somehow you found yourself reading on the couch with Xavier on top of you. 

You are resting your back against the armrest of the couch, Xavier has his head on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your body. For as far as you knew, he was taking a nap there. This kind of physical touch had become very normal very quick for the both of you. 

On day three of living together, Xavier was leaving little touches on the small of your back, your arms, your shoulders, and you found yourself doing the same. Sleeping in the same bed became your favorite past time. You don't think you're in love, but you can't deny that there's something growing inside your chest. 

However, you have been writing it off as a "forced proximity" kind of feeling. You have to make this convincing for your parents to free yourself from their grasp. 

Xavier picks his head up off you and looks up at you: 'Are you still there?' 

'I am,' you hum, 'I just thought you were sleeping.' 

'So?' You finally nod in agreement with him. 'What would you like me to call you?' There's a spark in his eyes when he leans back down and rests his chin on the spot where he was laying. Seems he already has something in mind. 

'I don't know.' 

'I have some ideas.' 

'Alright.' 

'I could call you my star or starlight?' 

'Why?' 

'It feels like you.' It feels like you. How could someone so unknown to you find such a beautiful name to call you so easily? Something stirs inside you. Something you can't quite place. 

'My light,' you hear yourself mumble. He perks up a little. 'I could call you my light and something a little more basic. Something like love, honey, darling?' 

'I like that. Would you like me to use those as well?' 

You think for a second, imagining each of those little words leaving Xavier's lips in relation to you. All of them make your stomach tingle but honey seems the best out of the bunch. 'Maybe just honey. I feel like darling is a bit more for old couples.’ 

'But you're fine calling me that,' he teases, gently making a tickling motion on your back with his hands as his arms are still wrapped around you. A smile makes it way on your lips as you put your hand in his hair, your book long forgotten resting in your other hand next to your thighs. 

'You're an old soul. That's different.' Xavier nuzzles into your touch, encouraging you to scratch his head. “He's like a cat,” you think to yourself. 'Besides, my parents are only coming over for tea, so we don't have to lay it on too thick right away.' 

'That's true and we've already got the touchy feely thing down,' he mumbles, his eyes closed peacefully. Xavier lays his head down on your stomach again, only for it to growl aggressively. A chuckle escapes him. 'Dinner time?' 

You check your watch: 'It's barely five thirty. Seems a little early.' 

'How about you go get ready and I'll take you out for dinner? By the time you're done, it should be dinner time.' You gently bop him on the head with your book. 

'Are you saying I take long?' 

'Of course not,' he chuckles, his whole body rumbling against you, 'but I'm starting to figure you out and you take at least twenty minutes to get ready.' 

There's something so oddly comforting about someone who watches you so intently, wanting to know about you. It has only been a few days, and yet this whole thing feels so real. It doesn't feel like a romantic relationship, but it does feel like you've know each other for years and years. Is this what it's like to find your soulmate? Or perhaps your twin flame? 

'I'm gonna take half an hour if you don't get off me,' you threaten teasingly. He groans, but does push himself up onto his forearms. Without thinking, you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead and slip out from underneath him. He lays back down looking unaffected, but the redness on his cheeks betrays him. It matches yours. Why you were bold enough to do that, you don't know, but it doesn't feel wrong. It actually feels like that's how it should be. 

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Judgment day has arrived. 

Yesterday evening, Xavier had noticed you had a hard time falling asleep. You were tossing and turning like he hadn't experienced from you yet. It seemed out of character. It probably hadn't helped that he suggested a video call with his parents the night before. He should've watched his words and now he's beating himself up about it. 

The stress rubbed off on him and he wakes up far earlier than he usually does. Even earlier than you. It's not all that early. 8:30 am. He takes this rare moment to watch you sleep. It feels a bit weird to him, but you seem so peaceful. 

In his mind, he starts mapping every inch of skin he can see. All the things you would consider blemishes, the arch of your nose, the shape of your eyebrows, the curve of your lips. All of it does something to him, something he hasn't experienced before. There's a weight on his chest and his usually steady heartbeat seems to pick up every time you talk to him. He must be going insane. That's the only thing he can think of. 

With a sigh, he slips out from under the covers but turns back to tuck you in, making sure you're still warm and cozy without him. Why he does it? He has no clue. 

"Maybe I should do something nice... I could get her mother flowers? While I'm out, I could also get some pastries. Some for breakfast and some for tea. Maybe that will calm her down a little." 

As quietly as he can, he gets dressed and heads out. Halfway towards Jeremiah's flower shop, he stops. It's Sunday, he realizes. The shop is closed. Could he call in a favor for this? No, he should check if there's anything else open first. 

And what do you know, no flower shop is open... Seems his luck for living in a quiet part of town. Reluctantly, he presses Jeremiah's contact. 

"Why are you up so early?" 

'Her parents are coming over today.' 

"Shit, you're actually going through with it?" 

'Yes, but I need a favor.' 

"Okay," he says a little suspicious. 

'Every flower shop is closed and I want to get her mother flowers.' 

"On my way. Meet me there." Xavier doesn't even get the chance to thank him before he hears the line cut. "That was easy," he thinks to himself as he continues his walk to the flower shop. It's only a five minute walk and Jeremiah lives across the street from his shop, so this should be easy going. 

By the time he gets there, Jeremiah is waiting for him in front of the shop with his partner, Thomas. The two fit each other so well. Jeremiah as a flower shop owner and Thomas as an art gallery curator. It's the perfect pair. 

Xavier approaches and shakes Thomas’ hand before hugging Jeremiah. He has known the two for ages. Jeremiah since diapers and Thomas ever since the two started dating four years ago. 

'I have to be honest, I am surprised you're getting married before us,' Thomas teases, patting Xavier on the shoulder. 

'And who's fault is that,' Jeremiah jokingly bickers back as he unlocks the shop. Thomas throws up his hands in a half hearted defeat. 'Exactly.' 

'It's not a real marriage,' Xavier counters, but Thomas and Jeremiah share a look he can't quite place. They're both smiling as if they know something he does not. 'I'm serious.' 

'You keep telling yourself that, Xavier,' Jeremiah hums as he slips into the shop. Thomas and Xavier follow, but Xavier can't shake this confusion. 

'Do you know something I don't?' Jeremiah shrugs. 

'I don't know. I mean, after you first met her you stopped meeting me at your place or a bar or something.' Xavier can't deny that that's true. He felled pulled towards the flower shop and picked Jeremiah up every single time after meeting her. 'You also stopped complaining when I gave you errands to run for the shop.' 

'Don't forget how quiet he got when she smiled at him,' Thomas adds, gaining a smack from Jeremiah. 

'Gentle things, don't fry his brain,' he hisses at Thomas. But it's too late. Xavier's brain is positively fried as he starts realizing his subconscious has liked her for a while. 

'But this is fake to her,' he says quietly, 'what do I do now?' 

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Back against the wall

Masterlist Word count: 4.3 k Xavier x Fem!Reader (Established relationship) Collage!AU - Everyone is included, everyone is similar ages, anything to make this story work.

Summary: Each year before summer break the whole campus plays a game called "Murder." The rules are simple. Everyone who signed up gets a plastic dagger with the name of their targed on it. You kill that person and get their dagger until two people are left. Last time you made it in the top three, this year you're determined to win. And your boyfriend Xavier is determined to make sure you don't.

Author's note: I did a similar story 6 years ago as a 9 Percent fanfic and I remembered how much fun I had writing that. It's terrible though, but you can find it here if you want to read it. To be honest, this story is shit but I wanted to take a break from my Sylus fic sooooo... I hope its readable :)

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences.

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Ah, summertime. Weeks of freedom ahead of you and sunshine on your face. No homework, no assignments, no strict professors, and no classes. Just the soft breeze in your hair and hours to waste. Truly a moment of magical bliss in the life of a college student. 

But the year has not ended yet. No, no, no. For the year to truly end there must be a bloodbath first. Not in the literal sense, in the sense of a game called Murder. 

Rules are simple. You sign up if you want to play, if you sign up you get a plastic dagger with the name of your target. If you kill said target you will get their dagger and so on and so forth until one person is left standing. The matches are always made meticulously by a group that organizes it each year and sends out mass updates during. That's why you sign up before the winter holidays. 

Exceptions and rules to the game besides that you obviously cannot throw your dagger at your target.  

Number 1, no freshmen allowed. This is due to the terrible anxiety crisis of 2018 which caused the games to be postponed until the next year. Stories still go around about some poor kid that pissed their pants because they were too scared to venture outside their dorm. Ever since the rule has been that you have to experience the game as a bystander before you can join. 

Number 2, no violence allowed. This excludes traps in which you corner someone. It includes holding someone in place, though you are allowed to do so for thirty seconds. Longer than that and you're disqualified. 

Number 3, naked people and sleeping people get immunity. This is to ensure people can still go the bathroom and sleep without fearing for their "life", though some people use this rule and just walk around in a towel all day. 

Number 4, dorm hallways are free game, dorm rooms and school building are not. As soon as someone gets past the door of their dorm room, a friend's dorm room, a stranger's dorm room they are safe. The school building is a safe zone because some people still need to study or hand stuff in and professors don't want to be bothered with murder politics. Though some do request updates occasionally. Some of them are even in the group chat that updates on the game each night. 

Number 5, it's just a game so if you start to feel anxiety, just get stabbed. This does not mean to just go stand in the grass square between the dorm buildings and school building waiting for your murderer. It means sending a text to the comity that makes the murder game possible each year and tell them you'd like to surrender. They will send your murdered a message to come get your dagger. No one minds it because it's basically a free kill. 

Number 6, the game is only played on campus. Any murders off school grounds lead to a disqualification. Your murdered will get a free kill and you are disqualified from playing next year. 

And last but not least, the latest addition to the rules, number 7. If you and your partner both play you are not allowed to team up. Every couple that plays the game is "broken up" until the game is over. If you do team up, you are disqualified. 

Oh, and you have to send a text to the organizers when you get killed about how you got killed and by who so they can keep track of who is still in the game. 

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You are excited to say the least. Last year you made it to the top three. It was you, your friend Sylus, and your boyfriend Xavier. Sylus managed to kill you while you were making your way to Xavier to kill him. When you called him to inform him of the news, he wanted to come avenge you, but Sylus got him first. 

The other reason you're excited is because you managed to get everyone in your friend group to join. Even Zayne, who "doesn't usually bother with menial, childish games" seemed the slightest bit excited in his own way. 

Tonight is the night. At around 2 am, someone on your floor screams bloody murder and you know it's begun. You run to your door to see the plastic dagger left in front of it. With an evil grin, you pick it up and look at the name scribbled on it with black marker. 

Jeremiah. Oh, this is going to be good. 

Not only is Jeremiah your friend, he also lives on your floor in the dorm across from yours. And not only that, he is standing in front of you, the door to his dorm on the other side of the hallway opened as he looks out onto the floor with sleepy eyes. 'Did it start,' he asks you. 

'It did,' you almost squeal, 'help me unscrew the lightbulbs.' This is a tactic you also used last year. Very effective for stealth. You also taped a garbage bag to the glass door leading to your floor so that no one can see anyone coming. Last year it was such a success that people started copying you. This year, you can already see a few of the other people on your floor unscrewing lightbulbs on the other end of the hallway. 

Jeremiah picks up his dagger from the floor and sighs loudly when he reads the name. 'I'm certainly getting killed before I manage this,' he grumbles to himself while he shuffles back inside to get a chair for you to stand on.  

He's back seconds later and I climb onto the chair. When we get to about halfway down the hall, you take your dagger out of your pocket and push the tip against his shoulder. 'Got you,' you muse. He looks up at you with wide eyes. 

'You have got to be fucking kidding me.' You show him your dagger with his name on it. He lets out another loud sigh and hands over his dagger. 'Stabbed in the back by one of my best friends. At least you get what you deserve.' 

'Oh come on, better to be killed by me than Sylus or Luke or Kieran or-' I sum up while I wave his dagger in the air until my eyes land on the name written on it. 

'Yeah, yeah, I get it,' he snaps at you a little annoyed, 'I just hoped to survive the first night for once.' 

'You got Sylus,' I whisper scream at him, 'what the fuck?' 

He shrugs. 'They were probably giving me a fighting chance. You know he likes to watch the chaos on the square the first night. He's not nearly as alert the first night.' 

'A fighting chance? And they gave me your name?' He shrugs again. 

'I don't know. But you better go get him now, ‘cause you won't be able to later.' 

Well, you can only hope and pray now. You head back into your dorm and slip on your sneakers. 'Are you joining me outside Jeremiah,' you call out to him. 

'Wouldn't want to miss it.' 

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First night is always a bloodbath. In hopes of using the chaos from the game starting, tons of people leave their dorms to find their targets and get a few cheap kills in. You are no different, but it seems you are in the murder spirits good graces today. 

The second you step out of your dorm building you are faced with Sylus’ back. To be fair, no one but you and a few of your friends would be bold enough to kill Sylus on the very first night. He won his very first year playing in a legendary way so he is basically in the hall of fame. Most people give him grace on the first night, but not you. You are playing to win this time. 

So you head up to him, dagger in hand, and wrap your arm around his waist in a friendly manner. The dagger in your hand rests on his waist in a way that he can't quite see it. He looks down at you, a bit shocked, but smiles when he sees it's you and puts his arm around you. You and Sylus have always been a touchy feely type of friends. Both of you are severely touch starved (even though Xavier clings to you like a koala) and spend days and nights cuddling if you get the chance so he doesn't think anything of it. 

Then, you turn your hand and press the tip of your dagger against his leg. 'Cough up your dagger, bird boy.' His eyes flicker to the dagger pressed against his leg, to you with the utmost disgust and disbelief in his eyes. 

'That's foul,' he states. 

'All is fair in love and war,' you tease. He rolls his eyes. That's exactly what he had said to you last year when he killed you. He hands you his dagger and you read the name on it. 'Are you kidding,' you groan, 'Rafayel? Really?' 

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Murder update: The first night was a bloody one, bloodier than ever before. Last night 104 out of 306 people were slain. In a twisting turn of events, grand champion Sylus was slain only half an hour into the game. A video was submitted of the murder occurring. He was slain by last year's number 3.  Top 3 kill count:  -Jenna (7)  -Rafayel (13)  -Xavier (19)  The game ends next Saturday when the clock strikes midnight.  Happy hunting! 

Of course, Rafayel is number 2 on the list. You hear he has to leave tonight because his art is being shown at some fancy gallery. He probably went ahead and tried to kill as many people as he could because he has nothing to lose. 

That being said, the man's not stupid. He'd see you coming from miles away. Rafayel is a little shit and he knows people enjoy killing him in this game. He's got eyes in the back of his head in the form of Thomas. No one really knows if the two truly get along but they seem to stick together most of the time. 

So you use your secret weapon. 

Simone. 

There are many, many pretty girls on campus. But there's pretty girls and then there's Simone. Men swarm her each and every day and you just happen to know that Thomas also has a weak spot for her. Oh, if people only knew she's a raging lesbian. (this is my head canon, shut up) 

And your plan works perfectly. While Thomas tries to chat up Simone at the main entrance of the dorms, Rafayel waits impatiently for him to finish and help with his bags. That's where you come in. 

'Hey Raf, are you already leaving?' He turns to you and smiles. You doubt he even cares about getting murdered anymore, but he'd be damned if it happened in a stupid way. 

'I'm trying to, but Thomas is busy,' he complains and then turns to you very sweetly, 'could you-' 

'What do I get out of it,' you question as you cross your arms before he can even finish his question. He sighs and rolls his eyes, dramatic as ever. 

'I don't know, what do you want?' 

'Bring me back a fridge magnet?' 

'You and your fridge magnets,' he sighs loudly, 'fiiine~. Now come on, I'm gonna be late.' He turns around to grab one of his bags. 

'Oh, just one more thing,' you note, as you take out your dagger. When he turns around, you push it against his stomach. 'You're dead.' 

'I knew it would be you,' he groans, 'gods, my reputation will never recover.' 

'You'll be fine crybaby. Now hand over the goods and I'll help you to your car.' 

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Things progress rapidly after that. You kill over thirty people in the span of a few days, yet you still haven't gotten Xavier's name on your dagger like you wanted to. And then Wednesday comes around... Date night... And you've got a text from Xavier. 

Xavier: "Are we still doing date night?" 

You: "I think we'd better not." 

Xavier: "That's unfair. I miss you... :(" 

You: "You miss having sex with me." 

Xavier: "That too, but I haven't seen you for days." 

You: "Fiiiiine, we'll go get pizza off campus. Leave the daggers at home?" 

Xavier: "Deal." 

You've got a bad feeling about this and said bad feeling doesn't go away, even when the date is long over and you're walking back to the dorms together hand in hand. 'We should probably spit up before we get disqualified,' you suggest. Xavier nods as he reaches into his coat pocket. Your eyes go wide as you realize what he is probably going to grab. 'Oh you are a terrible human being.' 

A glint of amusement sparks in his eye, his hand still holding yours tightly to keep you in place while you start trying to get away. 'You get two minutes,' he tells you in a chilling voice, but there's something else in there. Something darker. Something sexual. 

You push yourself against him, your free hand on his chest. 'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' He nods. 'Maybe we should do something with that when all this is over,' you say in a sultry voice. He nods again and dips down to press a kiss on your lips. Your whole body tingles as you feel his semi hard on press against you. 

And then he lets go of your hand and you fucking run. You run so fucking fast, but you know that Xavier is faster. He always has been, always will be. However, you've got a plan for that. It's not that late and the sun is still setting, that means there's people on the grass square enjoying the evening. 

You're going to use Xavier's jealousy against him and undress in the middle of the square. 

When you get there, you turn around and see Xavier quickly gaining on you. You start taking off clothes. First your jacket, then you kick off your shoes, and when you get to pushing down your shorts, Xavier is already stopped a few meters away from you. 

'Please don't undress,' he begs you quietly. You see his cheeks and ears turn a faint shade of pink. You've won. 

'Why? I want to stay alive,' you say in the most naïve voice you can muster up. Xavier's eyes start darting around the people watching the scene unfold. A few people have their cameras out so they can update everyone on what's happening. 

'I don't want all these people to see you naked,' he admits, his tone low and almost growling, 'your body is for my eyes only. I'll give you a free pass if you don't undress.' 

'That might be the very first time you've ever said that to me,' you gleam. You've fucking won! Whoop, whoop! 'Promise to stay here until I get inside the building?' He nods. 'Say it.' 

Suddenly, his ears go bright red and his blush is much more prominent. Seems you've found another thing to try when all this is over. 'I promise.' 

'Good,' you smile, 'and if you do move, I am taking off my shirt and showing everyone your favorite bra.' 

'Seriously?' 

'Yeah, I thought I better be prepared for betrayal.' He shakes his head with a laugh. Reason why your relationship works so well is because you know how to relax together but you are also damn competitive when it matters. He knows you'll do anything to win this game because he'd do anything to win this game. Nothing about your threat is bluff. He'll take defeat for now. 

'Go ahead.' 

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And suddenly it's Saturday. 

When Xavier gave you a free pass, you avoided him like the fucking plague and started meticulously working down your list of victims until you got to his name. After Wednesday not many people were left which made your work a whole lot easier. 

Rafayel gave you Kieran, who was pretty much done with the game after his twin brother Luke got killed. Normally they'd be extremely competitive but not when the other is out, so when you stabbed him he almost looked happy. 

That's how you got Zayne who you simply bumped into on the way to the library, so that was the end of his streak. Not that he really cared, it was his first time playing and he had decided it was not for him. 

Zayne gave you Thomas, so you got Simone to talk to him again and got him real easy. Sadly, he gave you Jenna who you figured was going to be a problem. But a little birdy told you that she had Xavier's dagger, so you walked to his dorm building and found her camping out in a corner. She hadn't seen you yet, so it was a fairly easy kill. She wasn't happy though. You need to keep an eye on her next year for sure. 

And now you've got Xavier's dagger again and it is, once again, date night. At this point you shouldn't be this gullible and believe him once more when he promised to leave his dagger at home. 

And you didn't, but you brought yours with no intention of using it. 

See, let's all be very frank about this, Xavier and you fuck like bunnies. At least six days per week and twice almost half of those days. Only reason you haven't this past week is because of the game. Because both of you are competitive motherfuckers and one of you would stab the other the fucking second either of you would leave the dorm room clothed.  

He is fucking pent up and you are too, so you decided you are going to offer him something he can't refuse. Something you usually push away from because it's a little uncomfortable for you. Only because you know you're going to get feral Xavier out of it and if there's something you need right the fuck now, it's feral Xavier. 

So here you are once more, walking back to campus hand in hand. Smiling, talking, stealing kisses like the whole game isn't going on and you two aren't the only ones still playing. 

'So what do we do when we get back to campus,' Xavier asks. You look at him with feigned surprise. 

'I thought we said we'd leave our daggers in our dorm,' you say. A mischievous smirk spreads on Xavier's lips. The tension rises. 

'Really? I guess I forgot again.' You let go of his hand and hit his shoulder, trying to look angry while this is all, truly, going exactly as planned. 

'You dick! You were planning on killing me!' 

'As Sylus would say, all is fair in love and war,' he muses, 'and we are both very much in love and at war.' You pull on his arm to stop him from walking further and push yourself against his chest, making sure to look up at him with the biggest doe eyes you can muster up. 

'If you love me, you'll give me a five-minute head start.' 

'What do I get out of it,' he asks with a grin. 

'I'll let you do me against a wall.' His eyes widen ever so slightly and there's a little twitch of his dick against your abdomen. The tension grows as you watch him look down at your lips and back up to your eyes. You can practically see his mind race behind his eyes as he weighs his options. 

'Fuck it. Deal.' And you take off as fast as you can. 

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One more hour. 

You have one more hour to kill Xavier, but no one seems to know where he is. All your confidantes have gone dark, which makes sense. About ten minutes ago the murder game committee send a mass text that no one is to help Xavier or me to keep it a fair game. You still tried to contact people though. Couldn't hurt to try.  

Sadly, all your friends are squares and so you have to venture out into the dark hallway outside your dorm. Turning off all those lights suddenly seems like the stupidest idea you've ever had. Until you hear something.  

It's Xavier's distinctive humming. 

He came here to kill you when you leave your dorm room, but he seems unaware that you've just left. Normally, you watch a show around this hour so he might think you are watching that and you'll leave after it finishes. Seeing that it's 11 pm, your show would've ended in ten minutes. 

You quickly press yourself against the wall and sneak up to the corner he has to come around to get to your dorm. The second he appears in your sight, you stab him. In the darkness you can just make out how utterly shocked he looks, but then... something shifts and he smirks. 

'Thank fuck,' he says breathlessly and presses his lips against yours, pressing you against the wall. He gently pushes his dagger in your hand and picks you up like you weigh nothing. 'I swear I would've died if this went on any longer.' 

With his quick strides, it takes mere seconds to get you into your dorm room and the door locked. He presses you up against the wall again, pushing down your sweatpants with urgency. The hunger in his kisses makes you think he was close to dying. His hands are everywhere on your body, overwhelming your senses. You didn't even notice he took his shirt off and your sweatpants are completely off.  

His hands move to the back of your thighs, lifting you up against the wall. Your hands are on his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close. He thought he was the only one missing the closeness, but your ragged breath and lust filled eyes tell him otherwise. 

'I missed you so much, Bunny,' he groans as he ruts against you, his jeans providing delicious friction to your clothed clit. An almost guttural moan escapes you. He grins against the skin of your shoulder and suddenly bites down. Not enough to break skin, but more than enough to show. The tingling in your body goes on overdrive and you can't think anymore. 

'Please, please, Xavier, please,' you beg him, not even sure what you're begging for but if it involves his dick inside you, you'll be alright. He quickly unzips his pants and takes his dick out of his boxers, no time to take anything else off. He just needs to be inside you right now. 

Xavier pushes into you, and you gasp. Normally, you can take him well, but it's been a week and it's a stretch now. As feral as Xavier is, he does take his time with you. In the end you're still his girlfriend and he doesn't want to hurt you without consent. Inch by inch he sinks into you, treasuring every little sound that comes out of your mouth like it's the most beautiful song ever written. 

You feel the uneven wall start scratching your back when Xavier sets a pace but at this point you don't care. Your nails are digging into his back as you try to hold onto him. His eyes are focused on you, looking at you like you're a painting. Then, he kisses you feverishly and quickens his pace. 

He pounds into you relentlessly, the kisses on your lips have moved to your neck and shoulder along with love bites and a desperate attempt to leave as many hickeys as he can. You are trying to do the same, missing the way either of you always has a few "bruises" on your body. 

Together, you dance towards the edge of pleasure. One of his hands moves to your bundle of nerves to help you get closer to your shared goal. It's all too much and you do something you've never done before. 

You bite his shoulder. He groans, a combination of pain and pleasure washing over him. His lips leave your shoulder and slot back onto yours in a fight of teeth and tongues, edging close and closer and closer until you both fall over in a chorus of groans, moans, screams of either's names, far too loud to be appropriate in a dorm building. Neither of you cares though. 

His hips snap against you a few more times. Sloppy, uncoordinated, passionate. Your brain is a mess and all you know is that you want to go again. And again. And again. Slowly, your breathing steadies, Xavier's hips still and slips out of you, the mixture of your fluids dripping down your thighs. 

He presses a loving kiss to your forehead. 'Thank you so much, bunny. Go lay down, I'll clean you up.' Lucky for you, you are one of the few people with a sink in your room that has warm water. You lay down on the bed while he takes a towel, dampens it with warm water and helps you clean up. 

'We should take a shower together later,' you tell him, stretching your arms above your head to soften the strain on your muscles. 

'If you're offering,' he teases. 

And suddenly there's a knock on the door, pulling both of you out of your little world. Xavier checks his phone and shows it to you. 00:00. The game is over. 

Fast as you both can, you get dressed again and you open the door to see a few of your friends and others that are curious about the results standing outside. Maybe a little too fast as you feel all their gazes on your neck. Xavier looks down at his handywork and sighs. 

'She won,' he announces, hoping it'll pull the attention off of your state. But the group stays quiet. There's a strange lull over the whole thing. Until, suddenly, Kieran speaks up. 

'THEY BEEN FUCKING!' 

Both you and Xavier look at him with fury in your eyes. Sylus, standing next to Kieran, lets out a laugh and nudges him. 

'You're going to get murdered for real. Better start running.'